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 Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:29 pm
The Gypsy House, like all the tents and caravans in the rest of the Circus Hypnotik, it travels. Sometimes, it will be a permanent structure used temporarily by the passing Gypsies who make their home in the Carnival world, sometimes simply a cluster of tents. The House of Gypsy has even been a simple open space with scattered furniture. The "House" is open to only gypsies or those invited by gypsies, is run by gypsies, and welcomes all gypsy clans. Some make appearances, disguised as a gypsy, they are often thrown out, unless deemed worthy, for a gypsy can always tell if someone is of their own.
Beware, gypsies love to gamble, dance, drink and fight, thus none gypsies are often unsafe, and we can tell if you aren't one of us. Enter at your own risk, and possibly the risk of your whole families. Gypsy curses are not fun. But, I give my warmest welcome to my gypsy brothers and sisters.
Owner and head Bartender of the House of Gypsy,
Po BirdFlight
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 12:41 pm
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hatter_witch Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 8:13 am
Aratoinetta climbed out of her caravan, which she shared with a few other acrobats who were also gypsies and her twin sister, who was still passed out in their bed. Though they traveled with the Circus, they stayed closer to the other Gypsies. It was like an itch that drove you mad when a single gypsy spent too much time away from others of their race.
Today, she hadn't felt like putting on her usual overload of garb. She had chose her thick, but tight undergarments and loose fitting, long and flowing gauzy silk, over her thick colorful skirts, loose fitted white shirt and corset. She'd decided against the head scarf, instead just tied her ebony hair up in a complication of braids, twists and curls.
The outfit she had chose today was her usual dancing dress, the combination of purposeful tight clothes made it easy to move in without hindrances, and then the loose clothes in other areas accented her olive toned limbs and graceful movements. The blue and purple shades of the outfit made her gray eyes flash like a storm. This was all a decision made that directed towards one goal; she had every intention of instigating a gypsy party tonight.
She made her way into the Gypsy House, to the makeshift bar that the Lady Po had set up. Ara took a seat at said bar and waited for Po to make an appearance.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 4:59 pm
Po stared up at the forest top, she'd been awake for a while, but she'd just decided to lay there, warm in her bed roll, laying on the soft mounts of decaying leaves on the forest bed.
But when the little bells on her bar chimed, she gave a long, mournful sigh and rolled out of the pallet, put her hair back in a messy side braid and went to her bar, where Aratoinetta sat patiently. Usually, there were more people demanding her attention at this time. Did she miss a party last night, or what?
She mumbled a quick greetings, uncorked an unlabelled bottle of white rum and took a swig. She swished the alcohol around in her mouth, rinsing it out, and then took another swig.
"What will ya have, Chwaer Fach?" she asked. Chwaer Fach meaning little sister in Welsh. As a gypsy, she spoke a mesh of many different languages. Some gypsies didn't know all the languages she knew, and she didn't know all that they knew, but their body language spoke where their words could not.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:36 pm
Luminista crawled out of her bed slowly, feeling around for her sister. Her hands hit the blankets, but no body. She was almost slightly panicked. She quickly grabbed at the cloths that were closest to her and put them on in a hurry, then she almost fell out of the caravan. Her curling light brown and slightly honey colored locks fell down her slender back. Though her skin wasn't as tanned as her sisters, it complemented the white top and flowing skirt that she had grabbed. As she stumbled around to the Gypsy House, trying to put on her tied her rope shoes. "Chwaer, I didn't know you got up."
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 7:05 pm
"Chwaer Fach, I've only been up a little while, I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer." Ara smiled over her shoulder at her twin sister, then gave Po a smile as well. "Pick something out, I need to do some pre-game drinking. So something strong. And maybe breakfast for the two of us." she pointed between herself and Lulu. Before Po could ask for payment, she pulled out a a handmade scarf and a few copper coins.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 8:46 am
Lulu smiled at her scarf that she had crafted. The threads were beautiful shades of green that lightened and darkened in the light. She always had a nack for knitting. "Chwaer, what are you planing today that you want to drink so early?" She clung to her sisters arm and rested her head on her. She looked around the small but still roomy room for a seat for them to eat at.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 1:28 pm
Po gave a vague nod and let the girls talk while she mixed up a Death Drink, as she liked to call it. One of the men around camp distilled alcohol into moonshine, this moon shine was exceptionally well made because it had no taste, in fact it borders on water the alcohol content in it was so unnoticeable. She gave the hand made glass filled with Moonshine a splash of strawberry and lemon, which she had cut fresh just before the glass was poured. She wiped down the sides, and tossed a few ice chunks in it and set it down in from of Ara.
"Strawberry Lemonade of Death." Po smiled pleasantly, as if she'd just said the glass was called rainbows and lollipops. "Lulu, Acushla, would you like one as well, that scarf is finely made, I'm sure its worth another round of drinks for the two of you. And curiosity does poke its head now. What is the occasion?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:07 am
 Argent Pyra A dark and lonely Wanderer
To think.......
