[25] - Voice (No filters)

[doctor_j_crane]

[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.]

Comments

HAVE A HIDEOUS CARNIE GHOST STORY.

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

I ain't a beggar. [JUST AN GOOD OLD FASHIONED THIEF!]

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.

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You are a begger, and we did all that we could for that girl.

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.

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

You hear me askin' you for money? Least I do my job. [EXCEPT HE TOTES DOESN'T, LOL.]


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'?

<3

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

You may notice that this post is me doing my job.

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

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

Oh! You'll forgive me, I thought you were a doctor, not a black talking shit stirrer.

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

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

Oh, I am a doctor. The latter describes you.

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.]

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

All I'm sayin' is... that man couldn't make a horse for shit.

That's all.

[LOL OFF TO TALK TO WEST.]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[PHHH. CRANE IS NOT IMPRESSED. AND IS SLIGHTLY CONCERNED. :|]

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

[WHEN BILLY WRECKS YOUR HOUSE UP, CRANE? FEATHERS EVERYWHERE!

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.]

[my-freeze-ray.livejournal.com]

[WHEN BILLY WRECKS YOUR HOUSE UP, CRANE? FEATHERS EVERYWHERE!

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.]

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

[Crane will be horrified and appalled! But not have the super creeps once he finds out it's just Billy and that weird balloon guy. c:]

ROUSTIE!DENISE THINKS YOU'RE DELIGHTFUL, BILLY

[gotgirlballs.livejournal.com]