Carlos hadn’t been to a circus in years – not since he was little. But there had been a raffle at work and Carlos had won a coupon for a free ticket. He kinda hoped that his brother and/or his dad were in town so he could invite them to go with him.
Carlos made his way to the ticket office that was set up, standing in the line with his coupon as he looked at everything around him. Some things were different than what he remembered or imagined a circus to be like, but not everything could be a dated cliche trope he supposed.
Once at the ticket office he smiled and offered the coupon. “Hey… this any good?” he asked in a joking manner.
So
with that, the other gave a smile and went off to give a lengthy call
to the man he had meant to cancel plans with. He couldn’t have felt
cheaper as he called in and tapped his foot against the wall, he blushed
in embarrassment as he did so. Watching the other scientists made him
hungry just thinking about dinner.Carlos went to his meeting with the Literal Rock Band and they discussed, among other things, the band’s habit of eating on stage. He wasn’t sure how they managed it, but chicken bones and soda cans would be left on the stage by them and the hosts at the theaters weren’t very happy about it. If they wanted to keep going with their gigs, they needed to clean up their act. Literally. They were young rocks, but Carlos thought that he was getting through to them.
It was an unestablished time that Skip began to grow lonely and hungry, adding up to be a dangerous vampire. Neurally, he headed towards a bundle of scientists and perked up. “Hi! My name’s Skip! May I ask for one of your hands?” He asked the group, glancing around.
One of the scientists didn’t even look up as they were so engrossed with their current analysis. But a the other scientists glanced at Skip with a confused look. “Um… why?” asked one of the scientists. “Do you need something?”
“I thought the show wasn’t until later,” a different scientist asked.
The Perfect Scientist 