║ ❆ ║ The Dollmaker's Children

Who would you be?

Human	17.6%	[ 6 ]
Elf	41.2%	[ 14 ]
Whimsy	41.2%	[ 14 ]
Total Votes:			[ 34 ]

[MarukawaBubbleGum]

Nova ┊ warm ┊ 4:30 pm

In town news. . . Nova is hyped up. People are going about their usual business of work, shopping, and meeting friends or family. The marketplace is still busy and loud as ever. The sky is clear and sunny, the first day this week. For the past couple days it was a little cloudy, so today is really nice and people are enjoying the weather. But it's not just the weather that's getting everyone excited! Whimsical Spirit is having a grand show starting at 6:00 in the afternoon. It's an odd time considering they always open at noon, but since this show is called Shooting Star, the night might play a big factor. It's a logical reason everyone grew to accept. Anyway, moving on, a lot of big-named businessmen and people are showing up. Since the ticket is three times the price, only the rich are willing and able to afford it. Expectations for this show is high and it's contents has everyone talking in town.

News to the roleplayer. . . the sun will start setting at 8:00! Your seat will be on your ticket so you can sit next to whomever you want. Plan it, plot it, or surprise people.. choose your pick! Doors open at 5:00 but who says you can't sneak in or have special permission to enter, yea? I actually do plan on having the show be played and not time skipped through the whole thing! Rather, each act will have just one post with 15-30 min of information. I don't want the audience to feel left out which is why I want the acts to be in one post. But if this ends up not working out, then I will time skip if it's better for the life of the rp and I'll sum up the show ;D

About Shooting Star. . . I want this to be like a play! A story about a lonely boy and his music. It will be a verbally mute play for all the performers. For the whimsy's, be creative with the story. NO. PRESSURE.

_____5:00 | doors open
_____6:00 | Dorus gives introductions
_____6:15 | the play begins! Act I - lonely life
_____7:00 | Rin's first piano solo
_____7:35 | Ella's first appearance
_____8:00 | end of act I
_____8:15 | start of act II - key to the heart
_____9:00 | climax buildup
_____10:00 | grand finale
_____10:30 | the end
_____11:00 - 12:00 | party at the gallery





Durppie


sick 6 sick


silumnis


PateFist


twilightsymphonies


candie_girl23


smutty cannivbal prince


Ararelia

[sick 6 sick]

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"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and

『 charlie becket 』
t h e x s o o t h i n g x l u l l a b y x o f x t h e x m a c h i n e

admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals."



LOCATION Nova ____COMPANY no one ____THEME stranger


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9:00 am.

The billowing mountains loomed over the ancient city like glorious white giants, contrasting the stark architecture of this antique metropolis. Down below, a man trailed those tight cobblestone streets, yellow gaze ever vigilant upon his alien surroundings. Charlie had never ventured far from Etherine's walls, whether it was lack of funds or incentive, he hardly ever felt much of a wanderlust until fate flung him out into the world. Nova might've only been half the size of his home town, and yet it seemed to emanate a certain character of both majesty and secrecy. Like a mysterious woman, it beckoned for Charlie to unveil its hidden marvels, taunting him with its labyrinthian alleyways and alluring shop fronts.

As tantalizing as it all was, Charlie hadn't the time for play, as today marked the start of his first high paying, big name project. He would no longer be the shadow of child labor, but instead a new man; not just the backwash of industrialization but the creator of it. With all of these inner musing churning within him, the man couldn't help but allow a spark to flare within the depths of his smoldering gaze. He had a swagger in his step and a determination in the grip in his heavy hands.

All the while a horned dog trotted next to him, her thick black fur giving the illusion of a large bulky beast. She was a rather peculiar canine, a Frankenstein's monster if you will -- the body of a wolf, the horns of a ram, the tail of a lion -- all working in unison to form a noble yet strange companion. Such chimeras were not uncommon around Lyna, though it was a rare sight to see one as docile as Charlie's. Much like her master, she was a creature ripe with the hardships of life, and from the look of the scars that nicked her body, it was easy to see why. A mechanical limb of Charlie's own design further accentuated the creature's gruffness, causing her movements to appear a tad boorish.

Reaching an intricate structure lined with tall columns and a grand entrance, Charlie's brow grew heavy with thought, reaching into his back pocket for a crumpled wad of vellum. Straightening the sheet out, his eyes scrutinized the directions scribbled upon it with a growing anxiousness. This was it. Whimsical Spirit, a theatrical phenomenon that had dominated the creative world since its opening debut. Upon noticing her master's change in expressions, the dog gave a few low whines, rubbing her snout against his pant leg. At this Charlie gave a subtle smirk, ruffling the creature's black fur with a gloved hand. "What, you ready to get to work?" He huffed affectionally, before turning his focus back to the heavy entrance doors.

Once inside, the two gazed around the stale air as a wave of awe washed over them. There was something curious about this place, something ethereal and intangible that words alone could never hope to describe. It was old yet crisp, eccentric yet humble, lavish yet earthly. He had seen the blueprints, he knew the dimensions, yet seeing it in person was a completely different matter.

Focus. It was time to focus.

Exhaling sharply, the man made his way through the seating area to the stage, where metals, wooden planks, and other such building materials awaited him in a silent restlessness. Master Cole had arranged for everything to be in place by the time Charlie arrived, and by the looks of things it was no bluff. Allowing a content grin to spread across his sun kissed features, the man was quick to get down to business.

The next few hours went by rather quickly, as he hacked and hammered away while occasionally wiping the sweat off his brow. His idea for the stage was simple, a rotating circular platform with interlocking panels and trap doors. The panels would be easily switched out to form flat wooden cut outs of forests or builds, or whatever the setting called for, while the trap doors allowed for the cast to move in and out of scenes more fluidly. On top of this stage would be two smaller stages, also circular and rotatable, yet with less panels and only one trap door. These two were the hardest to instale, as they also had to be able to move up and down depending on the scene. If anyone had been observing him at this point, they'd be in for an ear-full of not so friendly phrases.

The time was now 4 o'clock sharp, and his poor dog, who had grown tired of the man's endless tinkering, had fallen into a deep sleep under one of the red audience chairs. Meanwhile, Charlie gazed up at the fruits of his labor with a satisfied smirk. Man, being able to breath life into his immaculate conception was like some kind of new high, and even though his body ached he couldn't help but feel a flush of ecstasy rattle through his bones.

And yet, he was getting ahead of himself. There was still work to do.

Oh well, those were all tiny finishing touches, he thought to himself, and besides, he could use a quick smoke break. Stepping outside, he was baffled to see how the city had transformed since that morning, watching as colorful characters flooded the streets and markets in a sea of chatter. He noticed a few girls squealing at the posters that lined the theater's stone walls, obviously excited for the show. Smiling, he placed a loosely rolled cigarette between his lips, lighting it with a match while using his free hand to cup the flame. Inhale, exhale, and then the whole world felt like bliss. Nothing could rain on his parade.

Or so he thought.

[MarukawaBubbleGum]

Keith knew it was going to be an amazing day. After seeing the first flyer last month of the upcoming Shooting Star, he predicted the greatness of August 13th. Today. This moment. Right now.

