Taking care of Business (open)

[JENSEN JOYCE DIARDO]

It was a good day for the circus, she decided as she peered up at the sunny sky. There were a few wispy clouds that the brief breeze blew up and Jensen was certain that the breeze would keep the grounds relatively cool in the coming heat. That would be good for some of the heavier furred animals that were currently starting to wake up, it wasn't early in the morning, but it was early enough that some of the late sleepers were starting to get up. She passed by the horse pen, watching as a few of them kicked up thier heels, thier morning jitterness accounted to the fresh air. She wasn't sure if Tango was going to behave today during practice, the damn male always liked to give her and his riders trouble when a day starts out fresh. She waved at one of the workers who was bringing grain in and continued on.

Her long strides were purposeful as she headed to the lion's make-shift habitat. JJ, one of the lions that had been brought in when she first started, had been discovered coughing late last night and Jensen was going to check on him. The lion had been having issues with his lungs lately and Jensen was worried. She had called the local vet a few days ago, and the vet had suggested anti-biotics, something Jensen was already giving him. She had been taking care of animals long enough to know how to REALLY take care of them. She approached the lion's den carefully, she didn't want to surprise a sick JJ and when a rumbling purr greeted her she grinned. "Hey JJ, how you feeling this morning" The large lion pressed himself up against the barrier that kept the two beings apart and Jensen raised a delicate hand to scratch at him as he rubbed by.

His fur was rough and she twisted her fingers in his mane to scratch behind his ear, his purrs rumbling in her chest. She laughed as he yawned, showing off his pearly whites before settling against the barrier, enjoying her attention. She didn't hear much weazing, which was good. She waved at another worker who was feeding the lions this morning, causing JJ to get up and lumber off to where the thick red meat lay in the metal pan. She turned around to survey what was happening and was pleased at how each and every animal was being taken care of properly. Her job was being done and she could feel the satisfaction well up in her.

[LACIE ANNE BELROSE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MAYBE I LIKE THIS ROLLERCOASTER, MAYBE IT KEEPS ME HIGH. WORDS: 700+ TAGGED FOR: jensen/jen OUTFIT: here NOTES hope this is ok! =D She wasn't used to waking up so early, but the noise of maintenance staff outside her train car was growing steadily louder so that sleep was made a near impossibility. A large percentage of the others, including her friends Johnny and Felix, stuck to a nearby hotel during nights when the circus wasn't on the road. But Lacie Belrose had spent a significant amount of her childhood living the supposed 'high-life' in those sorts of upscale places, that she much preferred bunking in the train. It was a bit muggy, perhaps. Like perpetual summer as she lay stretched out on her mat in a thin tanktop and a pair of loose, floral print shorts. She blinked, glancing up to the metallic ceiling as a ray of cheerful sunlight filtered in. The workers were still yammering on outside, shouting instructions to one another without any consideration for the night owls who weren't too fond of early morning disruptions. Whatever. It wasn't going to do her any good just lying her, her mind completely awake. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Slowly, Lacie peeled herself away from her bunk, and threw on a large zip-up hoodie and a pair of scuffed flip-flops. The sort of thing she used to change into before running, late, to her college courses last fall. She didn't have rehearsals with the girls until five tonight, so there was plenty of time for flitting about and soaking in the sights. Maybe even honing her skills as a draftsman, which she hadn't done in quite a while. "Heh, why not?" Lacie croaked aloud to nobody but herself as she quickly fished her drawing things out from underneath her bunk. Fighting a slight smile at her own lack of polish this morning, Lacie stepped out of the empty train car into a world positively bustling with activity. The workers really played an integral role in the life of this crazy machine, Lacie couldn't help thinking as she swerved around the maintenance men and glided along a worn path towards the main tents. It was odd just how much nature existed beyond the concrete walls of New York. Trees growing all of their own accord. Birds whose lives which much more multifaceted than the mundane squabbles of pigeons. She could see the city glinting back at her over the horizon as though begging her to remember where she'd come from. In a way, both of these worlds were her home. The gritty consumer's paradise, and the rustic funhouse which somehow retained its own brand of elegance. She started to hum a little bit as she walked [the Beatles' come together], completely forgetting her aversion to early mornings as she kicked up dust with her flip-flops. Unlike many of the burlesque clan, Lacie wasn't particularly hyper-feminine in her mannerisms outside of the show. She walked with a steady lope and she had a confidence about her which wasn't trying to impress a single soul. After circling the big top, she made the sudden decision to swing into the menagerie for a spell. Animals were fun to draw, and she couldn't even remember the last time she'd sketched one from life. What better time than now, when the place would be entirely void of curious spectators? The snap of her sandals immediately took to echoing around the spacious tent, and Lacie peered around slowly as though debating which creature to approach first. It was then she spotted Jensen, the head animal trainer standing some few feet away, and decided she ought to get the a-ok from the other woman before she went off to crouch over one of the animals, pencil scratching away. "Hey, Morning Jen!" she exclaimed, sliding over with a grin on her face and her sketchbook held loosely at her side, "Mind if I draw some of your babies for a few? I could hardly sleep over at the train and thought I'd get some practice in." created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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