Bad Boy Snidey
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- Posted: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 04:51:05 +0000
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Phoenix let out a small groan as he laid in his bed. Yeah he slept although it was only to keep
up a routine. His dead body had grown accustomed to it and he had also gained a rather bad
dislike to being woken up when he wasn't ready. On this occasion it didn't seem like he was
going to be disturbed which was good. Since when he was it could almost be compared to
having low blood pressure. Usually people by now wouldn't disturb him at least after the first
time. The certainly got a tongue lashing when they did maybe a book thrown at them but overall
it wasn't like he was a bad person. Rolling over the sun hit him in the face it was surprising but
that seemed to trigger something.
The fiery red haired male started to feel warm. His breath seeming to get trapped a hazy smoke
filling his thoughts in between the haze a bright light. Fire.....The heat only seemed to increase
until he shot up in a sweat. His breathing heavy and raspy. He could still remember the
heat......the screaming......the panic after all these years. It haunted him n his sleep althgouh not
as often as when he had first died. Raising one of his hands he wiped the sweat off of his
forehead. At least nobody would have to deal with his foul mood since nobody had woken him
up. Letting out a small groan his hand moved from his forehead to rest on the bunch of covers
which had slipped down off of his chest before he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He
had pretty normal clothing for his act he didn't really need much. It was just jazzed up a little.
Small rubies on the blazer and such even better it matched quite nicely with his hair.
It was needless to say that his appearance had changed rather drastically since his days of
being alive. London, England. Tuesday 4th September, 1666. The Great Fire of London. The day
of his death. Like the long red hair would be tolerated in those days and that's not to mention the
facial piercing. He would most likely have been disowned although he did come to wonder what
had happened of his family after his death. His younger sister. She was out of London during that
time she had survived. Did she have kids did his family fizzle out or were there still some of his
ancestors around. It was an interesting thought and it got his mind working even at this time.
Pushing himself to his feet he let his hand slowly run down the blazer of his outfit his fingertips
gently circling the nicely placed rubies.
After a short while he was read to go. Lightly pushing open the door to his trailer he glanced in
one direction and then the other. It seemed there were people around...A few of the other circus
folk. Blythe, Drusilla and Delaney outside of Delaney's trailer. Now he got along with the two dark
haired woman and Blythe to a degree even if he was slightly uneasy around her giving both her
act and the ability she had gained though death. Maybe going over there might not be such a
good idea right now especially considering how he had woken up. Nix ended up walking in the
opposite direction towards There seemed to be a slightly panicked aura in the air.....He had
heard shouting before he woke up maybe that had contributed to the dream. He wasn't too happy
about that but what could he do about it now. He just hoped it was some kind of emergency.
ωhere: The Circus Grounds
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