John smiled a bit. She could be helpful. “Okay, well could you tell me where a child might hide out?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Wanderer (RP with Mistress-Of-The-Woe-Maidens)
mistress-of-the-woe-maidens:
beautiful-grief:
mistress-of-the-woe-maidens:
“Hmmm!” Wick tapped her chin in thought. She stared up at the black sky above them, the fire bursts reflecting in her dark eyes. If they found Daniel, would he leave hell? That couldn’t be possible, right? No sheep could leave the fold. The thought of him leaving made her heart twinge. That was weird. Usually, she didn’t care about sinners at all. There was something different about this one.
The clown mistress bounced in front of him before walking backwards. She kept her arms behind her back and her smile as lovely as ever. “What’s in it for me if I help ya, hm?”
John was shocked she was even considering his question. Would she really help him? He could use someone who knew the carnival better than he did. But what price would he have to pay? “Well, what do you want? You know I don’t have much to offer you here. I have no money or anything like that here.” The sinner was desperate for help and would probably give her whatever is was she was after, but he still ought to know before agreeing to anything. After all, he knows he shouldn’t just trust anyone around here. Wick seemed more reliable than other carnies, though.
“Actually, I’m not sure yet!” Wick began to twirl around, kicking up dust clouds around her boots as she did so. “I’ll let ya know when I think of it.”
Wick was never a serious individual. Even if she were sad or angry, a bit of her silliness would leak into her emotions. Maybe she wasn’t completely sane. Maybe it was all for show. Or maybe that’s just how she was. Clowns were happy beings. They found enjoyment in making others laugh…but they also like having their own laughs. They love to have fun. It was part of the reason she liked tormenting sinners. Everything was a game with her.
Well…most times.
“Where have ya looked already?”
John suppressed a smile as Wick twirled. He found her so… childish. It rather cute, how she was rarely serious, but it was also heartbreaking. He remembered how playful his son once was, and it made him miss him even more.
“Okay, I guess that will have to do,” he said, not particularly pleased with still not knowing what he would have to give her. Wick was unpredictable, so there was no telling what she could be after. Still, he was desperate. He’d assumed Wick has been here for a while now, long enough to know the Carnival like the back of her hand. He needed her to help him.
“Well, I’ve checked all of the tents that way,” he said, pointing to the path to his right. “I’ve checked the row of booths and tents near the Cotton Candy stand, and the path that’s left of it,” he explained.
bloodspatteredtot asked: "Delia nodded, "Yes, Grandpa Luci owns the Carnival.He let's Delia run around and play anywhere she wants. Daddy says Delia can't steal or she'll have to leave the carnival again.""
“So, you know this place well?” John asked. He couldn’t believe he was asking a toddler for help, and a demon one at that, but he was growing desperate.
mistressofthewoemaidens asked: ""Don't struggle, okay? A magic anon is makin' me do this!" Wick grabbed him by the front of his coat, pulled him down to her level, and licked his lips."
John pulled away from Wick quickly, eyes wide. He just stared at her silence, utterly confused.
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themutelittlebirdy:
beautiful-grief:
themutelittlebirdy:
She pulled her mouth into a grin, straining against the strings across her mouth. Wonderful! A sinner! Always much better company than the Carnies.
John walked toward the girl. He was about to say ‘Hello’, but then he noticed the strings keeping the girls mouth shut. “Oh my God… Who did that to you?”
With a slight shrug, Piper shook her head, as if to say, ‘I can’t quite remember. Someone nasty, that’s for sure.’ Letting out a soft chuckle, she watched the man’s reaction curiously.
He looked at her confused, unable to read her body language. He did, at least, realize she wasn’t a carny, and therefore probably not dangerous. “What’s your name?” he asked, hoping she could spell it out with sign language or something.
imaginarymeanmarni:
“…”
“still worried about your boy? let him run around a little, won’t ya. don’t be so overbearing. overprotective daddies are the worst”
“…what would you know about that?”
“oh, i know plenty alright. but it doesn’t matter. now, do you want to kiss the girls, johnny?”
