Snippet #2192920

Even under the curtain of darkness words still continued to pierce through and interrupt his vain attempt at peace. Some spoke in disgust, others in excitement, but both were the same to him. There was no such thing as a good crowd, especially when they were gathered in close proximity, their numbers creating a hullabaloo and a certain stench. His wings twitched as the uncomfortable feeling of being watched grew. He continued tell himself to not let it bother him, yet their eyes still got under his skin, making him feel squeamish and anxious. When Ezekiel felt the slight vibrations move throughout his cage, he couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer.

The boy's eyelids rose open, his olive colored eyes being met with the sight of the culprit behind the shaking - a thin girl who was clutching onto the bars that separated them. Startled, he shot backwards to put a greater amount of distance between him and the stranger. His wings folded shut and his arms were used to support himself, both being behind him now with his palms pressing against the floor of the trailer. The scrambling motion had forsaken him into reacting in a rather embarrassing manner. His eyes were wide and eyebrows were arched in a manner that was astonished and hostile. Overall he felt rather silly.

He could feel his skin grow hot, he was acting too balled up and stupid. In an attempt to regain his composure he sat back up straight and crossed his arms in front of him, relaxing his expression until it reverted into a minor gaze of aggression. His wings even spread back out, relying too much on his instinct to make himself appear bigger to compensate for his situation of being used for entertainment. He could be perturbed about that later.

"What're you looking at, doll?" Ezekiel made and effort to sound unaffected by her presence, he tried to keep his voice flat, but a bit rough. Like how the gangsters sounded, they really liked coming around here with their molls. In his mind he may have succeeded, but in reality his voice sounded more awkward and strained. The people passing by sent them glances albeit, made no attempt to come closer, most of them were heading towards the performance tent instead. He couldn't be more grateful for that, maybe this dumb dora over here was just an interested, and would leave him be after she realized that it would be funner to watch a girl charm deadly snakes or another read the minds of the audience. Absolutely chilling, much better than standing in front of a winged adolescent, she should hurry and beat it before she misses the good stuff.

Despite his attempt to appear calm and in control, his body was still far from being relaxed. It was unnerving to have someone so close to him and it didn't help that he couldn't exactly scram out of here whenever he wanted. "Well?" He leaned towards the curly haired girl, rearranging his arms so his chin was resting on his fist, the other appendage lying across his lap. "Is there nobody home in there?" Ezekiel exhaled loudly, his cheeks briefly puffing up in the process.

Maybe if he was lucky this one was a bit different from the others, and by that he meant that perhaps she was carrying cigarettes and would give him one, like how a child would throw peanuts at the circus animals. Unless she wanted something in return, then he could exchange nicotine for information, nosy people always seemed to be thirsty enough for that. "Butt me or dry up."