::::::::::::A passing wanderer comes across this particular caravan. He appeared to have been traveling alone a long time. He rarely came towards people, but when he did they usually became wary of him. He was dangerous in his second form, but only when he felt the need to be in that destructive form of himself did he ever use that form. Armed with a dark blade that just screams darkness he was well prepared to travel. He normally strayed away from gypsies, but he felt somewhat drawn to this place of all places. As he entered the vincinity his eyes glared a certain way only a wolf's eyes would glare. It were as though he was a feral wolf inside a human body. Being quiet on his approach he listened to the last few words. Death, and occasion. They brought up strong memories of his past where he had fought and seen much bloodshed. More so than any male of twenty years of age should ever see. Keeping his left hand on the handle of his sword he looked around him to see what the place was like. Calmly sighing he began to walk towards where he heared what appeared to be women's voices untill he was behind three females. It appeared the one who spoke of death and occasion was perhaps their leader. He stood there with his arms now crossed over his chest watching them with his feral wolf like eyes while he was still a human.
....I gave up a simple life to start a journey huh? Well I have news for you....shut up.....
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 11:59 am
Po smiled at Ara and Lulu. For gypsies, most who were younger than oneself was considered a sibling, and gypsies were very protective of their siblings. Dangerously protective. Like a wild panther, her whole posture changed into something more aggressive, without having to so much as move, her muscles clenched, and that was all the outward difference she made. All this took place when her salmon pink eyes caught the movement of a man, gypsy at heart, she could tell because he was a wanderer. All wanderers were gypsies at heart. But he wasn't from this camp, and he wasn't blood, this made him a threat until proven otherwise.
"Mo sgail, thig fosgarra." Po murmured very low. The girls didn't speak Gaelic, she knew that, Ara had mentioned it, they hadn't learned the dead languages yet, but the shadows heard their call and slithered up and around her ankles. "Can I help you, Agaoil?" there was a threat somewhere in her tone, even though Agaoil means "Love."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:08 pm
Argent Pyra A dark and lonely Wanderer
To think.......
::::::::::::Remaining calm and keeping his sword sheathed he merely lowered his head. Moving his right hand over his left shoulder he lowered what appeared to be some belts over some sort of bandaging, and he had removed the bandaging itself to reveal a picture of a white wolf. He remained silent, but his eyes showed someone who was likely lost and unknowing of the area. He didn't seem to have much experience in talking with others either. Still he had a dark aura around his body. Looking at the woman who spoke to him straight in the eye only showing her his feral eyes. He belonged not to any clan of any sort that still lived. He didn't understand her langauge at first untill she spoke some english. "Lost. Wolf." That was all he said, in a rather deep voice that appeared to have no emotion at all. His eyes shifted over at the other two girls and then back at Po. They appeared to be like younglings to this woman and decided to remove his hand from the handle of his sword. He let his arms drop to his side. "The moon....led me here. No understanding why, I walk alone. This place.....drew me here." He sounded completely solemn in his words and remained still. The wind blew his hair around and his eyes became more visible. Something else lingered in his eyes though, a second form......one far more volatile and it was seen in the pupils of his eyes, as if sealed deep within him.
....I gave up a simple life to start a journey huh? Well I have news for you....shut up.....
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 2:15 pm
Lulu slowly turned in her chair. "Hello sir." She smiled sweetly, like a child. She then redirected her attention to Po, "Give him mine, please." She answered. Then got up from her seat, then offered it to the tired looking man. "You look so worn out, and hungry" She then looked back at Po and smiled shyly. "If you don't mind providing him with food, I will make you a headband to match the scarf." She almost pleaded, with her sweet melodic voice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:07 pm
Po smiled like an indulging older sister, "That's fine Lulu, your creations are lovely, it would be more than even payment." Her pink eyes then settled on the new comer, the outsider that was still one of them. Maybe even by blood, but she couldn't quite tell by his appearance. He certainly wasn't dressed like a gypsy. "What would you have to drink, Mo Mhuirnin?" she asked him calmly, falling easily into her preferred old language. She often used Gaelic, her native tongue in Ireland, when using terms of endearment. The one she had just used meant 'my dear.' She grabbed a fist full of her skirts and sashayed over to where he was seated along the bar and set down a hand written menu. "Anything you'd like, its on Lulu."
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:35 pm
Argent Pyra A dark and lonely Wanderer
To think.......
::::::::::::Though these people seem kind to him, he knew nothing about them. "I appreciate your offers.......but I am not hungry......just.....lost.." He felt like a complete stranger to them and wonder if they though the same of him. "Where.....am I? What names do you three kind ladies go by?" He was making a stronger attempt to communicate this time, something he really wasn't used to. To show that he means them no harm however he unstrapped his sheathed sword and set it down. The air around his blade however was stiff as though it had an aura of its own just by being bound to Argent. "I apologize....it appears.....I am without manners....my name is.....Argent Pyra. The name of my sword....is Black Dawn." Several wolves started to howl when he spoke his name and the name of his sword, as if he was connected to them. His bag was ripped open, but that didn't matter, what would matter was what everyone could see. It had appeared he had tatted clothing in his bag. It had meant he must of encountered a gypsy trader or two in the past and had made clothing as a currency for information. This was easily figured out as he had a tatting tool kit attached to his belt.
....I gave up a simple life to start a journey huh? Well I have news for you....shut up.....
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:57 am
Lulu smiled again, more sweetly this time as she introduced herself. "I'm Luminista." She looked at his bag, almost inspecting the content form a distance with a slight wonder. She then reached into one of the layers of her skirt and produced a lovely hand- made head wrap, it's threads shimmered just as the scarfs. "Here you are Po, if he should change his mind." She sat the item on the bar and leaned on her sister's shoulder, her ocean blue eyes looking at her dear twins tan face.
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