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 Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:28 am
 Truth be told, the Ringleader was completely unaware of Alexander’s feelings. Usually Silencieux had a talent for evaluating another person’s emotions, which came in handy when observing someone in order to disguise oneself as them. However, when it came to matters such as Alexander’s case, the woman was a little bit oblivious. Not that he showcased it much, but if he had, it probably would have flown like an arrow a good mile above the Shape Shifter’s head. Silencieux was never one for romance or the like. It simply never seemed to interest her, and due to past circumstances, Silencieux didn’t like the company of many people at all, so letting someone get that close was completely out of the question.
Watching Sin hurry on her way towards the mess hall, the Shape Shifter gave a sigh and a shake of her head. The snake girl was going to get herself in serious trouble on of these days with her actions. She was so completely reckless, Silencieux sometime felt like she was a babysitter. Though, with a few of the other members of her troupe, the woman wouldn’t deny the title all too much. Her attention turned back to Alexander, though her expression still looked rather flat and irritated. “I’m not sure if Louis is ready to serve breakfast at just the moment, but I am certain he will not mind us waiting.”
Before Silencieux could do much else, her long ears twitched as the routine sound of shouting came from the mess hall tent. With yet another aggravated sigh, the woman dragged her hand down her face. She was far too tired to deal with all of this nonsense; the poor woman’s mind just couldn’t take much more of it without some sleep. However, seeing as sleeping was far out of the question to Silencieux, caffeine would have to be a suitable substitute. “I believe we should make sure that Louis does not acquire a new snake pelt.” She commented offhandedly to Alexander, only partially joking as she continued on her way to the mess hall.
Meanwhile, the large, one eyed man of a chef was preparing to throw another meat cleaver at the reptilian figure. Behind him was a large stove which was busily heating up all of the ingredients that would soon make up the troupes’ breakfast. Soon being the operative word, however. “I dun toldja a million times, ya slitherin’ snake, breakfast ain’t served till I ring dat bell!” He barked, pointing to a large metal bell that hung just outside of the tent with his knife. “So you bes’ be gittin’ outta here if ya know whats best for ya.”
Opening the door to the mess hall, Silencieux stepped in, looking over to the knife that was now stuck in the wooden door with a sigh. If this hadn’t been so commonplace, the woman would have been more angry, but she was used to the chef’s temper by now. She held her arm back, keeping the door open for Alexander to enter. Taking a glance to the large man on the other side of the tent, Silencieux couldn’t help but let a small chuckle escape at Louis’s apologetic look. Silencieux was fully aware that the man tried his damnest to hide his temper with the other member of Noire, since she was the one that signed his paychecks, so the quick change in temperament was all too amusing to the Shape Shifter. “Good morning, Louis. Have we arrived that early?”
“Ah, no ma’am, I was just gonna go ring the bell, ya see.” Louis said in a much calmer voice. He flicked his forearm back, tossing the knife back behind him with the finesse of someone who had been doing it for years. There was a bit of a reverberating sound as it stuck square in the wooden cutting board behind the man.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 1:43 pm
Ace looks to a side and noticed the sun rising down the horizon. “Guess I won’t be using this anymore,” he said as if his friend Bani was hanging somewhere nearby. Ace turned off his flashlight and put it into his pajamas’ pocket. People of the circus crew tend to wonder why a magician such as Ace would be carrying around a flashlight. They already knew of his ability and him being safe to use them in places off limited to outsiders, so why would he be using one then? The answer if pretty simple. Ace want to live a life without relying too much on the use of magic. The best way to get a better understanding of others is to live under the same environment and follow the same rules. A minor thing such as getting light in the darkness isn’t something magic is needed for, especially when it can easily be replaced.
Looking back at the pile of broken project before him, Ace slowly sweeps one hand over the area. After going over the whole pile, one piece of each material got enveloped in a faint light blue color and start floating off a couple inches from the ground. Ace stood up straight and each of the glowing pieces followed suit, raising further away from the floor where the rest lay beneath them. As if he was summoning something, Ace lower the same hand down and back up once, each pieces near the hand start to connect itself with the rest of the materials that were left behind via a thin piece of thread. Like a spider web, all pieces are now connected together via their respective type of material (glass with glass, fabric with fabric). Ace pulls his hand up into the air (taking all the materials of the project’s along with it), while his free hand takes off his cloak and lays it on the floor. Slowly letting go of his spell, he let the pieces fall neatly onto his cloak. Picking up the four corners of his cape, Ace manages to create luggage of some sort that held the miniature circus pieces together. He turns around and head back to his sleeping tent.
