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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:04 pm
"That's all?" The small boy sighed, hoping to have a little bit bigger of an answer, one that might've not made as much sense that he'd have to think through, but it was good enough...
"Your turn!" He quickly smiled and swung her arm again. "Me poser une question ou deux!"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:26 pm
 Trealia Knightly
Trealia chuckled at the boy. "There's more to the story, but that will wait." She said. She sighed almost afterward, thinking of something to ask him. "Alright..... From where did you originally hail? Your name is Japanese, yet you speak French as if it's your native tongue..." Why not. It's been bothering her for a bit.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 3:45 pm
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Oji laughed and swung Trealia's arm even more, taking in a deep breath before explaining. "My father is a mixed Asian, he doesn't... or didn't know what he was, but since his father had married a plain Japanese woman, he took Japanese and overruled my mother on the naming," the boy closed his eyes for a second to sigh, then looked right back at the woman with his bright pink eyes. "My father did tell me that Mère gave me my middle name- Noelle. She was a well mixed European. Polish, German, Italian, Swedish, so on in that area..." he gave a small smile, but it might've been evident to the woman the more he talked about this, the more he just wanted to crawl into a corner and huff over it continuously, wishing he hadn't remembered the stories and the man who had to tell them because the woman was long gone from the picture.
"Mère was born in France and died in France, so I feel it's important to stick with that as my main heritage..." Oji blinked at the woman and laughed. "Anyways...~" he hummed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:15 pm
Trealia Knightly
Trealia studied the boy as he explained his story. He held a smile, but Trealia could tell he held a great deal of sadness from just telling the story. She almost regretted asking. Almost. But she responded as followed, "The past is the past. Don't let it bother you." Easy for her to say. She gave a bit of a chuckle and flipped her knife.
"Жить сегодняшним днем, умирает на завтра." She didn't think she would have to say that... Ever.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:26 pm
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"Mmm!" The Pierrot's smile became real, nodding before speaking. "Rêve comme si tu vivras toujours, vis comme si tu vas mourir aujourd'hui! I read something like that somewhere, you just reminded me! I live by that, madame!"
The boy's smile melted, his lips pursing back together. "So about your family... your real one, not who you care more for..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:44 pm
Trealia Knightly
Trealia's eyes became grim, and the knife in her hand halted. "Well..." She began, taking in a huge breath, "I originally came from Russia. My mother died giving birth to me and my father was drunk, revolting excuse for human flesh. When I was 6, he pissed off the wrong people and we had to flee the country. When we got to America, he purchased forged identities for the both of us. I don't even remember my original name." She gave a sigh, then shook her head, remembering the little phrase she spoke earlier.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 4:52 pm
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"Oh... oh..." Oji sighed, and tried to force is eyes closed to think of a way to respond to what the woman had just said, but his eyes just kept fluttering half-way open and not a thought came to mind, so he did what he would to anyone when they told him something upsetting- he hugged onto her arm.
"U-umm... n-next question, madame..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:08 pm
Trealia Knightly
Trealia feel silent when the boy hugged against her arm. She gave a small smile. Pity? Perhaps. She never needed it, but it felt good getting it anyway. ""Жить сегодняшним днем, умирает на завтра..." She mutttered again. Mainly to herself. There was a set of black matryoshka dolls back in Russia that had the phrase carved on it. He Said they where her mother's.
"Alright," She chuckled, her knife twirling back in pace, "Why a clo- Pardon me, a Pierrot?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:35 pm
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"I was a runaway. That's how most kids get into the circus, and you know... most of them don't have a clue of how they fit in. I was just like that. When I arrived at a traveling circus that had visited by my town many times, I actually had no ideas what my job would be...
"At first, I thought Monsieur Ringmaster would eat me!" Oji smiled a huge toothy smile, imitating the ringmaster. "But he was so attractive! And eventually I found out that he was a very brilliant man too! It took me a few weeks of helping around the circus- doing small acts, cleaning up things, repairing things, handing things out... then one day Monsieur Ringmaster came up to me, patted my head, and told me that I could continue to help out the way I had over the past few weeks, but my main job from then on was to be a Pierrot, which he gave me my stage name, Prince Pierrot.."
The blond haired boy giggled and swung Trealia's arm again. "Désolé pour parler autant!" his giggling hushed down as he looked down. "So... does Trealia have a special someone? Or someone she wishes to be with?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 5:59 pm
Trealia Knightly
The woman groaned a bit from the boy swinging her arm too much. She's afraid that the clown would dislocate her shoulder. "Hmm... the life of the road.... Not as exiting as it sounds, but it's better than being chained down." She muttered.
She fell silent at the question though. A lesser woman would blush and deny anything. But Trealia wasn't a lesser woman. As a matter of fact, she laughed. "Hmph, if I were ever in love I might have never been in this state. But.... no. Never have I fell to the hearts desire." She said. Chuckling. This time she didn't know why.
"But.. Anyway..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:12 pm
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"Ah... vigoureux?" The pale boy pouted, that wasn't a very interesting story either. He let go of her arm and looked behind them, they actually hadn't walked that far even though it seemed like it, and unfortunately nothing was following them. The Pierrot sighed and hung his head, with the mood in the air, he couldn't help but feel that he was annoying the woman, so he decided to stay quiet unless asked to speak.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:31 pm
Trealia Knightly
Trealia sighed, not the story he was expectiing, but she wasn't no drama soap. She used this silence to look around. Nothing. Good. She looked at the clown for a moment. The woman couldn't help but pat the kid on his head. Hopefully giving him some piece of mind. "What about you?" She asked, not expecting much of an answer. "I know you're just a kid, but I'm sure you've at least checked a few people out." She gave a small chuckle.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 6:40 pm
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"A-ah... only mon mari," the Pierrot murmured. He reacted in the exact opposite way Trealia had. He was blushing a light pink that peeked through the areas of his face that didn't have the white makeup smeared across it and he poked his pinky fingers together nervously. "Not officially mon mari... but still... the major reason it's not official is because Monsieur Ringmaster is so much older... s-so..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:04 pm
Trealia Knightly
The mad woman nodded, the blade twirling fast in her hand. Lucky. But then again, what did she know? She was better off alone. She gave a deep breath at that little revelation. Again patting the kid on the head. He was blushing like a school girl. She chuckled.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 7:10 pm
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"W-what do you find so amusing all the time, madame Trealia?" Oji asked, poking at the woman's arm that he previously clung to.
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