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 Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 8:20 pm
Large wooden posts frame the entrance to the circus grounds, topped with black and gold flags sporting a crescent moon design on them. A long beaten path leads up to the entrance of a large tent. Upon entering the tent, one is greeted with more flashes of gold and black, as these colors decorate the interior of the performance tents. The tent itself isn’t as large as your average circus tent, though it is still a good size for its acts. Trapezes are hung overhead and various other set pieces are scattered about the ring. The electrics above house a multitude of moving spotlights and Fresnel lanterns which keep the show illuminated. There are three slightly elevated platforms in the ring, spots in which the Ringmaster and mistress stand during shows, announcing each act. The stands for the audience are simple stadium like seats, the rows being raised more and more the further back they go.
If one ventures behind the performance tent, they’ll be met with a miniature tent city. The tents are lined up in a grid pattern, and beyond that is a temporary stable for the animals used in the show. The tents house two troupe members each, aside from the ringmaster, who has her own personal tent.
Off to the side of the tents is the mess hall, where food is prepared and served for the troupe members. The troupe doesn’t tend to complain about the food being served there, but one would question if that is because of the quality, or because of the large one eyed man that acts as chef for Cirque du Noire.
A wood post fence walls in the circus grounds, with every few posts having a black and gold flag fluttering from it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2011 9:14 pm
"Perfect~" A soft chuckle came from dark tinted lips that were turned up at the corners in a grin that was anything but innocent. The owner of the devious smile was a rather freakish looking woman with bloody pools for eyes that twinkled with mischevious intent as she stared at her "project". "Now then~ Time to put my hardwork to ussse." With another round of barely concealed laughter, the femme fatale grabbed a hold of a spare scarf that she had laying on her cot before wrapping it around the item she had put so much time and effort into. As soon as she was sure it was concealed entirely and no one would know what it was, she crept to the opening of her tent, peeking out in an almost conspiratory manner before slipping out of he opening and heading down the dirty path towards the main tent in which Cirque Du Noire would hold its shows.
Naturally, the shady acting woman would stop every few seconds, ears straining to listen for any movement from within the other members' tents. It was far too late in the evening for anyone to be up, the moon having risen to its highest point before beginning its trek downwards through the wispy clouds that littered the dark sky. In a few hours, however, the first tier members would be up and bustling about--the senior members always awoke first so as to keep an eye on their juniors. Just in case anything were to go...awry--in expectation for another show. Things would have to be in perfect shape, the mechanics checked, the animals taken care of, things that the reptilian woman often found tedious and boring (she'd do them anyway, but with complaints on the tip of her tongue the entire time). As the process of walking a few feet then stopping to listen continued, Reivyn gripped the parsel in her possession tighter, her heart rate increasing as she began to reach her destination.
It was always near the end of a plan that she would become so excited, mostly because that was the time things tended to go wrong. And, indeed, as luck or fate would have it, she heard the sounds of awakening. Had she made a mistake and thought it earlier in the morning than it actually was? "Damn!" The swear was kept low, just in case she'd made a mistake, and she quickened her pace. In her haste, she'd forgotten to watch where she was going and one of the pointed heels of her stilettos caught a very conveneniently placed stake in the ground that held up one of the many tents sending her teetering before stumbling forwards, scaled arms flying out in front of her to help regain her balance. Since it was such an instictual reaction, she hadn't thought about the covered object in her hand, the action making it loosen from her grasp and fall towards the ground as she watched with horror stricken eyes.
Of course she had tried to stop its descent, lunging forwards, fingers splayed and stretched to grasp a stray end of the scarf, but to no avail, it cascaded down and as it made impact with the ground, the sound of shattering glass reached her ears. For a whole second, she stood still, forgetting the other members. All her hardword...gone, just like that.
She kneeled down and slowly pulled the cloth away from the little display. On the ground now sat a ruined figurine set, the glass case broken and allowing the dirt and mud to seep into the clothe big-top and stain the black and gold with brown specks. The small miniatures that resembled her family of circus performers were broken, their clothes just as the tent and there bodies in pieces, the porcelain having been much too fragil to survive the fall. Her blank expression melted away quickly into that of an angry child as she stood up and stomped the ground, pouting and sulking. "Now my sssurprissse is ruined!" In her greif, she hadn't realized that she'd raised her voice and spoken--more like yelled--much louder than she should have. That is, until she realized that the stirring inside the tents increased and muffled voices--probably swearing her name right now--could be easily heard through the fabric.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 8:45 am
 Five days was a long time to go without sleep. Being stubborn, though, Silencieux was ready to keep going. The longer she could go without falling asleep, the better. It wasn’t as if she were trying to break a record, though, the woman just didn’t like to sleep. There were simply too many hours in the day that got wasted with sleep. Not to mention, the mind was often allowed free range when one gives into sleep, and that was definitely something that she wanted to avoid. So Silencieux was busy preoccupying her time and utilizing techniques to keep awake. She had already gone through her third cup of coffee in the past hour or so, and she had found the fastest paced, non-soothing music in her record collection. It was a jazzy, big band sound, the kind that made people want to get up and dance.