As soon as Ace enters the sleeping tent, Bani came rushing toward him. It ran up to Ace's shirt and clings onto it, making a whimpering sound right after. Ace look to a side confused, “What’s wrong, Bee?” Bee is a nickname Ace had given Bani when he was little, which was based off of how much Bee love honey and the color yellow. Sometimes Bee would place a yellow flower on Ace’s hair, explaining how his hair is like the blue sky while the flower is like the yellow sun. Bee considers itself as the Sun of Ace’s, while Ace is everything else that requires the Sun to function normally. To see that Bee’s “everything” was gone while it woke up from bed was like losing its reason for being alive. Of course, Ace doesn’t really take it all that seriously (cheesy stuff Ace wants to avoid). For that clueless look on Ace's face, Bani looks up at him with a frown and start ranting about how the Ace it knew from earlier years were playing hide-and-seek with Bee.
Ace sighed, “I know I know. I’m way cuter when I was only 8 years old.” Ace head toward his studying desk to place the luggage on the table, “But I’m 21 now. I’m not a kid anymore.” Ignoring whatever it was that Ace carrying, Bee’s not amused by that reply and fights back with a snarky comment, “Go get yourself a mating buddy.” Ace stops what he was doing and blushed like a little kid after hearing that, “Th-that, w-what-did-you…?” Proud of itself, Bee starts pushing a couple more of Ace’s buttons, “Hmmmm? You like my size cupcakes. Momma’s watching. Cartoon book’s your toys. You no adult.” Ace of course, is speechless. His ego got hit pretty hard, and that's just from a little Bani to boot (not many people knew about this weakness of his).(( OOC: Bah haa... Didn't realize I've been keeping people waiting. My bad. ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 9:40 pm
He only nodded and followed Sin and Mademoiselle. "That sounds oddly poetic." He thought to himself as he kept a good pace behind the long legged Mademoiselle, with slow and long strides that kept a consistent rhythm, the phrase echoing and repeating over and over in his mind. "Sin and Mademoiselle. Sin and Mademoiselle."
As blank as Alexander's face could be and was, his mind was quite the opposite. Always questioning himself, others, the world beyond and the world within him, and yet kept all his inquiries and discoveries to himself. One of the few pleasures he would undertake would be the simple pursuit of knowledge, but sharing his thoughts and information with others wasn't absurd, but rather discomforting to Alexander. Aside from the fact that he doesn't like to talk, he rarely meets anyone who he would want to talk with such subjects. And, though he may never admit it, he was selfish.
Every iota, every quantum of knowledge was gained through his work. They were the treasures he had unearthed by himself. He never writes down anything he may have learned, but uses his faulty memory. Alexander doesn't mind if he forgets something, it'll only give him another chance to rediscovery it.
Slipping into the large tent, Alexander quickly took a seat at the nearest table, his books placed beside his feet and his bottle now uncorked and slowly draining away. A loose and somewhat smug grin appeared on his face as he watched Reivyn and Cook banter back and forth with the occasional knife thrown, only to watch Sil immediately control the situation with simply her presence.
Cook rang the bell.
Breakfast time... A bit too early for Alex's tastes, but he didn't mind. Apathy leads to low expectations and easy satisfaction. With another swing, he called out, "So what's on the menu at four o' clock in the morning?" The alcohol warmed his blood and brought colour to his cheeks and loosened his tongue. Not quite sober. Not quite drunk, but getting there.
The bottle rested in his hand familiarly between large gulps and small sips. It was a rather poor-quality wine, but then again, Alex couldn't care any less. "Enough of this s**t, and I'll be s**t... If I'm not already am a piece of s**t..." He mumbled to himself as reached down for the tied stack.
After a bit of a struggle to wiggle out a small paperback, he pulled out a thin novel. "Frankenstein.. Oh God, what a pansy." Yet, he still opened to the first page and in the dim lighting of the tent, began to read... Out loud, with his own commentary dotting every sentence.
