/crumbles hiatus
[Wherever you were, whether walking into your room, into the kitchen, library, etc... you now find yourself here. An empty circus tent with a few of the spotlights still on and aimed toward the center of the tent. In between the seats there are abandoned popcorn bags and drink cups and the occasional broken toy here and there. Very faintly, if you strained your ears enough, you can hear the sounds of the famous circus music and laughter echoing through the canvas walls and ceiling.
The smell is expected; stale popcorn and animals and dirt. It's all very common and down to earth and that's just how Klaud likes it. She prefers this over the smell of perfumes and velvet and 'high class'. She sits in the very middle of it all on a chair. Lau Jimin, her small monkey, rolling around in the stray hay. Her hands are loosely clasped around a familiar black whip in her lap.
Ah, nostalgia.]