☞Carlotta smiled lightly "Hopefully m'dear, somewhere that sincerely enjoys circuses" she whispered in his ear playfully "Or we are screwed in every sense of the word". Charles was a good person, she could tell. Just like she could tell that the strong man was most definitely a farm boy who didn't get enough love as a child. Oh my, must she be so cold? Or was she? In that living casket of ice was there really a small flickering flame? If there was she most certainly didn't know it. Carlotta honestly couldn't help her psychological tendencies. It was a large part of being an assassin and therefore a large part of her. One had to know people, to know how to control them.
☞ For a moment Carlotta had gone to a place that she didn't want to get into. Not with Charles there. Not with anyone there. Her bright blue eyes met Charles again and she was back. Back to reality, to the train station, to the conversation.
charless smile was more of a smirk when Carlottasvoice sang playfully, the woman was a card for sure. A beautiful one for sure, but Charless heart was for someone else.Some words of advice lovely Carlotta, you may want to watch the way you act. Not all people are as kind as they seem. he replied in a playful tone to match.
Of course Charles was oblivious to Carlottas past jobs and unaware of how keen she was on the others. Charles was smart but not smart enough to be the kind of person to take a note on how she acted, unless it was serious.
Come one, Come all...
the circus is in town <----------------------------------------------------------->
A voice startled him as he looked down to see a black umbrella along with the tightrope walker underneath. She was a very cute girl in his eyes and she reminded him of the many ladies he has seen over the years here. He wondered where his partner was with the ringmaster, but he paid no more attention to it and looked back at Pricilla.
"Thank you." he gave her a side smirk and took the fan from her. He had no idea how women would go around in heavy dresses and still do not break a sweat. Adien bit his lip and fanned himself.
When Taras showed up he couldn't help but to star at the giant for a moment before he asked about the bags. It was a nice thing and Aiden didn't mind.
"Thanks sir." he chuckled at the giant, "You sleep well you two lately?" he asked.
It was then when he saw his other fellow mates and smiled as Carlotta walked by. Another pretty girl in the circus but at the same time he knew how deadly she could be.
Damien jogged through the train station looking at his pocket watch nervously. If he was late he would be whipped for sure. He didn't want to disappoint his ringmaster. Behind him rolled a very large trunk and around his neck hung a bag he kept one arm cradled around. The trunk held his costumes, body paints and less volatile components of his act. The bag around his neck however held many volatile substances and liquids. All carefully and meticulously arranged so even whilst jogging they barely shook.
Looking up as he reached the platform many of the performers were already there. He slowed and attempted to compose himself slightly before approaching. His hair was still damp from his hurried shower and the buttons of his shirt were only half done up. It didn't bother him much though. Much of his act was spent wearing little else but body paint and a vibrant array of embroidered silk pants.
Slightly out of breath he looked at his watch. Barely in time he slumped against the wall letting his trunk rest. He was usually late so it probably wouldn't surprise anyone. That didn't stop it from embarrassing him slightly.
Wren rushed through the crowd as the sun beat down on her. She hated wearing her dress so she put on usually what Aiden or some other boy would wear. Wren even put her blond hair up in a cap. The reason for her dress was so that she could run to the station. Her giant bag of clothes hung off her shoulders as she looked up at the time 7:20. She didn't want to be late!
Wren was happy she had long legs and ran as fast as she could. She noticed her friends and even noticed Damien. The Gypsy composed herself and bit down on her lip as she walked by the fire breather.
"You not late too huh?" she chuckled and pushed some strands from her face.
She looked very unappealing unlike Pricilla and Carlotta, but underneath all the boy clothes she was a pretty girl, especially when she would bend in the shows for everyone. Her outfits needed to be fitted to her body.
