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 Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 2:37 pm
 The spaded tail waved gently behind the gypsy mare as she stood in the centre of the carnival in early afternoon. There was not much activity about at this time, a few workers milling about, setting things up, cleaning, doing menial things or pretending to work as the gossiped with each other. She supposed she could go over and speak with them, and despite the fact that common courtesy would prompt her to, she had never been the sort. Instead, she lowered her head to the faint blue glow that hung suspended around her crystal globe. She gave it a gentle nudge with her nose and it responded by glowing a tad brighter, and then abruptly ceasing the glow, as if light inside had been turned off. She sighed.
"Too sleepy are we my loves? Very well, very well we shall return you."
Picking the globe up she wrapped it in her scarf and meandered over to her tent, a small red one with a pointed roof and faded gold tassles. It looked much like the others at the carnival and yet somehow it had become her home of sorts. A place for her and her spirits, and though there were many creatures at the carnival who were infused with the madness of the blood moon, she herself felt rather calm in this place. Perhaps it was just that madness did not bother her. Diseases of the living mind were of no interest to her, in fact most of the living in general were of little interest.
Setting her crystal ball out, she pushed it back onto the table in it's favourite resting place, where it was, of course, the centre of attention. The smallest spirit thought rather highly of itself and though she thought it was a tad too egotistical she indulged it, as it was more likely to be kind and truthful when it was satisfied. Other times they told fantastical lies and could be rather difficult to control. She supposed that was the price that came with them though.
Pushing her things this way and that she began to organize her tent, only a glance spared outside at the rest of the carnival. Few visited her anyways, the monsters she felt at home with were all locked away, and the carnies were not nearly odd enough for her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 3:00 pm
 "Back to work," Barker snapped, his cape-like wings huffing out and his red crescent eyes glaring at the lazy carnies half-assing their work. The rusty metal claw scrapped across the wooden booth that the two workers were supposed to be "cleaning". He watched in grim satisfaction as they scrambled to get back to their jobs.
This picture of the carnival was one that few saw. Only the carnies living here knew what extensive setup was needed every morning to keep the carnival properly running. The beasts needed to be fed, the trash from the night before picked up, prizes restocked, treats prepared... And he was the one in charge of making sure that everything is accomplished before the gates open. From dawn to past midnight he was awake, watching over his precious freak show.
Looking up to the Sun's placement in the sky, Barker took note of the time. He would have to check up on his various talents soon. Most of them would be awake, scurrying around the carnival. It was his job to make sure that they were in good health, ready for the show that night.
He would start with his favorite section; The Beasts. He had come across the various critters in many different ways. Some were caught, other tricked, and a few had no other place to go. It was how this whole carnival was made up.
Hobbling over to the darkened cages, he ran his claw over the bars, smirking as the animals inside hissed and growled. A few more confident beasts had the gall to approach the bars and reach out for him. Instead of lashing out at the raging shadows, he withdrew his hook. "Keep that energy for tonight," And with that note, he was off to his next destination. His psychics and fortune tellers. They were a group that he usually observed from afar. There were far too many ghosts in his past that he didn't want brought up.
Some movement in one tent caught his eye. It's cloth a deep red, parted just so he could see inside. A smoky blue captured his attention and he stepped forward to get a closer look.
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 1:53 am
Tatiana nosed a few more things into place, keeping eye on the glowing orb in the centre of her table with her peripherals. They were unpredictable sometimes and when they became restless they could act up. Today, luckily they seemed content to rest. Less work for her then.
Her gaze turned outwards as movement outside of her tent caught her eye and she watched as a ragged stallion approached. Ah, the Barker. How rare of him to come over to this area of the carnival, she noticed he usually avoided it moreso than other spots. She had not seen much of him before, mostly only from a distance though he had employed her services several times before, in a manner of speaking. Never directly however usually there were others there, the "trainers" or "tamers" or whatever they called themselves. Most would find her morals more than a little skewed in that she, unlike so many at the carnival was here by choice. And more to it that she willingly leant her services to coax unwitting victims into the embrace of the carnival, weaving fabulous tales for them as their heads filled with smoke and drink.
For her it was done mostly out of curiosity. To see what they could become...was it not far more enthralling than what they had been? Most of them had led dull lives, some tainted with troubles of a regular sort but to let them become a part of the carnival, part of the madness and the thrill was far more interesting than sending them away with a simple fortune. And for her, she actually like being at the carnival. It wasn't a graveyard but really it was almost the next best thing. Not to mention she always stopped off at places along the way as the carnival travelled. But life here was much more fast paced than what it had been in her home country and she as long as it remained interesting she might as well stay.
Tatiana raised her head, and dipped it in greeting as the barker drew closer, the pendant on her horn brushing lightly against her face. "Greetings, Barker. What brings you to these tents if I may enquire? I trust the carnival is in order."
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