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estdeus_innobisFriday, around 7pm
Chilly day today. Wonder 'ow cold it'll get in winter. Ain't the furthest north we ever bin, but we ain't normally wintered 'ereabouts. Normal circuit was 'ead up north away from th' 'orrible 'eat of summer, then go south when it gets colder. But then again, weren't even like Excolo's on th' reg'lar route. When we first 'eaded away from our usual route, we thought it was cos Ol' Compton 'ad gone up in flames, an' the road there was pretty bad. Now, o'course, we's figured out Management must've bin waitin' to take us on this road. Sometimes get to wonderin' how that town burned down... But it's best not to wonder too 'ard, I reckon. Too many fuckin' questions.
As it's gettin' colder, reckon a few people will lit out, now they's been told they can. Got t'say, it'd be tempting if me 'n Hope were diff'rent. But what's there for us out there without the Diabolique? Nothin'. So's we take the rough wi' the smooth an' all that.
Di'n't take too long fer someone to go up to Management's trailer t'day. Brad, 'e's a roustie, only bin with us a year or so. Not much t'say 'bout 'im, 'cept 'e 'as the bluest eyes you ever saw. Like cornflowers or somethin'. Anyway, 'e's been un'appy since about two weeks into us bein' 'ere. Noticed 'im drinkin' a lot. Came back one night ravin' 'bout 'ow the roads led nowhere. Everyone jus' laughed. But that was then, and I reckon more people would take it serious, now. A lot more. Anyway, 'e read the note on th' post, an' straightaway 'e went over to the trailer, all shiny-faced wi' mornin' drink. Course, loads o' people 'ung round to see when - if - 'e came out. 'e only seemed to be in there 'bout ten minutes, but when 'e came out 'e looked... Dunno. Older. Di'n't say nothin' to no one, jus' started walkin'. Di'n't even go fer 'is stuff. We 'obbled after 'im, though Hope said we shouldn't, cos I was bleedin' curious an' I know she was too, even if she's too prim to say so.
"'Ang on there, Brad," I says. "No need to rush off, is there?" 'E stopped, an' looked at us, an' said "yeah, there is. Don't want ter ever see this place no more." An' then 'e went off. Weirdest thing was, 'is eyes di'n't 'ave no colour in 'em no more. Not like albino eyes, neither. Jus' no colour, like someone'd lifted the blue straight out of 'em. Felt a bit strange, after that.
Saw Daiyu go in, toward evenin', an' lord, that was a surprise. Wouldn't ever see Daiyu as wantin' to leave. So we waited fer her. She was in there a lot longer. Near an hour, an' it got chilly sittin' out. But she did come out, 'ventually, an' so I asks 'er about why she wanted t'go. She laughed an' said she weren't leavin', she'd bin askin' 'bout stayin'. She was 'olding a lil bag tight to 'er chest, an' I asked 'er 'bout it, an' she said she weren't goin' to 'ave to worry 'bout gettin' a fix ever again. Management got 'er sorted, she said, an' she smiled, but t'me it looked like she might cry a bit, too.
Come back to the caravan now. Not really expectin' much custom. We's got a couple o'regulars now, few folk who come in every couple o'weeks to see 'bout their cards, but custom's bin slow in gen'ral. Still, need to be 'ere, jus' in case. Smoke a cig and try not to wonder what Daiyu agreed to so Management'd keep 'er fixed up like that. Tryin' pretty 'ard.
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Chilly day today. Wonder 'ow cold it'll get in winter. Ain't the furthest north we ever bin, but we ain't normally wintered 'ereabouts. Normal circuit was 'ead up north away from th' 'orrible 'eat of summer, then go south when it gets colder. But then again, weren't even like Excolo's on th' reg'lar route. When we first 'eaded away from our usual route, we thought it was cos Ol' Compton 'ad gone up in flames, an' the road there was pretty bad. Now, o'course, we's figured out Management must've bin waitin' to take us on this road. Sometimes get to wonderin' how that town burned down... But it's best not to wonder too 'ard, I reckon. Too many fuckin' questions.
As it's gettin' colder, reckon a few people will lit out, now they's been told they can. Got t'say, it'd be tempting if me 'n Hope were diff'rent. But what's there for us out there without the Diabolique? Nothin'. So's we take the rough wi' the smooth an' all that.
Di'n't take too long fer someone to go up to Management's trailer t'day. Brad, 'e's a roustie, only bin with us a year or so. Not much t'say 'bout 'im, 'cept 'e 'as the bluest eyes you ever saw. Like cornflowers or somethin'. Anyway, 'e's been un'appy since about two weeks into us bein' 'ere. Noticed 'im drinkin' a lot. Came back one night ravin' 'bout 'ow the roads led nowhere. Everyone jus' laughed. But that was then, and I reckon more people would take it serious, now. A lot more. Anyway, 'e read the note on th' post, an' straightaway 'e went over to the trailer, all shiny-faced wi' mornin' drink. Course, loads o' people 'ung round to see when - if - 'e came out. 'e only seemed to be in there 'bout ten minutes, but when 'e came out 'e looked... Dunno. Older. Di'n't say nothin' to no one, jus' started walkin'. Di'n't even go fer 'is stuff. We 'obbled after 'im, though Hope said we shouldn't, cos I was bleedin' curious an' I know she was too, even if she's too prim to say so.
"'Ang on there, Brad," I says. "No need to rush off, is there?" 'E stopped, an' looked at us, an' said "yeah, there is. Don't want ter ever see this place no more." An' then 'e went off. Weirdest thing was, 'is eyes di'n't 'ave no colour in 'em no more. Not like albino eyes, neither. Jus' no colour, like someone'd lifted the blue straight out of 'em. Felt a bit strange, after that.
Saw Daiyu go in, toward evenin', an' lord, that was a surprise. Wouldn't ever see Daiyu as wantin' to leave. So we waited fer her. She was in there a lot longer. Near an hour, an' it got chilly sittin' out. But she did come out, 'ventually, an' so I asks 'er about why she wanted t'go. She laughed an' said she weren't leavin', she'd bin askin' 'bout stayin'. She was 'olding a lil bag tight to 'er chest, an' I asked 'er 'bout it, an' she said she weren't goin' to 'ave to worry 'bout gettin' a fix ever again. Management got 'er sorted, she said, an' she smiled, but t'me it looked like she might cry a bit, too.
Come back to the caravan now. Not really expectin' much custom. We's got a couple o'regulars now, few folk who come in every couple o'weeks to see 'bout their cards, but custom's bin slow in gen'ral. Still, need to be 'ere, jus' in case. Smoke a cig and try not to wonder what Daiyu agreed to so Management'd keep 'er fixed up like that. Tryin' pretty 'ard.
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