I use to design for gods!

I never look back darling, it distracts from the now

[arewegoodguys]

“Don’t worry about it.” He shrugged it off easily. He never expected people to remember him, much less his name. “Name’s Little John, John, whatever you prefer. People call me a lot of things,” he laughed slightly. “Not all of them good.”

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“Little John” Edna smirked, catching the irony of the name. “Is that because you were a particularly small child or because it’s funny to call the largest man in the room little?” He seemed nice enough. “I’ve had my share of vicious names, more often then not in magazines for all the world to see” 

[labyrinthsking]

Hah. No. Don’t you know I never do things against my will? I was, however, lied to about the fact I would have to deal with other people in such close proximity for days on end.

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Oh dear, well it turns out that’s the case. So I’d suggest you either get use to it or try to find another job

[labyrinthsking]

So I’m told. What is wrong with all you all? Don’t you have better things to do with your time than sandwich together? Do you know this before you join? Is this something you agree to?

[pull--yourself-together-blog]

And you were brought here against your will? 

[laboomeria]

[labyrinthsking]

Hard to believe it only takes two hours to get here from England— but if the train ride were any longer I would have gladly jumped out the window.

[pull--yourself-together-blog]

I’d suggest you get use to it because we can be on the train for a lot longer then two hours 

[arewegoodguys]

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he didn’t know who she was— he was hardly one to keep up on fashion or costumes. He still shook her hand warmly though, smiling. “Honoured to meet you, Miss Mode. The costumes you make for the Carnival are great.”

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“I know” Edna smirked at his complement to her. “This is the part where you tell me your name because I am not a good person and don’t remember the names of all the strongmen off the top of my head” She admitted with a smile to try to show him it was no reflection on him, just the fact that there were so many costumes she had to make and didn’t have the time to memorize names.

[arewegoodguys]

He gave a sheepish nod, rubbing the back of his head. He may be the head strongman but it wasn’t really something he flaunted— he got enough attention as it was for his height, he didn’t want it for his strength or supposed status either. “Yeah, I’m a strongman. The only other guy here around my size is Mor’du. Leroy’s a strongman too but he’s not quite as big as either of us.” He laughed slightly. “So depending on how many costumes you’ve made for the strongmen in total, they could have very well all been for me.”

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“Always nice to be a face to the people I’m designing for” Edna smiled. “Edna Mode, but you probably already knew that” She held out her hand to him for a handshake, her confidence oozing out. John may not flaunt his status at the Carnival, but Edna was not one to hold back, she expected everyone to already know who she was or at the very least, that a famous designer was the one producing the beautiful costumes they got to wear every night. 

[dark-arrows]

no one left

[dark-arrows]

“leave.” Merida muttered, turning away a little. “I have no skills for the outside world. And here it was safe, here she could give Angus all the food and care he needed, here he was safe, here no one would find her or drag her back to Scotland. It didn’t feel like home but it still felt safe. “how would I make it feel like home?” she asked, a bit curiuos if the sass mouth had anything to back up her words. 

In truth Merida adored the woman, even more so since the last time they had talked, Merida had gotten an amazing new costume out of it. But it was a bit annoying, not even being allowed to cry about missing him…

[pull--yourself-together-blog]

“You make new friends, realize the ones you still have” Edna shrugged. She herself had never been much of a people person, not making deep lasting relationships with anyone. There wasn’t a reason for it, she just didn’t, but she understand that other people did and to others it was important. “You can cry about it now, but there will be no crying and moping around for a long time because that is pointless, nothing gets better by crying” Edna said and sat down next to Merida. 

“But I do understand a little crying now” She said softly, wanting to make sure that Merida didn’t think she was completely disregarding her emotions. “Tears are good for you anyways, they release toxins from your body, so if anything you are doing yourself a favor” 

[stealingeveryonesright-shoe]

He jerked his hand back, laughing obnoxiously. “Then I’ll be a cyclops and how cool would that be? Though I’d need to know your name before that happened, because no one will believe me if I say Nobody did it.” 

He cocked his head at her. “You can listen to music and people at once? Amazing, you’re like a multi tasking wizard, on a whole other plane than the rest of us. Me? Nah, oh wait,” he took his shirt off and tore the sleeve and then handed it to her. “Yeah, this.”

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“No, a cyclops has one eye in the middle of his head” Edna said not missing a beat. “You’d be a pirate, if you got an eyepatch” She smirked. “Wouldn’t that make it more fun for me to not tell you my name? Because then I could get away with it, unless that was your sly way of getting my name” 

Edna laughed. “Ya, because it’s so hard to listen to music, people and sew at the same time I should win an award for this” Edna took out her other headphone and paused the music, it was rude to have headphones in while talking with someone. Although she didn’t think this kid would care. “Oh wow, thanks” Edna said sarcastically after being handed the shirt. 

[dark-arrows]

no one left

merida didn’t know what to think or feel. Tramp had told her this day would come, but she never really expected it to happen after 5 years of friendship. Tramp was gone, and he either wasn’t coming back for a long while, or he wasn’t coming back at all. Merida was just lost, she cleaned stalls and shot arrows without any joy and everything just seemed a little less dull knowing Tramp wouldn’t be there for her during nightmares ,or to show her something silly, or for her to get him out of trouble.

And so thats where she sat, at the back of the train looking out towards the city, the tears on her cheeks and her eyes vacant until she heard footsteps and quickly wiped her eyes. Muttering. “sorry… sorry just.. the carnival doesn’t feel like home now… “ she didn’t know why she was saying this to who ever rounded that corner, but it had to be said outloud, the past few days had been killing her…

[pull--yourself-together-blog]

Edna was not your typical comforter. She lived by the idea “keep moving forward” and so that was always her advice to others. Somehow, sometimes she got through to people, even if she had to whack them on the head with a newspaper. Edna was walking through the train, shuffling through patterns when she heard someone crying. Must to curious to leave that be, she followed the sound towards the back of the train to find a ginger. 

