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[Dissension into Chaos]

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Ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ ｓｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔ . . .

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xxxxxIt was evening, the sun setting, the day winding down. The lights set up around the big top tent turned on as Elise set foot in the clearing. She had spent the day wandering through the forest for the most part, attempting to forget about thoughts of the past, to wipe all thoughts from her mind actually. She carried a small notebook tucked under her arm, having spent the day writing a few short stories as well as sketching the woods a bit. She wasn’t very good at sketching, but it really helped her clear her head of all thoughts. Besides that, she enjoyed drawing even if she didn’t compare to most. Under her other arm was a large leather bond book, The Complete Sherlock Holmes Collection to be exact. She happened to love the series, and hadn’t read it in a while so she supposed that she could use that to keep her mind busy.

xxxxxThere were already some of the audience outside of the big tent, but no one was allowed in yet. The concession stands were open already, as well as the rides and petting zoo and such. There was still a few hours left until the performances would begin though. Elise smiled politely at everyone she passed, saying hello to the staff and nodding to the patrons. She made her way through the thin crowd to the big top tent and entered. With a small smile still forced upon her face she made her way into the back of the big top tent and down the residential corridor to her room. She dropped off her things there and took a quick look in the full length mirror. She wasn’t dressed for the show yet, still in a simple lilac coloured dress, half of her white hair up in a large side bun, the rest cascaded down her back ending a bit below her waist. She had on light pink tights and white ballerina flats, they were comfortable to move around in, especially when she’d been walking through the forest for the whole day. Upon her face was her iconic half domino mask. She hadn’t taken the thing off for quite a while, even going so far as to sleep it in. She shrugged slightly at the thought and turned to leave the room quietly.

xxxxxBarely any time had passed, and she hadn’t seen anyone around either. She bit her lip, wondering what she should do for the remaining time before the first show of the night would start. She walked back to the back stage area, going into a backroom and retrieving a broom. She returned to the stage and started sweeping, it wasn’t too dirty, but it gave her something to do. The stage had a bit of litter scattered across it, after all the members of the circus had been coming a going and sometimes things fell out of pockets or out of boxes being moved. Besides, the menial work helped take her mind off of her thoughts for a bit as well. She really didn’t like to be trapped within her own mind as she often was. Her thoughts always turned to darker, depressing thoughts. Her mind liked to force her to relieve the past through horrid flashbacks and just the thought of another one taking hold terrified her enough to make her hands tremble as she swept.

xxxxxTo be truthful, Elise couldn’t wait for the night’s performances to begin. She loved the feeling of showing off a bit of her true self to so many people. It was a time she wasn’t ridiculed for her powers, wasn’t sought by others as a weapon. It was a time that people thought that what she did was wondrous and beautiful or wondrous and grotesque. Either view was fine with her, and despite the fact she hated that they thought that what she did was just a trick most times, she loved the feeling of acceptance that she got. That was why she liked the circus as well, everyone who performed or worked there had become like family to her. Everyone accepted one another, they may not like everyone in the circus, but they accepted them for who they really were. Whether they be vampire or werewolf, witch or human, they were all accepted in this place. Sure things weren’t always happy and incidents did happen, but they happened everywhere.

xxxxxElise was grateful to be a part of such a diverse and accepting group though. She enjoyed meeting new people each place they went, enjoyed interacting or watching the other members of the circus interact. She enjoyed the opportunity to perform and to travel across the world doing so. Really, the circus was a blessing for the immortal girl. Before she had come to the circus, so much had happened in her life. She’d been through so much, both bad and good, but it seemed that only the bad really affected her life. She’d felt emotional pain that made her feel like she was dying as well as physical pain that should have killed her. Still, she was in one piece, one slowly shattering piece. She’d been loved, betrayed, used, and abused over the years she had lived. All of it affected her, but unfortunately the bad outweighed the good. She tried to push all those thoughts from her mind, she didn’t want to show anyone how weak she had been, how broken and shattered she really was. With a small smile on her face she hid all her insecurity and fear from the world.

xxxxxThe white haired girl shook her head, thoughts like that would lead to more thoughts on the matter, which was not a very good thing at all. She finally noticed that her hands had already started to tremble at the thoughts. She bit her lip hard, making it red and irritated, nearly drawing blood with how hard her teeth pierced her lower lip. She felt the pain, bringing her out of her thoughts for the moment. She smiled a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she began sweeping more furiously. She started humming to herself quietly as she continued to work, wiping all thoughts from her head for the moment.

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αиσтнєя ☼ ∂αу ☼ тσ ραιит ιи ◐ мσиσ¢няσмє ◑ αи∂ α¢нιиg
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[Sarifa Xionic]

❥ȽѺѴɆ ɩʂ ʈɧε ɆӢD ┋┋xx
xxxx xx❣ ɑx ҎȺῙӢx fɾɵɱ x ЩῙȾӇῙӢ

❥ ȺϨ ɩ ɓɾεɑʈɧε ȳɵμ ῙӢ ┋┋xx
xxxxxxx❣ ʈɧɩʂ x ῙϨ x ɱȳ x ϨῙӢ

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ɱalicea was merrily skipping t☼ her music in her r☼☼m full blast bec☼ming giddy fr☼m all her rapid spins as she danced ar☼und her patient in trance by her muffled cries. If the patients v☼cal c☼rds weren’t severed s☼ she c☼uld scream it w☼uld give Malicea great pleasure, but that w☼uld alarm the ☼thers this had t☼ be behind cl☼sed d☼☼rs. The s☼ng was s☼☼n c☼ming to an end which w☼uld be awful it wasn’t the climax yet.

