149 - [Carnival Filter]

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I've never been ashamed of what I have done here or the people I've run with. I never so much as raised a hand to a person that didn't harm me or mine first.

What I do and have done is not something that everyone is going to think normal, and I've reconciled myself to that. But does not, and has never made me a sinner. I never took what I didn't need. I provided for my family. I taught my child right.

[Family Filter]

Family meeting. Jim, Leia, girls -- let's meet in the cart an two hours before the gate tonight.

We all need to have a long talk.

(ooc: So the Cooch dancers and barkers need to get together and have a meeting. Morgan and Jim have seriously discussing cutting out and settling down somewhere, and...they probably won't leave without their family. Probably. Anyway, spam here)

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[Morgan's been on her feet most of the day and is resting now. Her brace is off for the time being and standing next to her bed, where she's sitting. The knee bends just fine and under her trousers is a scarred mess -- it's just not strong enough to lock and support her without help. She's dusting off an old stovepipe hat that she uses sometimes during the shows and looking grim.]

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[Donny arrives and finds a corner to sit himself, figuring doing what he was told and being prompt about it was the best way to not piss off the carnival folk before he could even begin to establish himself. He keeps to himself too, but does make sure to nod politely towards Kirk and Morgan, seeing as they were the head of the family he was hoping to join.]

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[ Steph arrives a few minutes after Donny, having taken all of five minutes to throw some things in a bag in case her family is too scared by the townspeople to let him stay. She doesn't really expect to be running away tonight, but it wouldn't hurt for them to see how serious she was. They couldn't control her life, and they needed to know it. She sits down next to him, ankles crossed and hands in her lap like a lady, but not quite finding the courage to look the others in the eye. She's too afraid of what she might see there. ]