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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 2, 2014 22:27:44 GMT
The tent was small and, well, stereotypical. It was dark, the only real light provided was from the few candles scattered about casting shadows on the plethora of macabre knick-knacks. Between those, the small, ornate desk and her, there was only really room for one more and even then it was a pretty tight squeeze.
She sat expectantly, gray-painted hands resting one over the other on the desk. Decked in an ornate, dark red costume, she blended in perfectly to her dark tent and the only real thing that popped out was the bright yellow-stained horns that twisted on top of her mass of black, knotted and frizzy hair.
Truthfully, she wasn't really aware of the time, how long had it been since they opened? How many people had came and left the little red tent? Ignacia had lost count but the girl really didn't mind waiting. It gave her time to think, time to meditate and dream.
So she waited.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 9, 2014 6:05:42 GMT
He opened the curtains with a flourish. At least he thought he'd played it off like that, as he untangled his arms from the cloth, squinting into the dark as he shoved aside swinging bead curtains and zeroed in on his target.
"You." He closed the distance in a few long, clumsy strides, slammed his palms flat on the table and leaned down, into her face. "Little. Bitch."
Iggie had it all worked out, he'd done the math, borrow here, bet there, take the winnings and get the debt collectors off his back. It had been the perfect plan. (He'd been a little out of it when he'd made it).
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 9, 2014 8:21:26 GMT
Oh? Ignacia cocked her head, stifling a giggle as she watched Ignacio stumble in. She had a feeling he'd be back...
She seemed taken aback, however, when he slammed his hands against the table, causing her baubles to shake a little and herself to flinch back in confusion. Anger seemed to be radiating from the man but at least he wasn't still under the influence...or at least he didn't quite seem like it...hopefully.
She stared at him, hands still laid politely on the desk as she blinked with widened, sympathetic eyes.
"Did it not work out?"
She thought she warned him about making decisions that weren't truly his own...and that predictions of such...specific natures would possibly not quite work out the way intended.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 12, 2014 4:31:52 GMT
She flinched, but a moment later she was back to her sedate calm and it was infuriating. "No." He snarled, chest heaving as he stared back at her, fingers twitching like he was itching to hit her.
There was a lot to say about Iggie, but he wouldn't hit a girl. Instead, he gave her a venomous glare and straightened, running a hand through his hair restlessly, and finally settling on knocking a few trinkets off her table out of frustration. He raised a brow at her expectantly, not quite sure what he even wanted. Unless she could get him all that money back.
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 12, 2014 4:52:42 GMT
Oh dear, he really was upset wasn't he...Ignacia shook her head a little, tutting once or thrice. She'd seen this before, alas Ignatius wasn't the first to fall for the claws of wealth and exes. It reminded her she had to-ohp? The man had knocked a few of her baubles to the ground. "Hey!" she quickly dropped to the floor in order to pick the things up reaching under the table to get the one thing near Ignacio's feet. She hugged them close as she got back up on her seat, hair a bit frizzier. Thank god nothing broke... "Ignatius! I know you're upset but you mustn't let your wrath control you like that! Maybe instead think about what good might have come from this? Maybe any lessons learned...?"IGGIE VAN ALLANooc: she usually asks for the full name while doing fortunes if she wouldn't have gotten it i can change dat to iggie tho
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 12, 2014 5:18:00 GMT
He just watched as she picked up her trinkets - they all looked cheap and tacky to him. But then again, so did everything, in his anger.
"Good?" He repeated with narrowed eyes. There was no good here. He was broke getting broker (and more frequently hounded by debt collectors). "Don't call me that." He added.
Truthfully, his memory of what had happened in the tent that night was vague. He had been drunk. Maybe a little high. What else would have possessed him to ask a fortune teller for financial advice?
"Lessons? Yeah, don't trust gypsies."
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nah thats cool, everyone should use and/or make fun of his name. its ignatius though
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 12, 2014 5:56:49 GMT
"Don't call me that." She growled. "It's a slur."She hated to be judgmental, this man needed help, but really? "Maybe you learned not to succumb to influential toxins?" she asked, referring to the drunken stupor the man seemed to be in as she cautiously began to put trinkets back on the table. He needed help, she would help, no matter how aggravating he currently was. "You're body and mind is a gift, a temple, a mission. alcohol deteriorates all three and makes a mockery of those who gave it to you."She lightly shifted one of the trinkets to her liking before crossing her arms and looking at the man expectantly. Why did he even need the money anyway? Seemed well off to her. IGGIE VAN ALLANwow whoops imma idiot omg orz
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 13, 2014 1:37:24 GMT
He rolled his eyes - that was the point, and his vocabulary had plenty worse things to call her.
When she went on, he quirked a brow, arms crossed as he glowered down at her in disbelief. That she had the nerve to lecture him. After she had ruined everything. Well, maybe some of the blame lay with Iggie, but she hadn't exactly helped anything."Are you gonna charge me for that bit of bullshit advice too?" Like hell he was going to listen to her - especially if she was trying to tell him to stop drinking. God himself could float down from the heavens to tell him to stop drinking, and Iggie would flip Him off and down a can of beer.
