#adarpstarter

She sat in the empty nightclub, looking around. There was a cracked mirror, the result of a fight the previous night, she had already called the company to fix it multiple times, and yet they were late, and they were set to open soon. If there was anything that could get under Charlotte’s skin, it was a late repairman. When she heard the door, she didn’t bother to look up, simply spoke in a bitterly irritated tone. “You are over three hours late, and now have less than an hour to repair that mirror. It better be completed before my first patrons come.”

It was rare for Miss Gilbert to supply Scarlett with paints and canvases (unless it was requested or bought for her by either a master or mistress) or during events such as these. Carnivals were a time of fun -- and while her bands still restrained her, not allowing her from straying too far from her post, it still let her see the world outside. But she couldn’t help letting out a sigh, couldn’t help thinking to a time before her confinement. When, instead of stuck only in one section, dressed and pampered by personal stylists to attract potential customers, she could be roaming both sections of the carnival with her beloved daughter. 

“Can I get you something? You look like you could use something to drink..”

Sitting in a diner as a slave certainly wasn't how Hollis expected his life to be...but there he was. All thanks to his sister, someone he thought he trusted. But that was clearly wrong. Not only that, but he was surrounded by things he thought only existed in the movies and books. He was on edge but he had to keep a straight face. They couldn't see him sweat. The male sat with his tea that he dumped about twenty packets of sugar in to give some flavor, as his blue eyes shifted around, taking in everything around.