The Shape Shifter sat behind her desk, though, absentmindedly toying with a small golden globe that sat on her desk. She flicked a finger, sending the orb spinning quickly on its axis. Her tent was full of wonderful knickknacks and treasures such as this. Extravagant statuettes, antique leather bound books, first editions, naturally, expensive tapestry from far off lands, the finest silk spread across the bed that she barely used, and finely decorated boxes full of coins and treasures acquired from her travels, amongst other things. The room had an air of expensive tastes that seemed strange for someone that belonged to the circus life. Silencieux liked her treasures though, and she was very possessive over them. She never permitted members of her troupe to enter her tent; for fear that one of them may have sticky fingers. Those that did find themselves inside the dragon’s den without her permission, however, would find Silencieux to be the fiery beast within.
Silencieux tipped her coffee cup towards her with a sigh. It was a reminder that she had already gone through all that she had brought from the mess hall. She would have to remember to invest in a personal coffee maker, with how much she went through the stuff. This meant she would have to make her way to the mess hall. The woman could only hope that Louis was awake already, getting ready for the next day’s meals. She had to be thankful for the man, he was a hard worker, and would take time out of whatever he was doing at the time to cater to the Ringmaster’s caffeine addiction.
With a small bit of a grunt, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing at her temples with her index and middle fingers. Staying up for this long often left the woman with horrible headaches, sometimes getting to a near intolerable level. She leaned over slightly, opening the drawer to her desk to pull out a brown prescription bottle. She had to move up to a higher dosage than the typical, over the counter pain reliever, as they had stopped working for her long ago. Her doctor was unaware of her bizarre and harmful sleeping habits, so he had blamed her pain on migraines and prescribed her the right medicine. It certainly did help, but Silencieux could not help but wonder how long they would remain useful. She retrieved a small white pill, popping it back without the need of something to wash it down. She then hid the bottle in the back of her desk drawer. Despite not allowing her troupe members into her tent, the woman didn’t want to risk exposing her near dependency on modern medication to them. It was a silly fear, but her something that her people would have definitely frowned upon.
The Shape Shifter’s ears perked up slightly, hearing a noise coming from outside. Identifying the sound, Silencieux could not help but let out an exasperated sigh. There was a certain snake woman that was causing a ruckus outside, which to be perfectly honest was not too far outside of the norm. She looked over to the clock. It was reaching the early hours of the morning, the other troupe members would still be sleeping. Silencieux knew that there would be trouble if the noise continued and they all woke from their needed slumber. With another sigh, the woman pushed herself from her chair, getting up to her feet. Well, since she was awake anyways, she might as well take care of the problem herself.
As she walked by, she switched off her phonograph, silencing the music. She grabbed a coat, slipping it on before stepping out into the cold air outside of her tent. She spotted Sin easily, the woman in all honesty wasn’t hard to miss. Silencieux cleared her throat to get the reptile’s attention, quirking a brow as she looked to the taller woman. “And might I inquire just why you are making so much noise at this time of night?”
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 1:41 pm
Having been busy with cleaning up the remains of her failed project, Reivyn was much too preoccuppied to notice the sound of approaching footsteps that thudded towards her. Unprepared for an interruption from her task--though only the Gods know why, she'd been loud enough to wake the dead--the snakeish female jolted up to her feet and spun around quite quickly as she head the leader of the cirque's voice radiate throughout the little distance between them. Reivyn's face had been turned into the perfect picture of a theif caught red handed, eyes wide and mouth hanging down slightly in a dumbstruck fashion before immediately slipping into the sheepish grin that was always present when she found herself to be in trouble.
"U-uhm...well...." With a nervous chuckle, she glanced back down to the mess on the ground before looking back up at the dark-tressed woman. She'd worked so hard on the little set, planning and even stitching together a good deal of the fabric pieces herelf, but now it was nothing more than bits of debris on the ground, not even worth the time it would take to explain the situation. Her lips fell down into an uncharacteristic frown before she gave a half-hearted shrug, the robe she'd been using to hide her scales slipping in the slightest and causing a sparkle to radiate from her neck area thanks to the glittering pieces of blue and white. "Nothing important. I apologizze for being ssso loud." Never being one to be completely serious in a situation, Reivyn couldn't stop herself from giving a mock-bow like a servant would, her body dipping at the waist and her unpinned hair falling around the front of her face before she pulled herself back up into a straight position. "Isssn't that right, Goliath~?"
