Oh dear....
ooc: part 1, part 2, part 3.
"Aren't circuses supposed to be fun?" Will frowned, leaning on a handrail.
Sally, who was sitting on the handrail, picked happily at her cotton candy. "If it makes you feel better, I'm having fun." She plopped a chunk in her mouth and closed her eyes as the sweet confection melted on her tongue. "Cotton candy?"
He batted her treat away and sighed. "Seriously. What kind of back corner town is this, that a man gets his pocket picked. My wallet. Gone. All my non money, gone. And someone else is going to be William Beachum and you know what's the worst part? That person is going to be a better William than me. I bet he wouldn't let his wallet get stolen." He crossed his arms and let out a grumbled sigh. "Think this new and improved Will is a good guy?"
"Oh the best," she answered cheerfully. "And he probably would dress better too."
"What's wrong with how I dress?"
She gave him a look and continued picking at her cotton candy. "Um, those shoes? Do not go with those pants. I mean, really. You are wearing LAWYER shoes, and jeans. And I know you didn't get dressed in the dark because you turned the lights on this morning and like totally blinded me. Not cool, Mr. Beachum."
He wasn't satisfied. "Lawyer shoes? What the fuck does that even mean, Sal?"
Sally gave a mock sigh. "It means they are shoes that lawyers wear."
"By that definition, any shoes I own are lawyer shoes." He had no idea where she was going with this, and truth be told, he was only half paying attention. Instead he was scanning the crowd, trying to see if anyone stood out, if there was any way he could recognize a thief. Yeah. Good fucking luck. "And why are we talking about shoes? I have lost my identity."
"Maybe you can get a new one that involves being a fabulous dresser. I can help with that. We'll make you fantastico." She raised a hand in salute as she giggled, trying to keep her balance on the handrail.
Will resisted the urge to smack her off the handrail. Instead, he thought for a moment. Right now, they had no money. Well correction, they had Sally's money but he felt bad enough taking that, seeing as he had all but kidnapped her. Then he had an idea. "Come on, Sally, let's go!" With that, he disappeared in the crowd with Sally scrambling to catch up. She'd caught that glint in his eyes and knew this was a bad idea.
And she was right.
Somehow, he'd managed to convince the owner of the circus to give him a job. Luckily for him, one of the callers was ill. Turns out the man who generally introduced the lady with the dancing bear and unicycle riding dogs, had caught the bird flu. Will didn't even want to ask how that was even possible. Sally was offered a job with the concession stand if she wanted to, and she agreed, if only because her co workers would include an Asian midget by the name of Jojo and a geek called Sandra, who looked far too nice to be biting the heads off of chickens.
Will dropped her off at the stand, gave her a kiss ("In case I die out there Sally, I want you to have my trucker hat. Treat it nicely, and call it Pammy."), and headed off for the big top. Rolling her eyes at him, she didn't even bother answering him back. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and set about making popcorn. Turns out that the midget was fluent in five languages, and Sandra had an excellent dental plan and Sally found herself thoroughly enjoying the conversation.
At the end of the night, Will hadn't come back ,but Sandra told her to not worry. "The shows run late under the big top and you worked hard today. Let's grab some food, and I'll introduce you around."
Sally met all sorts of people she'd never imagined before. Sitting behind all the tents, with blankets spread out on the floor, she played cards with the siamese twins, watched the jugglers perform, and showed off her own shield. It was odd but in the group of 'freaks', she was the only with a mutant power. The others were humans, cast away due to their own appearance. It didn't matter that they had no mutant gene; they were treated the same.
Will never did come back, and she was worried a bit. "Shouldn't the show be done," she asked one of the siamese twins, Flora? or was it Cora?
Cora or Flora responded with a smirk. "Don't you know the story behind Tamara and her animals?"
The group snorted, and Sally looked at them all with a confused look on her face. "Noo...should I?" She put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. There were still some snickerings and Sally's look changed to a glare. "What?"
"Tamara LOOOOVES her animals," cooed Sandra, flicking some cards at Jojo's head. "And I do mean love. She spends a lot of quality time with them, if you get my drift." Sally was starting to understand but refused to acknowledge it.
"She fucks her dogs, and the bear watches," Gerald, the strongman, put bluntly. This caused Sally to choke on her lemonade and almost drop the glass down.
She let out a small 'oh' and wondered if she should go and save Will.
It lasted all of five seconds until Sandra decided they needed to play Go Fish again. Will was a big boy. He could take care of himself.
She spent the night in Sandra's trailer, giggling with the other girl until daybreak before passing out and sleeping soundly until noon. At that point, she figured Will would have to reappear eventually, so saying her goodbyes, and collecting her money for the night, she headed towards the truck, approaching it from the front. There in the cab, was Will, sprawled on the bench wearing nothing but his shorts, his trucker hat and had suspicious looking claw marks on his back. She was tempted to ask him if that was from the bear but refrained. Instead, she opened the door, wrinkling her nose at the obvious smell of alcohol.
"God, Mr. Beachum. Did you spend your entire paycheque on booze?" He answered back with a mess of mumbles, and Sally sighed. Shoving him uncaringly to the side, she reached into his jeans pocket (which thankfully were tossed on the floor of the cab) and fished out the keys. Starting the car, she was happy to note that there was gas in it, and they could continue on their way.