"I can taste the magic!" He sang high to the sky. Everyone nearby laughed.

"Oh yea? And how was it?" someone asked.

"Wonderful," Keith chuckled and waved the strangers goodbye.

The residents of Nova had known Keith since he started living here five months ago. There was a fountain at the central plaza he goes to perform his knife throwing tricks. People crowed around him daily during his street shows. They clap, cheer, and cry with awe. He gets tips throughout his charades, but the money comes more when he does something dangerous. And he loves doing dangerous stunts. The guards of Nova though...not so much. He doesn't have a good relationship with them. At least everyone else accepts him. Some even help him escape from the guards pursuit.

Speaking of guards, one of them had been following Keith since this morning. Sheesh, don't you got better things to do then tail me around? He hadn't even done anything since he woke up. All he did was get some breakfast and visited some friends. Not once had he pulled out his knives from his belt. It's as if the authorities expected him to murder someone.

Not liking the idea of being stalked, Keith glanced around for escape routes. After spotting a secluded path, he ran. He knew this city inside and out. Every turn he made, every vendor he dodged, he did it with precision. He could hear the guard shout behind him, telling people to get out of the way. The chase was on, but too bad Keith will be winning this one. He entered the small gap between two apartments. The alleys are practically his playground. It was a maze of endless openings and that he mastered after having to run away from the guards so many times. And not only guards, but thieves. They liked to attack homeless people because they're easy prey.

As soon as he dashed out of the ally, he nearly knocked someone over. "Whoops, sorry about that!" Keith apologized as he kept running. He didn't even turn to see what the man looked like. The only thing on his mind was getting into the clear zone.

After passing a couple more blocks, he finally decided to take a rest. His chest rose and fell quickly as he tried to catch some air. At least he got his daily exercise for today. Once he confirmed the guard was no where to be seen, he started walking. Keith ended up not too far from Whimsical Spirit. After ten minutes, he could already see the theater. Seeing the tall structure never ceased to take the breath out of him.

"Wow," He said with a big grin on his face. Today he felt like something magical was going to happen.

He stopped at the entrance and didn't go inside. There were already people outside conversing about their lives, or catching up with old friends. From the way they held themselves, anyone could tell they were from rich society. Some people even went inside Whimsical Spirit to hang out in the lobby or buy some tickets. The doors to the stage room don't open for another half hour.

Keith stood away from the rest. He stared at the door, the people, and looked at his money pouch. Some coins chimed inside as he shook it, but it wasn't nearly enough for a ticket. He never had enough to buy one, let alone buy the one for Shooting Star. Three times the usual pricing was so expensive. Something amazing was going to happen in the show, and it's going to be the best one since their opening. He could feel it. If only he could see this one for all that it's worth.

[smutty cannibal prince]

VIVIAN FAELITE
it's only a dream in reality
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With Shooting Star's opening night only a few hours away the theater was rather busy with life. At least it seemed so to a whimsy that appeared as a young woman with blonde hair tied back in a bun that was surely a mess. Here, there, and everywhere she had been throughout the day in a frenzied attempt to keep things in check and on schedule. The hype of the show was enough to put any of them a little on edge but Vivian Faelite felt a personal responsibility to make sure everything ran perfectly. Not a single little slip up could happen anywhere at any point during the show. . . and consequently the day.

Her feet slid across the hardwood floors with ease as she avoided wearing shoes at nearly an cost. Few things could get her into the contraptions that scrunched up ones foot and did not allow it to breath. They were uncomfortable and the reasoning behind anybody wearing them was beyond her. From one department to another making sure everything was on schedule. A few things topped her mind though in terms of priorities. Keeping Rin from napping, keeping Elle from wondering off on some adventure and instead focused on the last rehersal before show was in the top spots. Followed by making sure her younger sister, Kylee, got any help that she needed on finishing up costumes and making them in prestine condition to be viewed the the public masses that would be arriving in the evening.

She knew though that her siblings would never do anything to botch a theater performance. Especially one this large with so many people coming to watch. So many people were counting on this show to be fabulous otherwise it was a waste of money and resources for them to travel to get there. She let a smile play on her lips at such a thought. Of course the show was going to be completely flawless. They always were and it gave her a sense of pleasure to see the audiences reactions to every movement and sound on stage. Not that she usually took part in the actual production, though this time she was. Vivian had been called up to play a spirit in the story that was going to unfold that night. As such she had already begun the transformation into her costume. Painted up some and wearing a flowy gown that hung slightly longer than mid thigh. Though it was not the same as her typical choice in shirts, as it was supposed to resemble a dress and the fabric was different that her usual, she had to hand it to Kylee. The younger whimsy had clearly done an oustanding job on creating it in a manner that would be acceptable to some of the more uppity outsiders that would come to watch as well as keeping in mind that Vivian was quite picky about her attire.

Vivian pulled at her fairly long blonde hair to tighten the bun that was likely a mess atop her head. Perhipheral vision revealed that she had hair sticking up and out everywhere. Before she could finish getting ready for the production though she had to do one last round of check-ups on everything. If she timed things right she would be finishing up about the same time as the last to seat would be seated and her father would give the introductions. It was the perfect amount of time. As she went through everything on her checklist she found that everything seemed to be in tip top working order. Everyone was doing as they should. At least, the was until she crossed the stage area again and found that the worker had abandoned his post. At this crucial hour even. It was just irresponsible and a slight panic rose in her mind. Her siblings might not do anything to ruin the productive but the theater had been aquiring some outside help as of late that Vivian was not sure about and this particular worker not where he should be finishing up and making sure every last minute thing was being done was unsettling.

He was here though. Had been most of the day and she'd watched him work diligently as she passed by to keep track of other things. Not once had the young woman thought to stop and speak to him though as she had not wanted to interrupt him. Now she wished she had because he was nowhere to be seen. She looked in other areas and crannies around the stage area he had been working in. Nowhere. She tried to calm her mind though. It was fine. The stage was looking good. Everything, as far as she could tell, seemed to be in order and he had been working all day. Vivian could not do it. The girl needed air. Just a couple seconds would be fine.

With pen in mouth, her nerves getting the better of her as she latched onto the bad habit of chewing it, she pushed open the door and stepped outside. The late afternoon breeze was nice and cool. Exactly what she had needed. With a smile she could see that people were already beginning to wait for the doors to be open. It was a bit of satisfaction and yet she found herself filled with an entirely new set of nerves. All of these people were going to be watching her on stage and she wasn't sure she was ready. Even with all the practice and rehersal she was not her siblings and she had not picked up the various talents of the arts.

"Excuse me," Vivian spoke as she removed the pen from between her lips as soon as she saw the male, clearly the same man that was supposed to be doing the final outfitting of the stage, standing there smoking, "Is the stage complete and ready for production? Have you done all the last minute check ups? Tried it several times to make sure that it is in pristine condition?" She allowed a split second of a pause before huffing and speaking again, "I doubt not. There is no time to be spending outside watching the potential patrons and smoking. A waste of precious time that's what that is. I suggest you get back inside and back to work right away."

ooc;; a wild post appears. let me know if anything needs changed. c:

[sick 6 sick]

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"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving, how express and

『 charlie becket 』
t h e x s o o t h i n g x l u l l a b y x o f x t h e x m a c h i n e

admirable in action, how like an angel in apprehension, how like a god: the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals."