As if agreeing with her, her oldest companion, Goliath, gave a hiss and bobbed his head once in a lazy manner before falling back around her shoulders like a shawl--he was certainly big enough to be one, he'd grown a good deal since she first found the albino anaconda. There was a pause in Reivyn's momentum as she'd gone to continue her apology, mostly just to be annoying, but partially to express she really was sorry. Her eyes were a great deal better than any human's and immediately they locked onto the dark bags under the slightly intimidating woman's own crimson hues. A knowing grin pulled the natural black lips upwards and an amused expression contorted her face as she gave a hum of disapproval. "My, my~ The Madame'sss not been sssleeping again, hmm~? At thisss rate, it'd be better for you to shoot yourssself up with adrenaline inssstead of drinking coffee. Tsssk, tsssk~"
Of course she expected to be reprimanded for her comment--and a smack to the head would have probably been appropriate, as well, if the other were the out-right violent sort. But she honestly did worry about the woman sometimes having become so accustomed to her strange sleeping habits, or, more precisely, her lack thereof. Family came first to the fiendish freak, surprisingly enough, and she'd do her best to keep them healthy. That meant she'd even go so far as to pester mademoiselle Silencieux about whether or not she rested (not that she planned to ever get far in that one, but still).
"Ssso, I take it you're heading to the messs hall, yesss?" Not waiting for an answer, she took a breif look at the sky before running a pale hand through her frosty tresses, pushing them away from her face. "Everyone'll be up sssoon, ssso~ I'll jussst get breakfasst early before choresss start." A marvelous plan in her mind, if she started early, she'd finish early in theory. But, as always, nothing ever went as planned with a circus full of such rowdy people. Goliath, having been the only snake that stayed ever present upon her body even when the others found residence around her tent, slithered his way around her shoulders until he was far enough to stretch his massive body outwards and twist around so that he could stare directly into the face of his handler, his serpentine tongue flickering out and several distressed hisses seeping out along with the forked appendage, his words understood by only her: "What about the cook?
In response, Reivyn's expression once again shifted, this time into that of blank annoyance accompanied by a flat tone that hid a lifetime of negativity. "Oh...yeah...him." The man was like their mortal enemy and she swore that he was out to get her everytime she even walked into his presence. Unfortunately, he was also the only source of nurishment. He might give her absolute hell about critiquing his cooking skills--especially since she ever only ate whole animals that had been freshly killed like a real snake--but he did feed her, so she could grit her teeth at least this once besides the Madame was there and would be witness if she suddenly "disappeared".
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Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2011 3:03 pm
Ace drowsily opens his eyes. Something had caused him to wake up from his deep sleep, but he wasn’t sure what it was since his mind is half awake. The warmth and comfort of both the blanket and pillow are pulling his back into his slumber, but before he does so, he let one of his arm reaches out toward a wooden clock out of habit. After fiddling with the light button of the clock on his study desk, the clock’s face glows up, showing him that it’s 4:25am. He groans at the thought of having only 35min to sleep before placing the clock back on the table. Ace pulls the blanket over his head for comfort, which tends to help lessen his grumpiness from waking up in the morning earlier than he is used to.
A whining (or is it hissing?) female voice went through the waterproof wall of his tent, causing him to jump in bed. With his mind fully awake now, he sat up from bed rubbing his eyes. He’s not sure whether he should be surprised by this or not, since he didn’t pay much attention or thought to the noise from earlier. Looking down from his bed, he sees his friend Bani rolling around inside his new bed which is clearly a fruit basket bought from the other day. Squeaking noise came out from underneath the blue handkerchief that is meant to be it's blanket. Without knowing/understanding the Bani’s native tongue, anyone can tell from the tone that it’s complaining about the snake charmer.
Knowing full well on how much Bani enjoys its beauty sleep, Ace quietly got out of his bed as to not disturb his friend. The cold morning air causes Ace to shiver a bit, reminding him that he’s not inside a shelter with actual heating system anymore. He didn’t mind so much about the lack of it though. The morning breeze is one of many things that’ll help keep him wide awake and full of energy in the mornings anyway. Rather than changing into his gym clothes that is made up of sweater and sweat pant for the morning, he fetches his black cloak that was hung from his office chair and a flashlight from the cabinet of his desk. He walks around the wooden coffee table located in the middle of the room to reach the tent’s entrance. For now, he is only interested in what Snake Charmer Reivyn is doing outside.
