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Mister Aladdin, sir ;;
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I'm on the job ;;
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You ain't never had a friend ;;
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You ain't never had a ;;
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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