LOCATION Nova ____COMPANY vivian ____THEME pickin fights


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Charlie's dog allowed one heavy lid to open at the sound of something scurrying about. Her red gaze soon fell upon the freshly renovated stage, where she spotted a young woman in curious garb. She appeared fluster, anxious, and perhaps a tad too wound up for her own good. Letting out a lethargic yawn, the animal sat itself up off the floor with a curious tilt of her head, watching the female storm out the door in a mess of vexation. Intrigued, the creature was quick to follow, though at a much slower pace. Reaching the entrence doors, the canine slid right out into the streets just before they closed behind the woman, meeting the bright sky with a tired squint. With her dog eyes wafting about, she soon noticed the woman approach her master with a very curt tone.

"Excuse me,"

The smile drained from Charlie's features as he heard the words, eyes shifting in the direction of a fair faced woman with messy hair. Without even bothering to give an introduction, the girl began a stringent monolog of orders, huffing and puffing with each phrase like some self-righteous primadonna. While her mouth ran, the man allowed his gaze to lower inorder to grasp her whole "character." She was pretty cute for a bumbling mess, it was obvious from her pristine bone structure and slender limbs that she was breed for the stage, and yet he could only wonder what resided under all the frills and body paint that veiled her true form.

When she was all done with her little speech, the man took his sweet time in order to puff out a few more breaths from the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, before releasing it casually while simultaneously stomping it out with one heavy boot. He then looked back at her, yielding a sarcastic smile reminiscent of all the scum and lowlifes of the world. "Shouldn't you be rehearsing?" He replied in an offhanded tone, turning to face the woman with his apparent high difference looming over her petit frame. "There's gunna be a pretty big crowd tonight, huh? Maybe the biggest yet. It'd be a shame to watch you trip up in front of all those people." Was that a threat? Nah, he was just messing with her. After all, her nerves were so thick they were tangible; could you really blame the guy for having some fun after six straight hours of manual labor?

With that, he walked past her, opening one of the entrance doors before glancing back at her one last time. "Oh... By the way. The name's Charlie. I suggest you use it the next time you wanna tell me how t' do my job." The door closed soon after, leaving his dog, who he hadn't even noticed was there, staring up at the girl with a soft whine and tilt of her head. Why were they all so upset?

Back inside, Charlie huffed and puffed all the way down to the stage, murmuring under his breath about what a b***h the girl from earlier had been. The guy had been so self absorbed in his own glory that he had failed to realize just how frightening this all must've been for poor Vivian, who was nowhere near the age she appeared, and nowhere near as experience as she acted. Then again, how could he know? Such supernatural things were not realities in his world. Dolls just couldn't be sentient beings, and even if they could how would he ever realize that about a girl with real human emotions and fears? All that aside, he was just too cocky to admit that she had every right to pester him.

Now backstage, the man stepped before a large lever, before taking it in both hands and yanking it to one side. As he did this, the stage's many panels began to morph and shift, transforming into a a mystical forest made of numerous cutouts of twisted trees and exotic flowers, layering each other to form a sense of depth and the illusion of a grander space. Pulling the lever once more, the scene switched to form towering buildings and old cathedrals as a city block unfolded before his eyes. One more pull, and another world emerged, this time the inside of an extravagant ballroom.

There. She wanted him to make sure things were in order and he did. Maybe now she could afford to relax a little.

[MarukawaBubbleGum]

Ｄｏｒｕｓ Ｆａｅｌｉｔｅ_________________________-

"For my children, I want to live. I can't die before them. I can't. I can't. . ."





While everyone was out rehearsing and preparing for the play, Dorus was in his office writing letters. He was there since this morning just writing. Sometimes he'd run out of things to say and would take a break. Sometimes he felt like his fingers couldn't move anymore. Sometimes he'd run out of lines and would have to go look for more stationary. But one thing was for sure, he wasn't budging till he finished.

After closing the letters in an envelope and piling them on his desk, he finally was able to relax. With a satisfied sigh, Dorus stretched his arms and was finally able to leave his office. He had to check up on his kids. After spending so much money on the production crew and set designs, he was sure his children would be nervous. This was going to be their big performance yet. Dorus wrote the script himself, and it hits home most compared to the other plays he'd written. That goes to show how important Shooting Star was to him. If he didn't see it today, then he wouldn't know if he'd be able to see it tomorrow.

Once Dorus turned into the right hallway, he saw a leg sticking out from around the corner. Without seeing the rest of the body, he knew who it was. "Rin, what are you doing out here?" he said as he walked over to wake the boy up. "Shouldn't you be rehearsing with Elarinya?" Dorus looked up and down the empty hallway, noticing how quiet it was. Everyone must be busy in the theater room. "Come on, up up. You wouldn't want Vivian to scold you again, would you?" he chuckled as he tried motivating Rin to get to work. "Let's go find your sisters. You've got your part memorized, right?" he asked with a smile as they began heading to the stage.

[Writer of Unknown Worlds]

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XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX"The dragon teaches you that if you want to climb high you have to do it against the wind"

〖LOCATION: Whimsical Spirit 〗〖WITH:Keith〗〖OUTFIT: main picture 〗〖OOC: not the best but there you go〗


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Lon leaned back in the leather saddle, sighing heavily as he closed his eyes and pointed his face in the direction of the bright afternoon sun. Its radiant warmth was a welcome change over the dismal gray cloud of the past few days. Trapped within the crowed city with its many residence and visitors the elf had felt his sanity trying to slip away from him. He needed his space, his alone time. He needed the sky stretching out before him and the feeling of a dragon ,with all its majestic power, under him. Now, for the first time in days, he had that but he could not enjoy it as he normally did. Instead his thoughts were clouded and not even the suns brilliance could seem to shine light upon his mind.

Letting out another deep sigh the dragon tamer opened his eyes and shifted the dark blue orbs to look at the city that the pair were quickly approaching after an hour of exercises to rid the dragon of days of pent up energy. Nova. In truth he would not of been here now if business had not summoned him here. Come Spring his partnership with a well liked breeder would come to an end, and the aging human was most eager to know that the young dragon back on Moonshine would be more than ready for the races of the Kadenza Festival. The talk of races had quickly taken a turn for the worse when the human had joked about how the Drakesbane and his prized dragon had been absent from the last two stamina races. "Perhaps you fear she has grown to old.". were the exact words used, and Lon Tiernan the Drakesbane could not deny that there was a certain amount of truth ringing in those words. "You are not as young as you once were." He whispered softly as he took his eyes from the hyperactive city below, and rested his gaze on his oldest friend. To admit these words out loud almost caused a physical pain. Neketa turned her antlered head slightly so that her eye looked upon the rider, a feeling of inquisitiveness leaking into the elf through the connection of their hearts. Lon was not a fairy, he could not communicate to the dragon in a tongue that it could wholly understand. All he could do was let it feel what he felt, and in return he felt what she felt.