"I am by birth, a Genevese, a rather pathetic city and country in my opinion. And my family is one of the most distinguished of that republic. My ancestors had been for many years counsellors and syndics. Because power should always stay within families. You know how those French commoners are like..."
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 3:35 am
Between angry hisses, curses, and knives being thrown, the argument had somehow taken a bit of a turn from food to….everything in general. From each other’s eating habits to the way they carried themselves. In other words, this was a dysfunctional sort of therapy session for the two of them to express how much they really despised the other. Like marriage counseling. Every now and then when the two became too loud or too unruly, the sharp voice that cut through their own angry proceedings instantly shut them up for all of a second. However, all this arguing was just making the snake-like female hungrier and between fatigue and getting a point across, she decided she had to go with food as a top priority.
“Alright, alright, dammit! Enough of thisss, we’re both adultsss, we can sssettle thisss in a mature and rational manner: You give me sssomething to eat and I’ll ssstay clear for the ressst of the week like normal.”
No sooner had she finished speaking did the headless corpse of an animal—probably a chicken or a turkey—go flying through the air in her direction. Reflexes as sharp as always, Reivyn’s hand shot out to grasp the thing before it hit her, stepping to the side deftly to avoid any of the blood that had been slung from the stump of a neck from the sudden stop in motion. Her clothes were much too expensive and she as far too vain to allow them to be ruined. Besides, today she was wearing white, the stains would have never come out! Goliath flicked his tongue, tasting the air, though as soon as it was brought to his attention that the menu choice for today was already dead, his appetite quickly dissipated, causing the woman to shrug as she skipped towards the exit, using her freehand to pat his head as she brushed past Alexander who, much to her amusement, was giving his opinion to himself or everyone else on every sentence he read from the book in his hand. In the back of her mind, she took note of the verses in-between his spoken thoughts and recognized them instantly, the choice causing her to snort.
“I never knew you liked Frankenssstein, Alex~” And with that she was out the flap, nothing short of skipping around the back of the tent. Once safely out of view from anyone who’d be going for breakfast, she licked her lips in anticipation before allowing her jaw to drop as if having been surprised. At first, it simply looked like she’d take a bite out of the poor animal, however, her mouth continued to stretch, the skin pulling to impossible lengths as a popping sound rang, signaling the shifting of her jaw bones as they began to unhinge themselves, allowing her to widen her mouth even further until it was well past human standards. Hidden just behind her lips were dozens of teeth with serrated edges and sharp points that, as she tilted her head back and held the carcass above her, blood dripping from the neck and splashing along her cheek, sunk into the featherless flesh of what she now knew was, indeed, a chicken, pulling it downward into the vastness of her mouth, helping her muscles to pull it down past her throat.
Little by little it slid down until a loud gulping sound radiated from her and the entire thing disappeared from view completely. She lowered her head and closed her mouth, everything clicking back into place and looking as it had before as her lengthy tongue slithered from between her dark lips and lapped away the blood that had strayed down the corners of her mouth and the droplets that had stained her cheek. It was a handy feature to have, though she didn’t really bring attention to the fact that her tongue was, just as a snakes, long and slim. She only lacked the forking near the end to be just like an actual snake.
Goliath, pouting still, gave a dejected hiss and she sighed. “Don’t worry, we’ll go hunting later~” Creeping around towards the front of the tent again with a hum, she paused slightly, eyes straying to the sleeve of her glove, catching the tint of crimson that glared against the white, matching her irises in color. “Are you ******** with me?! I wasss sssso careful!”
[Edit: I like my first one better. Wish it hadn't been deleted off my friend's computer. ;w;]
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 2:35 pm
Ace rubs his eyes with one hand and then pinched the bridge of his nose. It’s better off for me to just ignore Bee’s comment... Ace looked over his studying desk where his cape laid out in front of him. The broken pieces of the miniature Cirque du Noire project are barely visible in the dark tent, so he turned on the table lamp that was sitting right next to his alarm clock. Before he could pick up a piece of the project, he could hear a very faint metallic ring from far away (the familiar sound of breakfast being ready to serve). Odd… He looked toward his alarm clock which indicates that it’s still early for breakfast. He assumed it’s because of the rude awakening from earlier and glanced back at the project to make a quick mental note on the types of materials he may need to fix it with before leaving. After doing so, he put the broken pieces away in the large cabinet located in between his bed and the potted plant beside the entrance.
