flesh and bone has no persuasion
WHO: Damian and Samuel
WHERE: my butt THE CARNIVAL
WHEN: Backdated to Friday evening.
WARNINGS: NOTHING.
SUMMARY: Damian thinks something seedy is going on.
FORMAT: WHATEV.
The carnival had been running smoothly for its first few days. No doubt, a handful of those whom he recruited were second guessing their decisions in joining. They would understand soon enough. There were a great many people here who saw eye to eye with him. Certainly more than he strove to make an impression on back at "home." It would take time and patience to rebuild the family in its entirety, but it would be well worth the strife.
The sun had set, awakening the true spirit of the carnival. An array of lights and colors lit up a typically dismal patch outside of the city. Kiosks and games were bustling with people, while others stood gawking in awe at the various prodigious shows set up.
Samuel meanwhile, stood outside of his trailer, leaning against one of the posts holding up the tarp at its entrance. He was eerily still, his dark gaze fixated to the ongoings playing out in front of him. His eyes were distant, not necessarily in the present, as his thoughts raced over potential outcomes and successes that would impact this world. He wouldn't fail. Not this time.
WHERE: my butt THE CARNIVAL
WHEN: Backdated to Friday evening.
WARNINGS: NOTHING.
SUMMARY: Damian thinks something seedy is going on.
FORMAT: WHATEV.
The carnival had been running smoothly for its first few days. No doubt, a handful of those whom he recruited were second guessing their decisions in joining. They would understand soon enough. There were a great many people here who saw eye to eye with him. Certainly more than he strove to make an impression on back at "home." It would take time and patience to rebuild the family in its entirety, but it would be well worth the strife.
The sun had set, awakening the true spirit of the carnival. An array of lights and colors lit up a typically dismal patch outside of the city. Kiosks and games were bustling with people, while others stood gawking in awe at the various prodigious shows set up.
Samuel meanwhile, stood outside of his trailer, leaning against one of the posts holding up the tarp at its entrance. He was eerily still, his dark gaze fixated to the ongoings playing out in front of him. His eyes were distant, not necessarily in the present, as his thoughts raced over potential outcomes and successes that would impact this world. He wouldn't fail. Not this time.