The ninety something year old dragon was making quick work of his figuring out his feelings. "Neketa." Lon said sharply as he felt the dragon's mood shift as she picked up on 'old'. Old was a feeling, and that feeling associated with her had been taken as an insult. The dragon shook her head and snorted, the muscles under the saddled bunching together before she gave a powerful downward stroke of her wings. The dragon shot upwards into the sky, ignoring her rider's commands. Higher and higher she climb, the wind tearing at Lon's raven's locks, but it hindered the dragon none at all. It had only been one short, but felt rather long, minute before her ascent slowed and eventually stalled. For a minute she hung in the sky, wings outlined by the rays of the sun, then the fall began. She folded her wings, tucking the limbs tight against her body, and pointed her nose towards the ground; towards the city of Nova. Lon had no control at the moment but he did not feel afraid. Instead he felt a thrill pounding in his heart as adrenaline rushed through him. The wind whipped past him, stinging his skin and eyes, as the city approached faster and faster. Those watching from below were probably wondering if he would pull out of his dive soon, and the longer he did not the more anxious they probably grew. At the last possible second the dragon's wings unfolded and caught the passing wind. Neketa turned, barely missing the top of buildings, and the wind of her passing blowing over a few stalls in the marketplace. Angry vendors and guards shouted more than a few curses at him but all Lon could do was laugh as he was filled with a certain level of joy. His or the dragon's no one would be able to say for sure. The momentum of the dragon carried her back into the air but this time when Lon pulled upon the reins she readily listened, cartwheeling back in the direction they had just come.

The market place, the central plaza, and the renowned Whimsical Spirit passed below them as they headed back to the rather expensive stables where dragons were housed. The stables were rather too elaborate and gaudy for Lon's taste, but it was a place for Neketa to stay, so he could not complain no matter how much the price hurt. Dragons were a rather expensive commodity, a reason why only the rich could really afford them. Unhooking himself from the saddle he slide to the ground, landing lightly on his feet. "I heard you. Loud and clear." Lon laughed as the dragon nudged him with her snout, a feeling of amused satisfaction rolling off of her. "You're not to old yet." Neketa gave a snort that could only mean 'No s**t'. Laughing again, really a rare sight to see on such a stoic elf, he lead his beloved friend into the stables. Quickly, with experienced hands, he removed the saddle and patted the dragon down. Scarred fingers ran over the smooth, scales that changed color depending on the light that hit them. Elegant swirls decorated the dragon hide like graceful flowing rivers. "Do not worry, we shall go home tomorrow." He told her, scratching her head affectionately as he sent her feelings of 'home' and 'wait'. There was a flickering of sadness and acceptance in the dragon. She would wait, but he would not be happy about. Lon patted her with a sad smile then moved away. He had someplace to be, even if he had not originally intended to be there at all.

Walking through the city Lon's observant blue eyes took in the many posters for Shooting Star. Since he had arrived in Nova it was all he had heard about. People had inquired if he intended to go, for being a dragon tamer surly meant he had more than enough money to spare, but the truth was Lon could not of afford to go even if he had had the slightest intention of doing so. It was his little secret that though he was one of the top ranking tamers and breeders on Moonshine, he also happen to be one of the poorest of the elite; and not for the reasons people would think. When he had arrived in Nova he had had no intention of seeing Whimsical Spirit's newest, and most expensive, production but fate was a funny thing. He found himself sitting at a table playing a rather lousy game of cards when a man placed two tickets on the table instead of the much preferred coins. None of the others seemed to mind, and Lon was certain he would lose this hand anyway, so no objections had been made. How the hell he won even he wasn't sure of, but by the end of that night the elf had two tickets to the play in his pocket. Two tickets and no one to see it with. He lived a loner life, the majority of his friends were animals, so the fact that he arrived in front of the theater should not of been a surprised.

Placing his hands into the pockets of his jacket he looked around slowly, recognizing some of the face waiting to go inside. They were richly dressed and carried themselves with an air or superiority that marked them as the upper class. There were, or course, those like him who had worked their way to their wealth. Like him they carried the scars of their labor on their body with pride. They were dressed well, unlike him. His clothes were simple and piratical. The material was of good quality, not the most expensive, but surely not the cheapest. He had been going for something sturdy and could withhold the cutting winds he sometimes flew through. It was not really something he would wear to a theater but he doubted he had time to change now. He did at least run his fingers through his windblown hair as he looked around, trying to straighten out the mess it had become. He made sure, though, to not let his ears be seen. Elves were easily identify by the point of their ears, points he was messing. He had them once, but all that remained were tattered pieces of flesh.

Lon's hands went back to his pocket, fingering the extra ticket as his gaze finally landed on one who clearly did not belong. The human youth was looking at his money bag, at the people, then back at the tall structure before him. Before Lon could give himself the time to think he approached the boy. "You do not look to be one who can afford this place on this night." He said quietly as he looked at boy curiously. "I have seen you before, in the plaza I believe." Yes, Lon could remember him now. The performer and his throwing knives. From what Lon had observed this kid had a knack for angering the guards, though to the elf he was rather harmless. It was, at times, amusing to watch. "Would you be interested in this?" The elf questioned as he pulled out the ticket, holding it up in front of Kieth.



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[sunriseparilla]

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{✦The night before had mostly been a blur for him. A very large, very happy, fun filled blur. From early yesterday morning until late at night, he and his siblings had done nothing but play and eat. It was one of the best days he could have asked for. Though after that, he couldn’t remember much. What he did remember was waking up at the crack of dawn, aka 9am. Like a good child, Rin had washed up, gotten ready, and practiced his part in the play. Seeing as he was one of the main characters, it was hard not to feel a bit intimidated. But as he had been practicing for the better part of…he couldn’t even remember. It had been a long time, he knew that much. Anyway, it had clearly gotten to the point where he didn’t even want to so much as look at his beloved piano anymore. After two hours of plinking along and organizing his songs, he had gotten up and retreated back to his room. Or at least he would have, had the floor of the hallways not looked so very comfortable. ‘Just a quick nap,’ he had thought and quickly dozed off. Not any sooner than he had closed his eyes, that Rin heard a voice. Was he dreaming again? Probably. He groaned and tried to swat away the voice, but with no luck. It sounded vaguely familiar though. Rin opened his eyes and tried to get everything into focus. A weird looking shape stood in his line of sight. A weird, father looking shape.

Rin’s eyes widened as he hastily sat up. If Father was there…then…he looked around and listened for any noises that would indicate his siblings in their rooms. Upon hearing nothing, he sheepishly looked up to his father and smiled. Was it that late already? He had thought for sure only a few minutes had gone by since he shut his eyes. Sighing, he stood up and brushed some invisible dirt from his pants leg. There went his nap. Although he should have expected he would be interrupted by someone eventually. His hiding spot wasn’t the greatest after all. But he was somewhat grateful it was only Father who found him. Had it been Vivi…Rin rubbed his ear, just imagining the scolding and reprimanding she would do. Snapping back to the present, he nodded earnestly and began to follow. Rin nodded once more and made a thumbs up gesture. He was so ready for this play. So ready that he didn’t need to practice any more. Like. At all.