N☼,n☼,n☼ there were still m☼re limbs and ☼rgans t☼ retrieve. Malicea grabbed her twin cutter electric saw as she turned ☼n the machinery she saw her patients eye widen in h☼rr☼r since she was paralyzed fr☼m an inducing serum she had placed in her drink. That’s all the eff☼rt she c☼uld muster. The was p☼☼r girl had ☼nly c☼me to admire the circus and its perf☼rmer wanting a t☼ur and ending up ☼n an examination table if ☼nly she hadn’t taken that drink laced with 5☼ mg ☼f mandrake.

ɱalicea than cut int☼ her thighs watching white ☼f the b☼ne turned red as the patient whimpered. Malicea laughed t☼ herself hysterically. Hacking int☼ her in any way she can until she started ripping ☼ut ☼rgans feeling the beat ☼f her life d☼wn ☼ut like her s☼ng. A tear ran d☼wn the girl’s cheek and the patient was g☼ne. She had lasted l☼nger than m☼st.

ɱalicea pl☼pped d☼wn fr☼m pleasure rem☼ving her lab c☼at covered in spl☼tches of red. She than gripped the needle with surgical sutures {medical thread}Rem☼ving her leg which begun t☼ ☼☼ze black slim instead of bl☼☼d. The m☼ vements in it were stiff she simply dismembered it and let it decay ☼n its ☼wn dying ☼n the fl☼☼r next t☼ her. Taking her new limb sewing it ☼nt ☼ her b ☼dy adding a bit ☼f necr ☼mancy t☼ make it mend faster the leg was fresh like human flesh and n☼t death h☼lding a certain ar☼ma. She started t☼ walk ar☼und testing ☼ut the new muscles. They were a bit ☼ff in steps but by sh☼w time that w☼uld be n☼ pr☼blem. L☼☼king at the mess she had made she decided it was time t☼ clean up.

Șhe called up☼n the spirit ☼f the last patient making her clean with the unused limbs and put up all the usable ☼rgans.She was b☼red tapping her side when she n☼ticed a spare piece of flesh bringing it to her lips realizing it would be a waste of g☼☼d human tissue. Keeping the spirit in check c☼ntinuing her rhythmic tap as she searched f☼r c☼stumes since n☼ ☼ne else b☼thered.

Ⱥs she gazed at the c☼ stumes she saw ☼ne with lace that st☼pped at the tip ☼f the center finger a skin tight nude suit that matches m☼st skin patches she had. It had little sparkles and hits ☼f glitter but m☼stly a cap t☼ keep her hair away fr☼m her face as she perf☼rmed. She picked a tutu f☼r well it being typical but added a few silk threads with rings ☼n the ends f☼r a different l☼☼k. Lastly a c☼rset all the same t☼nes with her suit. The spirit was finally d☼ne s☼ she ☼rdered it to dress her than later dissipate managing t☼ tap her head to keep it fr☼m rampaging. The ballets sh☼es and head cap were last.

Șhe snatched a few c☼stumes f☼r every☼ne else just in case. Taking ☼ne last l☼☼k at her r☼☼m away fr☼m the carnival it was sp☼tless.Skipping and singing her way t☼ the festivities basket in hand. She made her way ☼utside than int☼ the big t☼p tent near the f☼rest. Finding her way backstage t☼ where every☼ne w☼uld be s☼☼n. Placing the cl☼thes ☼n the rack they may ch☼☼se what they like but Malicea always had the last pick bef☼re any☼ne perf☼rmed ☼n stage.

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[Sarifa Xionic]

◉● Ɉϕӄεʂ ϕɳ ϒϕʯ ●◉
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Ɉϕӄεɾ

◉●Ɉoker was in his room enjoying his art. Well trying to everything he had painted since the incident had come off flat or dead no expression .Each person he painted always managed to have a dead look in their eye no glint of life. Whatever form of life he painted or drew became almost soulless like him an empty shell of a person hollow inside. He starred at it for a second trying to feel something anything to get a grasp of real art. He lacked all emotion but there was a small ouch of pain he could squeeze out. He took his brush gently stroking the air of the dull canvas he had lost himself in for hours. When he finally laid the brush down still nothing he exhaled smudging black paint and dark lines all over his work of art until finally he accelerated the speed in his arm letting his fist make contact with the canvas and break it into tiny fragments. That didn’t make him feel better at all he was calm already it was an empty ill attempt at emotion and expression. The tiny ounce of hate he mustered vanished.

Ӈis joint muscles in his arm began to ache he went a little too fast last time, and he really didn’t want to be Malicea's patient again. Joker knelt on the ground bracing himself from the pain as shredded pieces of his shirt lay there. Removing his shirt he decided to practice his cobra kung Fu. Exhaling he stood still in one of the cobra stances. “I am the cobra I reach out into your mind, I numb your senses your awareness, and holds you motionless where you stand unresponsive while prepares to strike you down. My hands are open used like a penetrating finger strike or chop to any and all vital points. I AM….The cobra I strike with confidence...there is no room for error.”

ℰxhaling calmly to himself he realized he had done some form of mediation instead of practice. He shook it off starring at his skeleton hand no paint seemed to be on it. He hated that arm it reminded him so much of that day, but it was an asset to fighting abilities in a circus full of inhumans. He sighed to himself walking over to a mirror with a better view of his arm. That’s when he noticed his hair mad at whoever cut it in this emo style it fit the curious but not him. His hair was slicked down over his face another section was sticking up while the rest lay down over his shoulders some parts breaded. He grabbed a headband the only thing he could do. Starred at his bare chest again more so his arm than his physique. It was nice what most females wanted but he frankly didn’t care anymore. Reaching for a shirt he changed his mind before he touched the fabric. Since it was almost show time costuming should have something.

Ӈe wasn’t able to care about being half naked so he didn’t. Walking from his own little section of the big tent down a few corridors near make-up and costumes were he saw his brushes and of course Malicea all ready for the show. She was laughing to herself spinning in the chair like a child with a sadistic look on her face. She stopped suddenly, “GET… what… YOU… usually… WEAR,” she laughed like a mad woman.