After changing out of his pajamas and into dress clothes (( OOC: I refuse going into detail about him changing his clothes, lol)), Ace carefully picks up disgruntled Bee and had it sit on the right of his shoulder. This is a typical part of his daily routine, but without the morning exercise though, since that’s being replaced by something else. “I’m not exactly sure why breakfast’s being served now, but it’d be best for us to start heading over there, just in case.” Bee could care less, and made a shrug as the two of them head out of the tent’s door. “I wonder whether Eli would be interested to provide a few things for me to fix that miniature project…” he wondered out loud. Chances of Eli parting ways with her hoards are very unlikely, but it’s not going to hurt to ask. …Right? A visit to Eli’s place right after breakfast would be most ideal since no one will know how long breakfast will last today, and people should be more kind and giving after having a good meal. Bee only looks up at him curiously. What is this project that Ace's seems to be a bit obsessed with it?
Too focused on the mini-fix-it-up-project, and the scenery around him while heading toward the mess hall, Ace jumped at the sound of irritated female’s voice. Glancing over to his side, he spotted the Snake Charmer Sin, who seems to be too focused and frustrated at something on her arm. Ace took this distraction as an advantage, opening the mess hall’s door quickly (and quietly) to get himself inside without her noticing him. Whether he was spotted by her prior her whining, or not (he wasn’t too sure), he hoped that he didn’t come off as too rude for disappearing on her (else it’ll bite him in the back later). But upon opening the mess hall’s door, a very sharp knife presents itself on its other side, which causes Ace to stop dead in his tracks, keeping him from entering. Right, Louis. It was rather early for breakfast after all, he reminded himself.
Bee commented on the chains of events, not being phased by it at all, “Dark morning. Again.” Ace sighed in defeat. He was hoping that today would be a nice trouble-free day (like that’ll ever going to happen) since yesterday wasn’t too bad. Looking pass the knife, he noticed Ringmaster Sil, along with Alexander and Louis, everyone seem to be bothered by something. While he pulls the knife out of the wooden door (with a bit of difficulty), he wondered what is more to be feared by… Spending time with Sin for more than 10minutes on his own, anger Louis by breaking one of his rules, voicing his concern about Silent’s unhealthy sleeping habits right in front of her, cleaning up the beasts’ cages inside out, or… You know what? Forget it. Everything’s crazy in this place that is Cirque du Noire, and you gotta wonder why Ace would even want to fix that miniature replica of the circus project in the first place.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 8:04 am
While the camp and cafeteria was buzzing with activity outside, a certain blonde juggler was exactly were most normal- or relatively sane and healthy for that matter- people would be at 4:40am: In bed. Mouth agape and a small path of drool trickling down onto the pillow, Eli Piper was fast asleep, as expected. Golden hair with pink highlights in a mess, blue eyes closed in a peaceful expression, and head filled with dreams of sugarplums, custard tarts or whatever it is that eccentric little jugglers dream of at night, the androgynous performer was sleeping as soundly as a log. Given the hour of the morning that it was, no-one could blame Eli for the blonde's given situation and surroundings. A youngs circus performer catching some much needed 'beauty sleep' early in the morning before the working day started. However, no matter how normal this scene might appear to be, there was something fundamentally wrong with it.
The bed wasn't Eli's.
Curled up nearly into a ball shape, the flaxen-haired juggler had somehow, throughout the course of a night, crawled into the bed of tentmate Iyouko Arata, the Cirque du Noire's ribbon dancer and acrobat. Two thin arms wrapped around the young man's waist, Eli smiled happily like a small child cuddling a teddy bear, and subconsciously squeezed a bit tighter, face being buried into the purple-haired male's back.
At first sight, one might have simply found this scene cute, Perhaps the young juggler had a nightmare during the night and crawled into Iyouko's bed for comfort. Or maybe the blonde got cold and decided to come over for warmth. Whatever the reason was, once several factors were revealed, the scene suddenly didn't seem so cute anymore.
Firstly, was the fact that despite appearances, mental and emotional maturity and personality, the blonde that was clinging onto the acrobat like a child to a teddy bear was in fact two years the elder. Secondly, a little-known but true fact was that Eli was actually blessed with an uncanny gift of being exceedingly convincing at faking sleep when actually awake.
