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lostcarnival2016-11-15 06:48 pm
faking) wrote in lostcarnival2016-11-15 06:48 pm
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(316): I don't know. Sometimes you can be a wild card with your emotions.
Who: Alois Trancy, ...you?!
What: A day in the life of an eccentric young man.
Where: about the Carnival grounds
When: various times through D16
Warnings: He's a foul-mouthed pain in the butt, so there'll be that... Maybe some emotional rollercoasters? I'll add to this if he drops any bombshells. —Oh, this isn't a warning, but I'll match prose or brackets!
(afternoon)
[Situated out front of the cookhouse, as though he really is a pleasant patron, Alois is sprawled along a picnic table. There's nothing idiomatic about that: he is sprawled, sitting atop the table instead of on its bench, lying on his back. One leg is stretched out; the other is flat-footed, bent at the knee. His head is tilted up, but it isn't so he can look at the sky. Instead, it's...
Well, it's a book, and its airbrushed, overly dramatic cover gives a pretty good idea of what sort of book. The heroine is demure and achingly beautiful, while the hero is chiseled but warm. In between the turning of pages, Alois picks at the little box of fries (or, okay, he's British, chips) which sits next to him. He never looks at these chips, just plucks them up one at a time and drops them into his mouth. However, depending on when you find him, he'll be either
a) lazy about it, flipping pages like he's barely got the will to do so, chewing all languid and even sleepy, or
b) weirdly frantic, even almost short of breath, body tense as he speed-reads in order to get to the next page faster. Talk about passion. (I can guarantee you it's not what you think.)
Regardless, he's ON HIS BREAK, so don't even think about harshing his harlequin vibe!!!]
(evening)
[Now, much later into the day, Alois is back in the gamer's circle, you know, doing his fucking job, ostensibly. He's not actually shilling any games right now, though—instead he's sipping at a giant lemonade. Well, kind of sipping, kind of chewing on the straw. Weirdly, before him, on the ground, sits... a stuffed rabbit? It's of a medium size; it must be the prize from a game. As someone who plays games in order to con others into doing so, Alois doesn't really get his own prizes, so this is a bit odd...
But he seems to think it's odd himself. He's staring at the rabbit, stuck between a scowl and something quizzical. It looks like he's having a hard time figuring out what to think.
He makes up his mind, perhaps, or just goes with something he might regret—whatever, that doesn't matter, Alois has been ruled by impulse for a very long time. So—he kicks the rabbit plush. Not very hard—it doesn't fly away—but it tumbles a bit, then falls over sadly, ears flopping against the ground. Alois scowls more deeply now, and gulps at his lemonade.]
(night)
[The Carnival has just closed, or is about to, but Alois isn't nearly ready to settle down for bed. Well, yes, he is; he's been exhausted for several days, trying too hard to go with the Ringmaster's original suggestion to stay awake. Frankly he doesn't look his best right now, which is mortifying to him, but... Look, everything is scary. He just plain doesn't feel well, no matter what he does.
Although tonight, at least, he's chipper enough. Deprived of sleep or not, Alois is full of energy, and it's obvious he can only barely quell it. The only reason he's putting in the effort is... he looks to be... trying to coax something along? Well, it must be something very small; even if you're a few feet away, you won't be able to see anything in particular. Alois is practically on his hands and knees, so he must be desperate or just naturally ridiculous, but as he's leaning down low at this nearby bench, he's cooing,] Come, there, there, darling, oh, la, come on. Come on, darling, won't you? [He sounds quite gentle, which is out of sorts for him.]
What: A day in the life of an eccentric young man.
Where: about the Carnival grounds
When: various times through D16
Warnings: He's a foul-mouthed pain in the butt, so there'll be that... Maybe some emotional rollercoasters? I'll add to this if he drops any bombshells. —Oh, this isn't a warning, but I'll match prose or brackets!
(afternoon)
[Situated out front of the cookhouse, as though he really is a pleasant patron, Alois is sprawled along a picnic table. There's nothing idiomatic about that: he is sprawled, sitting atop the table instead of on its bench, lying on his back. One leg is stretched out; the other is flat-footed, bent at the knee. His head is tilted up, but it isn't so he can look at the sky. Instead, it's...
Well, it's a book, and its airbrushed, overly dramatic cover gives a pretty good idea of what sort of book. The heroine is demure and achingly beautiful, while the hero is chiseled but warm. In between the turning of pages, Alois picks at the little box of fries (or, okay, he's British, chips) which sits next to him. He never looks at these chips, just plucks them up one at a time and drops them into his mouth. However, depending on when you find him, he'll be either
a) lazy about it, flipping pages like he's barely got the will to do so, chewing all languid and even sleepy, or
b) weirdly frantic, even almost short of breath, body tense as he speed-reads in order to get to the next page faster. Talk about passion. (I can guarantee you it's not what you think.)
Regardless, he's ON HIS BREAK, so don't even think about harshing his harlequin vibe!!!]
(evening)
[Now, much later into the day, Alois is back in the gamer's circle, you know, doing his fucking job, ostensibly. He's not actually shilling any games right now, though—instead he's sipping at a giant lemonade. Well, kind of sipping, kind of chewing on the straw. Weirdly, before him, on the ground, sits... a stuffed rabbit? It's of a medium size; it must be the prize from a game. As someone who plays games in order to con others into doing so, Alois doesn't really get his own prizes, so this is a bit odd...
But he seems to think it's odd himself. He's staring at the rabbit, stuck between a scowl and something quizzical. It looks like he's having a hard time figuring out what to think.
He makes up his mind, perhaps, or just goes with something he might regret—whatever, that doesn't matter, Alois has been ruled by impulse for a very long time. So—he kicks the rabbit plush. Not very hard—it doesn't fly away—but it tumbles a bit, then falls over sadly, ears flopping against the ground. Alois scowls more deeply now, and gulps at his lemonade.]
(night)
[The Carnival has just closed, or is about to, but Alois isn't nearly ready to settle down for bed. Well, yes, he is; he's been exhausted for several days, trying too hard to go with the Ringmaster's original suggestion to stay awake. Frankly he doesn't look his best right now, which is mortifying to him, but... Look, everything is scary. He just plain doesn't feel well, no matter what he does.
Although tonight, at least, he's chipper enough. Deprived of sleep or not, Alois is full of energy, and it's obvious he can only barely quell it. The only reason he's putting in the effort is... he looks to be... trying to coax something along? Well, it must be something very small; even if you're a few feet away, you won't be able to see anything in particular. Alois is practically on his hands and knees, so he must be desperate or just naturally ridiculous, but as he's leaning down low at this nearby bench, he's cooing,] Come, there, there, darling, oh, la, come on. Come on, darling, won't you? [He sounds quite gentle, which is out of sorts for him.]