ɱaking his way to the costumes he reached over to the rack of costumes when she gripped his arm. “Let… ME… see …YOUR… arm,” she smiled maliciously cocking her head to far side ways. Joker yanked his arm back than shivered from her touch. This time he did manage to retrieve his costume.Trying his best to put on his dress short with ruffles at the wrist next going for the signature argyle print vest and his big bow tie. Slipping on his shirt but failing to button the vest or tie his bow when he noticed Elise sweeping the stage. She looked a bit pained with a forced smile. Sighing to himself he tried his best not to pay attention until he saw her sketchpad, and if her sketches were as bad as he remembered she needed help.

Ӈe stormed over to her snatching the sketchbook starring into the pages.They all had emotion but lacked the structure or presentation of an artist this wouldn't do. He offered her sketchpad while placing the other hand behind his back bowing a bit before saying. “ Your art has expression but it’s god awful where it has substance it lacks structure and texture I am obliged to teach you the error of your ways. Si tu veux {If you will}.” ●◉

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[Veatrice]

ℰ ѵ ε ℓ i ȵ ε xx σ ℓ i ѵ i α xx D ε ѵ ε ɾ α u x

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When the circus came to town ready to perform for the masses, Evelynn always found herself mingling with the crowds. She wasn't ashamed to admit that she enjoyed the attention her goodlooks awarded her, as she shamelessly used them to her advantage against the young people the mysterious circus drew in. She took it as just another part of her contribution to her family when she swindled more money from the crowds and continued to draw more people to their tents. It was only good business sense to ensure that their customers had a pleasant experience, and for those who wouldn't.. well most of them didn't end up leaving the circus anyway. There was just so many ways one could silently disappear without a trace among the many attractions laid out near Athen's forest. With the town's own unique history, it was no surprise that their circus of misfits had became such a big event among the populace.

A charming smile tilted the demon's lips as she excused herself from a group of young men and women. The males seemed to be a tad more saddened at the sudden loss of her presence, but it was tempered by the group's excitement for the upcoming show as several watched the sensuous sway of the firedancer's hips as her graceful stride had her heading in the direction of the big tent. She had a moment to wonder if she should stop by the caravan she roomed in to grab some clothes for her performance, but then remembered that Malicea had probably already taken the time to bring over some costumes for tonight's show. That, and the fact that Evelynn had already dropped off her oversized make-up bag earlier today, kept the demoness on her path to the beautiful tent that always appeared to be too small to house all of the rooms it actually hid within.

Once beneath the tent's voluminous canopy, she headed straight for the dressing rooms where a few of the other performers already awaited. Her pale blue gaze twinkled with hidden amusement as she caught sight of Malicea twirling in one of the chairs. The demoness slid into the seat next to her; swivling to face the mirror as she lifted a large bag from the floor to the table. Her slender fingers tugged at the zipper to reveal the make-up within. Evelynn pulled her thick dark hair from her face and tied it back before selecting a worn stick of kohl and generously applying it to the rims of her eyes. Her already thick eyelashes didn't really need mascara, but she applied it to the tips anyways before plucking a tube of red lipstick from the bag. With a smack of her lips, she replaced the lid and carelessly tossed the tube of lipstick back into the bag before rising to her feet.

Her pale gaze was once again drawn to Malicea as she approached the costume rack. "Have your eye on any new replacements?" She suddenly inquired with a toothy grin as she picked through the clothes. Evelynn had already noticed the scent of Malicea's new limb, but also knew that the other woman liked to keep a fresh stock of bodies readily available. It didn't take her long to pull out the clothes she wanted and return to the seat next to Malicea; where she procceeded to strip from her day clothes.



As soon go kindle fire with snow,
as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
- William Shakespeare

[Torishu]

xxxxxxxxxxxXXXXXX ● ● lilaKEWpollack «
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( - - - sweet little H Y P N O T I S T - - - )



As she walked outside into the cooling air, she glanced over to the crowd at the gate, who waited to see them, the band of misfits, who made up this circus. There sure were a lot of them. You would think that after enough shows, you would be used to seeing so many people there to watch you and the others in the circus. But Lila was never used to it. After so many years of being rejected, who would be? She walked towards the main tent, dragging her pink bunny stuffed animal. Her eyes were bleary, indicating that the girl had just woken up prematurely from her nap, even though she knew it was ultimately necessary.

She had to pick up her costume for the nights show. She wasn't a main act or anything, but there were some people who liked to enjoy the other things the circus had to offer, like sideshows, and food, and smaller forms of entertainment. So, Lila had to blend in with the other performers, or in other words, stand out from the crowd. This isn't difficult when you have bright pink hair and pale skin that seems to almost glow in the moonlight, just from being so light. Nonetheless, she knew it wasn't appropriate for her to wear her usual attire of jammies and over-sized pink sweatshirts, like the one she was wearing now.

Lila knew that there would be other performers in the main tent. It wasn't like she didn't particularly like anyone, but she generally liked to stay away from the women performers, simply because they scared her. Lila has been trying to limit her anxiety since she had joined the circus and started feeling like a human again. On the other hand, she found herself often latching on to the men of the circus. For the most part, they were very nice to her, and she was never substantially wronged by any of them, which was more than she could say for her experiences with women.

Perhaps the clingy-ness was a little juvenile for a twelve year old, along with taking naps in the middle of the day and walking around with a stuffed animal. But Lila seemed to act much younger than she actually was - and there were a few possible reasons for this behavior. One is, well, she never really had much of a childhood. She was either hiding from people, running away, drugged up, or starving. She finally had an opportunity to make up for the lost childish time she had. The other reason was that...well she never really had a chance to mature either. So, it was like her age had been frozen for a good portion of her life. Still, even if she acted her age, she would be the youngest one in the circus.