Ace peek his head outside to look at the night sky. The sun won’t be up in about an hour, so it would be best if he didn’t disturb the others around him. Well, it’s not like he could anyway, since he could hear others rustling around inside their tents because of the voice from earlier. Putting on his cloak and turning on his flashlight, Ace steps out of his tent and flashes the light down the walkway between the sleeping tents. He keeps the light on the down low, making sure he wouldn’t hit someone’s face with it. Not thinking about what he should be doing after he find Reivyn, he head toward the direction where he had heard her voice.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 8:05 am
He smirked as he watched Alexander down the first glass of wine. "Do you always drink so much?" Alexander only smiled as he placed the glass down with a content sigh. He walked over to the other man, wrapped his arms around his neck, and gave a long and deep kiss. "It's good for warming up bodies," was all he said as he pulled his lips away.
xXx
Alexander woke up, his eyes already wide awake with a lagging mind. He sat up and did his best not to wake up who ever laid beside him. It was one of the new-comers, one that would leave in a matter of days after seeing the hectic and glamourless life of the circus.
He stretched his back, hearing the bed creak alongside his bones. He pulled off the covers and didn't even shiver at the sudden coldness that swept his naked body. Picking his clothes from the ground, he dressed himself in the darkness, careful to arrange his scarf to hide whatever marks he believed there were on his neck. Alexander was rather paranoid, but then again, he didn't mind if someone did see them.
After all, it was he who started the rumour that he would have sex for books or alcohol. Preferably both.
He would purposefully target newcomers because their windows were short. They would come and leave. While the others, he could take his time and most likely receive free gifts without having to sell himself.
He wasn't beautiful, but remembers many compliments on his odd shade of purple irises.
Grabbing the small stack of books, tied together with cheap butcher string, and the rest of the wine bottle, Alexander left the tent. The night was still not over, so he couldn't simply sit in the moon light and read. His eyes could not handle such feeble lighting, but he had no money to spend on candles or oils.
He could, however, enjoy and drink the rest of the wine right then and there. The thought was tempting as he wandered aimlessly around the tents, surprisingly a bit lost. The stars were obscured by some thin clouds that would stretch across thee sky. They weren't strong enough to block the moon, but the stars would glimmer off and on, like the sequins on... Sin's clothing.
Somehow his feet has led him to the snake charmer and the Mademoiselle. Ah, he understood now. He must have unconsciously tracked the Mademoiselle's strange and powerful wish... Even Alexander admits he's fairly good at lying to himself. He just wanted to make another connection with her. Even if it was fake.
He smiled wanly at them, having the hand with the wine bottle in it, the other busy holding his newly acquired books.
"Good evening, mesdemoiselles. What are you two doing up this late? It'll be dawn in a few hours."
His smile grew tense as his gaze turned over to the snake charmer. He had nothing personally against her, but her presence could be troubling for his soul. Her usual mischief was influenced by her want for corruption and revealing the true nature of humans. If Alexander wasn't careful around her...
Only a few days ago, while they were talking and sitting together for breakfast with a couple others, Alexander allowed his mind to wander carefree and dangerously. Sin's thought, her wish drifted into his own mind. He mulled it over as he chewed his food.
Sin was always trying to get him to do odd things that he found unnecessary, but needed according to her philosophy. "But aren't I already corrupt and damnable?" he thought to himself as he began to review all the things he's done to perhaps tell to Sin, but kept to himself regardless. It made him queasy as images began to appear in his head. His eyes were glued to the plate, his fork poised above the rim ready to stab another piece. A single reel of film played in his head... Over and over again.
A child -No, a fetus- No, a human being -No, an unformed creature- A baby! For God's sakes! A baby!
His mind argued back and forth, trying to use science to keep his humanity at bay with the single detail. He never considered it odd whenever someone else killed another human or did other inhumane things, but found it the most detestable acts whenever he committed the crimes himself.
His hand shook and dropped the fork louder than he would ever wanted. Eyes were now on him as they began to wonder what was wrong. His own gaze wandered up from his plate to someone else's. He couldn't remember who's, but soon he was running out of the mess hall.
Once outside and away from the pressure, the people, the stares, he hurled and vomited everything he had just eaten. He continued to retch, even when there was nothing left inside of him. He leaned against one of the taunt ropes holding the tent upright as he caught his breath and composure.
