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Prompt# 154 - Polyseme - Apply - Tekia - original
Title: Apply
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Polyseme
Warnings: n/a
Rating: G
Summary: Toby is in need of a job, and the circus is in need of grunt labor.
When Toby had first seen the as, he smirked and passed it by, not unlike the hundreds of other peoples who had passed him by. It was a week later, and here he was, seriously considering the ad.
Sure, everybody thought of running away to join the circus at some point, but nobody really did it, did they? He pulled the ad from the cork board and mentally shrugged his shoulders.
He might as well give it a try. The ad was asking for back stage help so he wouldn’t be performing and that suited him just fine. They also promised a place to sleep.
He followed the directions on the ad and arrived in time to see a young man storm out of the manager’s trailer. He spat out curses and threw a hat to the ground before hopping into a truck and speeding away amid a cloud of dust. Toby watched, wide-eyed. A second man emerged from the trailer and sighed heavily as he stooped to pick up the discarded hat.
He caught sight of Toby, or rather, the ad he still held clutched in his hand. “Here for the job?”
Toby wet his lips, thoughts still on the man that had stormed out of there so violently. “Ah,” he hesitated, his voice betraying his doubts. Did he still want this job? “Is it still open?”
The man flung out a hand, gesturing to the now out of sight truck. “If it wasn’t, it is now.” Toby arched a dark brow in question. “Our last crew just quit.”
“Ah,” he said in understanding.
“Come inside. We’ll talk.” He led Toby inside. Lights had been left on despite the bright sunlight filtering in from small windows and papers liberally cluttered every flat surface. The manager, Toby supposed, seated himself behind his desk and motioned for Toby to take the only other empty seat.
He pulled out a sheet of paper Toby easily recognized as an application. “Do you have time to fill it out?” Questioned the older man as he handed over the single sheet.
“Ah, sure,” Toby said, pulling a pen from his pocket. During this time of unemployment, he had learned to keep the pen with him always.
As Toby pressed the paper to the desk, the man asked, “How are your people skills?”
Toby looked up in surprise. “Ah,” he stammered, “Will I be working with the public?”
The manager chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “One person, not the public. He’s a handful. The reason we have lost most of our crew.”
“Why do you keep him on?”
“The smile grew wry. “He’s the show,” he said simply.
“Ah,” Toby said, his voice lifting in comprehension.
The man began tapping his own pen against the surface of the table in a steady beat. “We’ll need you to lift, move, and carry. You’ll also be helping set up and take down everything when we move from town to town.”
“Ah,” Toby agreed, flipping the paper to fill the second side with his neat, crisp writing.
“I warned you about him, didn’t I?” He suddenly said, causing Toby to look back up in surprise.
“Ah? That bad, is he?”
He folded his hands, the pen clasped between his fingers still. “He likes things a certain way, and woe to any who displease him. He won’t budge from his position, his views on how things should be done.” He shrugged, “He’s fey.”
“Ah!” Toby’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t seen a true blood fey in ages. “Truly?”
He nodded. “He tries to hide it, but something like that is impossible to really hide. He’s a noble, and many humans don’t understand that it’s impossible for him to change.”
Toby nodded hind understanding. Humans never understood what it was to be fey. Humans could never understand a true blood noble. They were a species unto their own. Like humans in appearance, but so very different. His mother tired, he did, and had had her heart broken when she realized just how different nobles really were.
She had never been the same after that.
Toby finished the application with a flourish of a signature and handed it back. “Ah, I’ll deal. He won’t be a problem. I know all the things to stay away from, such as hand gestures that mean different things in our cultures.” He smiled sheepishly. “I have fey blood.”
The other man’s smiled turned form polite to surprised glee. “This is wonderful!” He clapped his hands together, then rubbed them in a way that reminded Toby of a Hollywood villain. “When can you start?”
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Polyseme
Warnings: n/a
Rating: G
Summary: Toby is in need of a job, and the circus is in need of grunt labor.
When Toby had first seen the as, he smirked and passed it by, not unlike the hundreds of other peoples who had passed him by. It was a week later, and here he was, seriously considering the ad.
Sure, everybody thought of running away to join the circus at some point, but nobody really did it, did they? He pulled the ad from the cork board and mentally shrugged his shoulders.
He might as well give it a try. The ad was asking for back stage help so he wouldn’t be performing and that suited him just fine. They also promised a place to sleep.
He followed the directions on the ad and arrived in time to see a young man storm out of the manager’s trailer. He spat out curses and threw a hat to the ground before hopping into a truck and speeding away amid a cloud of dust. Toby watched, wide-eyed. A second man emerged from the trailer and sighed heavily as he stooped to pick up the discarded hat.
He caught sight of Toby, or rather, the ad he still held clutched in his hand. “Here for the job?”
Toby wet his lips, thoughts still on the man that had stormed out of there so violently. “Ah,” he hesitated, his voice betraying his doubts. Did he still want this job? “Is it still open?”
The man flung out a hand, gesturing to the now out of sight truck. “If it wasn’t, it is now.” Toby arched a dark brow in question. “Our last crew just quit.”
“Ah,” he said in understanding.
“Come inside. We’ll talk.” He led Toby inside. Lights had been left on despite the bright sunlight filtering in from small windows and papers liberally cluttered every flat surface. The manager, Toby supposed, seated himself behind his desk and motioned for Toby to take the only other empty seat.
He pulled out a sheet of paper Toby easily recognized as an application. “Do you have time to fill it out?” Questioned the older man as he handed over the single sheet.
“Ah, sure,” Toby said, pulling a pen from his pocket. During this time of unemployment, he had learned to keep the pen with him always.
As Toby pressed the paper to the desk, the man asked, “How are your people skills?”
Toby looked up in surprise. “Ah,” he stammered, “Will I be working with the public?”
The manager chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “One person, not the public. He’s a handful. The reason we have lost most of our crew.”
“Why do you keep him on?”
“The smile grew wry. “He’s the show,” he said simply.
“Ah,” Toby said, his voice lifting in comprehension.
The man began tapping his own pen against the surface of the table in a steady beat. “We’ll need you to lift, move, and carry. You’ll also be helping set up and take down everything when we move from town to town.”
“Ah,” Toby agreed, flipping the paper to fill the second side with his neat, crisp writing.
“I warned you about him, didn’t I?” He suddenly said, causing Toby to look back up in surprise.
“Ah? That bad, is he?”
He folded his hands, the pen clasped between his fingers still. “He likes things a certain way, and woe to any who displease him. He won’t budge from his position, his views on how things should be done.” He shrugged, “He’s fey.”
“Ah!” Toby’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t seen a true blood fey in ages. “Truly?”
He nodded. “He tries to hide it, but something like that is impossible to really hide. He’s a noble, and many humans don’t understand that it’s impossible for him to change.”
Toby nodded hind understanding. Humans never understood what it was to be fey. Humans could never understand a true blood noble. They were a species unto their own. Like humans in appearance, but so very different. His mother tired, he did, and had had her heart broken when she realized just how different nobles really were.
She had never been the same after that.
Toby finished the application with a flourish of a signature and handed it back. “Ah, I’ll deal. He won’t be a problem. I know all the things to stay away from, such as hand gestures that mean different things in our cultures.” He smiled sheepishly. “I have fey blood.”
The other man’s smiled turned form polite to surprised glee. “This is wonderful!” He clapped his hands together, then rubbed them in a way that reminded Toby of a Hollywood villain. “When can you start?”