Wanderer (RP with Mistress-Of-The-Woe-Maidens)
mistress-of-the-woe-maidens:
beautiful-grief:
mistress-of-the-woe-maidens:
Wick cast a look back at Maggot before skipping after John. She caught up with him and trailed along beside him, her arms tucked behind her back. He had an uncertain shuffle to his feet. He dragged them against the ground ever so slightly. This made it a bit difficult to mimic his footsteps. “Actually, our fun was just ending…so um, I’m free! Do you really have things to do down here? What could be so important?”
John stopped his walking and turned to look at Wick. “I’m looking for my son. He ran off. He’s probably scared and alone and I need to find him,” he said, beginning to shuffle along the trail again. He wasn’t surprised when Wick kept on following alongside him. It wasn’t the first time she tried to get him to ‘play’ with her. He wouldn’t mind, usually, on having her around if she wasn’t with her Woe-Maidens or mocking him, but he couldn’t allow her to distract from him finding Daniel. After he found his son, however, maybe he could get to know her. He did have a small crush on her, after all. He took a sharp breath. “So, are you going to help me look for him?”
“Hmmm!” Wick tapped her chin in thought. She stared up at the black sky above them, the fire bursts reflecting in her dark eyes. If they found Daniel, would he leave hell? That couldn’t be possible, right? No sheep could leave the fold. The thought of him leaving made her heart twinge. That was weird. Usually, she didn’t care about sinners at all. There was something different about this one.
The clown mistress bounced in front of him before walking backwards. She kept her arms behind her back and her smile as lovely as ever. “What’s in it for me if I help ya, hm?”
John was shocked she was even considering his question. Would she really help him? He could use someone who knew the carnival better than he did. But what price would he have to pay? “Well, what do you want? You know I don’t have much to offer you here. I have no money or anything like that here.” The sinner was desperate for help and would probably give her whatever is was she was after, but he still ought to know before agreeing to anything. After all, he knows he shouldn’t just trust anyone around here. Wick seemed more reliable than other carnies, though.
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themutelittlebirdy:
She pulled her mouth into a grin, straining against the strings across her mouth. Wonderful! A sinner! Always much better company than the Carnies.
John walked toward the girl. He was about to say ‘Hello’, but then he noticed the strings keeping the girls mouth shut. “Oh my God… Who did that to you?”
bloodspatteredtot asked: "Delia frowned, "But maybe Delia can help. She lives in the carnival with her daddy and grandpa Luci.""
John stopped walking and turned to her. “Your grandpa is Lucifer?” he asked, just to be sure that’s what she meant by ‘Luci’. If she was Lucifer’s grandkid, she would probably know the Carnival better than he did.
Wanderer (RP with Mistress-Of-The-Woe-Maidens)
mistress-of-the-woe-maidens:
beautiful-grief:
“You know,Wick, I really should be going. You girls looked like you were having fun. I have…things to do, anyway.” John’s voice was shaky, and he stumbled over his words, the trail that Wick made with her finger burning and distracting his mind. His eyes were locked on to hers for a few moments, before he broke his arm free of Wick’s grip. He re-stacked the boxes he knocked over, then rose to his feet again. He took another look at Wick, then turned to leave the tent again.
Wick cast a look back at Maggot before skipping after John. She caught up with him and trailed along beside him, her arms tucked behind her back. He had an uncertain shuffle to his feet. He dragged them against the ground ever so slightly. This made it a bit difficult to mimic his footsteps. “Actually, our fun was just ending…so um, I’m free! Do you really have things to do down here? What could be so important?”
John stopped his walking and turned to look at Wick. “I’m looking for my son. He ran off. He’s probably scared and alone and I need to find him,” he said, beginning to shuffle along the trail again. He wasn’t surprised when Wick kept on following alongside him. It wasn’t the first time she tried to get him to ‘play’ with her. He wouldn’t mind, usually, on having her around if she wasn’t with her Woe-Maidens or mocking him, but he couldn’t allow her to distract from him finding Daniel. After he found his son, however, maybe he could get to know her. He did have a small crush on her, after all. He took a sharp breath. “So, are you going to help me look for him?”