And, naturally, Lila found herself in a room filled with mostly women, and Joker. She was glad he was there, or certainly she would have turned back around and tried to come up with something to wear from her past costumes or personal belongings. Instead, she practically tiptoed over to the rack and looked through the costumes. She knew which one was hers because it was the smallest. She had trouble reaching up to the height to take it off of the hanger, but somehow managed it by placing her bunny plushie on the floor momentarily, only to snatch it up quickly once she had received the garment.

She examined it a moment, smiling excitedly, before glancing back at the three women in the room, noting each one of their presences. The scary doll woman, the tall woman with the white hair, and the firey looking one. That's how Lila saw them at least. As though afraid that in her state of vulnerability while she was changing, they would attack her, she hid herself in a corner to change. Once in the long-sleeved white dress with the shiny blue buttons, she examined the blue hair ribbons that came the costume, she learned around the corner to look at Joker shyly, and then hopped over to him, bunny in hand. She held up the ribbons to him with a smile on her lips. And then her mouse-like voice escaped her lips, "Can you help me please?"

L O C A T I O N : main tent
F E E L I N G : somewhat anxious

[valor-dohaeris]

XFDFFREEDDTETEF ▷ ►Яɛвɛκαн Lσʋιƨɛ Ɖαɛ◄ ◁XXDFFDFDFDFCDFDCX
XXXXXXThe Ɩммσятαℓ GirlXXXXXX

Rebekah Louise Dae gave a small, fanged smile as she gulped down a cup of suspicious looking, red liquid. The small girl chugged down the remaining amount of drink inside her cup with great thirst. Streams of the warm blood swam down her chin and fell on to her chest. She released her grip on the cup and it clambered loudly into a small plastic bag near her. She gave a Ahh sound and wiped her mouth with the back of her hands. The veins beneath her eyes slithered back under her skin. The bright, white fangs receded back into her gums with a Slith. Bekka stood in front of the portrait sized mirror in front of her and sighed. She leaned against the glass and ran her fingers through her hair. She was always nervous before a show. Whether it was the fact she would be stabbed in the stomach, ending in extreme pain, or forced to drink some sort of toxin, Rebekah never knew. It may be all the beating hearts out in the audience that feared for her life.

My Life? Bekka laughed at herself. I haven't a life! I never did, and I never will. Shaking the thought from her mind, Bekka turned to the mirror that lay adjacent to where she was sitting. The mirror stared back, hauntingly at her. She really didn't understand why she had the mirror in her room, when in fact she couldn't see herself at all. Luckily, about two hundred years without looking at yourself gave Bekka the imprint of what she looked like. With that in knowledge, she could do her own makeup without even looking at herself..

She stood up and out of the chair that sat in the corner of her room. She headed out and to the Big Top so that she could get ready for the show. Bekka made her way into the Big Top and walked slowly as to watch the people as they were giddy with excitement, and from the rides. She imagined herself as one of the humans out there, minding their own business and having a ton of fun. Bekka did have fun in the Circus, with the company of the other performers and crew to be there for everyone, but she sometimes longed to be human again. She felt a warm feeling in her heart as she thought about that, but snapped back to reality when she imagined herself dying, her one and true fear. In her mind, she hissed at herself for thinking just abnormal and stupid thoughts and headed to the women's changing room.

Bekka coldly walked in and spied the other women doing their own thing. Rebekah cursed at herself once more for not being polite to the other ladies. It was very unladylike to do so, in her opinion. She saw Malicea and smelt a new body part. Of Course, how could she NOT? The small girl giggled silently and headed over to the rack that held her costumes. She picked out a red corset that had black ruffles cascading across her chest and down in neat lines to her waist, a white petticoat that stopped at her knees and a silk red skirt that went over the petticoat. She fingered the soft fabric and brought back a haunted memory of when "the Boy she loved" had bought her a new dress for their wedding. It had the same silk fabric that was soft in all the right ways. But, compared to this red skirt, it was a brilliant shade of white, with a slightly darker white embedded rose that twirled across the fabric. Bekka remembered watching his face as her brightened eyes walked along the fabric. His eyes were twinkling and he was staring happily at her. What had happened?

With a bright flash of light behind her eyes, Bekka snapped out of her walk down memory lane. She looked around slowly and remembered that she was in the Big Top, getting ready for the performance. Rebekah shook herself and grabbed the rest of her ensemble, which included black tights and ruffled black sleeves. She stripped out of her dark green, low hanging, tank top and black jeans and into her costume. With a pull of the strings of her corset, the small girl inhaled sharply. It always took her a moment or two to get used to the lack of air whenever she wore a corset. Bekka strolled over to her mirror and pulled out a bag of makeup. Bekka didn't care to look up at the glass as she picked out several black makeup items, gloss and foundation. From experience, she didn't want to look washed out under the lights. She was pale enough anyway.

"I am come—I am come! once again from the tomb,
In return for the ring which you gave;
That I am thine, and that thou art mine, "

This nuptial pledge receive.He lay like a corse 'neath the Demon's force,
And she wrapp'd him in a shround;
And she fixed her teeth his heart beneath,
And she drank of the warm life-blood!

[Sarifa Xionic]

❥ȽѺѴɆ ɩʂ ʈɧε ɆӢD ┋┋xx
xxxx xx❣ ɑx ҎȺῙӢx fɾɵɱ x ЩῙȾӇῙӢ

❥ ȺϨ ɩ ɓɾεɑʈɧε ȳɵμ ῙӢ ┋┋xx
xxxxxxx❣ ʈɧɩʂ x ῙϨ x ɱȳ x ϨῙӢ

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ɱalicea was still giggling t☼herself spinning in a sal☼n type chair barely aware ☼f her surr☼undings. She always felt m☼re alive, alth☼ugh she is dead, after a new limb and killing. That’s when she sensed new pe☼ple were c☼ming that’s what the v☼ices said s☼. The spirits sp☼ke to her n☼☼ne c☼uld see ☼r hear them but her. Well supp☼sed ☼ther undead c☼uld t☼☼ but she never b☼thered asking and they never t☼ld. As she expected s☼me☼ne had made their presence clear. It was Elynn wh☼ decided t☼ appear brushing past t☼ the still full c☼stume rack. Malicea watched her dress every seemed to be s☼ casual that’s h☼w things were. It was fine with her since she l☼ved the female f☼rm much m☼re than the male s☼ tender and sm☼☼th. The t☼ uch and l☼☼k ☼f femininity excited her s☼ much she wanted t☼ take her scalpel acr☼ss her skin.