Popping in the soundtrack to Mamma Mia, Sally made sure to be very loud, much to Will's chagrin. "A little sympathy please? My head has been taken over by jockeys and their horses. God, they're so little, how do they fit in my head..."
Sally snorted and turned the music up. "Your own fault. No sympathy."
"I had to drink enough to ignore the dogs," he mumbled, his eyes closed and his head leaning back on the seat.
"I am not even going to ask."
"They just kept on staring," he continued, ignoring Sally's comment. "And one of them came and attacked me in the middle of it. I mean, it didn't stop me, and I gotta admit, I liked the pain, but damn. DAMN."
"Ew, Will." She wrinkled her nose and gave him a Look. "That is like way too much information. I do not want to share those things. I am not a sharer like you when it comes to inappropriate bedtime activities."
"I wouldn't mind if you did....hey, pull over," he exclaimed suddenly. "I need to puke and that rest area looks like it needs to be polluted." She sighed, and pulled sharply into the exit. After the car was safely parked, he bounded off, running towards the bathroom. She'd intended on staying in the truck but she decided she wanted to stretch her legs. And then she saw her.
"Oh my god, Mr. Beachum, you are a dirty monkey!"
He was already heading towards the truck when he heard her cry out, but this made him curious. "What'd I do now," he called from a distance. He could see Sally standing next to the trunk, her hands on her hips, and if looks could kill, he would not be standing at that moment. "Seriously, I think I suffered enough you know and -- oh my fucking god."
"How did a naked woman and a unicycle end up in the trunk?"
"That's a good fucking question." He was staring down at a sleeping Tamara, a unicycle in her arms and he grinned. "That's the poodle's unicycle. She has amazing stamina you know."
Sally did not look impressed. Stamping down on her foot, she glared. "Wake her up!"
He shook his head. "No can do, little birdy. She took some amazing sleeping pills last night, and coupled with the booze? She'll be out for hours. I guess we should get her back before we get charged with kidnapping."
"We?"
He was already heading for the driver's seat. "We. Welcome to the land of Accesories. If you stay, we'll give you aiding and abetting. And a gang rape in a shower. It's a beautiful thing."
"I hate you, Mr. Beachum," she mumbled getting into the passenger's side.
"Possibly, but you gotta admit," he replied, turning the truck on and reversing out of the parking space. "This is more fun than being forgotten."
She refused to answer but one thing was for sure: she wasn't letting him out of her sight again.
"Aren't circuses supposed to be fun?" Will frowned, leaning on a handrail.
Sally, who was sitting on the handrail, picked happily at her cotton candy. "If it makes you feel better, I'm having fun." She plopped a chunk in her mouth and closed her eyes as the sweet confection melted on her tongue. "Cotton candy?"
He batted her treat away and sighed. "Seriously. What kind of back corner town is this, that a man gets his pocket picked. My wallet. Gone. All my non money, gone. And someone else is going to be William Beachum and you know what's the worst part? That person is going to be a better William than me. I bet he wouldn't let his wallet get stolen." He crossed his arms and let out a grumbled sigh. "Think this new and improved Will is a good guy?"
"Oh the best," she answered cheerfully. "And he probably would dress better too."
"What's wrong with how I dress?"
She gave him a look and continued picking at her cotton candy. "Um, those shoes? Do not go with those pants. I mean, really. You are wearing LAWYER shoes, and jeans. And I know you didn't get dressed in the dark because you turned the lights on this morning and like totally blinded me. Not cool, Mr. Beachum."
He wasn't satisfied. "Lawyer shoes? What the fuck does that even mean, Sal?"
Sally gave a mock sigh. "It means they are shoes that lawyers wear."
"By that definition, any shoes I own are lawyer shoes." He had no idea where she was going with this, and truth be told, he was only half paying attention. Instead he was scanning the crowd, trying to see if anyone stood out, if there was any way he could recognize a thief. Yeah. Good fucking luck. "And why are we talking about shoes? I have lost my identity."
"Maybe you can get a new one that involves being a fabulous dresser. I can help with that. We'll make you fantastico." She raised a hand in salute as she giggled, trying to keep her balance on the handrail.
Will resisted the urge to smack her off the handrail. Instead, he thought for a moment. Right now, they had no money. Well correction, they had Sally's money but he felt bad enough taking that, seeing as he had all but kidnapped her. Then he had an idea. "Come on, Sally, let's go!" With that, he disappeared in the crowd with Sally scrambling to catch up. She'd caught that glint in his eyes and knew this was a bad idea.
And she was right.
Somehow, he'd managed to convince the owner of the circus to give him a job. Luckily for him, one of the callers was ill. Turns out the man who generally introduced the lady with the dancing bear and unicycle riding dogs, had caught the bird flu. Will didn't even want to ask how that was even possible. Sally was offered a job with the concession stand if she wanted to, and she agreed, if only because her co workers would include an Asian midget by the name of Jojo and a geek called Sandra, who looked far too nice to be biting the heads off of chickens.
