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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 3:48 pm
It was a cool night. Bordering on cold, to be exact. Grete was cursing herself for not bringing a coat. Oh, well. She sat outside, on a long picnic-style table that hadn't been taken in from the 'feeding time'. She layed back slightly, but proped herself up with her elbows.
She glanced around. She was alone, as far as she knew. Grete was a little afraid that she would fall asleep out here. Not that she was tired - it was just so pleasant outside. Aside from the cold. She really needed to remember to bring a coat with her more often.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:00 pm
"Tch-" Charlot frowned, tossing aside his last match. Damn thing had sparked for all of two seconds and went out without lighting his cigarette. "Bloody piece of shite..." He growled under his breath, walking through the collection of picnic benches.
He'd come out here to smoke away from the main area of trailors and tents, it seemed like a peaceful enough place to laze about. As he stepped around one of the chairs he spotted a figure sprawled across one of the tables. One eyebrow raised slowly as he scanned the figure and found it to be female.
"Whatta we 'ave 'ere..." He murmured to himself, cigarette forgotten for the moment.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:07 pm
Grete opened an eye, just slightly. She sat up, and pushed her chocolate hair out of her face. Had she heard something? She groaned a bit, as she stretched, and sat completely up.
"Hello?" She called out, softly.
Grete's eyes searched for the source of any noises. She was slightly freaked, but she didn't let it show. She was fine. Just a little spooked. And cold. She waited, and half-decided to lay back down. Grete began to curl back up on the table, but she kept both eyes open, just in case someone was there. She didn't care to be completely surprised by someone appearing in front of her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:11 pm
It wasn't often one found random woman curled up on tables in the middle of darkness- it was damn rare. Charlot stepped up to the table, cautious in case she freaked out on him or anything.
" 'Ello~," He replied to her called out greeting.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:13 pm
Grete sat up, and realized that she was being talked to. She saw a man walking up to her, and tried to recognize him. She hadn't met him yet.
"Oh, hey," Grete smiled, "I thought I heard someone. I don't think we've met. I'm Grete." She extended her hand for a handshake.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:27 pm
Charlot extended his fingerless gloved hand in return, taking hers and giving it a brief shake. It was colder tonight, so he'd opted for the hand coverings and a pulling the collar of his jacket up to ward the cold away.
"Charlot M'Queen, pleasure t'meet you Miz Grete-" He offered her a smile, tipping his hat back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 4:31 pm
Grete smiled, pleased. His accent. Wow.
"Pleasure to meet you, as well," She said, sounding amused, "So, what're you doing out on a night like tonight?" Grete asked this question with a thin eyebrow raised. She really did want an answer. She thought that she was the only one up and about this night.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:09 pm
Charlot smirked, releasing her hand. His eyes flicked around the area quickly, before returning to look at Grete.
"Oi was lookin' t'smoke, but me matches are shite." He sighed, gesturing with the unlit cigarette mournfully. "Y'wouldn't 'appen to 'ave a light, would you?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:16 pm
"Mmph. 'Fraid I don't. I don't smoke. I just drink," Grete responded, smiling.
"So, I don't think I've seen you around before. You new? Or do I just not pay enough attention to anything?" Grete sat up a bit straighter, and adjusted her weight on the table.
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:26 pm
Ah, too bad. Charlot nodded, tucking the cigarette back into his pocket carefully. Later, precious. Later.
"Drink, eh? Whot's y'poison?" He grinned, hands tucking into his pockets. "Yeah, oi'm new... jus' came in wi-th'new batch. Oi'll be tossing blades and workin' w'whips."
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 6:41 pm
"Just about anything. Right now, though, I've got whiskey. A little bit of rum, too," Grete added. "Do you want something? It won't be much trouble to get it." She pointed back to the direction of her trailer.
"Tossing blades, eh? That sounds exciting. And dangerous. I suppose all of the good acts are dangerous, though," Grete commented, smiling.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 2:58 pm
Whiskey, like Scarlett had. That had been a good drink. Now rum, he'd never had that before. He pushed his curiousity aside for the moment, eyebrow raised.
"Oi guess it could be consida'd dangerous if the weilder didn't know what th'ell 'e was doin'- Oi 'appen t'know a bit about blades." He shrugged, shifting to lean on the table she was sprawled across at a casual distance.
"Whot about'chu? Y'work in th' circus too?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 4:51 pm
Grete nodded slightly.
"Yeah, I do. I'm a medium. Nothing particularly special," She added that last bit casually, as to avoid another Lucrezia-esque conflict.
"So, have you liked it here at Cirque so far? Like the people you've met?" Grete asked. She felt like she needed to ask this to any new members, just to make them feel welcome. That, and Grete really was curious. She took a hidden pleasure in knowing what others thought of others.
She turned back to him, and paused.
"Do you want me to get something? It wouldn't be a problem."
In all truth, Grete hoped that Charlot would say yes. She wanted a drink, but didn't want to come off as a raging alcoholic.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:41 pm
"Medium, eh?" Interesting. Charlot eyed her for a moment, then glanced back toward the trailors at her mention of getting drinks again. He had to admit, he wanted one.
"Yeah, it's been alright s'far. Everyone Oi've met's been pretty accomi'datin'." He turned back to Grete, flashing her a wicked smile.
"Oi'd love a drink."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 5:58 pm
Good. Just what Grete wanted to hear. She smiled. She had also kept a close eye on his reactions to her job at Cirque. Nothing seemed particularly out-of-place, so, she relaxed.
"Alright. Shall I go and get them, and bring them back here, or...?" Grete then thought of another question.
"Do you want rum, whiskey, or should I just look to see what else I can find?"
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