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[Sarifa Xionic]

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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 claimed Bekka’s c☼smetic’s as her ☼wn since she felt like everything in the circus was her very ☼wn. Rem☼ving the cap fr☼m her head she let her vi☼let hair fl☼w shaking ☼ut the strands with her fingers. It was a bit h☼t in that suit because ☼f the hair and she did n☼t like h☼t. Especially with the fire dancer s☼ near her must be the pr☼ximity making her burn up. She f☼und the fan she kept next t☼ her make-up mirr☼r turning it ☼n c ☼☼l circulating it t☼ bl☼w ☼n Elynn just f☼r fun. She started t☼ apply a nude lipstick c☼l☼r than a thin line ☼f white with a lip brush. It c☼ntrasted s☼ well with her multi-t☼ne skin. Next were her eyes she f☼und a few fake lashes and s☼me lash glue deciding t☼ make her eyes like a d☼ll adding them t☼ the t☼p and b☼tt☼m cl☼ser t☼ the ☼uter layer ☼f the eyes t☼ make them bigger. Blinking rapid t☼ test the lash thickness and h☼ld than she added an iv☼ry t☼ne there ☼n her eyelids. Next was the angled eyeliner brush t☼ add intensity with a bit ☼f white ar☼und the inner and ☼uter c☼rners ☼f the eye. Last was a bit ☼f light pink blush ☼n her cheeks she used a fan brush t☼ fade it ☼ut she preferred a natural l☼☼k. When she was satisfied she sm☼ ☼thed ☼ut her hair back int☼ the cap.

Ⱦhat’s when she sensed s☼ mething ☼ ff about Bekka. She must have been distracted with herself n☼ t t☼ n☼ tice since her w☼ rds barely registered. She knew f☼ r certain h☼ wever that it was always ar☼ und perf☼ rmance time in which Bekka acted ☼ dd. She did the ☼nly l☼gical thing t☼ d☼ in this situati☼n ask ☼ne ☼f the wandering spirits in the circus. It clearly said she was afraid ☼f perf☼rming t☼ sh☼w pe☼ple her healing abilities because ☼f the pain it caused her. Malicea laughed t☼ herself spinning in the chair ☼nce m☼re finding this abs☼lutely ridicul☼us. Pain was a blessing h☼w c☼uld Bekka n☼t see that and Malicea l☼ved when ☼thers were in pain it br☼ught her such j☼y and pleasure. It was ☼ne ☼f the very things that had been taken away fr☼m her by the cruel faith that she embraced s☼ well n☼w. As vague as that day might well be. If it was what Bekka hated she c☼uld help she was a g☼ ☼ d pers☼n after all. She did her best with the circus and kept her killings minimum ☼kay she kept them fr☼m being n☼ticeable. It was the right thing t☼ d☼ even if that line was m☼re gray than white as far as he was c☼ncerned.

Șhe starred a bit l☼☼ king ar☼und trying t☼ find her victim err… friend. Malicea sp☼tted Bekka in the pr☼p r☼☼m she than placed the makeup back in its bag since she asked s☼ nicely she dr☼pped it ☼n the c☼unter hard. It was put up n☼netheless ….making her way t☼ Bekka she watched every☼ne c☼nversing. It made her sick t☼ her st☼mach ☼r was that the new ☼rgans adjusting. Malicea crept behind Bekka just f☼r fun although Bekka already smelled her. She cl☼sed the d☼☼r leaving ☼nly the tw☼ ☼f them in the r☼☼m. Malicea grabbed a vile of liquid from between a hidden c☼mpartment in her tutu. She made p☼ti☼ns f☼r these ☼ccasi☼ns. She br☼ught her face within an inch ☼f Bekka placing a hand lightly ☼n her sh☼ulder tilting her neck t☼ the side.“I…CAN…make…Y☼UR…perf☼rmance…PAINLESS…☼ne…H☼UR…with…A...few...DR☼PS..of…THIS..f☼r…A…price,”she giggled h☼lding her palm ☼pen with the vine ☼il.


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Practice. It was something that was a vital part of a performer. After all, it was never fun when the audience had to watch the same thing everyday, diversity was key to keeping the audience coming back for more. The show wasn't that far away and the genie didn't want to waste his time waiting for the performance. After all, wardrobe and what not was something he could do in a bout five minutes, there wasn't a lot to his appearance because he refused to wear a lot of clothing. Not only would that be quite uncomfortable for him but it would get in the way and make him feel restricted. He did a lot of tumbles and aerial tricks in his performance and a lot of clothing wouldn't make him able to bend his body in certain ways. Though his outfits varied they usually did consist of giving him a stereotypical Genie appearance that he saw in the media so many times and seemed to be quite popular in society. Especially after that ridiculous Disney film that he had the displeasure of seeing. It gave Genies the appearance of being overly happy and singing random musical numbers whenever somebody rubbed their lamp, and they weren't large blue people either, that was just a rather strange depiction.