With these facts revealed, as the multi-hair colored juggler cuddled closer to the ribbon dancer, if one looked exceedingly closely, they might have seen a the tiniest of crafty little smirks spread on the blonde's lips. Whether Eli was actually asleep or not, was hard to tell.
Iyouko was going to freak when he woke up,
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 4:37 pm
He had dreamed that he was swimming. Swimming in a murky ocean in the midst of a heavy fog at midnight. He had no idea how he had gotten there, or why, but Iyokou Arata kept swimming and thrashing about, looking frantically for a sign - any sign - that there was land. For some reason, he felt that this phenomenon was his doing, that he caused this. Iyokou wondered why until he turned and saw something he swore he didn't see before.
To his right was what he thought was a huge light, but when he swam closer, it became fire, and his eyes widened in horror at the sight. It was a crashed plane, sinking into the water with the exception of emergency floats and a few scrap pieces of metal. Hundreds of bloodied corpses littered the ocean, floating limply, being pushed around in the murky, oil and fire filled waters. Iyokou gasped, his eyes filling with tears as he swam forward as fast as his frail body would allow him to. Vaguely in the back of his mind, he wondered why he was alright without his mask on, but the thought was quickly vaporized as he came upon a body strewn across a float. He flipped the body over to see his mother, beaten and bloodied.
How?!
How did you end up here?
Iyokou's mind was reeling with thoughts and emotions when his mother reached forward with a broken arm and grabbed his arm, yanking him forward, whispering words he could not understand, but for some reason broke him apart with each gasping breath she took. Once she finished, his mother looked at him with sunken, bloodshot eyes and gave him a disgusting smile that stretched across her thin features and then he was sinking. Iyokou let out a scream and tried to grab onto something, but there was nothing but sinking pieces of metal and water. He thrashed and cried out soundlessly until finally he felt something...
Soft and squishy.
Wait, what?!
Iyokou opened his eyes groggily, both his good eye and the scarred one visible due to being in nothing but a simple white shirt and sweat-shorts for sleep, plus a plain white mask that replaced his usual black and lime green one for shows. The young male's eyes focused on his hand, which was gripping the soft and squishy pillow, but his other senses focused on something else entirely.
He turned around slightly only to look at the pink and blonde haired body in his bed. No, not just in his bed. In his bed touching him. Iyokou never really liked it when people got near him, much less touch him due to his condition and slight paranoia. So, naturally, this took a minute for him to get over the initial shock of it all. He wasn't sure if this was a usual thing in Noire, as he was still slightly new to the circus, but it sure as hell wasn't normal for him. Just as he was about to push Eli off the bed, he saw it.
The drool.
Oh, God, it was true, Eli was drooling on his pillow! ON HIS BED. Iyokou's brain went into mental shock and he proceeded to scream and somehow do a sideways flip off the bed. Don't question his flexibility.
Scooting up to the tent, Iyokou held his chest from losing his s**t and then yelled. "Y-you're in my bed! And you're drooling!!! Why are you in my bed! Why... what!?" was all he could manage out, however.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:58 pm
Jolted awake by pillow loss and Iyouko's terrified scream, the blonde accidentally tumbled off the bed in shock. Hitting the ground of the tent, Eli let out an annoyed whining sound. A muffled, "Yoyo, what was that for..." Could be heard coming from the juggler.
Rubbing a possibly bruised head, Eli was sure that a lump was going to form, and with sluggish, sleepy movements, sat up in a position with the soles of both feet pressed together. "It's not like a tried to molest you or anything..." The juggler protested in response to Iyouko's screams. " You never allow me to hug you when you're awake, so I thought it might be nicer if I hugged you while you were asleep.." The blonde explained, looking up with at the ribbon dancer childish, pleading expression. It was true that acrobat, who wasn't very fond of Eli's type of physical affection and bonding in the form of hugs and flying tackles, usually made sure to stay clear out of said physical affection. Staring into Iyouko's eyes, Eli made a sad, pitiful expression not unlike that of a puppy dog being scolded, or a kid trying to get out of being grounded.
"If it makes you feel better, then you can think of me as a girl. Don't most guys like pretty girls hugging them?"
