Sep 25, 2014
** clopxn
Bert always expected to hear the heels of his shoes clacking on the ground beneath him when he went into the main tent. He wasn't sure why, seeing as the entire place was covered in sand, but there it was.
In the center of the big top stood the ringmaster, resplendent, even in street clothes. The man had a presence about him, there was no denying it. And right now, that presence was a bit grumpy, it seemed.
He approached the man and called out to him kindly.
"Afternoon! Someone told me you were 'avin some trouble with props?" he asked, noting the lack of them at the ready.
"Sent me t' come an offer any and all assistance." He informed him, coming to a rest and placing his hands in his pockets, waiting for orders.