On that other plate he happened to glance upon, were some sausages the cook had grilled for the morning's breakfast. Alexander himself did not eat meat, and it only made him slightly uncomfortable to look at it. However, in his already agitated and some what deranged state of mind, it was enough to tip him over the edge.
Doing his best to remove the taste of vomit from his mouth, he spat dryly before reentering the mess hall. The cook, believing that Alexander was retching profusely because of his cooking, was highly insulted and threw a pronged fork usually used to stab meat with at him. Unfortunately, Alexander did not possess the reflexes necessary to dodge the sharp yet blunt instrument. Luckily, his arm was raised to lift the tent's tarp while entering, that the fork only pierced his forearm.
Now usually one would be screaming in pain if a miniature trident was stabbing their arm, but Alexander only stared at the elongated fork and said "Ah.." as though he had just discovered the fork on his arm. He pulled out a good few centimeters and dropped it on the ground before returning to his seat. He smiled to everyone with a haggard look on his face. He began to nod, a bit to himself, as he said "Well, this day is rather eventful already."
He picked his fork again and resumed eating while everyone was left to wonder what exactly happened.
[[Lalala... Too much random stuff in this post. Sorry, the last scene was in my head for a while.]]
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 9:37 pm
[[I had to write mine quickly, so it's got a lot of random stuff in it, too v.v]]
Following happily behind the Madame--and even skipping like a little kid--Reivyn absentmindedly brushed her clawed digits over the length of the massive snake draped around her shoulders as if fingering an actual boa. In return to the attention, the filmy lid on Goliath's eyes closed showing that it was almost in a sleep like state with how content he was at the moment, the woman's constant humming as she walked helping him like a lullaby and the rocking of a cradel. The anaconda rather liked being treated like a baby, despite its size, he was just as bad about recieving attention as his handler. The further they walked away from the first tier tents, the less active the inhabitants in the home-like fabrics seemed to be moving about, whether it was from not having heard her angry yell or out of sheer will power to sleep, she didn't know.
She was rather estatic, actually, to be one of the first people to get to the mess hall for breakfast seeing as how, out of respect for the others eating, she would normally have to take her meal outside and come back in to finish conversing. It was annoying to miss out on interesting coversations, even if it was only ten minutes worth and only happened once a week--it'd take all week for her to digest the one meal, thankfully, so it wasn't an often occurrence--because her eating habits were considered...unpleasant. She supposed she understood, if she were on the other end, she'd not want to really watch someone swallow down a freshly slaughtered animal whole, but she WAS the one doing it, so it was only a hinderance to her in this case.
Unfortunately, like so many things were doing today, her happy thoughts were stomped upon when she noted the bobbing of flaxen hair some ways off. Because of the distance and the fact that the person was weaving inbetween tents, often blocking themselves from view completely, she couldn't quite make out who it was....at first. As soon as he hit a straight path towards them, the drunken gate gave him away as their very own card reader. Damn. She had thought him a lower ranked member that she could scare into staying out of the tent long enough for her to finish her meal. Too bad.
All the same, as he called out to her and the leader she was still trailing behind, an easy-rip smile tore across her too pale face, revealing pointed, delicate fangs next to rows of perfectly positioned teeth, all pointed unnaturally in order to grip prey and hold them so they can't snatch away without injury. Reivyn lifted her hand from its sitting position on Goliath's back and gave an excited wave, a knowing glint in her eyes. "Hello, Mr. Manwhore~ And how are we tonight? Sssneaking off from another tent? What a cruel lover!" She tried to make her face mirror that of a person that was tossing a horrible accusation about. Tried being the keyword as she couldn't quite keep it and instead ended up bursting into a round of melodic laughter along with Goliath who sounded more like he was choking seeing as how it wasn't really possible for a snake to laugh.
Everyone had heard of his nightly escapades by now, word travelled quickly. Rumours especially, it was sad to say that a bunch of the younger and newer troupes gossipped worse than teenage girls at a highschool. Not that she didn't use that to her advantage, she just never partook in it herself, preferring to just use the information being given out so freely to her advantage. "Actually, I'm quite proud of you~ Ussing your manly sexinessss to get what you want. Bravo~" Continuing her teasing, she winked at the man and blew him a kiss like some sexual deviant before laughing once more, though, much quiter and she sobered up much quicker, flashing fom the subject quickly and returning to a more relevant one. "We're going for breakfassst, asss they ssay, the early bird catchess the worm. What about you? Or have you an idea of what time it isss at all? You'd have to be up sssoon anywaysss." With a flourish of her hands, she gestured at the moon's position in the sky, further off now with the elasped time. She vaguely wondered, now that she thought of how long she'd been out at all, if she should have finished cleaning all the glass and porcelain from the ground. Someone might step on it....Nah, if they couldn't pay attention, it'd be their own faults.