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 10:10 pm
Louis had returned to his work by now, only half listening to the members of the troupe that had already made their way into the mess hall. He waved his stirring spoon around a bit in a gesturing motion. "It ain't nothin' special. Ham and grits this mornin'." He answered, returning to his work.
Silencieux could not help but give a rather displeased groan, her nose scrunched up a little. Louis's choice in menus was marginally better than the food she ate while she took up residence in the convent, and definitely better than the food she had to eat in her previous circus life, but the Shape Shifter could only handle so much of the same old thing for so long. With a sigh, she made her way over to the table with the coffee maker, reaching out to grab the pot. "If you do not mind, Louis, I believe I'll just take a cup of coff- EE!" The woman let out a squeak of surprise as she found herself to be a good couple of feet from the ground.
Louis had lifted her up by her arms and was promptly moving her over to one of the long benches that sat by a table. "No ma'am. I can't in good nature lecha leave here widout a full stomach. Nothin' wakes ya up like food on yer belly! And sorry, ma'am, but you look like ya need a good wakin' up." The man didn't seem to be intimidated by the woman like some of the other troupe members were, and this fact seemed to irritate Silencieux more than anything.
The Shape Shifter emitted a low growl from the back of her throat, glaring harsh daggers at the chef. Once she was sat back down, she crossed her arms, giving a loud protesting huff. After a moment she gave a sigh, regaining her cool composure. "Fine." Now that she thought about it, she was rather hungry. Getting some food on her stomach would be good for her. It would probably help her get through the day.
Silencieux leaned forward against the table, resting her elbows on its wooden surface. With a sigh she cradled her chin in her hands. She could only start to list the amount of things she would rather be getting done instead of having to sit here waiting for....ham and grits...of all things. Her mind began to wander, absently listening to the going ons around her. She began to focus on Alex's strange reading, and one could notice that her arms were slipping down.
After a moment or so, her arms were completely flat against the table, and her head was rested sideways on her arms. The woman gave a rather exhausted yawn, and after another moment or two of resisting, her eyelids shut closed. It didn't take long for Silencieux to drift off into a heavy sleep, despite the uncomfortable spot on the wooden bench.
Louis glanced back to the people in the tent, then noticed the Ringmaster. With a sigh he turned his back to the stove. "Boss fell asleep, folks. Who wanna take her back to her tent this time?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 6:54 pm
Iyokou, still pressed up against the side of the tent, was completely and utterly flabbergasted. "What do you mean 'what was that for?'!? You were in my BED and DROOLING, no less!" He screamed as if drooling and bed hopping were a crime punishable by a court of law. Certainly, in his mind, it was. Germs were always so harmful, and spit has tons of them.
While trying to think of another reply, he simply curled his long, pale legs up to his chest, huffing softly. He was going to have to disinfect his clothes when he finally got back up. Why the hell was Eli in his bed at such an early hour anyways?! Why him? Why didn't he crawl into someone else's bed, like... like... that Alex... guy... person? Iyokou sighed and concluded it was some weird initiation thing Cirque du Noire did just to mess with him or something.
Finally, the acrobat came up with a response. "I don't like pretty girls hugging me!! I mean... I do and don't... I don't... I don't like it when people touch me! Ever! Why are you even in my tent?!" He finally managed out, in spite of the sentence barely making any sense. Iyokou was never really good at talking to people, either. Especially when he was in a minor frenzy.
What he was good at, however, was ignoring the pitiful expression Eli was currently giving him. For it was true, Iyokou was wary of Eli. The kid creeped him out, always tackling him and hugging him. Not to mention the rest of the circus seemed to have no problems with a 21 year old acting like such.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 5:19 pm
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▅ ▆ ▇ Mαʏвє ι'м d r є α м ι n ɢ. ▇ ▆ ▅ ▃ ▂ ▁
x x x x xOʀ мαʏвє ι'м s c r є α м ι n ɢ.x x x x x
✖ x x x x xOʀ мαʏвє... ι'м αʟʀєαɗʏ ɗ є α ɗx x x x x ✖
By now, Alex was busy ranting and raving about the syntax and sentence structure and all the other bits and tids of the style of a woman writing compared to if Frankenstein had been written by a man. "A man. A real man," he began or continued whatever train of thought he had, "Would have written exactly the same way. This piece of shoddy romanticism is as realistic as Romeo and Juliet's amour. How true is it that one can simply fall in love at first sight? Ah! Mon Dieu! ⒈How you forsake me so. Fiction is not reality, mais comment il en est ainsi vis versa.⒉" He alluded cryptically to his own predicament without a care if someone did listen to his words.