A few steps later, he stopped in his tracks and tugged at his father’s shirt, signaling him to wait just a minute. Rin dashed back to his room and rummaged through his desk. When he spotted the familiar, black notebook and pen, he let out a breath of relief and snatched it from its place. He ran back to where Dorus was waiting and waved his prizes in the air like trophies. He scribbled something in his notepad, then thought better of it and scratched it all out once again. He could ask later. Once they arrived at the stage area, the first thing he noticed was that it had all been already set up and ready. That nap really had taken a long time. Rin looked around the area, a confused look passing through his features. He made a face and tugged at his father’s shirt. Once again, he scribbled something in his notepad, but this time held it up for the old man to see, ‘I thought you said the others would be here. Lies.’ He tucked the notepad away and stepped closer to the stage. It certainly looked beautiful. He wondered who could have done this in such a short amount of time. Climbing up on the stage, Rin took the opportunity to inspect all the little details. He touched a cut out tree and nodded his approval, then turned back to his father and smiled widely.❤}



OOC: temporary layout my lovelies, just until I get things in order xD

[Writer of Unknown Worlds]

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〖LOCATION: The Stage〗〖WITH: Charlie, Rin, Dorus, Vivian (maybe?)〗〖OUTFIT: something similar to whats in her picture〗〖OOC: that mean Charlie scaring the poor baby evil 〗


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Activity. That was all there had been within the inner workings of the theater since the first member of the Faelite had opened their eyes. There was just so much to be done and no one had time to dawdle about, not with this being the opening night for Shooting Star. The city was just swirling in energy over this latest production, but for Kylee Faelite there was so much more reason to be excited than a grand show. From the minute her violet eyes had opened a smile had spread across her face as she held her stuffed bunny up in the air before squeezing it happily. "Today's the day. Today's the day. TODAY'S THE DAY!" He had squealed excitedly, kicking her legs as her happiness refused to be contain and busted forth in a show of failing limbs. Tearing the blankets away the young whimsy all but flew from her bed, bare feet thudding loudly on the hardwood floor as she made a mad dash to the closet. "Today's the day, Busby!" she told the bunny again as she placed on the floor then reached into the closet to pull out a pale purple dress that would stop just about her knees. "Today I shall become an actress!" She proclaimed proudly, stressing the last word as she added on a bit of dramatic flare, and then collapsed into a fit giggles at her own silliness.

All the Faelite children had important roles within the theater, and each took to that role like a star, but acting had never been the role assigned to Kylee. With small, nimble fingers her lot had fell to the thread and the needle, to looking at the fabrics and seeing the beautiful masterpiece waiting to be created. Oh, she loved with out a doubt! Especially when it was all said and done, when she got to her brother and sisters dressed in their costumes and taking the stage. They all looked so beautiful, striking, and charming. People loved them and it filled her small, young heart with happiness. Yet, there was some jealousy as well. They were out in the spotlight and she was backstage, doing last minute alterations and quick repairs. She wished, oh how she had wished, that even for a brief moment she could be the one in the spot like. Today was that day!! She could barely contain her excitement long enough to quickly brush her hair before putting the thick lilac locks in messy pigtails. After pulling on stockings that matched her dress, but left the shoes as she only wore them outside, the girl dashed out the door. Only to return in a mad rush as she realized she had left Mr.Busby behind. "If you fall behind Vivian will scorn you." she said with a giggle as she took the bunny's stuffed paws in each hand and began to dance down the hallway.

Kylee didn't have to wonder to hard about what her older sister was doing. Fussing and worrying, like always when there was a show to be put on. Though even the happy whimsy could tell the blonde was more stressed than ever. Something about this being the biggest production, and expenses, and pleasing the customers. Kylee understood it all, which was why she had been working so diligently at the outfits and rehearsals, but at the same time all she could truly focus on was her excitement over the role she got to play. "I get to be a love spirit. It's so romantic!" She said to Mr.Busby, as she had several times since she had been given the role. Entering the room that had been set up as her workroom the young seamstress placed the bunny on a small stool and turned to look proudly at the life sized mannequins that filled the room. Each was dressed in a skillfully made costume for tonight's grand play. Some were finished and others still had a few touches to made here and there. The girl's violet eyes landed one that was not quite finished. A dress that reminded her of the raising dawn; pale golds, pinks, and some other fleshy tones made up the color scheme of the flowy gown. This was her's she would wear this tonight! She couldn't wait! Oh..but she had too. How saddening. There were still several hours to go and much work to be down.

With that in mind the girl, appearing as a young teen though she was in fact no older than six, grabbed the tools of her trade and got to work. It was quite an amazing thing to see, this little ball of energy suddenly become still, everything focus upon the precise movements of her fingers. Her little face was scrunched up in concentration, at times her tongue sticking out as she took a minute to think. She would look up when Vivian the worrying taskmaster came to check up on her, but it would always be clear that the this lover of purple was entirely focused on the work in front of her instead of the much beloved older sister. Hours passed in this way and before long Kylee looked up to realize that she completed her work. Her fingers were cramped, her eyes slightly tired, and her stomach finally breaking into her concentration to inform her that she had missed lunch. "Come on, Mr.Busby, I bet there are cookies in the kitchen." Kylee grabbed the bunny as she passed and skipped out the room, passing by a napping Rin as she did so. 'Silly brother, you gonna get in trouble.' She giggled in her head but did not wake the much beloved older brother. He had put in a lot of effort and deserved the sleep. She wasn't going to inform Vivian of this. Nope, no way.

In case your wondering, Kylee never made it to the kitchen. She took a route past that lead her past the stage area, and the sound of someone working had her stopped dead in her tracks. She had been informed that they were hiring more outside help than usually, including someone to work on building a stage that would be as elaborate as the script had been grand. Filled with an inquisitive curiosity she quietly moved forward, sticking to the backstage area as she peeked out from behind the curtains. The man so intently at work was....Well, rather intimidating looking to be honest. Perhaps that was just to Kylee. Unlike her siblings, Kylee did not leave the theater was much. She never had much of a desire to as everything she wanted was here. Her father and her siblings. That did mean she didn't venture out into the city, just never alone. She rarely liked doing things alone. Kylee sat down upon the floor, scooting out past the curtain but still sticking to the shadows as she watched the stranger work. Mr.Busby sat in her lap and she had her arms warped around him and her chin resting on his soft, stuffed head. Kylee was in fact a rather shy girl around strangers, so while she wanted to go up and say hi, she needed the time to build up her courage.

