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lostcarnival2018-03-17 07:08 pm
likethelight) wrote in lostcarnival2018-03-17 07:08 pm
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🎶 He's the left hand of God on the stage 🎶
Who: Allen and you!
When: Day 28 and onward
Where: Getting lost in the forest first, then reluctantly Around
What: The unluckiest hobo Exorcist clown-acrobat of an endearingly stupid shounen protagonist is here!
[ Once there was a boy with no home who joined the circus.
Actually, there was a boy who no home who joined the circus twice. Both times kind of against his will.
This was a very unlucky boy.
This was also a very very dubious boy who tiptoed around the carnival without announcing his presence the moment he was set loose on the grounds. Who eyed the trailer he was supposedly assigned to and....... decided to give it a rather wide berth and continue exploring while remaining unseen as he could. Funny, he acts more like a fugitive than some semi-well-dressed Victorian kid.. that's kind of a weird... tattoo he has on his face, too?Scar? But it looks like there's a pentagram..
Which is to say he lasted about an hour before he attempted to hightail it into the woods and escape. He has promises he made!! Screw this, he can't stay in any place for a year, let alone this one!! HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ALIVE IN A YEAR SO ALL OF YOU CAN SOD OFF
Which is also to say it takes him even less time to get woefully lost. And then a bit longer still before he finally admits it and finds some slightly less mossy rock to flop down on.
He rakes a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair. There are definitely some twigs there. ]
Haah.. even Timcanpy.
[ Does he sound a little sour? He sounds a little sour. He'd been shouting "Tim???! TIM!" for the last half hour after all. This is the worst. ]
[ Alternatively, after he comes sulkily back you may also find him:
1) In the cookhouse, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls piled far higher than he is tall and doubled over with gusto into demolishing his current one. No, seriously... it looks like this kid has just eaten thrice his weight in literally every dish that was being served. Including the ones he'd never heard of.There's a questionable-looking carcass on the table next to him...
2) In the medical tent after it's dark and he thinks he's alone, trying to very surreptitiously snag some gauze and unbuttoning his shirt to... look incredibly confused at not finding a wound on his stomach? And starts poking at it?? What?? Excuse him??
3) Sitting towards the edge of the grounds after dark, his back to a tree and looking up at the lights of the Ferris wheel in a way that's quiet thoughtful as much as it's... morose? No, it's just a faraway sort of expression that's as bittersweet as it is uneasy. Looking up at the Ferris wheel like it's been a very, very long sort of time as he sucks on his now very-polished spoon. Ah. Dinner had been smaller than he would have liked.
He'd also seem to have a plump sort of golden... ball? with wings? accompanying him now and seeming to mimic and compliment him as a small golden shadow might. He would appear to like sitting on heads.
Wildcard if you want, he'll be poking around everywhere! And tag in whatever format you are most comfortable in! I vastly prefer brackets for my personal writing; if they drive you nuts drop me a line and I can make adjustments. ]
When: Day 28 and onward
Where: Getting lost in the forest first, then reluctantly Around
What: The unluckiest hobo Exorcist clown-acrobat of an endearingly stupid shounen protagonist is here!
[ Once there was a boy with no home who joined the circus.
Actually, there was a boy who no home who joined the circus twice. Both times kind of against his will.
This was a very unlucky boy.
This was also a very very dubious boy who tiptoed around the carnival without announcing his presence the moment he was set loose on the grounds. Who eyed the trailer he was supposedly assigned to and....... decided to give it a rather wide berth and continue exploring while remaining unseen as he could. Funny, he acts more like a fugitive than some semi-well-dressed Victorian kid.. that's kind of a weird... tattoo he has on his face, too?
Which is to say he lasted about an hour before he attempted to hightail it into the woods and escape. He has promises he made!! Screw this, he can't stay in any place for a year, let alone this one!! HE'S PROBABLY NOT EVEN GOING TO BE ALIVE IN A YEAR SO ALL OF YOU CAN SOD OFF
Which is also to say it takes him even less time to get woefully lost. And then a bit longer still before he finally admits it and finds some slightly less mossy rock to flop down on.