By the time the Magician had entered the mess hall, Alex was busily balancing himself on his chair with the front two legs in the air, and both of his own legs on the back and edge of the chair, his arms stretched outward to remain longer in the odd position. But the Magician's entrance distracted his concentration, and the chair fell flatly on the ground backwards. Luckily, Alex quickly noted and landed on his feet. Unfortunately, he was far too drunk at this point to stay on his feet for long.
Fumbling and stumbling, Alex struggled to stand back up, but as he did, he called out to the Magician, "Mon ami! Mon bon ami! Comment je m'ennuie de toi! ⒊How have you been?" He reached the other man, and grabbing his shoulders, affectionately kissed each cheek.
However, the Cook's menu perturbed Alex's good mood greatly. "Jambon? Jam? Bon? JAMBON?⒋" He asked the Cook with great distress, each repeated word with a strong shake of unfortunate Ace. His head snapped back to his good friend. "Je dois avouer que je suis un monstre par moments, mais que l'homme est le diable en personne! Regardez! Même le Monsieur Loyal d'accord avec moi, non?⒌" Alex blabbered in French as though the Magician followed him, but as Alex pointed at the Ringmaster, both their eyes only viewed the sleeping form of a belle woman. At the opportunity from the cook, Alex quickly raised his hand and the Magician's. "Lui et moi! ⒍We will!"
[[Google translate is my friend. -cough-]]
⒈ My God!
⒉ But how this is so vis versa.
⒊ My friend! My good friend! How I miss you!
⒋ Ham? Ha? Am? HAM?
⒌ I must admit I am a monster at times, but that man is the Devil himself! Look! Even the ringmaster agrees with me, no?
⒍ He and I!
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 5:43 pm
The Illusionist took a step toward the serving area to return the chef’s knife, but after that first step, he heard a banging noise against the floor somewhere within the mess hall. Ace shifted his eyes to locate the noise’s source, just in time to spot the tarot card reader tumbling toward him. “Eh…?” Ace raised his eyebrows. This is the second time Ace stopped in his tracks in the mess hall, the first being the knife stuck at the entrance’s door and the second being Alex. Alex raising his voice could mean one thing, and only one. Alex’s drunk.
Ace started to panic. He had the chef’s large cooking knife in hand, and there’re no tables or chairs anywhere near him to place it down. The drunk man was only a few steps away now, and all Ace could think of was to bring up his free hand to stop the guy from getting any closer, “A-Alex… I got a knife in my hand.” His warning didn’t seem to catch his friend’s attention since Bee flew away from his shoulders, and Alex pulled him over for kisses on Ace cheeks. Ace voice squeaked as most of his weight gets shifted to one foot. “The knife!”
Being pulled over by Alex’s hard shaking is made things more complicated, Ace’s opposite feet from Alex’s in the air now. “Knife-knife-knife-knife!” Ace tried his best to keep Alex as far away from the sharp blade as he could because he didn’t want Alex to accidently hurt himself for lacking focus. Off balanced, Ace couldn’t get a good aim to throw the chef’s knife near the closest table, and the option to drop the sharp object on the floor might be a bad thing to do if the two of them were to fall on top of it. Thankfully, Ace was able to shift a portion of his own wait back on his other foot when Alex stopped with the shaking and call Louis a devil.
The Illusionist sighed, “Thank goodness…”, very grateful to know neither of them are hurt, but the little bit of peace quickly disappeared as Ace loses his balance again. This time, his weight is shifting away from his drunken friend, “Wait, what?” Ace’s totally clueless. The poor guy was so distracted with his own friend’s safety that Alex managed to volunteer the both of them to help get Silent back to her own tent (Alex raising Ace’s arm). Bee who’s been watching this all along was currently on its back right next to ringmaster Sil, laughing its little head off on its owner’s misfortune.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 4:44 am
Disappointed at Iyouko's apparent immunity to the infamous 'puppydog face', Eli's features immediately dropped into the pout of a child denied cookies before suppertime. "Yoyo..." The blonde whined miserably. "It's just spit, not a big deal. I'll even clean it up for you later!"