She had been sitting there for a few minutes, or thirty..honestly, who is keeping count anyway?....when the man seemed to decide that it was time for a break. Good! He had been working rather hard it seemed to Kylee. The chimera dog had completely escaped the young girl's noticed and continued to do as she stood up to finally make her way to the kitchen. It was probably a rather lucky move on her part that she had decided to go after those cookies in the kitchen, as while she was gone Vivian came snooping out the stage. If she had seen how not in costume Kylee was there was sure to be a scolding involved. It wasn't long, though, before the girl returned and with little hesitation move to the platform that the man had been hard at work on. Stepping upon it she looked at the trap doors in it, opening one and peeking in. The sound of someone returning caused her to jumped and she dropped Mr Busby in the opening, where she quickly followed in an attempt to hide. Imagine her great surprise when the whole entire stage began to change it shape. With a loud, surprised squeak that echoed around the large room she jumped from back out of the trapdoor, dear Mr.Busby being quite forgotten in her panic. Kyle made a quick dash for the backstage, bursting forth through the current only find herself facing the intimidating worker man. She screamed. Honestly she didn't mean too. Between the fright from the stage and coming face to face with a total stranger, her poor heart said to scream. She clamped her hands over her mouth, purple eyes wide and starting to tear up as she took a quick step back. Taking a step back the whimsy, who looked like an elf, turned on the balls of her feet and dashed off in the opposite direction. "Vivian! Rin!." she called loudly as she ran, turning quickly as she spotted one of the owners of the names she called out. Without even slowing down she latched onto her older brother's arm as she buried her face in his arm. "It ate Mr.Busby, Rin." she said, her voice muffled by his sleeves and frightened tears as she realized she had left her dear toy friend behind.


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[twilightsymphonies]

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˝I'm not... c-c-crazy... if that's what you're s-saying.˝

ʽʽI'm just... simply.. passi-- ... pretty... kitty... smile... I must be going, no time for hello or goodbye.ʼʼ

Pacing outside of her small shop, a young woman was whispering to herself. Makailyn noticed the woman looking almost snow white, and there was a noticeable limp occurring in her left leg. Smiling, Makailyn approached the female outside who was cursing under her breath saying a choice of colorful words."Ma'am, follow me,"she spoke softly as she guided the woman into her shop."I'm supposed to go to the Whimsical Spirit to see the new play!" she mumbled as she followed Makailyn to a chair.

Slowly pulling the pant leg up, Makailyn saw a deep cut on the woman's slender legs as if she were intentionally cut and covered it up."Madam, how did you get this cut?" Of course, it's always nice to get a truthful answer, that was highly unlikely, especially if a reputation was to be kept. Mentally sighing, she pinned the pant leg up, and grabbed a small damp cloth to begin wiping the dried rose petal colored blood that was smeared. After a few moments, the woman spoke up,"I--I was attacked-- uh.. by my, uh.. neighbor. He's sort of--not all there." Shaking her head, Makailyn grabbed a vile of alcohol and turned it upside down on a second clean cloth before warning the woman about the sting. Dabbing the cloth on the gash, Makailyn held the woman's hand for support as she cleared the wound of dirt and the remainder of blood."Now, I'm going to apply an ointment to it composed of aloe which is going to help protect you from evil while also helping your wound heal more efficiently." Smiling reassuringly at the woman, she wrapped bandages around the gap and helped her up.

"Are you going to attend the play tonight? It's supposed to be the best one yet! Oh, and thank you for the repair."
"The leg, it's not a problem, and I don't have the money..--I should make the show tonight. Thank you for coming to me for the help. You should be fully healed in about nine days." Makailyn waved as the woman left a small bag of coins in her hand. Would she be able to attend the play today? It was all the way in Nova which was south from her homeland of New Vita. Boats were definitely not her forte, and traveling by foot was not the greatest when it came to this long distance. She'd miss the show for sure.Maybe, I'll travel by one of the forest animals. She thought as she began to lock the shop up. Placing things back on high shelves, the long haired blonde smiled. After all these years, she'd been so thrilled to have this place to call hers. Closing the vile of alcohol, she placed it on the counter which took up the back portion of the medical structure.

Washing out the two used pieces of cloth, she looked out the two large windows in the front of her shop. This city was beautiful. It was home. As she wrung out the two pieces of cloth, she placed them on a line and let them hang. Leaving the shop was always the hardest time of the day because she knew sometimes people got injured during the evening and she'd only be able to help them the next morning. Sighing shyly, she locked the front door to her shop and walked down the road towards the edge of the city. Luckily, her shop was on the outskirts of town where it was neither extremely busy nor in need of having a tumble weed crossing her road.

Her eyes danced as she began heading to the area of forest where a horse of hers was kept. Well, at least she liked to call him her own. Sirdal, she named him. It was elvish for River Foot. The name meant that he was quick on his feet almost as if he were swimming on water. Which gave her a great idea. Running through the woods, she glanced around only to spot her bare back, stark white horse. A glimpse of happiness filled her eyes as her lips formed into an immediate smile as she watched the creature trot toward her. The large horse had bright blue eyes for no apparent reason and its heart was warm as fire. Sirdal brushed his snout against her hand. Laughing, Makailyn pulled an apple out of her loose satchel hanging from her side. Placing it in the palm of her hand, he snatched the apple up in a swift yet thankful motion."I know you can't understand me, but we are going to be walking along the water to travel to Nova. We are going to see the play today." The horse was too absorbed in the apple to care about what Makailyn was talking about.

Jumping onto a fallen tree's stump, Makailyn then climbed onto the horse, carefully using her legs to guide it towards the lake. What was she supposed to do when they reached the booth? I don't have the money for a regular show... But I'd love to see the super expensive one. Chuckling to herself, she watched trees pass the two as they rode toward the lake.

About an hour later

Reaching the lake, Makailyn dismounted Sirdal as she fed him another large red apple from the palm of her small hand. It'd take a few more hours on horseback to reach the city of Nova, and the boat system would be faster, but that wasn't the point. Makailyn would rather be two hours late than to cruise on a boat down a river. Adjacent to the horse, the blonde walked along the lake until it began to slim down. The river began to flow at a moderate current. Not too fast and not too terribly slow. It still didn't seem inviting to the herbalist. Neighing, the horse shook his head as he trotted a pace faster than before. He wanted to run, but he knew his friend would disprove unless she was atop him. Sirdal stopped mid trot so that his friend would be able to ride him. Grinning as the horse waited, the elf pulled her body onto the horse as her bare feet barely touched the bottom of his stomach. This was going to be a long ride for the two of them. The bouncing up and down as the muscular horse began to pick up speed seemed like a familiar home. Carefully grabbing onto his mane, the blonde leaned forward as the steed ran aside of the beautiful river full of goods and people.

Her heart racing, Makailyn let go of the mane and put her hand in the air to resemble a bird. She felt free when she was riding on this horse. Their hearts felt as if they were almost one when they rode. A great deal of trust was in both of their heads and hearts. They both relied on the other's intelligence and choices. This partnership was unlike any other Kai had ever had.

They were almost at the city of Nova after three hours of riding nonstop. Makailyn's fingers grew tired of braiding the elegant mane of her horse. Intricate braids filled the horse's mane and tail as they both continued riding toward the city gates. This play was supposed to be extravagant and beautiful. The name of the play had something to do with a star. Invitations were placed all through her home city of New Vita and there were probably many flyers throughout the rest of the cities in Lyna. The Whimsical Spirit was already an expensive theater that everyone in Lyna knew about whether they attended a showing or not. It was the best theater around. People like Makailyn didn't attend these events because of the cost or the importance of the work, but everyone was supposed to attend this as advertised. It felt as if people were required to go, rich or poor, they were supposed to find the money or barter with others to find the money.