He rakes a hand through his somewhat overgrown hair. There are definitely some twigs there. ]
Haah.. even Timcanpy.
[ Does he sound a little sour? He sounds a little sour. He'd been shouting "Tim???! TIM!" for the last half hour after all. This is the worst. ]
[ Alternatively, after he comes sulkily back you may also find him:
1) In the cookhouse, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls piled far higher than he is tall and doubled over with gusto into demolishing his current one. No, seriously... it looks like this kid has just eaten thrice his weight in literally every dish that was being served. Including the ones he'd never heard of.
2) In the medical tent after it's dark and he thinks he's alone, trying to very surreptitiously snag some gauze and unbuttoning his shirt to... look incredibly confused at not finding a wound on his stomach? And starts poking at it?? What?? Excuse him??
3) Sitting towards the edge of the grounds after dark, his back to a tree and looking up at the lights of the Ferris wheel in a way that's quiet thoughtful as much as it's... morose? No, it's just a faraway sort of expression that's as bittersweet as it is uneasy. Looking up at the Ferris wheel like it's been a very, very long sort of time as he sucks on his now very-polished spoon. Ah. Dinner had been smaller than he would have liked.
He'd also seem to have a plump sort of golden... ball? with wings? accompanying him now and seeming to mimic and compliment him as a small golden shadow might. He would appear to like sitting on heads.
Wildcard if you want, he'll be poking around everywhere! And tag in whatever format you are most comfortable in! I vastly prefer brackets for my personal writing; if they drive you nuts drop me a line and I can make adjustments. ]
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Not a chance.
But he does raise his eyebrows in dry repose at that. Har har, Tyki. ]
You mean other than being an Exorcist?
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And now Allen lives with him.
He gestures with a hand to the whole of carnival and looks down at Allen's arm again with a quiet snort.] You can put your other job aside for now. There are no Akuma here.
[Tyki on the other hand is wearing a vert faint grin.] But if you didn't come here looking for me and you wandered in here on your own. Does that make you the proud owner of the top bunk of my trailer?
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He stares right back with the most deadpan expression. ]
No thank you, I believe I'll be sleeping outside for a while instead.
[ He will, watch him. Like hell he's sleeping anywhere Tyki could find him, let along conveniently reach up and grab. ]
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Are you stupid? You'd give up a warm and cozy trailer for a cold hard ground outside? [He snorts and grabs mug and glass coffee jar to pour it inside slowly.] Alright, it's your funeral.
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Dusty bookshelves, papers shuffled everywhere. Tiptoeing not to wake a snoring Reever while Lenalee tucked a blanket around Johnny. Her trying to smother a quiet laugh when he just barely caught the tray of coffee after tripping over someone's abandoned shoe -- ]
... [ Allen's expression narrows a bit for a moment and he swallows. A bit like forcing a lump down, and his brow furrows. ]
What would be stupid would be to sleep anywhere where you could try and take this arm off again.
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I know the ins and outs of this carnival by now. There isn't anywhere you can run. Sleeping outside won't stop me from taking your arm. [His tone is dry, like he's making a point more than a threat. It's not like he's looking out for the boy or taking him in under his responsibility. He didn't mind a trailer to himself or to share.
Maybe he just wants the company, no matter who it is. Tyki's motives were never clear and not many could pick apart the complicated pieces of Tyki's actions.]
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Well he succeeded in making Allen stop, lips pressing thin in distaste. But also because... look... he just feels weird turning his back on a Noah and walking away knowing he's just. going to be there. Living. Right there. With all of them.
This is actually hell how is he supposed to deal with this.
Other than to raise his left arm up -- nice and high so Tyki can see it -- as he flexes his fingers for a moment as if they were bladed.
You can just picture it, right? ]
-- I seem to recall the Ringmaster telling me first one rule above all. [ It's smooth. Collected more than it is cocky. ]
"Do not kill your kin."