Ȋt’s n☼t like she c☼uld just carve int☼ any guy ☼r have a male c☼mpani☼n. They were just t☼ys she had fr☼m time t☼ time that she later killed and st☼red. She was a bit a sadist n☼ ☼ne c☼uld stand her needs f☼r l☼ng s☼ relati☼ nships were n☼n-existant in the physical department. She preferred and needed female parts m☼re n☼w ☼rgans were neg☼tiable. Elynn wasn’t n☼rmal s☼ she w☼uld never d☼. She was a fire dem☼n and Malicea hated fire she liked Elynn th☼ugh. Just didn’t want her getting t ☼☼ cl☼se especially since that c☼uld set her ☼n fire. N☼ she c☼uld ☼nly admire fr☼m a far n☼t up cl☼se ☼n an examinati☼n table what a shame. By than Elynn finished dressing picking ☼ut s☼mething t☼ accentuate her b☼dy fire pr☼ ☼ f thanks t☼ Malicea alchemy sure was a w☼nderful thing. Elynn sat next t☼ Malicea asking her a questi☼n s☼mething ab☼ut new replacements limbs ☼r ☼rgans ☼ne ☼r the ☼ther.

βy then the spirits alarmed he ☼f m☼re females her fav☼rite specimens. The little ☼ne Lila what a letd☼wn that was ☼h h☼w she l☼ved attenti☼n fr☼m males running right up t☼ J☼ker and interrupting him h☼w typical. Ign☼ring the ☼ther females in the r☼ ☼ m she needed t☼ respect her elders and Malicea had a hundred and thirty-six ☼ver her. N☼w Bekka she needed n☼ spirit t☼ kn☼w ☼f her presence. As Bekka can smell the death ☼r life ☼n her Malicea can d☼ the same fresh bl☼ ☼ d she smelled it made her m☼uth water f☼r human flesh. Curse her need f☼r limbs and her insatiable appetite. It was n☼thing but a waste if she c☼nsumed such things n☼ ☼nly g☼ ☼d for ☼rgans and limbs. Malicea watched Bekka sit d☼ wn to apply make-up after dressing Malicea had n☼ interest in dead things, but was sure Bekka smelled the fresh limbs ☼ f that she knew. F☼r a sec☼nd Malicea st☼pped pretending t☼spin obliviously n☼ she was quite alert. “I… HAVE…them”— she finally answered Elynn’s questi☼n than skipped ☼ver while singing leaning ☼ver t☼ Bekka’s chair “BEKKA…want…a…TASTE! I…have…FRESH…bl☼☼d…FR☼M…a…RECENTLY…rem☼ved…HEART…n☼ …DEAD…man’s…BL☼☼D!” Malicea began t☼ laugh twirling ar☼und Bekka’s chair. “Can…YOU …smell…IT!” She then st☼pped in her tracks checking her legs than pl☼ pped d☼ wn feet ☼n the c☼unter taking s☼me ☼f Bekka’s make-up t☼ apply s☼me of her ☼wn since they b☼th were pale and neither Elynn n☼r J☼ker seemed t☼ be painting faces ☼r d☼ing make-up.

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[Sarifa Xionic]

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◉●Ɉoker was standing there waiting for Elise to respond. She was shy naïve girl that much was apparent, but what did he really know about her. Judging from the sketches she made he could tell there was a lot of pain she was hiding most of which didn’t even register on the paper. No the rest he could read from body language and eye contact. You would be surprised how much people blank and avoid others eye when they lie or when something is wrong. Once you lack emotion you begin to rely more on your intelligence and the logic of things. Senses such as sight become even more used maybe up to 90% now than the usual 80% which is already high. The world was a different place now without feelings it wasn’t better. It was somehow worse he couldn’t understand the pain she bore, but he could at least try to help her. One thing that didn’t change about his old self he still had a soft spot for damsels in distress or people in need.

ɱaybe he was too harsh with his words he can come off as condescending and that bow was too much. One thing he hated for sure about lack or emotion was the need to think obsessively over everything which is why he prefers his impulsive behavior when he has sudden urges to do things. When it seemed as though she might actually say something he heard a soft quiet voice cry for help. “Merde alors!”{Damn it!} He cried under his breathe he turned away from Elise seeing little Lila wiping the sleep out of her eyes from her recent nap. Freshly changed into an angelic white dress that did justice to her pale skin and light pink hair while her stuffed animal suffered being half dragged it was laughable and cute. If only he could laugh.

