Thrown under the train [Franz GB/ public]

((/sob this is so short idk I thought it would turn out longer--))

"Excuse me, but I can--"

"Out of the way!"

"Let me help--"

All he got was another angry shrug-off in response. But Franz really had no measurable talent here, save for doing (or attempting to do) heavy lifting. There was a woman doing it, too, how hard could it be (though she didn't seem very ladylike)?

But apparently they all knew a not-so-fit gentleman still in the morning suit he was wearing when he had been mistakenly thrown out of a moving rail car and into a field, where he had kept rolling all the way to... Here. The other carnival. He would have been disgusted had his dignity been there to begin with.

As it stood he was only a dusty, tangle-haired, pudgy, nervous man...with quite a few rips in his jacket, he noticed after a bit with pitiful resignation.

So, without much else to do (maybe he could just slink around unnoticed for... The rest of his life-- but no, he was too noticeable) he took a look around. Not as fancy, not as luxurious-- he could already feel his stomach rumbling. Without work, could he still eat? ...enough?

Monashir had never been so happy as when she'd joined this carnival. ...Or at least, she couldn't remember if she'd ever been as happy as this. It had been quite some time since she'd been shut away from the world for her own protection, after all. Without thinking about it, she lightly touched her fingers to her lips--her passage to heaven. And her freedom in this life had been the steep price to pay for it.

...At least, it was until now. And that in itself caused those same lips to break out into one of her frequent smiles. She had a smile for everything, and especially smiles with teeth, which she was never unhappy to display. They were good teeth.

At the moment, she was attempting to convince her bear to ride a unicycle. Through example. Because the bear was much smarter than her--everyone knew it--so she had to show him that if she could do it, then of course he could. ...The only problem being that she couldn't actually do it. It was hard enough just getting on the thing, let alone keeping balanced. And she didn't even know how to ride a regular bike, to begin with, so the way the pedals worked was a bit beyond her.

After finally getting on the thing without falling over immediately, she attempted to go forward a bit, taking a gamble and pedaling one way...only to go backwards. Yelping slightly, the wheel flew out from underneath her as she tipped backwards onto the poor fellow who was just behind them (she hadn't noticed his presence, previously). At least it broke her fall. Sort of.

Moaning slightly, she quickly began to laugh at herself, but stopped short when she remembered that maybe she'd accidentally hurt whoever this person was. Rolling over on top of him, she smiled and said cheerfully, "Hello! Sorry, are you OK?" And then, upon realizing that she didn't recognize him (she was friends with everyone, no exceptions--minus the Japanese, of course), "Are you new here? What's your name?"

He hadn't noticed the bear or the woman in his rampant bumbling around crates to find just one thing to do, or look at, or eat. A bit undignified but when one really thought about it, henwas too traumatized to even ride a train car as a homeless man. But he had a home-- or he used to. Until Augustine took it over with her loud yelling and exasperated looks and aggressiveness at night.

He was about to visibly shudder with the thought when a large wheel and something--or someone-- swung violently into his vision-- and then suddenly it was gone until his back hitting the hard ground told him to open his eyes. ...Which really weren't quite sure what to make of the vision before him-- or on him.

Black lips, grey eyes, black hair, strikingly pale skin-- like some sort of smiling newspaper. But instead of telling him something she only asked questions. He wasn't ever good with strangers, not to mention strangers that decided to land their fall on top of him. His face looked painfully horrified even before he heard the bear bellow for it's comrade.

So, the only acceptable follow up to it would be rapid hyperventilation and mumblings that only remotely resembled pleas to "please get off" "I have money I wasn't stealing" and "what are you even". Eventually as the bear sounded off more (most likely suitably miffed at the loss of attention) he just closed his eyes and went to his happy place (somewhere he could go now that Augustine couldn't prohibit it).

Oh, he seemed downright terrified. She couldn't imagine why, though--she wasn't particularly intimidating, as far as she knew. The bear might have had something to do with it, but she incidentally didn't find it very frightening, either. He was breathing very oddly and speaking in a strange tongue that vaguely resembled English, but sounded much more...jumbled.

"Sorry? Didn't catch that," she replied cheerfully so that he would hopefully make himself clearer.

He didn't. He just seemed to shut down completely. It was entirely mind-boggling, to the Ainu girl. Rolling off and into an upright sitting position on the ground next to him, she looked down and tried to imagine what to do. Why were there so many men here that seemed to be inclined to just lie down and look dead? Maybe it was a custom here. But how could she be sure?

Leaning down so that she could speak directly into his ear, she whispered, "Are you dead? If you're are...don't say anything." She was like a child if one had asked the same question: simultaneously gravely serious, while completely unaware of how silly they sounded. The bear, meanwhile, opted for a more hands-on approach by plopping down next to the Austrian and poking it's muzzle into his side, to push him awake.

On the contrary, lately to him, women were extremely intimidating. In every way possible. But... The fact that this one was even asking him if he was still alive (was he?) in a voice that held no harshness confused him a bit (and why right in his ear? Were the dead hard of hearing?).

Slowly, he cracked his eyes open, stuttering out a squeaking "Ja--" before opening his eyes fully and seeing... Well, that bear was real after all. Not only that but it was touching him. Getting ready to maul him and eat him, and possibly the woman next to him. He had to choose his actions carefully.

...Letting out a shriek that could very well break glass, he moved faster than he probably ever had, scooting and dragging himself back and away until he hit a crate, hyperventilating on full force as he was again paralyzed on the spot. How much more would he be able to take until he just up and fainted?

"W-watch out...!!" He bleated at the clueless woman. "There's a b-b-bear... Right beh-hind you... Don't make any s-sudden movem-m-ments..." Said the man who had kicked up a cloud of dust and decibels trying to get away from it. "They can s-smell fear..." He warned her as if that wasn't something he had to worry about.