<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">(http://[floatright]http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg[/floatright]) The smell of The Carnies Quarters was definitely a unique one. Call him crazy, but this particular area a road away from his set up absolutely reeked. Stale cigarettes, stale booze, stale sex and stale food. He didn't like to loiter around here for too long, to mingle with the talent. But, being The Ring Master this was essential to some degree, so he persevered with a 'good mood' grin plastered on his face when he crossed paths with other talent. To his left, he could see Louie's shadow in the yellow square of light serving as his window, jumping rope. To his right, Sandra was smoking outside her trailer, daring to meet eyes with Garrick for only a second or two before dancing her vision away from him. She sucked on the long white cigarette between nude and un-made up lips and turned her body away. The dancers tended to dislike Garrick.. he never gave them a reason not too. Who would have thought some of them weren't adverse to knife play or a little flogging every now and then.<br/><br/><br/>He could hear music.. Heart. Not Barracuda, thank <em>god</em>. It lead him to the place he had meant to go, and this was to see darling Harley (Alice), make sure the girl was in good hands and ultimately ready to be twisted into a damn pretzel at his rule. He thought he could be more excited, if his biology were to work that way. Alice was a very hard working girl. She had also entertained in The Parc, and if it was one way to really make it here.. really stay alive, without a hitch, it was to make yourself useful, obey and shut your damn mouth and for christ sake <em>smile</em>. <br/><br/> The glittering red of his tail coat sailed down the lot, narrowly being avoided by a swarm of roustabouts, heading for the back portion of The Carnies Quarters. They slept in separate bunks, on the maintenance grounds.. really, it was a glorified warehouse more then anything. The rousties tended to avoid Garrick like the plague, and good on them, They would hate to get involved with the party he was throwing. Alice might have.. she was a little funny that way. The Ring Master whistled as he approached the girls trailer. He took a moment to really get the feel of the air.. she was in a good mood. Unproductive to his cause, but there would be plenty of room for things of that ilk later on, in The Afficheur. Garrick started with a knock.. real slow like. One.. two.. three. He stood at her door step, looking over his stance. He leaned on the cloven foot cane with one hand, Placed a curled fist on his trim waist and crossed one long leg obscured by thick vertical stripes over the other. He tipped his hat to cover his ivy eyes and put on the biggest, whitest, celebrity smile he could possibly manage to greet the twisted little clown under the lamps of The Carnies Quarters. <br/><br/> <br/><br/><br/><br/></span></span>