From the corner of her eye, she caught the flap of another colorful tent open and close, the illusionist having roused and walked out, as well. But it was a ways off and she was sure they'd meet up in the mess hall, as well. "Mah...looksss like I'm eating outssside again...."
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:15 pm
((Before I post. I'M CONFUSED, HUN. What's going on!? XDD ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 12:14 pm
xXxJackxXxOffxXxJillxXx [[OOC; Just a little light-hearted reprimanding on my girl's part about your's poor sleeping habits before she decided to get to the mess hall early to get a quicker start before Ace woke up and Alexander joined us and she applauded his horrid habits. That clear it up or is it still confusing? xD Cuz I think I did a shitty summary of the situation.]] ((OOC: That made things more confusing, lol. Lets see... Snake Charmer Sin drops her project and whines about it. Ringmaster Sil, Card Reader Alexander, and Illusionist Ace heard Sin's voice and got up/out. Sil met Sin. Sin makes comment about Sil's sleeping habit. Alexander met up with Sil and Sin. -or- Sin went to mess hall for a meal and came back just in time to spot Alexander and Ace walking around. Is she currently having her meal right now? I would like to post, but I don't know whether Ace's supposed to see Sin eating or not. If he saw Sin eating some animal whole, I'm sure Ace's going to be bewildered and freak out after that. xD ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2011 2:23 pm
[Yeah, what Yen said xD and sorry, I was trying to get it down in the easiest way possible since I was on mobile. ^^; No, she hasn't gotten her food yet, though, if you want Ace to freak out, he need only follow her outside once at the mess hall xD]
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2011 6:49 pm
The Ringmaster shot a very cold, harsh glare at the snake woman. Her ears were held low and she had a very displeased look upon her already tired face. She was fully aware that the bags under her eyes were a dead giveaway to how little sleep she was actually getting, but her troupe knew better than to bring it up with their leader. Then again, considering who it was coming from, there wasn’t too much of a surprise. Sin was known for pestering the other residents of Noire. Exhaling a huff from her nostrils she pointed a harsh finger at the serpentine woman. “My sleeping habits are my own business, and I’ll remind you once again to not bring them up.” With that, she walked past Sin and started heading towards the mess hall, answering the woman’s second question.
She stopped for a moment, not bothering to look back to Sin. “Oh, and if you are so worried about how much rest I need, I imagine you won’t mind feeding and cleaning the beasts’ stables this morning. You can add that to your chores, right?~” With a grin, she continued towards the mess hall tent. Silencieux always held the threat of cleaning out the beasts’ stables over people’s heads. Since she was the one who held the amulet, she was the only soul that those creatures did not act hostile towards. So anyone else that went in there usually came out with a good share of scrapes and bruises.
The woman’s trek soon paused once more as another member’s voice carried over to her ears. Her ears perked up a little as she turned around, only to be met with the blonde soothsayer. Silencieux could not help but wrinkle up the bridge of her nose. The man carried a heavy scent of sex and alcohol and she could not help but be a bit repelled. Usually she did not care what her troupe did, as long as they did not cause problems for her and her circus, but her over-sensitive senses could not handle some of their recreational activities.
Either way, however, Silencieux gave an acknowledging nod towards the small, accompanying it was a soft, welcome smile. “Good morning, Alexander.” She opened her mouth to answer the man’s questions, but was soon cut off by the snake woman beside her. She closed her mouth again, looking to Sin with a rather flat and irritated look. More of her teasing? Was it all really that necessary? And she was being so loud at that! Honestly, she was going to wake up the rest of the troupe with her volume.
Giving a bit of an aggravated sigh, the woman rubbed at one of her temples with her index finger. “I was simply making my way to the mess hall for more coffee. However, I’m not sure if Louis is ready to serve anyone breakfast at the moment.” Louis was a very prompt man, and he did not serve meals to anyone before or after the allotted time. Anyone that could not make it there in that time period would have to go without food until the next meal.
Silencieux was also not in the mood to explain why throwing knives at the rest of the troupe would not be a good thing.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 12:56 pm
Hearing Sin yelling out the word “man whore” made Ace stop in his tracks. It wasn’t the first time he heard of the word, but it’s not something people expect to hear at the crack of dawn. Whenever it’s mentioned, it would be kept between the newcomers in the late evening. Our resident card reader, Alexander, would often be brought up as well, since the two comes together as a pair these days. When Ace first heard of the rumor, he confronted Alexander about it since it's degrading Alexander as a person. Alexander only replied with vague answers to him, making him rather puzzled. At this time and age, why would one go so far as selling oneself for books? Realizing it's not getting them anywhere, Ace decided that the best thing he could do is to lend Alexander some books every now and then. It may take a few days for the books from home to arrive, but at least it’s something to keep Alexander occupied.
