[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]October 31st, 1943 - Squeakers McSqueak[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center]
	Ruthie stood there, listening to Gilbert and then glanced over her shoulder. She looked to be in a bit of a huff, as if she was tired of playing messenger for the dead but she knew if she didn't go ahead and get this over with, it would just continue. She turned back around and nearly began speaking before she stopped and took a deep breath. "The Brit says and once again I am quoting, 'Never have I lost a tooth in battle, to you or anyone else. Could you be so kind as to stop playing or have you reached such an age that your memory is faulty and you have me confused with another?'" she quoted before crossing her arms over her chest. "He keep leanin' on his cane and rubbin' that scar on his face. Ain't shut up yet. Goin' on about a knife you gave him, some long speech, and askin' if some goat has butted anyone lately?" She seemed a bit confused about the last part. 

	The ground themselves were calm. Faith and Bart were looking over Peter's grave, which seemed the same as it always had been. The girls were still down at the water washing clothes. Libby seemed glad to hear that there was a place she could wash off. "Oh girl, that would be perfect," she said to Alexandra and took another puff from her smoke. She started walking and sighed a bit. "Either with this group. You said you were in the circus? What was that like? Had to be more glamorous than the set up we got. Ain't any more of us types around, not since the Daily Brothers got all shut down. Least not out west. Who knows, maybe there' are more Carnivales out east," she said in passing as she kept walking. 

	 The rousties seemed not to give two hoots about Sophia and James not wanting to help them out, then again the Rousties didn't seem to be big players in the Carnivale. They just looked to be one setting up and tearing down. In fact, if they had had any special skills wouldn't they have used them to help with all this? Only ones that were really exhibiting any skills were few and far between considering the amount of people in the Carni, seemed the others were just along for the ride, or a meal, or maybe they just had no where else to go. The door to managements trailer opened and Ben stepped out. Closing the door behind him as he lit up a cigarette and taking a seat on the steps. He blew out the smoke and rubbed his chin slightly as he looked over the grounds and started watching those that were passing by.