[ Do you see this look of his? It's utterly dead serious and flat as a platter. Because he's gonna bet that rule extends to ripping arms off. ]
And you're the one who's always saying we're family now, right? [ Now take those words and shove it. ]
Besides, it seems it didn't work too well for you the first time you tried to break it.
[ Game, set, match. ]
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He can envision the shape of it forming like he's seen countless times before. Imagine the way each bladed claw extends forward in greeting to be broken by his hand.
His words are very sobering just as they are irritating. It's a heavy reminder of something ugly he doesn't want to admit and Allen will hear something akin to a defeated sigh into his mug. If Tyki's been here as long as he's said he has then clearly he's been following the rules.
He sets the coffee down with a loud clink against the counter and steps forward to lean over Allen from behind. His hand is on that door handle to ensure the actual door was all the way open before he gives him space again.] She very adamant about that rule. It's very important to her.
[It's then that his body leans back against the counter with both hands planting along its edge and he almost viciously attempts to kick the little shit out of his trailer.] You're right. You should sleep outside.
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Wah — ! [ Sailing through the air he'll go, but screw you he's landing on his feet!! A leg swept wide for purchase and suitcase swinging haphazardly through the air for balance. See if he cares about having to sleep on the ground!! Look at his life — he's used to worse!
HE TOOK ON A DOG'S IDENTITY AFTER ALL.Which, speaking of, the moment he's collected his balance and turned back to face Tyki he brings one finger up —
And tugs down under one eye, sticking his tongue out. ]
Peh. [ Maturity.
Although if Tyki hears any clattering on the rooftop later tonight, it's because he decided sleeping on the ground and waking up to find eyes watching him was abysmal but maybe the top of the trailer would be slightly more amenable
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If he was in a more encourage mood he might've applauded, even if crudely, the landing Allen managed to stick. Nothing is really stopping Walker from waltzing right back inside but he'll raise his head like Allen was trash when the fact Allen is still a boy shows by such an obscene gesture.] I hope you freeze, Allen Walker!
[He shuts the door and locks it, again pointless with the fact that Allen probably has a key, and then reopens it a second later to throw a pillow and a blanket at him. OKAY NOW HE'S GOING TO SHUT IT AGAIN.
Because hell if he's going to be blamed if Allen does end up freezing somehow. Usually the Ringmaster keeps the temperature comfortable.]
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[ Staring between door and the bedding in hand, he's... not entirely sure if he just won that exchange or... even what happened. Or if he should be more weirded out that Tyki actually called him "Allen Walker". When had he ever not called him "boy" before???? What??
No, he's definitely more weirded out by that than anything else.
But he still looks a bit mournful as he scratches at the corner of his mouth and looks perplexed that he was even thrown a blanket in the first place. ]
... come on then, Tim.
[ Let's go... try to find a comfortable tree or something. ]
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If he does enter there will be a note on the fridge in plain letters 'Every cabinet or closet with a butterfly on it is mine. Hands off. Everything else you can have.' It's weird. Very weird.]
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Because he will be deeply skeptical of the snacks left on the doorstep and, despite how much it pains him, ignore them to sneak past and inspect Tyki's trailer when he thinks the Noah isn't there. You know, looking for signs that he's misbehaving or just — to try and find anything out about him and wtf he's doing here. And it isn't the Tease guarding their spots that will unnerve him — they forever make the hair on the back of his neck stand up but the sense of danger is a familiar one... no, it's the notes.
From a Noah. Inviting him to have some of his things.
And that it almost feels like Tyki is trying to be nice to him and that is the weirdest, creepiest, most unsettling thing of all.
So of course he will continue to make his home among some trees a little ways into the forest with a sheet hung over some branches to form a hobo shelter and ignore every single offering. With stubborn resolve.
It's terribly trying.
Also it gets really cold out here. ]
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You suspicious prude. Take the damn treats like a good boy. >:V Don't make him hunt you down later.]
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