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tentacruelest) wrote2013-11-25 12:08 am
tentacruelest) wrote2013-11-25 12:08 am
9th Wave
[Spam, taking place before he's abruptly rescued by his warden]
[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.
And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.
And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]
[Down on the pier in the seedier part of town lies the carnival part of the fair, locally known as the freakshow. Here lie bearded women and conjoined twins and all sights horrifying to the general public of the late 19th century.
And in one tent, shoddily constructed and guarded by a red-faced barker charging a nickel a head, sits what's being billed as the Crustaceous Man.
And inside sits an ill-tempered cursed Captain, waiting out this irritating turn of events in sour silence]
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Feel better?
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No.
[He turns his back to her, scowling at nothing at all]
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[ She turns to leave, picking splinters out of her hair. She's poked the bear enough for today. ]
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Off with you, girl. You'll see me on the Barge, and not before.