Snippet #2182226

Ester heard a familiar voice behind her as she entered the tent and turned around to find Mark. "Lo, Ester. Did I miss anything?" He sounded a bit drunk, though she doubted her was. A bit too innocent for that, not to mention there was no way any of the mutants would find a drink. She'd tried to get one once, it ended with at least twelve whippings when they'd found the dead soldier in her dressing room. That giggle water isn't worth the pain she had to endure that night. No, Mark had the sort of carefree, laidback personality that his mouth was going slack on him.

"Hey baby, didn't miss much. A young sap took some kids money, and I had him leave." She looked behind him when se saw two flying objects come hurtling in behind him and stopping merely a meter or two from his head. They were two boards, not too cleanly cut. They actually looked like one board. She looked back at Mark and saw a bit of dust in his untamed hair and on his shoulders. His clothes were a bit ruffled, yet they always were so that was nothing too new. Examining his face she said. "What did I miss? Did somebody take a bit of a fall earlier?" Did he have any bruises?

She felt a bit overprotective when she found herself worrying but couldn't help it. It was almost like her job to look after the others. Especially Mark, since he was the only other psychic around. Not to mention his tendency to trust everybody too much. She wanted to make sure he was okay but was knew that if she got too close he would throw a fit. There would be no way she could touch him. He liked her enough to get decently close to her, but she knew better than to close the distance between them too much. Even though she wished she could leave this all behind she somehow found herself caring too much about it and everybody in it.

She dreamt of leaving here, this torture circus, but every time she got to the part where she escaped the dream would always change back to the circus, to the people she would leave. Mark was one of those faces. She didn't know what would happen if she left. Would he be okay without her? She would never know but it got somebody wondering how much a person is wanted. The others would probably get along fine without her, the people here were strong. Even Mark would probably make it without her. Sure he might make a few trusting mistakes but in the longrun he would make it.

There was no point in even trying to leave anyways, the thoughts she was thinking only brought uneeded questions that would darken her mood, although that wasn't that great already. Oh well, best not to make matters worse. Maybe she could smile today. It was doubtful, but maybe a real smile would emerge today. After all, how long can a person go without even the hint of an actual smile?