If he recalls, Sin said something about her plan being ruined earlier as well. Her outcry must have woken Alexander up if they’re chatting with each other right now, but that seem unlikely. It’s too quick for Alexander to have met up with Sin between the two shouting events. Does that mean Alexander was also up and early, like Sin? What are the two doing at the earlier hours of the day? Ace wondered. From what Ace learned since his joining of the circus, they don’t seem to get along with each other well. They treat each other nicely in their own ways, openly, but there always seem to be some sort of negative tension coming off of Alexander whenever they're together. Ace always wondered whether Sin’s blackmailing Alexander with something. Hopefully, it’s not related to books again.
Since Ace wasn’t sure what to make of the current situation, he decided to stay where he was and flash the light further down the path to see whether anyone’s nearby. The broken glass pieces of Sin’ project reflected the light back to Ace, making him curious as to what’s laying there. The clear color meant it's not one of those beer bottles, and he’s sure that glass cups for wine are not to be brought outside, so what is the former shape of this glass he’s looking at? Walking closer toward it, he was able to pick out broken ceramics and fabrics. Maybe it’s just someone taking out the trash, and the bag had a hole in it, Ace thought. Whatever it is, he has to clean it up, or else someone will step on it and damages their shoe (or feet for those who are barefooted).
After getting down on one knee, Ace took a better look at the pieces that lay out before him. The theme colors of mini-Noirs’ tent and the way it was sewn together gave it away that this was supposed to be some sort of miniature version of the real circus. He spotted Madam Silenieux’s figurine that’s easily identifiable with her long ears sticking out of her black hair, and the large red eyes. There’s the bird nest of Alexander’s much lighter hair color which stood out a lot more than Sil's, but the clothing seems to be poorly made in comparison, a pretty good representation of him though. There’s also the little figure of the Illusionist’s, whose head fell off easily, and limbs hanging loosely from the fabric as Ace picks it up for a closer look. Ace couldn’t help but find it cute, but disappointed and disturbed at the same time. Someone must have put a lot of effort into making this, and now it might need to be thrown away. Maybe… Ace thought, Maybe I can fix this? Some pieces are missing, but it shouldn’t be too hard for me to replace.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 7:15 pm
Alexander couldn't help but laugh softly with Sin. He was a rather pathetic man without much to say, yet he still quipped back a bit. "It appears I've leveled up from b***h to manwhore." The crude words were spoken so softly and smoothly, that they seemed to be commonplace and familiar on Alexander's tongue, when in reality he rarely cuss or swore when he did talk.
Already used to her personality and words, took Sin's teasing and taunting without anything else to say. But when the Mademoiselle cringed as he stepped closer, he consciously pulled his scarf just a little higher, hiding his chin and almost his lips as though trying to hide himself from her. But that was all he did. He reacted no more, no less, without change on his sombre face. He found emotions often too frivolous and capricious. And found his affections for the Mademoiselle even worse.
'Tomorrow, tomorrow. My feelings will change by tomorrow.' And true enough, they would as his feelings would only grow more twisted and deeper, like a vine slowly creeping upward as it's roots remain hidden to even himself. Alexander was not the sort to stutter or blush. He did not feel his heartbeat flutter rapidly as though he was about to die. But with a clear and still puzzled mind, he still knew that he loved the Mademoiselle. His affections themselves were just so strange to Alexander that he did not tell her through words or actions nor to anyone at all. He simply observed his emotions as though it was another plant he would stumble upon as the circus would travel. He would get closer, touch it, and see it as another specimen, but left it where it was and would moved on until he would chance upon it again through fate.
He did not care or at least did not want to care.
When the Mademoiselle greeted him and said his name, he felt a twitch of the corners of his mouth as it turned just a few discreet degrees upward. He nodded and said, "I'll join you both for breakfast." When was the last time he ate? It was an apple yesterday afternoon, and that was it. It wasn't that the chef bothered or scared him, even after having a fork thrown and stabbing him. -He was just doing his job like everyone else after all.- But rather, Alexander is just so out of tune with his own body that he usually failed to notice things like pain... or pleasure.
Which is why he sold his body for books and booze, being too lazy to go out into town himself or finding dealing with people outside too bothersome.