“So leave” Edna said simply with a shrug. “It doesn’t feel like home? Why stay? Go find a new home, don’t sit around and cry out it. Or you find a new way to make this home again. It’s very simple really” Edna explained. “You take your situation that you don’t like and you fix it, there is no point to sit around crying about the past. You can do that for a little bit, that is ok, but then you pull yourself together, get up and fix your situation” 

[lilahpayne-deactivated20180404]

The brunette blinked a few times before shaking her head. She hadn’t even realized that she had been starring for so long. Color crept up her neck and settled on her cheeks. “Oh, no. I’m sorry.” she replied with a nervous chuckle. “Your knitting had caught my eye and I guess I zoned out a bit.” Wendy explained. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

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“Sewing” Edna snapped. “I am not grandma, I am not knitting, I am sewing” She had no reason to be rude towards this girl, but she couldn’t help it, she’d been cooped up for far to long and needed out. 

[stealingeveryonesright-shoe]

"And you would be doiiiiiiing, what exactly?" Leroy asked, flopping himself down near her. Not that he was completely and utterly interested in what she was doing, but more than he had nothing else to do but to talk because he couldn’t exactly cause as many problems as he would like without a mob being released on him and while he would like to experience that at least once in his life, today did not feel like that day. "Tearing clothes apart and sticking them back together. Okay, well, that’s kinda cool, I guess." She was wearing headphones though and was probably ignoring him and he didn’t give one shit that he was being obnoxious, he pulled one from her ear. "Are you even listening?"

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Edna looked up at the boy who had just flopped himself down next to her, but didn’t reply, until he pulled an earbud out of her ear. “Hey!” She said and slapped his hand with the hand she held the needle, narrowly missing pricking him. “I’ll poke it in your eye!” She hissed jabbing the needle at him, but her hard expression didn’t last long and turned into a little smirk. She knew boys like him, annoying, self-focused, purposely trying to rub everyone the wrong way. “I was listening and yes, basically” Edna shrugged, not feeling to need to explain there had been no tearing clothing apart. “Why? You have something you need sewed back up?”

[lilahpayne-deactivated20180404]

Wendy had found it quite difficult to be sequestered in the dinning car for so long. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she had one of her notebooks with her but even that was stuck next to her bed. Towards the beginning, she thought about asking if a security member could retrieve it for her but she quickly decided that was not a good idea. Therefore, she had nothing to do but sit and stare at the wall across from her. Occasionally she’d talk to a friend or an acquaintance but most of the time she was left alone to her own thoughts. It had really been quite productive and she had come up with a number of story ideas but it was almost pointless since she had no where to write them down. The brunette was worried that she’d forget them all by the time everyone was released. She was just beginning to doze off when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. The woman next to her appeared to be knitting. Pursing her lips, she began to watch, almost transfixed by the movements.

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Edna could tell someone was watching her. For a moment she just let the girl continue to watch, be it that she didn’t really care or not wanting to break the momentum of her pointless action. After a moment though it did feel odd, Edna hated people watching over her shoulder, even if she wasn’t even really working or doing something that meant anything. She pulled an earbud out of her ear and looked over at the girl. “Do you need something?” Edna asked a little harshly, looking at the girl with a blank expression. 

[arewegoodguys]

"You carry sewing supplies on you?" he asked, before thinking about it a moment and thinking about the four years he’d been there. "Wait, I’ve seen you before. You do costuming here, don’t you?"

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Edna nodded. “I do” She gave him a look over but couldn’t place his face, his size though that was familiar, she’d only made a few things, that large. “You a strong man?” She asked, glancing back down to her meaningly sewing. “Only a few people around here with that size that I’ve had to make things for, unless they were all for you” Edna laughed. 

[arewegoodguys]

People were occupying themselves with their own things now. Talk had mostly died down as people grew tired of each other and wanted their own space. John, unfortunately, had no way to occupy himself. When he was alone, he read, researched, or scribbled down a few of his thoughts. Here, he couldn’t do much about it. So he tore up sugar packets, piling the sugar onto the table, occasionally letting some melt on his tongue. But eventually the sugar pile became substantial and the little carton of sugar packets ran out, and he found himself bored again. He sighed, poking a smiley face into the sugar as he looked around. Something the woman in front of him was doing caught his eye and he leaned forward curiously. “What are you making?”

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Edna popped one of her headphones out when someone leaned over. "What?" She asked, looking up to the large man even though she could figure out what he'd asked. "Nothing really" She looked down to her little square of cloth. "Just doing something to pass time" Half of Edna had hoped that maybe she'd get some sort of inspiration from doing this, but she was really just mindlessly running a piece of thread through a piece of cloth and not accomplishing anything or getting any sort of inspiration. 

[pull--yourself-together-blog]

Edna had found her old iPod after digging around in the small bag she'd brought with her, and lucky for her, a pair of headphones attached to it. It wasn't the larger speaker that filled the whole room she was use to and the songs defiantly were not the music she was listening to know, but it was nice to drown out the sound of everyone else around her. Sadly, she didn't have any costumes to be working on, hadn't grabbed anything like that. But like a good designer she had a needle and thread in her bag and a few old pieces of cloth and it had gotten to that point of boredom. Edna sat stitching together little pieces of cloth together, it wasn't going to make anything, but it was something to do and she didn't how nutty she looked doing it. 

[princeofchapstick-andkisses]

"I never said that, did I? I just said you’re rude. However now I think you should at least  give me your name for it."

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"Should I? I don't know, I don't give my name out to just any strange man"