Will dropped her off at the stand, gave her a kiss ("In case I die out there Sally, I want you to have my trucker hat. Treat it nicely, and call it Pammy."), and headed off for the big top. Rolling her eyes at him, she didn't even bother answering him back. Instead, she rolled up her sleeves and set about making popcorn. Turns out that the midget was fluent in five languages, and Sandra had an excellent dental plan and Sally found herself thoroughly enjoying the conversation.
At the end of the night, Will hadn't come back ,but Sandra told her to not worry. "The shows run late under the big top and you worked hard today. Let's grab some food, and I'll introduce you around."
Sally met all sorts of people she'd never imagined before. Sitting behind all the tents, with blankets spread out on the floor, she played cards with the siamese twins, watched the jugglers perform, and showed off her own shield. It was odd but in the group of 'freaks', she was the only with a mutant power. The others were humans, cast away due to their own appearance. It didn't matter that they had no mutant gene; they were treated the same.
Will never did come back, and she was worried a bit. "Shouldn't the show be done," she asked one of the siamese twins, Flora? or was it Cora?
Cora or Flora responded with a smirk. "Don't you know the story behind Tamara and her animals?"
The group snorted, and Sally looked at them all with a confused look on her face. "Noo...should I?" She put her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow. There were still some snickerings and Sally's look changed to a glare. "What?"
"Tamara LOOOOVES her animals," cooed Sandra, flicking some cards at Jojo's head. "And I do mean love. She spends a lot of quality time with them, if you get my drift." Sally was starting to understand but refused to acknowledge it.
"She fucks her dogs, and the bear watches," Gerald, the strongman, put bluntly. This caused Sally to choke on her lemonade and almost drop the glass down.
She let out a small 'oh' and wondered if she should go and save Will.
It lasted all of five seconds until Sandra decided they needed to play Go Fish again. Will was a big boy. He could take care of himself.
She spent the night in Sandra's trailer, giggling with the other girl until daybreak before passing out and sleeping soundly until noon. At that point, she figured Will would have to reappear eventually, so saying her goodbyes, and collecting her money for the night, she headed towards the truck, approaching it from the front. There in the cab, was Will, sprawled on the bench wearing nothing but his shorts, his trucker hat and had suspicious looking claw marks on his back. She was tempted to ask him if that was from the bear but refrained. Instead, she opened the door, wrinkling her nose at the obvious smell of alcohol.
"God, Mr. Beachum. Did you spend your entire paycheque on booze?" He answered back with a mess of mumbles, and Sally sighed. Shoving him uncaringly to the side, she reached into his jeans pocket (which thankfully were tossed on the floor of the cab) and fished out the keys. Starting the car, she was happy to note that there was gas in it, and they could continue on their way.
Popping in the soundtrack to Mamma Mia, Sally made sure to be very loud, much to Will's chagrin. "A little sympathy please? My head has been taken over by jockeys and their horses. God, they're so little, how do they fit in my head..."
Sally snorted and turned the music up. "Your own fault. No sympathy."
"I had to drink enough to ignore the dogs," he mumbled, his eyes closed and his head leaning back on the seat.
"I am not even going to ask."
"They just kept on staring," he continued, ignoring Sally's comment. "And one of them came and attacked me in the middle of it. I mean, it didn't stop me, and I gotta admit, I liked the pain, but damn. DAMN."
"Ew, Will." She wrinkled her nose and gave him a Look. "That is like way too much information. I do not want to share those things. I am not a sharer like you when it comes to inappropriate bedtime activities."
"I wouldn't mind if you did....hey, pull over," he exclaimed suddenly. "I need to puke and that rest area looks like it needs to be polluted." She sighed, and pulled sharply into the exit. After the car was safely parked, he bounded off, running towards the bathroom. She'd intended on staying in the truck but she decided she wanted to stretch her legs. And then she saw her.
"Oh my god, Mr. Beachum, you are a dirty monkey!"
He was already heading towards the truck when he heard her cry out, but this made him curious. "What'd I do now," he called from a distance. He could see Sally standing next to the trunk, her hands on her hips, and if looks could kill, he would not be standing at that moment. "Seriously, I think I suffered enough you know and -- oh my fucking god."
"How did a naked woman and a unicycle end up in the trunk?"
"That's a good fucking question." He was staring down at a sleeping Tamara, a unicycle in her arms and he grinned. "That's the poodle's unicycle. She has amazing stamina you know."
Sally did not look impressed. Stamping down on her foot, she glared. "Wake her up!"
He shook his head. "No can do, little birdy. She took some amazing sleeping pills last night, and coupled with the booze? She'll be out for hours. I guess we should get her back before we get charged with kidnapping."
"We?"
He was already heading for the driver's seat. "We. Welcome to the land of Accesories. If you stay, we'll give you aiding and abetting. And a gang rape in a shower. It's a beautiful thing."
"I hate you, Mr. Beachum," she mumbled getting into the passenger's side.
"Possibly, but you gotta admit," he replied, turning the truck on and reversing out of the parking space. "This is more fun than being forgotten."
She refused to answer but one thing was for sure: she wasn't letting him out of her sight again.