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doctor_j_crane) wrote2010-09-20 11:43 am
doctor_j_crane) wrote2010-09-20 11:43 am
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[Whoops, slow response time, Crane was sleeping off drinking with Rose.]
God damn it. I warned you all, yet you went to the carnival anyway. Where's the girl who was shot?
I would warn the rest of you, this is the tip of the iceberg. We need these people out of our town and this carnival gone. Now. Or is one girl being shot not enough? Would you all rather two or three?
Has anyone else been harmed? Physically or financially?
[Carnival filter]
To which ever one of you placed that balloon outside my house, I am not intimidated in the slightest. [He is.]
God damn it. I warned you all, yet you went to the carnival anyway. Where's the girl who was shot?
I would warn the rest of you, this is the tip of the iceberg. We need these people out of our town and this carnival gone. Now. Or is one girl being shot not enough? Would you all rather two or three?
Has anyone else been harmed? Physically or financially?
[Carnival filter]
To which ever one of you placed that balloon outside my house, I am not intimidated in the slightest. [He is.]
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What's a kid like that doing let out all alone?
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God only knows. I'm not her father. [He's surprised that a carnival person would actually think to ask that.]
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Seems to me like y'all need to learn to take care of your own.
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I can hardly control the actions of everyone in the town. [Not that he hasn't tried. And he misses the teamwork implication.]
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You control your own, and you ain't done her no more good than anyone else in your one horse town did.
[THEN, AN AIR OF SMUGNESS ENTERS HIS VOICE, AS HE MOVES ONTO A MORE IMPORTANT TOPIC:]
...So, you got a balloon, did you?
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Yes. It's red and oddly shaped.
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[PAUSE, and his expression suddenly becomes one of concern.]
It... It ain't a red horse, is it?
[HE KNOWS THERE'S NO WAY OF TELLING.]
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I have no idea. It looks more like a... mass.
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Plenty of you town folk knew she was up here, and hell, even we noticed that there was somethin' a little screwy with her Pa, and yet not one of y'all saw fit to keep an eye on her. Not even a distinguished Town Doctor like yourself.
A red mass? Well... I hope you're right, Doc. Ain't never heard no tales about dark things following red balloon masses.
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You have no idea what you're talking about. Do you want me to tell you how often I've tried to treat him? For years? How reluctant he is to see anyone? And now, now, it's my job to look after his daughter as well? I'm a doctor, not a god damn saint. [Whooo, someone has repressed anger issues.]
It's not as if 'dark things' would follow any other kind of balloon.
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Way you make it sound, you ain't actually succeeded in doin' a damn thing for either of them. That why you're so sore now? Because when she did get hurt you had to see how well other people step up to the plate? [GOAD GOAD GOAD.]
Yeah, no, you're right. [Pause.] 'Cept a red horse. [Go on, Crane, ask him what he's talking about...]
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Only because those other people are probably going to cause her death. She may be a harlot, but she's our god damn harlot. [Yup, getting shot at the carnival must mean that you're a harlot. See other comments for more of this wonderous logic.]
What the hell are you talking about?
HAVE A HIDEOUS CARNIE GHOST STORY.
Good way to prevent that might'a been for someone in your town to give half a crap what fate might befall her. Maybe y'all could take a few lessons from how we see to our own harlots. [FUCK 'EM AND PAY 'EM, BOYS. FUCK 'EM AND PAY 'EM.]
Oh, just... this fella we used to know. Old Red Indian who used to go with the Hardson Brothers. He was a balloon artists but he weren't very good at it, no one could tell his cats from his chickens. Still, he was a good old soul and he worked hard, went by the name 'Red Horse', and he worked the Hardson's Carnivale all his life. Now a few years back we was passin' by Jackson and we latched together for one big blow out of a show together, and some of the guys from the town, they started hasslin' him, mockin' him, said that he was mad, to be so old and actin' so young. Now, eventually he told them boys to beat it, and you know what they done instead?
They dragged old red horse off, and tarred and feathered him. Scorched all his skin off and burned him black with the tar. He died like that, alone and in agony, because of them mean ass townies who couldn't respect a poor man's work.
So we move the hell along, and the next town we come too? Everythin's a little better, until some mean old men start hassling Henry, now, he ain't been doin the balloons too long at this point, and he weren't planning on having to take the weight of two shifts all alone, so he just lets them talk him down, and later me and him sat back out in my tent practicing. And that's where we are when the same mook who was most rude about his work comes shoutin' up the hill, asking what the hell kinda joke we think we're playing, leaving our balloons out on his yard. And he's carrying this messy little red balloon. Well, we told him we didn't no nothin' about it, and he gave us a piece of his mind, but what's he gonna do about it? He goes back to his house? We go back to my tent.
Next day, they find him and his whole family, wife and two big sons, skin scorched off by tar, and their pillows all torn open, to strew around with feathers.
I LOVE IT. EVERYONE READ THE COMMENT ABOVE THIS ONE.
I'm not scared by some carnival fireside story. For all I know, you could have left that balloon just so you could waste my time by telling that foolish story. I'm sorry that man was killed, but frankly? It's not like people didn't have it coming.
Re: I LOVE IT. EVERYONE READ THE COMMENT ABOVE THIS ONE.
Yeah, you shouldn't fret over it. I mean, it only happened in four other places since then. Most folks hear stories, so people ain't so rude, now.
[PAUSE.]
Wait, did you just say an old man who wanted to be left alone to work 'had it coming'?
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Oh, I'm sure that's completely factually accurate and not you lying to me.
Yes. He should have picked a more stable place of employment.
I need to delete my subject lines :c
Don't need to lie when you've seen as much as we do on the road. Still, ain't like it matters, if you're right that it ain't a horse.
[He's leaving that last bit, but UH CRANE HE's GONNA TRY AND GET WEST TO WRECK YOUR HOUSE UP WITH HIM TOMORROW NIGHT.]
Tehey just second the awesome. <3
It isn't a horse, and your story is ridiculous either way. Go find some productive way to spend your time, like packing up the show.
[DO IT. CRANE ALREADY LOST HIS (REAL) HORSE.]
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That's all.
[LOL OFF TO TALK TO WEST.]
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It'll be super creepy until like, you find out that him and balloon guy West are breaking into peoples houses. THAT MIGHT SPOIL THE MAGIC.]
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It'll be super creepy until like, you find out that him and balloon guy West are breaking into peoples houses. THAT MIGHT SPOIL THE MAGIC.]
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ROUSTIE!DENISE THINKS YOU'RE DELIGHTFUL, BILLY