Clair slowly walked into the station, hardly on time, as she noticed seeing her pocket watch. Desptite her morose features, she was quite excited. This was a chance at freedom without breaking an arm, and she did have enough experoence to pull this off from her experience practicing with a london based circus. She imagined jumping though the air just as gracefully as she had before. She hoped all would go well. Though anxious, she just reminded herself of the freedom she now had and the more she would get when she hit the air. Today was a good day to be alive in her own opinion.
Damien shrugged slightly. "Yeah it took longer than expected to pack my components." He strokes the bag around his neck lightly with a smile. "They're very temperamental and don't like to be jumbled around very much." He loved his fire. Most people thought he was crazy but he swore up and down that each flame has its own voice and personality. Damien believed fire was the greatest living thing. Its life span is uncertain and every moment it reaches grasping at the air and the world around struggling for one more second. He envied its zest for life.
Damien looked around for a while. It was getting close to departure time and there were still several of their band missing. Tello and Charlotte would show up in their own time but he still worried for the others. Being late would result in a lashing he was sure.
Wren chuckled when he spoke about his bags of fire. She knew the attachment he felt for them since she felt that way with her tarot cards They were her life besides this circus, and sometimes her mates would come up to her and ask her for readings. The Gypsy smirked and leaned on the wall.
"Should we go and take a seat. I think most of us are here..well except for Tello and Charlotte...but they aren't usually late..." Wren whispered the last part.
Wren swore the had ears everywhere and that no matter where they were they everyone could be heard. It could be just all in her head, but Wren was a bundle of nerves. The sun was beating down on her head until she couldn't take it anymore and pulled off her cap letting her blond hair fall.
The young child with his large green eyes walked up along the train station. He was alone and there was a lot of people here. Just by looking at them he could tell they were part of the circus that he himself was now apart of. The early morning sun cut through the sky like a knife but it didn't bother the young child. Most of the adults seemed to be worried or arguing.
He sighed and sat on a bench away from the others. His feet didn't quite touch the ground so he kicked them in the air. His loose white shirt hung around him, and his scruffy dress shoes looked a bit worn, but besides that he looked clean. He hummed to himself, a slow but happy tune.
Nodding Damien sunk down into a sitting position. Carefully he began rummaging through his bag. There was a special substance he had to keep in his lungs at all times. His lungs had begun to produce it in minute quantities over the years but he still had to jump start the process from time to time. Pulling out a slim though fairly long vial containing an amber liquid he popped the cork off. A slightly acidic scent entered the air. Quickly Damien forced himself to draw the concoction down his throat. Closing his eyes he felt the familiar warmth as the liquid slid down his throat.
Coughing slightly as the liquid coated his lungs in a thin layer as he breathed Damien looked around. Selene still wasn't there though he saw the two newest additions to their band arrive. The small boy sitting alone tugged at his heart strings. It reminded him of himself when he was younger. He smiled and waved at the boy but Damien wasn't very good at meeting new people. Even when they were still children. Climbing on board he looked down the hall. "What car did they give us to ride in?"
Wren shook her head not knowing where they were suppose to be. It would have been a lot easier if Tello was around, but she knew that she shouldn't question anything that is said or done. Wren has gotten a lot of whippings through the years. She looked up at her companion and bit her lip. Her eyes went over to the little boy and gave him a wink and a head nudge to join them,
"I guess maybe pick a spot and go?" she asked with a chuckle.
Not everyone was around and it was making her nervous. Most of her circus family she saw, but at the same time where could everyone else be.
The young boy gave a small timid wave back at the man before looking back down. His green eyes not wanting to look at anyone person for to long. He didn't know what they would do or think about him. He felt a tad embarressed and pulled his legs up to his body, locking his small fingers together. He was curious as to what was going on. Then a woman winked at him, causing him to seem a bit flustered and blushed at his own childishness.
He looked up, the distance steam rising above the hills. It was quite a sight and sturred the lure for adventure and the unknown the small kids heart. He hoped off the bench and pulled his suit case with him, struggling a bit at the over large case. He stopped at the edge of the tracks, waiting to see the new steam engine technology.