Șhe was the only human besides him and he felt obliged to take care of her when needed sad to say she needed it a lot.He felt like somewhat of a big brother to take care of her and make sure no one especially Malicea brought any harm to her.He knelt down to Lila offering her his hand which seemed enormous compared to hers in comparison. Trying his best to smile at to her genuinely. He can fake it well but he hated doing so that was left for the performance. Joker almost patted her hair when he realized he still had Elise's sketchpad.He ignored it for now Lila came first at the moment. “Gamine {playful little girl} tell me about your little problem and if I don’t see it as too troublesome you can have a piggy back ride. How does that sound.” He said gazing into her innocent big dark brown eyes.●◉

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xxxxxElise was surprised by the sudden appearance of Joker. He towered over her, so much taller than her own rather modest height of five feet and two inches. She was even more startled when he suddenly grabbed her sketchbook from where it was under her arm and flipped through it. She blushed, embarrassed that he had saw her rather horrid sketches. She bit her lip, she hadn't spoken much to Joker before. To tell the truth he scared her, he was French and just knowing that fact made her wary of him. Her times in France were not pleasant to say the least, almost as horrid as her time spent in London, times she didn't like to think about very much at all. So lost in thought she didn't notice that Joker had spoken or how he held out her sketchbook, intending to give it back to her, she only was pulled from thoughts when she jumped startled by a small voice asking for help.

xxxxxEveryone had already begun to get ready she supposed, noticing that the little girl, Lila, needed help putting ribbons in her pink hair. She was quite the adorable little girl, but still Elise hadn't spoken much to her either since she had come to the circus. Elise distanced herself from quite a few of the other circus members. She was close to a lot of the older members, having been there quite a while herself, but the newer members didn't see much of her outside of rehearsals and performances because she would avoid them. The witch had a reason to avoid people, afraid of betrayal or being reminded of the past. Lila reminded her of the fact that she'd most likely never have a child. She had always wanted a child, even when she was young, but it was unlikely she'd ever have one. There were just too many things that prevented her, the fact that she'd most likely outlive her child, fear that the child would hate her, fear that she would be a bad mother, fear of being intimate with anyone ever again. All of those thoughts added up to the fact that she'd never have a child of her own, someone to take care of, to be related to by blood. A frown graced her face and she clutched at her chest with a free hand, feeling a pain settle there at the thoughts.

xxxxxElise silently stood there, feeling a bit awkward as Joker attended to Lila. She needed her sketch book back after all, but she didn't want to interrupt the interaction between Joker and Lila. She smiled a small smile when she heard what Joker said. Elise always loved to see others taking care of children, especially when they didn't have to. She'd seen many children neglected and unloved, especially orphans such as Lila, and it was quite sad. She'd done her best to help them when she could, using powers to conjure food and clothing for those she'd come across during her travels, but it wasn't ever enough. Children should be loved and taken care of properly, but unfortunately it seemed that so many people were too selfish or self absorbed to help out children who needed help, and even more seemed not to care or to harm children rather than helping them. It was saddening, that the world was like that and only seemed to spiral downward. She shook her head and looked down at the floor as she waited. Perhaps she'd mop the stage floor after the show, it was looking dirty already. Maybe she'd make a special potion to keep the floor clean later. It would give her something to do after the show when she couldn't sleep. In the mean time, she sneaked a glance at Lila and Joker, it really was quite adorable how they interacted like an older brother and little sister would. It even took her mind of the fact that she was still rather embarrassed that Joker had seen her horrid sketches.

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[valor-dohaeris]

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A small shriek erupted from the throat of Rebekah. She dropped her eye-shadow brush and held a hand close to her chest. She felt her lungs quickly inhaling and exhaling. In a few seconds, she was able to regulate her breathing again. Bekka quickly glanced over at Malicea and gave a small smile. It was then when Bekka felt stupid. She laughed at herself for being so scared, since she was quite a mighty creature herself. Still, no matter the amount of bodies that Rebekah could drain, she could never compete with the malicious Malicea and her ability to rip apart body parts without a single tear shed.

"Oh no, I'm quite fine, Thank you. I already had a filling cup of it not too long ago." Bekka calmly responded, turning her head over her should at Malicea, and following her as she plopped down on the counter in front of Bekka and started to apply some makeup. Most of the time, Rebekah would have snapped and driven mad by the idea of someone else using her makeup, especially in her human times. Though back then, they didn't have makeup. Or did they? I can't quite remember Bekka though, pondering about it for a moment. Whether or not they did or did not, she knew that it was best not to mess with Malicea, and her fetish for soft, female skin.

Black, circled eyes stared hauntingly back at Rebekah in the mirror. Then, she watched as red, heart shaped lips also appear on the pale face. The cheeks of the face faded to a bright pink and Bekka happily placed her makeup kit down. She reached her hands up and tousled her hair a bit more. She grabbed a small bottle of hairspray that was sitting on the corner of the counter and teased her hair. When she was happy, Rebekah put everything down and stood up and out of her chair.

"Use whatever you want, Mademoiselle Malicea, just be sure to put it back.Merci beaucoup*" Rebekah said, blowing a small kiss toward Malicea and walking away. Sometimes, Bekka felt it was necessary to let the French inside her rip out and show it's face. She headed out of the dressing room and down to the prop room. She walked into the small room and to a glinting sword and a glittering bottle of something in the far corner. Those were Rebekah's props. She shivered at the thought of being stabbed and poisoned countless times, only to come back alive each time. It may look painless, but it hurt extremely. Nobody's perfect, and nobody's perfectly immortal either. Rebekah reached out a hand and traced the metal of the sword. It was straight and clean, polished. She gave a small smile knowing that soon enough, it would be dripping blood. She went over to the bottle and twirled her skinny fingers over the cork that stopped the deadly fumes from reaching the noses of the unsuspected.

Rebekah remembered the first day she had her performance, for the first time. It was far after she discovered her unnatural vampire talent, but was still nervous about being "killed" several times, her worst fear. She remembered the unending pain and the blackout. Then, waking up in the same spot as the crowd cheered her on. From that day, she's greatly improved. Bekka doesn't pass out any more, or make that bad of facial expressions that look very pained. She's gone from that, to sitting up or standing straight, letting the weapon slice any part of body, and still staying still. Any wound would heal immediately, or with time-depending on the severity of it.



Merci beaucoup* mean thank you very much in french.

"I am come—I am come! once again from the tomb,
In return for the ring which you gave;
That I am thine, and that thou art mine, "

This nuptial pledge receive.He lay like a corse 'neath the Demon's force,
And she wrapp'd him in a shround;
And she fixed her teeth his heart beneath,
And she drank of the warm life-blood!