A thin white line painted perfectly across his room stretched from one end to the other. The furniture that surrounded it was cleared, therefore if he did stumble and fall he wouldn't have to suffer a collision with any heavy objects. Of course it seemed like a simple way to practice at first glance but it wasn't necessarily true. It took quite a bit of work to keep on the line as neatly as possible and having posture and balance perfect enough to not stumble or fall off. The male set his two feet vertical to each other and pushed off with the ball of the toe into a hand stand, his body was at a perfect 90 degree angle. Then something strange began to happen. With a nod of his hand the white line elevated from the ground as if it were being risen by something, and slowly began to change into a white rope. Luckily his room was high enough that he could get away with doing such things and of course it wasn't that high off of the ground, simply a few feet of elevation was all he needed to fulfill his practicing.

Once he was ready he pushed himself from the rope by his hands and landed back upon his feet , then slowly lowered into a split. Luckily for him he was flexible and lithe, his muscles weren't bulky which allowed him to be rather flexible and strong as well. Once he felt as though he was stretched enough he bounced back to his feet and lightly jogged across the rope until it turned into an array of tumbles all the way to the other end. Back flipping on a tightrope was certainly something unheard of among humans but the amazing thing about their freak show was that it was, in fact, a freak show. Their abilities allowed them to do many performances that regular artists could not, and he was grateful to be there, surrounded by other people that were like him, different and supernatural. At first he almost thought it too good to be true to be surrounded by performers that were demons, vampires, rag dolls, and actual witches. In a sense he was curious about all of the performers, though he didn't know that all too well he was going to eventually.

Eventually the male ceased his practicing and transformed the rope back into a simple white line on the ground. The male ran his fingers through his hair and left his tint, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. It wasn't necessarily cold outside, it felt nice actually, so maybe there would be a big audience today? Not that he cared all that much, money didn't matter any to him he was just happy that they could still perform for people that enjoyed their shows. He did manage to bypass people that were either on rides or were at the concession stands eating away at the foods, or some that were gazing towards the animals with such awe that he couldn't help but laugh. Then again he supposed that they didn't get a chance to see them everyday so more than likely it was somewhat exciting to see a large tiger, lion or elephant. Some humans were so easy to amaze that it was almost sad. Well, he didn't concern himself too much with that, his main priority at the moment was making his way to the costume rack to get dressed for the performance, of course he assumed they still had enough time to go before then but he hated waiting until the last minute because it was usually crowded with people who also waited until the last minute.

When he was finally there he began to strip his clothes immediately and folded them neatly, placing them in their respective places before going to his side of the clothing rack and picking out his clothes. They were simple enough and corresponded to what he was and his performance. It was a typical genie outfit. His blue harem pants were exaggerated and closed tightly around his ankle, and his white vest was open, showing his toned chest and stomach. The sultan had was typical and costume-like, it even had a jewel in the center with a feather sticking out. He put golden bracelets on his upper arms as well, just to finish it off. As for shoes, he preferred to go barefoot, therefore he didn't have to worry about the hole slipping off the rope ordeal that happened to many tightrope performers.



xxＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮ★ The Tent/Wardrobe.

xxＷＩＴＨ ★ Nobody in particular.


xxＭＯＯＤ ★ Calm/Excited

[valor-dohaeris]

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The vampire was confused. What did Malicea mean by a price..? Or rather, what did she mean by painless? This seemed as to risky of a deal. Knowing Malicea, Bekka really didn't want to strike a deal with the girl. Her price was probably a body part, or her skin... Rebekah shuddered at the thought and whipped around to face Malicea.

"What do you mean by 'Price?' I may agree, it's just a bother to have to be in immense pain. It doesn't leave a physical scar, but it sure does leave an emotional one." Bekka said, sighing. She looked down at the vial in Malicea's hand and stared intensely. In all of her years as a vampire, Bekka had never seen a liquid as that. It may be that Bekka never really paid attention. Or, it could be that it never was introduced to her. She took a couple steps back and sat on a large crate. She pulled her knees up to her chest and thought about the wager. If she said "Yes" then something entirely bad could happen. If she said "No." Then it would be pain, pain, pain.

Don't bother thinking about your answer yet, Bekka She thought. It all depends on Malicea's "price". Rebekah had been in a situation as this before. It was long, long ago; when she was in the alps with the other old vampires. Some humans with bottles galore had come to visit, seeking out Bekka. They offered her the gift of humanity, and to be free of the never-ending blood lust. She was young, and stupid. So, she agreed, wanting to be free of the vampire curse because it gave no happiness to her life. She drank one of the drinks, but had passed out instead of what they had said would happen. When she awoke, she was in a bright room with sunlight peeking through. Bekka had cried out in pain, because the sun had already given her a sunburn.

The people wanted her only because they knew at this point of life, she would do anything to be free of the vampire curse. They asked her if she wanted to feel the sunlight again, but with no consequence. They said that they would give her the true elixir, but with a price. The price was that she would kill two families of seven people, then bring their bodies to the people. Then, they said, she would be human again. Now, it's impossible to turn a vampire human by this point, but Bekka had no idea. So, she murdered the families, but the people had disappeared just as fast, leaving her with the shame of knowing that she had murdered fourteen people. After returning to the Monks, she was scolded and forced to sit her in room, and reflect on what she had done.

Now, Bekka is sure to check what exactly the price is, and think heavily about it: Not wanting the families of fourteen to come back and haunt her. She stood up from her crate and went over to another set of props, feeling each one.

"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!