He enjoyed the reclusiveness of the circus and its people. He found people in general, loud and annoying as soon as he meets them, knowing too much about the true person and their future and past with a single meeting. The dark circus were filled with people that Alexander-no, Alexandre Pierre would have found disturbing and high-tailed at the mere sight of. But now, he enjoyed the darkness and strangeness though he felt no particular affinity with the magical and odd creatures he called his friends, as he was one of the few humans in the upper tents.
Ace was human as well, but he was... different for another reason. He was too happy, so pleasant and kind. The small stack of books in his hand weighed just a little heavier. When Ace offered Alexander some reading material, he couldn't help but be suspicious at first. He couldn't help but believe some sort of string attached to the papers. He couldn't help but feel like he was taking the devil's deal, unknowing of the end.
But no.
Ace was truly a generous person. For that reason, Alexander was slightly more open to him. He still has his reserves, but he always does with everyone. He also can't help but go out of his way and sabotage or stop anyone who would abuse Ace's kindness. At times like those, he would be thankful for once of his abilities to read people and the future. Though, at the same time, he dislikes these urges to step out of his boundaries and into other people's worlds. But Ace would be safe, and he supposed he wanted things to peaceful for the young man.
He can't help but wonder sometimes just how naive and innocent Ace was and how often and hard Sin tries to corrupt him.
[[Oh dear... Here I was trying to explain why he loved Sil, but only ended up confusing myself. XD]]
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 1:47 am
With a flail of her hands and a groan, the rather childish being began to give protest to having to clean out the beasts cages…yet again. But, luckily, this time she thought better of it. If she continued on, she might have to do it for the entire week! That could prove to be the death of a large selection of her outfits, not to mention prolonged exposure to their mess often had the unfortunate side effect of being followed by a dreadful smell that was nearly impossible to rid one’s self of, another reason to have to purchase more clothes. It was much too hard to come by a store that even sold the sort of things Reivyn delighted in wearing, she would often times have to have them tailored to her tastes, and that was even more expensive! But what other option was there, she’d not taken the time to learn the skill herself.
Her pouting instantly ceased upon having finally taken note of Alexander’s self-insulting comment—that’s what it was in her opinion, even if it was meant as a joke—causing a grin to twitch up the corners of her dark-tinted lips. “That’ss right~ Ranking up in life, my, aren’t you ssso proud?” The serpent lady gave a pat to the man’s back as if further celebrating his “accomplishment” before letting her arm drop and starting forwards. Goliath moved his position, wrapping around her throat like a large necklace so that he could lean off her shoulder, looking behind her as she strode towards the mess hall, obviously expecting the card reader to be following behind her since he’d said he would be joining her and their esteemed leader. He bobbed his head once, opening his mouth in what most would be perceived as a threatening act, however, it was only his way of smiling. He’d picked up on doing such curious things from his handler, finding her gestures and expressions to be both amusing and highly entertaining, but more-over, they were useful in conveying what she was thinking without words. Could one blame him for deciding to mimic such things, even at the risk of trading his natural traits and abilities for these new ones? It did cause a commotion amongst the other’s that were currently back in the tent seeing as they found him strange, but nonetheless, he liked acting like the woman that had found him all those years ago.
In fact, if anyone ever asked the reptilian female the opinions of her various “pets”, she laugh and tell them that there were far too many that were far too insulting and would hurt too many feelings to be relayed, unless it were Goliath’s opinions, in which case, it really depended on how you took it to if one would be offended or not. He liked the rest of the troupe, honestly, but only because Reivyn liked them. And they were an endless source of entertainment for him, and just as his master, he valued that. He absolutely loathed being bored. And, as it were, Alexander was one of his favorite humans to observe, the drunken man was always doing something or another that he found amusing.
Patting the side of his massive back, the woman reached an arm around her head and gently coaxed him to loosen slightly so that she could move her neck more freely, he was too close to her chin for her to even try at the moment. Immediately, he complied, scales brushing scales as he moved backwards, his white body being distinguished from her’s only by the added blue on her own scales which were shining magnificently now that the sun seemed to be peeking up over the horizon. It was officially morning and disappointment dripped over her form once more. “Look at thisss…I’ve wasssted ssso much time!” Not bothering to wait for Alexander to catch up, or anyone for that matter, she stormed ahead, reaching the mess hall and pushing through the flap…only to have a large knife thrown towards her as she yelped and ducked. “HEY! That’s uncalled for! I’m not early (not now anyways…damn procrastination)!” And so the battle of mortal enemies commenced once more.
“Can I have my food no—GAH!”
[[See? I'm not dead =D well, not completely D: Sorry this post sucks e.e rushing is never a good thing...]]
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