Growing excited, Sirdal and Makailyn reached the opening gates of Nova where a long line of people waited. Stroking the mane of her beast, she looked down to see many hundreds of people walking through the gates of Nova. It was so beautiful to see this many people in one location. Smirking with excitement, Makailyn and her horse crossed through the gates of Nova without trouble. The city looked so beautiful. She'd only been here a few times and by far this was the best. Making her way to the ticket booth of the Whimsical Spirit, Kai waited to see the price of tickets. The line for the theater was pretty outstanding, and most people were not being turned away. In fact, a lot of people either had tickets already or they had the money to pay for one. The anxiety Kai was feeling now was overwhelming, she has become afraid that she cannot pay for her own ticket.

[Soda Pressing]

With such a hectic day yesterday, it was no surprise that Juliana was fast asleep, lightly snoring under a heap of blankets, pillows, and stuffed toys. All that as visible was bits of ebony hair here and there. It was normal for her to sleep the day away in her cocoon of cuddly things when she had an exceptionally busy day. The day at the carnival had zapped all her energy. But today was supposed to be an important day. Especially for her favorite person in the world! Her Daddy. She had been dreaming of him when her deep green eyes popped open. Her small body stretched under the warm pile of goodies. Her small feet peeked out near the top of her bed. That's when her dream returned to her mind. She was the star of Shooting Star, not Ella, and Daddy was praising her for her wonderful performance.

Shooting straight into a sitting position, Julia remembered that the show was tonight. Probably quite soon for the position of the sun in the sky. "Oh, no! Daddy's going to be so disappointed," she cried to her stuffed animals covering her legs. "I have to get ready!" The young child bounded out of bed, scattering an assortment of different animals in all shapes and sizes. Her feet connected with the cool wood floor with a thump and she was off. Pulling clothes out of the drawers. Grabbing one of her frilly cream blouses and a white skirt, she tugged her nightgown over her head and wiggled into the fresh attire. Grabbing a pair of pink socks she plopped down roughly onto her bottom on the floor and pulled them on harshly before scrabbling on hands and knees to her closed door and putting her shoes on. "Time to go, Moo," she said, as she stood and retrieved one of her favorite stuffed toys. It was Moo's day to get to go out with her. After grabbing the spotted cow from the pile of animals that managed to stay on her bed, she turned and flung her bedroom door open but quickly remembered her hair. She grabbed her brush, running it through her thick black hair just enough to get out any tangles before tossing in back in its place and plunging into the hallway, Moo in tow.

Twists and turns were taken quickly as the small figure flew down the halls. Moo held tightly to her chest, not wanting him to dump in to any walls on her quick turns. Soon, she was in the theater. Her eyes scanned the area. It looked lovely. Much different from the last time she had seen it. None of that mattered when she spotted the most important man ever. Dorus, her daddy. "Daddy!" The little girl launched herself at her him, arms outstretched. She was caught no problem before planted firmly back on the ground. That, she was not happy about but she would make do. She slid her hand in his and looked around. Kylee was wailing and making some sort of scene, soiling Rin's sleeve. Surprisingly, Viv wasn't in sight, barking orders like the bossy tyrant she so often was. And where was the awful star of the show? Her eyes moved about, trying to find Ella. A smug smirk formed, glad she couldn't find her. Maybe she was sick and couldn't perform. That's what happened when Julia wasn't made the prime attraction. It should have been her getting all Daddy's attention and praise. Not Ella. The name was a curse in her mind but she pushed it away. Happy thoughts. She needed to focus on happy thoughts or at least anything else. She realized how tightly she had been holding onto dear Daddy's hand and loosened her grip. "Sorry," she squeaked from his side as she tugged him toward her siblings. Maybe if she played nice with them it would earn her some points? "Kylee, what's wrong?" she asked in her most convincing concerned voice.

Look! Here I am: Nova, Whimsical Spirit Theater
Bask in my presence: Dorus, Kylee, and Rin
Tell me how lovely I look: sweet and innocent
I'm all out of cares to give: If I left anyone out or missed/messed up anything let me know and I'll fix it.

Ararelia

PateFist

"talking"
'thinking'

[candie_girl23]

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〖LOCATION: everywhere〗〖WITH: lots of people〗〖OUTFIT: picture〗〖OOC: hope this is okay〗


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The people of Lyna were bustling around the half-elf. Her home town, Nova, was slowly becoming packed as more and more people flocked in to see Shooting Star later this evening and Elarinya loved it. She knew she shouldn’t be out in the city, especially not on such an important day but she couldn’t help it. The trading city was even busier than normal which meant the possibility of more adventures and the thought of it dragged Ella to it like a moth to a flame. ‘I can’t stay out long. Vivan will be going crazy and Father will be worried.’ She told herself but still she continued to weave her way through the growing crowds, wanting to set a new record for how far away from her home she was able to get. Father had taken her and her siblings out a few times all over the city but on those trips he made sure to keep her from wandering off so she never found them much fun, but when she was on her own she was able to do things her own way.

After a few hours of mindlessly meandering, taking side roads to see what treasures they held, stopping to chat with a few local residences that recognized the great dancer, Ella finally made her way to the center of town. She felt giddy. Again she had gone farther than her last adventure, how many more were there before she got out of the city? ‘Let’s take that road and keep going!” Her mind egged her on, itching to experience what the world had to offer. ‘’I’m ready for tonight, spent the early morning going over my routines so it should be fine. A little more can’t hurt.’ She rationalized. It was true though, Ella had woken long before the sun rose to practice. But she figured you can only practice for so long before the body needs a break so that is why she was currently breaking the rules. Suddenly the crowd broke out in a chuckle as a boy sang out, clearly excited for the performance. Ella giggled as a passerby encouraged the boy, people were interesting to watch, they interacted so differently compared to her family.

The clock in the center chimed four long drawn out times causing Ella to stare up at the clock face in shock. “It can’t be.” She whispered. “Oh no oh no.” She started to panic, how had time gone by that fast. It had been only ten when she left the theatre and now it was only an hour till doors opened. “Vivian is going to kill me!” With that she took off running, well tried to run anyways, the crowds were getting thicker and she couldn’t risk a collision and hurting her legs. She needed her legs to dance so it meant the half-elf walked at a very urgent fast pass. ‘I have to hurry.’ She kept chanting to herself in her head, trying her best to push past people in a polite manner, having to constantly say excuse me I’m sorry as she cut in front of people.

