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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.]
night
[Quiet as he can make himself- and he was a thief, once, and a worse criminal later, so it's rather quiet- Joker starts to approach to see if he can get a look at what has Alois' attention.]
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There's been no reason to try, ever since he's been with the Carnival. He has no drive for hide-and-seek, without the whisper of Claude's presence. So, no, Alois' hairs don't prickle; his hackles don't raise. He's too enamored of whatever it is he's found, and he stays wrapped up in its charms completely. He keeps cooing.] Darling, darling, my sweetheart, won't you come out and see me? [It might be a legitimate surprise that Alois is able to sound so tender, so patient, and lacking in the over-sweet glaze he displays when he's trying to be charming.
Finally, either by his gentle voice or by lack of any threat, his apparent darling creeps out into view. It's a spider—good-sized, thick-legged, one which would send lots of folks running. Alois, on the other hand, seems delighted, wiggling a bit but not springing forth so as not to scare the poor thing.] Ooouuww! [he cries softly, almost a whisper. But while the exclamation is hushed, it's also... Well, the upper class doesn't usually make a sound like that.
At least he doesn't make to grab the spider, but he sure looks like he's thinking about it.] See, you're a good girl. Aren't you beautiful!
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[THAT. IS CERTAINLY A THING.]
[The sight is so unexpected that for a second Joker is completely caught off-guard, stunned into silence and befuddled blinks. It’s not that the spider itself is the surprising part of this picture. A couple of years in the circus, and that deadens the part of the mind which gets alarmed at weird things. Bewildering fashions, music as magic, fantastical inventions powered by steam, creatures made of pure water…. Yeah.]
[What’s surprising is that this of all things is what gets down Alois’ barriers. Not a pretty girl (or boy), not a cuddly cat, no, a giant creeping spider.]
[...Well. People are weird. All people, unequivocally. Joker’s learned that much. Besides, he guesses he’d be a hypocrite if he got worked up now. Snake, after all, thought pit vipers and other assorted deadlies, were the perfect things to wrap around the body and coo over. This is… kind of like that, he guesses. Although he thinks Snake might have had a better excuse.]
[Even in his surprise, however, that particular exclamation has his attention. That’s something he’d hear from Doll, rough accent all warmth and fondness. Maybe once upon a time he would have dismissed it without really thinking but… The things that have lead to him working here taught him a lesson in that. In ignoring the little details. So he quirks an eyebrow and tucks the detail away.]
[For now, however, he’ll keep quiet and let Alois have his moment. There’s probably no good to come out of surprising him anyway.]
[...He’ll definitely reach out and grab him for a tug back if he tries to pick up that damn spider however, Jesus Christ in an opium den, Alois, you don’t know where that’s been]
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But after a point, the spider ceases to approach Alois, and just sits quietly before him. They examine each other for a while, Alois still murmuring endearments... Until, of course, always being needy, Alois isn't satisfied with the idle spider's distance. So, yeah, he cups his hands and tries to scoop up the little creature. The movement is slow, so as not to spook her (despite his general air of impatience, he is at least practiced in catching things like this), so Joker has plenty of time to see him and reach out, and—]
Ah, [says Alois, halfway to a yelp, as he's tugged backward and away from his prize. It's more surprising than actually alarming, since he hadn't known that anyone was nearby—it catches him off guard to the point he falls back onto his bum. With an oof, his mouth is a startled 'o', and he tilts his head all the way back to look up and behind himself. He's presented with an upside down view of Joker, of course.]
Oh, what! She'll be scared away! [And indeed, the spider has retreated back underneath the bench partway.]
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Do ya even know what kinda spider she is, or where she's from?