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 Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:56 pm
“Of course,” Surveying the room, she noted it was pretty lush for whoever this friend of his was, “I can understand, what with being at a circus and all.”
When she looked after to him glancing over, she blushed a bit, raised her brows, and spun her hand in a circular motion to signal him to turn around—she didn’t need any peeping, she had already stripped in front of Grete.
When she was fairly certain she was free from any perversion, she turned around as well. If he did peek, he’d see her back, which was far less entertaining than her front. She dawdled a bit in untying the strings, and worked her way carefully out of the stained corset.
She grimaced at the pink splotch that had moved onto her skin; it was far worse than she expected.
“You know, OH! Don’t turn around, just listen from there.” She eyed him, holding his shirt to her bosom in order to hide anything important, “I could really use some water… If there is a basin you could point me to… It’d be fairly helpful.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 11:24 am
Charlot had been busy counting the patterns on one of the sari's that dangled down in front of the wall he was watching intently when he heard Maxem's question. He didn't turn, but he did lift his head slightly to signal he'd heard her before speaking.
"Oi b'lieve there's a basin in th'top drawer of that-" He lifted a hand, pointing. "At least, that's whot oi've seen it come from... should be there."
He tilted his head, still watching the wall. "What manna of stain dye's th'skin an co'set?" He was grinning, curious.
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Posted: Thu Dec 07, 2006 8:45 pm
Pulling the drawer open, Maxem slowly and gently lifted out the basin before dipping her hands in the water and rubbing at the stain on her cleavage.
“Mmm~” She thought about how to explain that she had no home, and therefore no way to clean herself off, and that’s why she was messier than normal, but she didn’t really know how to say it without sounding like a run-away.
“Well, it’s punch, really. The problem is my living quarters… Or rather, lack thereof. I haven’t found the ring master yet.”
With her chest finally clean, held the shirt out at arm’s length, looking over the style. It was… not her style, obviously, but it would do.
Or so she thought until she put it on; it was actually far too large for her. The length was no big deal; she simply tucked it into her skirts… The issues were the wide sleeves and the neckline that was far too wide. The neckline seemed to be much larger than her dainty neck, and would take to either showing a good deal of cleavage or hanging off of a shoulder. Annoyed, she fixed it and looked at the sleeves. The bottom hem of them reached about her waist, so that anyone looking up her sleeve would be able to see up her arm to her torso.
If she were to slap on a cab drivers hat, she might even look like a vagabond with such a large, clearly borrowed shirt on.
Regardless, Maxem gave a little twirl (Making sure to play with the swishy sleeves), and curtsied. Much to her chagrin, though, the action of spinning had sent the neck of the shirt off of her shoulder, and she had to once again fix it.
“Well, could I pass as you?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:17 pm
Charlot raised an eyebrow. "That mean oi can turn 'round now?" He risked a glance over his shoulder, spotting that she'd gotten dressed and cleaned already. He turned around, tilting his head at her.
"Not t'bad, actually-" He murmured with a grin. "Oi didn't think oi'd look s'good in skirts." Charlot stood up, shaking his head. "Y'aven't met the ringmaster yet? Whot about Sca'lett?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:35 pm
If she had the nerve, she would have reached up and snatched his hat as well. It was a cute style, and she figured it would complete the look. Longingly she stared at it, because being brought back to attention by Charlot’s voice.
“I’ve met a girl with a… creature of some sort, Grete, a man with scars, and you. So unless one of them happens to be Scarlett or the Ringmaster, I can’t say I have.”
That hat…. She was dead focused on it now. Despite this, she shook her head slightly, trying to shake the notion from her head. ‘Stare at his face,’ she chided herself, ‘Or at least his shoulders, if you have to look too far up.’
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 9:46 pm
Charlot hadn't missed her STARING at his head... or was it at his hat. He tilted his head a little more, eyes closing slightly.
"Oi recognize them-" He murmured before walking past her to the door. The sooner he got them out of Ankita's trailer, the better he through it would be. Not good to have her reappear with some stranger in the house- although, if she'd met Maxem maybe they were friends already?
He pushed the door open, gesturing elegantly for her to head out. "Shall we?" He flashed her a smile. "Oi can take y'ta see Miz Sca'lett... she might even tell y'where th'sleepin trailer is."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:00 pm
“Can you really?!” Maxem’s moth –like attention span had finally kicked in, and her brain had completely forgotten about how badly she had wanted the hat before. With a flounce in her step, she exited the trailer, her curls bouncing slightly as she reached the ground.
“I’d really appreciate that, you know.” She smiled at him, really starting to see what a great guy he must be to help her out so much after just meeting her. She’d have to tell Grete about him later. A mental note was made and tucked away lest it distract her from her fun.
“Wait… Is there only one sleeping trailer?” Her eyes darted to his face (Not the hat!) with a look on concern; one sleeping trailer for however many members of the cirque seemed fairly problematic. If there was just one… It would make no sense for Charlot’s friend to have one, and he would probably been able to show her himself, she reasoned, wishing she had thought of that before asking a stupid question.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:20 pm
Charlot stepped down out of the trailer, pulling the door shut firmly behind him. He dusted his hands off, walking up and past her toward Scarlett's gold and red trailer to the far side of the grounds.
"Well, far as oi know... there's one trailer f'all us newbies t'sleepin- this is whot Sca'lett told me durin' our lil'meeting." He tucked his hands into his pockets, glancing sidelong at Maxem as they walked and chatted. "Oi never found it an' finally gave up al'ta'getha. Oi was lucky nuff t'find someone t'give me a place t'sleep."
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:33 pm
Maxem laughed a bit, trying to think of just how to say the mental image she had just gotten.
“Oh, lovely! I’ve got the man who can’t even find his own bed showing me around!”
She then bit her lip, putting two and two together and realizing that it came to a dismal sort of answer that did not, in this case, equal four.
“It’s that trailer I was just in, I take it. There is no way you can convince me that you’re staying with a male chum in a place as fancy as that… So let me guess. You’re married?”
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:43 pm
Charlot's eyes snapped back to Maxem, eyes wide. "Oh, nononononono-" He waved his hands slightly. "Oi'm NOT married... she just let me stay in 'er trailer since oi'd 'ave slept outside otherwise."
Married?! Tch! He'd only just got there, 'sides... he wasn't much of marrying material, if you asked him.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 10:50 pm
With a sharp gasp, her hands clasped to her mouth and her face turned red again. She was stunned, and could barely believe her ears. Her eyes were wide with incredibility as she looked at him; he was open, yes, but she hadn’t seen him as that kind of man.
“You mean to tell me you’re living with a woman and haven’t even married her yet?”
Oh dear, this was turning into a scandalous situation. A couple out of wedlock yet sleeping in the same closed quarters at night seemed far too obscene to be happening at this day and age! By her times’ standards, she was in no ways a conservative girl, but still. This! This was far too much for her ears to hear.
‘It’s a circus! A bloody circus! No wonder people are vagabonds… Maybe there was a short of trailers? No, that can’t be right. There are bedding trailers for the new comers, so he is there of his will! Goodness gracious, what have I gotten myself into?’
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:06 pm
Charlot stopped, looking at the red head like she'd lost her g'damn mind. He tugged his hat off, running a hand through his hair- collecting the best way to say this without coming off sounding like a p***k.
"Look, luv- calm y'self down, aye?" He flopped the hat back on, leveling green eyes on her. "Oi been 'ere just as long as you- maybe a couple days earlier. Oi ain't married to no lady, I'm just sleepin' on 'er couch. We ain't t'gether, Anky'ta's way to classy f' a guy like me."
He shook his head, moving onward toward Scarlett's trailer. He spotted the flicker of gold across the crimson paint ahead, pointing it out.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:19 pm
Remaining where she was, Maxem took a moment to let that information sink in and take full effect. He was new too? That was a shocker. She figured that with his collected personality that he must have been here months. Funny how quickly people could adapt.
Wait… If she helped him find the men’s rooming trailer (And goodness she hoped they were differentiated by genders), would be move out of this Ankita’s room? … Anita. The name was familiar, but she could not place why. Maybe she had read it in a romance novel or something.
Her pace quickened in order to make up for the distance gained as she was thinking. She had been reprimanded again. What was with people and reprimanding her here? Was she that bad of a person? She certainly hoped not. She also hoped she hadn’t blown this just like she did the girl with the monkey.
A large pile of muddle had formed in Maxem’s brain as she tried to figure everything that had just happened out. Firstly, he was staying with a woman on her couch-- not romantically involved, secondly, he had no idea where he ought to be sleeping, thirdly, he was new, and finally, he seemed to either think very little of himself, or very highly of this Ankita. Alright, well… That was that, and there was nothing really more to be said.
Keeping quiet with a slight frown, she looked at the trailer, then back to Charlot. She then looked at the ground as she walked, before picking up the pace to just under a trot in order to get to the safety of whoever this Scartlett may be. Anything to remove some of her regret and her looming feeling of anxiety would be welcome, not matter what it was.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:25 pm
"S'rry f'snappin-" Charlot murmured, hands back in his pockets. "Oi didn't mean fer it t'come out like that... sometimes oi'm a lil to blunt, hmm?"
He stopped in front of Scarlett's trailer, turning around to face her. "Well, 'ere she is. Careful, she's a bit... different."
;]
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:37 pm
She tilted her head towards him, looking from the corner of her eye as her hand hovered slowly towards the trailer handle.
“You want to come in…? Maybe she can help you find the rooming trailer.” Maxem’s voice was flat. She would accept the apology, but be weary in the future; both of herself and of Charlot.
If he wasn’t going to enter, then she’d probably not see him for a while, as he’d be spending most his time with Ankita in her trailer. If he did, that was a sign that he wasn’t actually attached to her and that Maxem may have a shot. This was a test for Charlot, to see just how much he did care about Ankita.
Maxem had become well aware over the years that what people say and what they actually feel are often times different; she was currently feeling as if ‘just friends’ wasn’t particularly true.
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