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Uou've grown up in the circus. You know your way around it like the back of your hand. It's your home. Yet for some reason, you can't figure out where your tent is. Maybe you need some help. Maybe someone can assist, but they seem just as lost as you are...it's a little disorienting.
Ollie had left the main tent, though he couldn't quite recall why. Hadn't he been speaking to some of his dearest friends before? Perhaps he'd left when the show had started, that seemed reasonable enough. He'd seen the performances so many times in both live action and rehersal that no one could blame him really for excusing himself. The acts didn't change too terribly much over time, after all. Perhaps he just needed some rest and relaxation of his own, and he nodded to himself, deciding that yes, he needed a meal and a nap. Turning down an alleyway of tents, he hummed to himself as he wandered through the practiced lines and rows of tents and their moorings, sidestepping cages, animals, and equipment easily.
He moved as easily through the circus as a fish through water, it would have been strange not to considering how long he'd been here. He'd even thrown knives once upon a time as a child, before begging to go to school to become a physician. As he made his final turn he paused, his humming coming to an abrupt and confused stop. The tent at the end of the cluster wasn't his. Had he taken a wrong turn? But how could that have been possible? He knew the pathways to his tent like the back of his hand didn't he? The strange day got even stranger and he pursed his lips in annoyance.
Back tracking, he frowned and determinedly nodded, deciding he'd made an absentminded wrong turn and simply had to go the other fork. Winding this way and that, he trotted over to the end of that row as well, only to groan in disbelief at himself. How had he taken a wrong turn AGAIN? This wasn't his tent either, and he decided to try and follow his nose. His tent was close to the fortune tellers, so you could smell incense and caramel from his place almost all the time.
But as he tried to follow the sound of light carnaval music and smell of incense, that turned out not to be quite as accurate as he hoped either. He'd somehow ended up back near the big tent, specifically the ticket booth. He growled softly in frustration, rubbing his eyes and stalking over to the snack booth, grabbing an apple that hadn't been dipped in topping yet, and stalked off, taking a bite. Perhaps he was confused because he just hadn't eaten today? He couldn't remember eating breakfast or lunch, and hoped the apple would suffice for now until he got back to take a nap in his tent. Rolling his eyes at the antics of some young urchins milling about the camp, he strode confidently ever deeper into the living quarters. At one point, he simply let himself wander and get lost, eying his surroundings and eating his apple with little interest or attention paid to anything around him. It was then he smelled the pungent incense the fortune tellers favored, the light smell of caramel and even lighter smell of antiseptic that he kept in his tent for patch ups.
With a sigh of relief he rubbed his temples and opened the flap of his tent, leaning into the place he'd come to call home and carved out for himself among the rest of the members of the circus. At least something was going right today finally.
WC: 567 -1 solo
