[ Why does it seem like only weeks ago Frankie’s life went from relatively normal to absolutely batshit? The only thing she had to worry about before then was getting her period on time and then those mysterious stigmata came into the picture. Once the wounds had healed she thought that she would get some semblance of a normal life back, but right now she knows that she’s not in Detroit. This isn’t downtown and this isn’t their kind of weather. Frankie squints, trying to shield her eyes from the dust, but some manages to blow past her lashes causing her to blink furiously.
The moment she becomes aware that jumping on a trailer is an option, she runs as fast as she can and hops aboard one, helping as many people as she can to follow suit before sitting down on the floor of the vehicle, shaking dirt out of her hair and clothing. It’s glaringly obvious that she’s a fish out of water the moment she sees the driver of the trailer dressed in Depression Era denim overalls with a bandana tied around his neck. No, this definitely isn’t home. She tries not to stare too hard or too long.
Frankie turns to someone she helped hop on the trailer and smiles warmly. ]
Almost winding up as dog food kind of puts everything in perspective, huh?
Welcome To The New World Order
Does it upset Frankie that she’s not part of a show? Only a little bit. Being a Carnival Barker is the next best thing to actually performing. If there’s one thing Frankie is good at, it’s talking and, by association, shouting. She might be homesick already, but she’s also really excited about her new gig, even if it doesn’t involve cutting hair.
She walks around the carnival grounds with a big smile on her face, making grand gestures to the banners outside each tent. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention to the big ring! Hiiiiigh above us, the greatest tightrope walkers in the world will face their doom crossing from one side of the tent to the other without a net!
Frankie Paige | Stigmata | Barker
[ Why does it seem like only weeks ago Frankie’s life went from relatively normal to absolutely batshit? The only thing she had to worry about before then was getting her period on time and then those mysterious stigmata came into the picture. Once the wounds had healed she thought that she would get some semblance of a normal life back, but right now she knows that she’s not in Detroit. This isn’t downtown and this isn’t their kind of weather. Frankie squints, trying to shield her eyes from the dust, but some manages to blow past her lashes causing her to blink furiously.
The moment she becomes aware that jumping on a trailer is an option, she runs as fast as she can and hops aboard one, helping as many people as she can to follow suit before sitting down on the floor of the vehicle, shaking dirt out of her hair and clothing. It’s glaringly obvious that she’s a fish out of water the moment she sees the driver of the trailer dressed in Depression Era denim overalls with a bandana tied around his neck. No, this definitely isn’t home. She tries not to stare too hard or too long.
Frankie turns to someone she helped hop on the trailer and smiles warmly. ]
Almost winding up as dog food kind of puts everything in perspective, huh?
Welcome To The New World Order
Does it upset Frankie that she’s not part of a show? Only a little bit. Being a Carnival Barker is the next best thing to actually performing. If there’s one thing Frankie is good at, it’s talking and, by association, shouting. She might be homesick already, but she’s also really excited about her new gig, even if it doesn’t involve cutting hair.
She walks around the carnival grounds with a big smile on her face, making grand gestures to the banners outside each tent. ]
Ladies and gentlemen, turn your attention to the big ring! Hiiiiigh above us, the greatest tightrope walkers in the world will face their doom crossing from one side of the tent to the other without a net!
[ Frankie spins around and laughs to herself. ]