Finally Ella could see her home, and the massive line of people wanting to buy a last minute ticket. “There’s no way everyone is going to fit.” She whispered, not wanting to crush the dreams of the people close enough to hear her. “We will just have to do extra performances; I’ll have to speak to father about it.” She didn’t want people who had traveled so far or tried too hard to be left out just because they didn’t have enough time or money to get a ticket. ‘Even with this price there are still so many people.’ This amazed her, for some reason father had upped the price to see the show, at first she had thought he was crazy but after the amount of people begging for tickets in advance she couldn’t question her father’s way of doing things. “Now how to get through this line….” She was scanning the line, looking for a break before her eyes landed on a beautiful horse. ‘So pretty…’ She wanted to touch it, pet it, ride it but knew she didn’t have time, however the panic stricken female holding the reigns she did have time for.

“Excuse me, are you okay.” Ella had forced her way next to the woman, hoping her suddenness wouldn’t startle the already shaken girl. She appeared to be a little younger then Ella and it brought out the older sister side even though she knew appearances were a poor way to judge someone’s age. After all Vivian was younger but still appeared to be a few years older than her. “The crowds before a performance are always crazy but this is the worst I have ever seen.” She smiled kindly at the girl and held her hand out for the white horse to sniff before she lightly stroked it on the nose, it was impossible for her to be so close and not touch the beautiful animal. “Here.” She reached in her pocket and held out a ticket, Father had given it to her yesterday on their trip to give out to one lucky person but she had forgotten. “Take it, this way you don’t have to wait in this horrible line.” She urged. “Just pay me back by letting me ride your horse?” She asked with a cheesy grin on her face. “I’ve never ridden one before.”

“You can think about it but I must get going, I’ll find you after the show.” Ella was itching to get going, there wasn’t much time left, and hurriedly stuffed the ticket into the girls hand. Once it left the half-elfs fingers she turned and headed straight for the side door that she prayed was still unlocked. She didn’t get far through before she bumped hard into a tall man’s chest. the suddenness caused Ella to lose her balance but before she felt to the ground she grabbed the mans arm using it to stable herself. “Oh I’m so sorry.” She apologized, realizing that not long had she bumped into the man she had also touched him, without permission. It wasn’t any ordinary man either, it was the keeper for the elves. “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention, I should have been looking where I was going.” She started to ramble, her hands straightening out his sleeve that she had wrinkled before she let them fall to her side. A blush of embarrassment quickly covered her cheeks. “Are you okay? I really hope you are okay.” She kept rambling. “But I really must be going.” She glanced back over the elf before she dodged past him quickly and into the side door.

Once inside Ella full out ran, her long legs quickly caring her through the empty halls. ‘You can be so stupid sometimes Ella!’ She shouted in her mind. It was slightly embarrassing to bump into someone but to ramble like a full was just down right mortifying. “I’m here.” Ella called out as she rounded the corner, her pass slowing to a slight jog as she made it onto the stage where everyone was. “I’m sorry. I…I overslept. Yesterday was to exciting I couldn’t sleep till morning.” She hated lying, but she knew admitting to leaving the house would be even worse.



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[smutty cannibal prince]

VIVIAN FAELITE
it's only a dream in reality
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A fresh wave of panic swooped over her at the mention of such a crowd. So many people. So many eyes just staring at her, expecting nothing less than excellence and perfection. There was no way she was going to be able to deliver anything that resembled the high expectations. That was the job of her siblings. Elle's dances. Rin's music. Julia's voice. The stunning performers of the theater could leave the audience in awe. Even Kylee's elaborate and beautiful costume designs were the breath of the theater.

Words caught in her throat as her eyes had diverted from the man's face. Now level with her line of vision rather than looking to meet his eyes. Vivian needed to be rehearsing. Countless hours of practice still hadn't prepared her enough. She was going to trip in front of everyone and ruin the entire show. Opening night would be a disaster and it would be all her fault. Everyone would be so disappointed in her.

His voice drew her from the worried thoughts that had begun to plague her mind. The door clicking shut before she could respond to the statement. How to do his job? That had not been the problem. "You weren't even working," she mumbled before sticking her tongue out at the door. The whine of the dog catching her attention and causing her to stumble back a step. Pets were not something that she was accustomed to. With caution her hand reached for the fur behind its ear as she scratched it for a second. "Better go rehearse one more time," now speaking to the dog since noone else was around. Opening the door she let the furry four legger go in first, making sure the door clicked shut behind her. An attempt to keep out anyone that would try to sneak in. It was not fair to rehearse alone this close to show. Everyone could probably use a good run-through of the more difficult parts and instead of just rehearsing Vivian set out to find the others and make them rehearse with her.

This, of course, is when she jumped as screams assaulted her ears. Shortly after she could hear her name called from around the stage. The voice of one of her younger sisters for sure. With hurried pace she went to see what exactly was wrong. She happened upon the scene just in time to hear Kylee whine that Mr. Busby had been eaten to Rin and about a second later she chucked the pen she was once again chewing on at Charlie, "Don't eat Mr. Busby." Unaware that the newly constructed stage was functional, he had just been outside wasting time after all, she had just assumed the stranger had a few strange habits. Or more likely had taken the stuffed animal from her sibling and Kylee was just over-reacting.

Only after she had addressed the male in such a manner did she fully realize that father, and three of her siblings were present and not ready. Correction. The fourth of her siblings had finally decided to grace them with her presence. . . unready as well. Time was slipping by. Right through their fingers and everyone was just dilly-dallying. Vivian clicked her tongue loudly twice. "Why aren't any of you ready? Doors are opening soon and there just isn't much time to be wasting. Everything has to perfect. At least you are all well rested. Now chop, chop we need to finish getting ready. Costumes and prep to be done." A hand now firmly on her hip as the other was pointing at various things related to the words she continued to speak, "Everyone needs to suit up. Rin, you should go back over the music with Julia. Elle the routine needs your attention too. Just once more to make sure it's down to a 'T'. Kylee can swap around and get everyone dressed up during the last little rehearsals." She allowed a brief pause. Partially to catch her breath and partially to count off silently and make sure everything was in order. "Daddy, you should go over the introduction one more time. Make sure things are audible even in the back of the theater."

She might have been getting a little carried away but it was nothing more than any other opening night. Well, it might have been a little more pushy as she was reminded of the large crowd gathering outside just waiting to be let in. So many expectations that her mind was on over-drive trying to keep everything sorted out and situated. Once her family had been addressed she looked around as she was certain she had forgotten something. Another click of her tongue as she tried to remember. Mostly gray eyes settled upon the stage. Elaborate and nicely constructed. Vivian admitted to herself that she was impressed by the work. The setting of the performance had been brought to life in an inspiring way. The perfect backdrop indeed. Not that she would speak this out loud. He had still been wasting time outside smoking instead of finishing preparations on this most important night. It did give her a bit of an idea though.

"On second thought, we must all get accustomed to the stage. So we should do our finishing practices on it. At least assuming it is done." she turned directly to the grand creator of the stage with a pleasant smile, "Which it better be with such a break earlier. Go ahead and show off the grand design that everyone will be using." Clearly more than a simply a suggestion, "And give me back my pen. . . Charlie." If it weren't for opening night and everything needing to be done so quickly and efficiently and perfectly she would have giggled at her own attempt at being clever. He did say the next time she wanted to tell him how to do his job, to be sure to use his name.

ooc;; a wild post appears. let me know if anything needs changed. c: