There is a set-em-up and take-em-down amusement fair (like the one in North Dekalb mall parking lot). It will be up for a week.
At 2:30 in the afternoon a small fire breaks-out in the top right hand corner of the abandon warehouse. The fire truck comes, parks in the alley between the warehouse and the bar. Stays for about two hours. Water runs down the sidewalk, around the street.
There is a fly-by-night carnival which is set-up behind the run-down five and dime, library and the theater. It has a ferris wheel, bumper cars, haunted house, various cheap rides and attractions in a rather small parking lot space. There is also a fortune telling booth. It remains for two weeks. Every other day, it rains. There are no animals that travel with this tawdry side show, only a couple of trailers that may or may not be filled with freaks and oddities. The managing director of this dismissal excuse of a nostalgic past is Mr. Raymond.
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I ain't seen you 'round here, before, miss, and I saw all kinds of people. You're gonna see some things if you stay here, miss. I suggest you go elsewhere if you've got an elsewhere to go. Every alleyway's a shortcut to some earthly Hell.
ReplyDelete*Yawn* Well that was a good night's sleep. There was a bit of ruckus going on outside though, like they were constructing something behind some building-like structure. Gave me the worst headache, that it did. Hmm curious, my Red Crested Bat potion bottle is empty...wonder what happened to it. Come to think of it, I don't remember anything after walking in from the rain.. ahh well, I'll investigate that later.
ReplyDeleteI still need to find a job though, so I'll head out as soon as I check Lt. Statone's updates on what to avoid. His posts have been so helpful. One of his previous, and perhaps most helpful posts was "Don't eat the chicken." I did just that and nothing happened! I feel bad for those blokes who ate the chicken though. They have no idea what that could do to them...not even I know actually, but who am I to question such authority? He is a lieutenant after all. Anyway, Lt. Statone is pretty much the epitome of safety precautions. Once you read about what's safe and not safe, it'll blow your mind! He's like an effing mind grenade!!! Awesomeness aside I have to check his website every day. And believe me if you think that's extreme or obsessive, it isn't.
I have a friend named Neb Theblam, completely obsessed with Macs and various other Apple products. We went to high school together and he would always have his computer out. This led to the belief that he was a studious person, always taking notes. He wasn't. Every chance he got, he was on MacRumors.com. But I digress, he's not important. He doesn't even have a blog character.
I began my quest though, deciding at the last minute to focus on losing weight rather than getting a job. Taking a jog on streets with popular food places seemed like a good idea. Along my jog, I noticed two people eating lunch while having a conversation. Although from my point of view the conversation seemed one-sided. One was blathering away while the other was eating up a storm. An odd bunch indeed. My next stop led me to the famous Jorri Rae's. I noticed a girl eating a waffle. I took a closer look...and determined she was eating a freshly baked waffle. Well, time to move on!
Ah I just realized the large structure protruding from behind a large building. It looks like a carnival, but nothing is lit or running. Guess it's a night carnival.
THE SET EM UP CARNIVAL
ReplyDeleteI can't quite understand why someone would set up a carnival in this rundown town, especially with this type of weather. I am inside of the laundromat and still have to wear some type of sweater of jacket.
This weather is soooo freaking annoying. I don't understand why my dad would live here. He is from the islands where its always hot and complains anytime the weather gets below 70. Now why in the world would he want to be here. There hasn't been a nice day yet. Why am I here.
OMG!!! Sirens. What the hell happened. I hope its nothing too serious. I walk outside to see where the fire truck is going. OH WOW. That old abandon warehouse caught on fire. I look at my watch. It is only 2:33. In the afternoon. Now what could have possibly happened up there this early in the day. Maybe some idiot went up to get high and fell asleep and it caught on fire. Oh well. I could care less. Not my problem.
I go back inside the laundromat, and realize that no one is going to come in to wash clothes, so I decide to close up. These people are so frickin nasty. Nobody washes clothes and I know they don't have any washer machines of their own in this broke down ruins they call a town.
As I walk out the laundromat, someone bumps into me. I've never seen this person before, but they seem lonely. He walks pass me and heads towards the carnival. I don't know what he is going to do there, but I am curious. So I head towards the carnival also. As I walk over, I see him head towards the ferris wheel. Someone near yells for him and I find out his name is Shayn. Cool...
I continue to walk around and view people since I don't want to feel like a stalker. I pass by the stand where you throw balls at a set up of bottles and see this army looking man trucking balls like its nothing. And all the while he is yelling commands like he is about to go to war. I get close enough to see his name is Lt. Rocco Stone. Before I realize it, he is staring me straight in the eye as if he knows me.
That's when it hits me...One of the guys my dad encountered here was never given a name. Just initials. LT. R.S. is this guy. And he must be staring because I look so much like my dad.
Hold one hot minute. Why is it that my dad only had encounters with guys. The few women were given names and the guys weren't... Could he have possibly been...
I turn quickly and walk far away and decide I need to find out why he died and what he was here for.