[Torishu]

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“Gamine, tell me about your little problem and if I don’t see it as too troublesome you can have a piggy back ride. How does that sound.” A piggy back ride sounded like so much fun! But then there was a catch, her little problem could not be too troublesome. She looked back at the ribbons in her hands and studied them, trying to determine whether tying them in her hair would be too troublesome. It was certainly too troublesome for Lila herself, or she wouldn't have asked Joker for his help. After all, she was too short for the mirrors and she was afraid that one of her fingers would get caught up in the knot she tied. She normally wore bows in her hair, but they were clip ons, so she didn't have any trouble.

"Well um..." She looked down at them again, and then presented them to Joker again, holding them up for him. "Can you tie these ribbons in my hair please?" She smiled up at him, anxiously awaiting to hear whether he thought it was too troublesome. She now was caught up thinking about the piggy back ride, and how much fun it would be, and really hoped that it was okay with Joker.

But her thoughts were interrupted with the feeling of Elise's eyes on them. Instinctively, Lila's free hand, the one that was not currently clutching the ribbons and her bunny, grabbed on to Joker's pant leg. She didn't really know Elise, but the only reason it was unsettling was because Lila could feel Elise's eyes. She was looking at them, and she didn't know what Elise planned on doing, or why she was looking at them. Lila hardly knew Elise, but in terms of her appearance, she seemed the least scary of the women here at the circus. And Lila knew that Elise had been here for a long long time. So some part of Lila wanted to relate to Elise, but the other fearful part of her said not to get to close to her. In a way, she could parallel Elise to her mother, someone who appears sweet but ends up leaving you to fend for yourself when you depend on them so.

She tried to take her mind off of it again, away from the fact that there were so many women here. She said a little bit quietly, as she knew that what she was going to say was tangential to her initial reason for talking to Joker. "I really like your costume." She said before hold up the ribbons for him again, her young mind taking it's course back to her original response to Joker's inquiry.

L O C A T I O N : main tent
F E E L I N G : somewhat anxious

[Sarifa Xionic]

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◉●Ɉoker smiled at Lila as she responded. "Can you tie these ribbons in my hair please?" she smiled back at him ribbons in hand anxious for his answer. Awaiting the piggy back ride he had offered barely keeping still. He wasn’t the best with hair but Lila required his attention which meant he had to learn which he had just wished she had a female to do this task at the very least. Joker began setting down the sketchpad till he realized he needed it. Scrolling to the last page and finding a pencil between the spirals. He drew something simple a comb to part her hair with and heated rollers to curl them.

Ҏressing his hand on the paper he watched as they dissipated from the page and instantly manifested on the stage floor. Turning Lila away from him so he could part her hair down the middle she was overly cute so pig tails would do wonders the audience would lover her. It was easy since it was only one part to do anymore and he would need a female’s assistant and doubt Lila would like that. He held one section of her hair with his hand the comb was in his mouth as he drew two rubber bands with his skeleton hand pressing it to the paper awaiting them to leap off the page once again. He held both section with the rubber bands than finally took her ribbons from her hands placing them neatly behind the rubber bands. Next were the heated rollers he placed them neatly in her section within the ponytails to add a little curl and kept them there.

Ƚastly he combed her bang with a heated roller than fluffed it with is fingers. The last two heated rollers were placed at the back of her hair where a tiny bit of baby hair barely enough for the rollers to grip." I really like your costume," Lila mumbled for some reason. He smiled at her finally done with her hair. “ Merci {Thank you}, and don’t get your hair wet also tell me when the rollers get too hot. Now I think you earned something since it wasn’t TOO troublesome,” he laughed but only a little. After placing the comb and sketchpad in his pocket he then picked Lila up placing her on his back. He stood up straight bouncing up and down to give her a little more fun running across the stage with her making airplane noises. He almost ran into Elise on the return flight. “Ready for a crash landing,” he stopped a few inches before that. “Crisis averted. Now Mademoiselle Elise why don’t you have a little pre- show lunch with me and Lila since we’re the only ones that I know of that eat food. Allez,{Come on}We can talk about your sketching,” he smirked handing back her sketchpad.●◉

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Ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ ｓｈｅ ｗｉｌｌ ｆｉｎｄ ｔｈｅ ｌｉｇｈｔ . . .

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xxxxxElise watched as Joker used her sketch book to create a comb and some heated rollers. It was amazing, what some powers did. Sure she had an amazingly powerful power herself, one that could emulate any other power out there, but it was limited by her own imagination, which wasn’t very imaginative as of late. Too many thoughts jumbled around in her head, she spent more time trying to avoid being trapped in her own mind than anything else. Besides that, she didn’t really have much energy to do much lately. She was feeling down more often than not and less inclined to do much at all. She did the nightly shows, cooked up some potions every now and then, but otherwise she didn’t much use her powers. To keep herself busy she often got things she wanted by going out and getting them herself instead of conjuring them up.

xxxxxThe albino watched as Joker quite skilfully did Lila’s hair. He was rather good at multitasking, holding a section of her hair in hand while the comb was in his mouth and his skeleton hand drew two rubber bands on Elise’ sketchbook. She looked to the hand for a moment, she’d been curious about it, but it seemed rather rude to ask about it when she’d rarely spoken to Joker in the first place. Besides that it seemed like it would be a sensitive topic, so she’d keep her curiosity in check. She turned her attention back to what he was doing, noticing that he was finishing up, she clasped her hands together, unable to keep a large smile off her face. ”You look so adorable Lila!” She exclaimed with her smile still intact. Cute things always got to her, she just had to say something. She jumped when the broom she’d previously been holding dropped onto the floor with a clang. She blushed, bending down to pick it up with a whispered, ”Opps…” under her breath.

xxxxxShe smiled as Joker spoke and picked up the small girl and putting her on his back before running around the stage making airplane noises. She laughed, something she hadn’t done in quite a while, but how could she not? The sight was just… so cute! She laughed, even as he almost ran smack dab into her. She quieted down as he spoke, blushing a bright red in embarrassment as he handed her sketch book back to her. She’d forgotten about the fact he’d seen her horrid sketches and wanted to help her get better.”I-I wouldn’t be opposed to joining you. But only if it’s alright with you as well Lila,” she said turning to the pink haired girl. Elise had noticed that Lila didn’t bond with any of the female members of the circus, but she didn’t really know the reason why. Regardless she didn’t want to make the young girl uncomfortable. Besides that, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear what Joker had to say about her drawings. Sure she knew she wasn’t very good, but no one liked to be put down, especially over something they already knew they were bad at but enjoyed doing. [She supposed she could compare her drawings to the voices of those who loved singing but were quite horrid at it.]