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 13, 2014 4:39:25 GMT
The last time she thought she couldn't get through to him because he was drunk but this was clearly not the case. She let out an exasperated sigh, meeting his glare. "No, but you certainly could use it."Ignatius was a stubborn name, she shouldn't have been surprised, but it was just so frustrating. Why couldn't she just get it through that thick skull of his? But no matter, she still had a job to do and unfortunately "damage control" was literally in the circus' job description. "So what can I help you with today?" IGGIE VAN ALLAN
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 20, 2014 0:48:16 GMT
Iggie looked back down at all the shit on the table and had a fleeting thought of just kicking the damn thing over. His leg twitched a little, sneaker scuffing the ground, and he just bit the inside of his cheek and looked back up at her.
"Yeah, well, actually," He began, breaking into a sudden smile, unnerving in its charm. "Lend me some cash?"
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 20, 2014 2:12:25 GMT
She saw him look down at her things and got ready to pull the most valuable goods to safety should Ignatius decide to have another panic attack.
But he smiled, and she relaxed a little bit, mentally scolding herself for being so quick to judge.
"Lend me some cash?"
Well she already knew that was what he wanted. Why else would he have asked her for the race fortunes? "Greed is a dangerous thing Ignatius" she warned with a sigh and disappointed shake of her head.
But...maybe he had a valid reason? Should she refuse a legitimate call for help, the wrongdoing could easily be placed on her. She bit her lip and looked downwards at her crystal ball. She did go through with that fortune, after all, even though she had a feeling it wouldn't work.
"Why do you need it?" The girl looked back up at Ignatius, with an expecting expression.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Mar 25, 2014 3:22:04 GMT
She seemed to tense when he looked to her, surveying all the crap on her table with a sort of disdain. They all looked cheap and worthless to him. He couldn't believe he was asking a carnie for money. Then again he was in hardly any position to judge, mooching off family while trying to dig himself out of debt.
He huffed. Greed. Really the money wasn't as big a deal any more - he was more concerned with getting the collectors off his back. "Iggie." He corrected sharply, hands balling into fists at his sides. His mother was the only person who called him that insistently.
"Rent. Food. Necessities of life." Iggie was no genius, but he was sober enough to know 'debts and beer' would put her off from lending anything.
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Mar 25, 2014 4:36:52 GMT
She thought a bit about Ignatius' answer, half wondering whether it was sufficient, half wondering why he was so insistent on denying such a beautiful name, true choosing ones own name had some validity in it, she tried to be respectful to those who chose that, but Ignatius? it was such an important name; honestly Ignacia couldn't really understand why...
She was going on a tangent. The girl sighed before standing up and walking to grab a small, ornate box from a clutter of things in the back. She sat down, opening the box to grab an equally ornate, red purse. She knew what it was like living off the grid, without a steady flow of funds, to this day she didn't have a bank account or licence. Most of what she owned was in that purse or scattered about her tent and trailer, hidden for safe keeping.
She bit her lip as she thought about how much she could afford to give, she had saved up a fair amount over the years but payday was still a ways away and she still had her donations to do. How much did he even lose because of her?
She finally pulled out a small pile of bills, about $700, not much but at least he could buy some food, the man looked like he was skin and bones! "Sorry I can't give much more," she said "but if you need a job I'm sure I can talk to the ring leader!"
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hey did u know some1 wrote gullible on the ceiling?
sorry its kinda shitty what even is english
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Apr 6, 2014 3:56:02 GMT
Iggie stood tense and waiting, while she seemed to consider it, at least. When she stood up and started pulling out bills, he was relieved, though not necessarily surprised - he had a talent for getting people to lend him money. He probably looked like he needed it. He didn't care much if it was from pity or not, he'd take it.
He walked over as soon as he heard the crinkle of money, quirking a brow and watching her count it out while he did the same. His fingers drummed lightly and restlessly against his sides now, while he bit back anything that would change her mind about this.
The scoff he let out, he couldn't help. Even if he was looking for a job, the circus would be the last fucking place he'd look for one. He'd end up shoveling elephant shit or something, surrounded by everyone who seemed to be batshit insane. She was clearly out of her fucking mind for giving him money at all, but he wouldn't complain.
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Post by IGNACIA DEL ÀNGEL on Apr 27, 2014 7:14:55 GMT
He seemed impatient, Ignacia sighed as she finished counting and handed him the wad of cash. It was so sad, seeing how dependent people could be on paper and bills, even she really. That was why she was here in the end, couldn't live off the streets forever.
At least she was doing something with what she earned, at least she still lived simply, still gave what she had leftover. It wasn't quite where she'd dreamed she would be all those years ago but it was somewhere, no?
Still, she felt hurt when she heard his scoff. The people she met at the circus were nice and she liked to think what she did was valid. Sure, when asked to identify the winning horse in a race she wasn't the most accurate but personal direction? empathy? She could do that.
"Well," she said, "either way, please take care!"
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