the pit was filled with charcoal from the night before. most of the glass was cleaned up, but there was still a hindering scent of booze in the air. he didnt touch anything, just gazed upon it. as he turned his foot the sound of crackling glass sounded from under his foot. it was startling at first but then his face went flat. he lifted his leg up carefully to check if any glass was stuck in the rubber. clear. dmitri felt for his walky-talky speaking into it smoothly, "before opening, can i get someone on maintanance to clean up the pit."

there was nothing particularly special about the fire pit. it was exactly as named. it was a pit for having fires. it was surrounded by hollow logs used as benches and most of the grass was dead from stress. if anything the place was disgusting. yet after the circus closed up, the place was thriving. was it the alcohol that made it appear greater than it was, or was it all the people gathered like great friends in one place. dmitri never saw it, so most of the time he stayed in his trailor while any such party went on.

he was more to be one that was alone anyways. he enjoyed contemplating the life and its structures and how it could be interpritated so darkly. dmitri say himself down on the hollow log. what would it be like to be someone else?

a ringing voice called up above from the pit. it was femine but Dmitri didnt even bother to look to see who it was, he didnt really care that much. all he hoped for was the maintance people to get their asses over here and clean up. The sound of foot steps lingered, and then eventually drew closer. There seemed to be a nearly muted sign of laughter, but once again dmitri ignored it until part of his 'name' was spoken. He heard a piece of sarcasticness and realised there was only one person that was quite sarcastic towards him. " oh. hello, evans. " he didnt like to say much else. he didnt enjoy conversing with other people. part of him was saying 'go back to the doll house' but a little piece inside of him -very little- was saying 'i need somebody around before i go crazy'.

Evans continued speaking fluidly still with that one tone of voice, but dmitri decided to put it aside rather than as "what is wrong with you" instead she listened of the hung over maintance men. "as long as those -guys get up here before the shows, then its fine" he was about to say "drunks" but he didnt want to offend the miss incase she was that of a high-fledged drinker, though she looked more classy. looks can be decieving, thats one thing her learned working here. He caught on to the last bit and almost snorted in disgust. " arent they all 'quite' the party. i dont enjoy... parties " he shifted uncomfortably. It was rare he found himself in this kind of possition. being uncomfortable. he sometimes like to make others feel uncomfortable talking to him, but never the other way around. the was actually almost intriguing to him.

dmitri had never been all to keen on having a 'show name' but he knew he had to. there was nothing that he could think of at the time except for sir mitri. he cursed his decision. it wasn't so bad when he wasn't around people. air couldn't make a quip out of his name, but people could. evans was. he had to lift his hand and itch at his chin. he was worried where this was going at. he barely knew evans as it was, just as an employee. of course he had to go through and analyze each person before he hired them, but he only learned that person with his business side. he never tried to learn them with a personal note. things had to be natural in order for him to be personal with a person. right now, he felt unnatural and completely awkward.

the sir was looking at the ground preciously. the element was his friend. for a moment he decided to look up toward evangeline. her gaze was heavy, yet gave off a light, alluring feeling. he quickly turned away. when he did, he noticed the hand resting on his shoulder. dmitri squirmed and moved over slightly on the hollow log hoping subtly that the hand would fall. "i prefer being more conservative, i don't trust myself, or much of others either" he eyed her up for a moment to see how she would react to what he had said. his eyes gave off a little weary look. once again he let his eyes fall to the ground wondering how he got into these types of situations.