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Ｔｅａｒｓ ｗｉｌｌ ｓｏｍｅｄａｙ ｔｕｒｎ ｉｎｔｏ ａ ｓｍｉｌｅ . . .

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[Torishu]

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Lila watched with wonder as Joker made hair tools and seemed to style her hair so effortlessly. He was wonderful! And cool! Lila smiled with delight at his every movement after he had done that, excited to see what he would do next. She was surprised when she felt the bouncy, curled pigtails at her side. She didn't know how to make such a hairstyle herself so she had never had anything like this. She felt one of the long girls and smiled, pulling it slightly only to watch it spring back into place.

And then she got her prize for being so good, right? Joker proceeded to lift her up and make airplane noises. Lila giggled loudly and excitedly as he did so and spread her arms out and closed her eyes, imagining that she was a pilot and that she were flying. And then the CRASH LANDING! Oh no! She covered her eyes with her hands, only to find her feet set gently back on the floor. "That was fun!" She said excitedly to Joker as she hugged her bunny, only to be interrupted by a woman's voice: "You look so adorable Lila!"

There was nothing wrong with these words - just that Lila didn't feel comfortable around Elise. Her smile faded quite quickly as Lila gripped her bunny and just nodded at Elise, not sure how to respond. Just because Elise was acting nice to Lila didn't mean that she would always be that way. The next step was, Elisa could throw her out of the circus or something! And then Lila would be all alone again. No....Lila did not want that to happen. Not now that she's finally settled down here. Lila reached for the back of her head, where her baby hair was. "The rollers are hot." She said to Joker.

And then Joker invited her to lunch! Lila looked up at Joker anxiously, suddenly feeling uncomfortable around him too. But surely, he was just falling victim as well right? Joker didn't know any better. Lila pressed her lips in thought when then, Elise wanted to check with Lila that this lunch arrangement would be okay. Surely, it wasn't. But Lila also wasn't the type to be mean or rude, even if she was scared. Instead, she reached for Joker's hand and looked up at him anxiously, as though silently asking him, "is it okay?"

L O C A T I O N : main tent
F E E L I N G : somewhat anxious

[Sarifa Xionic]

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◉●Ɉoker was glad Lila was having fun to an extent it seemed. He noticed she had said, “The rollers are hot.” It was a bit quick but didn’t need it in her hair too long or it might get too hot. What’s that thing that happens to women hair that they hate umm…heat damage, he thought. He began removing the rollers one by one placing them in his spare pockets. It was coming out rather nicely the curls were a bit too bouncy and tight, but they would die down by show time. He still didn’t understand why she had asked him to do her hair. I mean any other female would have been fine. Than he remembered how Lila acted around woman. Always so timid and never quite inviting he wondered why that was. Sure he had taken a bit of a liking to her and was trying his best to take care of Lila, but certain things she didn’t talk about. She was always just trying to lose herself in the moment or have some male take care of her in the circus as far as he knew. Right now that seemed to be him.

Ӈe couldn’t stand that about her she was a little girl but if he was the one raising , and so far he was, than he was going to do it right. So he simply insisted on having a dinner and decided to invite Elise they would just have to interact they have to get out of that shell sometime. Elise however didn’t seem to want to intrude but he didn’t mind maybe Lila did. Alright he knew Lila did but she can’t have all his attention and it was for the best. Beside he still wanted to see Elise’s artwork. Where she had emotion he lacked it where he had structure she had none. Maybe they could help one another reach a common goal become a true artist like he wanted. Sure he was pretty detached form the world already being so close to achieving his goal, but the lack thereof emotion just seemed to be getting in the way.

ɱany nights he would stare at a blank canvas and ponder. Drifting on into daydreams of beautiful artwork that everyone adored than he went to shake his admirers hand with nothing but a skeleton. Things would turn for the worse no one would buy his art it would leak black like death than he woke up. He would still be staring at the painting never quite moving his brush along the pages just a white empty canvas devoid of life and all feelings. Sometimes he managed to paint a picture for an hour but as he looked upon it something was always dull lacking luster going into a bit of rage leaving blank smudges and a broken canvas than nothing again. He couldn’t be an artist like this anymore so empty inside no expression wanting to burst out. Sure he was trying his best but it didn’t get him that far.

Ⱦhan he felt a hand brush over to him it was Lila he realized how much she meant to him how she helped him more than he helped her without knowing. She muttered something about was it okay? Oh the dinner he shrugged to himself kneeling before Lila again. He patted her head a little trying his best not to ruin her hair that he worked so hard on to make look effortless. She looked more disappointed than she let on her eyes were clearly on Elise in confusion and a bit of disdain. Women, this was why he only had one relationship… and it failed, he thought. Trying his best to smile only having it come out as a smirk he said. “Of course its okay it’s so okay that I’ll let you ride my back the whole way to the lunch and even get to a little candy,” he pointed giving showing her one finger than grabbed her hand, “but only a little you know how you get.” Joker stood facing Elise now with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “The kitchen awaits Mademoiselles.”●◉

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