disclamer: I don't own the Cirque du freak but I do own Katya Nadezhda.
Chapter 4
Packing
The Cirque came to life around
Mr. Crepsley people were grabbing bags, suitcases, backpacks, garbage bags, boxs, and anything else you could put things in. No one wasted anytime get prepared for the move. Mr. Crepsley hurried quickly to Evra's and Darren's tent. "Darren.. Evra may I enter please?" He said in a calm tone,
"Sure thing Mr. Crepsley" Evra called.
Mr. Crepsley pulled back the the flap of the tent and entered the boys' room. He spoted Evra right away "Good Evening Evra" he said bowing his head as he swept his gaze around the room looking for Darren,
"Hey Mr. Crepsley" Evra replied as he placed a pile of folded clothes in his suitcase,
"Where is Darren?" Mr. Crepsley ask Evra when he did not see Darren,
"Oh he went over to your tent to start packing" Evra replied as he continued packing,
"Hmm. Thankyou Evra" Mr Crepsley stated as he turned towards the exit,
"Your welcome Mr. Crepsley" Evra replied as he zipped up his suitcase.
Mr. Crepsley made his way out of the boys' tent he made his way to his own. "Darren" he called as he entered his tent,
"Over here" Darren replied standing in front of the old wardrobe,
"Ah there you are. Evra said you were here. I assume you heard that we are moving on to the next city?" Mr Crepsley said passively as he walked further into the room coming to a stop next to his coffin,
"Yeah I came over here and started packing things for the show" Darren stated as he watched Mr. Crepsley movements,
"Good. Do not forget my favorite suit" Mr. Crepsley said as he placed one hand on his coffin and the other on his hip,
"Yeap" Darren replied turning to face the wardobe again raising a hand to open the door ,
"And do not forget supplies for Madam Octa" Mr. Crepsley continued on,
"Yes fine" Darren said in a irritated tone as he rolled his eyes putting his hand down and faced Mr. Crepsley,
"And don't forget your black suit you will be assisting me on stage" Mr. Crepsley with a grin knowing he was irritating the boy,
"Anything else?" Darren asked in a aggravated tone,
"No" Mr. Crepsley stated as he pulled his hand off of his coffin giving Darren a displeased look " I will make arrangments for our ride. I will return soon" Mr Crepsley stated as he lowered his hand from his hip turning towards the exit,
"Ok" Darren said shrugging his shoulders turning back around to start his work.
Mr. Crepsley rushed out of his tent off to find one of the drivers leaving Darren in the tent with Madam Octa. "You swear I have never packed for him before" Darren grumbled as he moved around the tent grabbing an old truck pulling it away from to the wall of the tent dragging it to the middle of the room. He ignored Octa as he worked. He still didn't care for her to much, not after what she did to Steve, but he learned to tolerate her. He kicked open the trunk with his foot and turned back to the opened wardrobe. He humed as he grabbed Mr. Crepsley favorite red suit with black outline folding it nicely and then plopped it in the trunk. Next he grabbed Mr. Crepsley black top hat, also another must item. A smirk came across Darrens lips as a thought entered his head. He held the top hat at the tip of his fingers with the top part facing up. With a flick of his wrist he sent the hat soaring into the air. As it flipped in the air he bent his knees and jumped in the air doing a back flip landing perfectly on his feet and stood. The top hat landed perfectly on his head. "Thankyou thankyou" he said taking off the hat taking a bow. He laughed to himself as he stood up straight dusting off the hat making sure it didn't get dirty. He then set it down in the trunk. Next he moved on to Mr. Crepsley shoes. He inspected them "Him they seem fine enough, he won't notice if I let it go" he said has he placed the shoes under the suit. He finished up the rest of his work grabbing supplies for Octa and placing them in a backpack he had got from under the wardrobe and leaned it against the table that Madam Octa's cage sat upon. "Well he is done now its my turn see ya later Octa" Darren said as he walked out of Mr. Crepsley tent walking towards Evra's and his tent.
Darren headed for his tent. He stopped along the way and helped Madam Truska move her trunk further into her room making it easier for her to pack. She thanked him in her unusual language, at least he assumed she did. He began again to head to for his tent, but was stopped by Gertha Teeth. Gertha kept him busy for a while. He helped her find a sack to put her tools in. Then he helped her pick out the tools she was going to bite through. Finally he made it to his tent. He walked in staying quiet so he didn't wake Evra. He moved over to his side of the room and grabbed his backpack off of his dresser. He opened the drawers and pulled out the pieces to his suit, shoving the pieces into his bag not even bothering to fold it. After packing the suit he grabbed another shirt and jeans and shove it into his bag as well. "Done" he whispered as he zipped up his bag and placed it on the floor. He yawned and rubbed his eyes then crawled into his hammock. He closed his eyes falling fast asleep. In a few hours the Cirque would come alive and begin packing the vans and trucks.
A/N yay chapter 4. Thankyou very much for your reviews they mean alot to me! Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Again love the reviews keep them coming