The juggler rolled back, lying prostrate on the ground for a few moments while stretching all four limbs in a sleepy fashion before sitting up again, then standing up. Combing one hand through tangled blonde and pink locks thrown into a disarray resembling a bird's nest, the other hand rubbed at a sleepy eye, picking the yellow crusty stuff out from the corners of the eye, Eli yawned once before complaining again. "I mean, it's not like I have cooties or something! Stop being so immature!" It seemed that the blonde was entirely oblivious to the sheer irony of that reprimand.
Spinning 360 degrees on a heel just for something to do, a wicked idea suddenly popped into Eli's mind. Normally innocent grin widening to nearly Cheshire proportions and eyes narrowing just enough to be suggestive, the juggler took several steps towards the acrobat until they were barely inches apart. "Anyways, there are loads more bodily fluids that we could get this bed dirty with, right Yoyo?" Slowly locking two hands behind the taller boy's neck, Eli leaned in to whisper in Iyouko's ear. "If Yoyo doesn't like pretty girls hugging him, I guess I can be a pretty boy. Then without warning, the blonde boldly licked a trail up the side of Iyouko's cheek.
Expression immediately reverting bak to its usual childishness, the juggler pulled back and proceeded to push the male out of the tent entrance, with no regard whatsoever for the boy's attire. "Now get out! I need to change and it's impolite to watch a lady strip!
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2011 11:59 am
Iyokou glared at the juggler angrily. "It might just be spit for you, but for me, it's tons and tons of germs that could put me in the hospital!" he yelled. Of course, he was exaggerating a little bit. Small amounts of spit wouldn't put him in the hospital, of course, but it wasn't a lie that he was quite sensitive to germs, and spit had tons of them. Who knew where that juggler's mouth had been? Iyokou certainly didn't want to find out any time soon. He then rolled his eyes at the silly "cooties" comment and sighed, wondering how someone older than him could act like such a child. He decided not to question it anymore.
Iyokou's eyes widened when Eli spun around, walked up to him and got way too close to comfort. The acrobat paled slightly as he looked at the Juggler. Eli was in his creepy mode now, apparently. These changes in behaviour happened way too often for him, and Iyokou sputtered slightly. "N-no! I don't like pretty men either! I don't..." The teen was cut off as Eli licked his cheek before being shoved out of the tent, now claiming he was a lady and he needed to dress. Iyokou wished Eli would just stick with a gender sometimes. It took him a good 10 seconds to get over the shock once more (Eli seemed to do this often, unfortunately for Iyokou) and screamed, rubbing his cheek furiously with the back of his hand before running back into the tent and shoving Eli out of the tent this time.
"A lady?! You are anything BUT a lady!!! And don't shove me out of my tent when I'm in my pajamas! I need to change more than you do!" Iyokou yelled. Truth of the matter was that he'd rather go back to sleep, but now that Eli was awake and lively, it would never happen. He was going to have to disinfect his sheets and take an extra long shower to rid himself of all the spit germs Eli gave him.
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Posted: Thu May 19, 2011 2:10 am
As the acrobat tossed his tentmate out the door, Eli let out a shriek of fury and shock that would have done a banshee proud. Face flushed with anger and blond hair in an even bigger mess than before, the juggler glared at the door with a puffed-up, pouting expression not unlike a pufferfish trying to make itself look larger than it really was. Then without another moment's hesitation, the short blonde stomped back in through the tent entrance. "Yoyo, you pervert! I was changing! What if I was naked, huh? You big pervert!" the juggler screeched, heading towards the opposite side of the tent from Iyouko's bed.
The space on the other side of the tent clearly belonged to Eli, and the bed could hardly be called a bed, because at the moment, it was so cluttered that it could only be identified as an extension of the gigantic rat's heap in the corner right next to it. Turning back on Iyouko and angrily searching through this hoard, the blonde's pout softened when finally rediscovering the exact item being searched for, though it was a wonder how anyone could find anything in that junkyard.
"Here," Eli sulkily muttered, dropping the bottle of disinfectant on the floor between the two war zones. "Stole it off you a couple weeks back. Happy now?" Crossing both arms and looking to the side, the blonde grumpily kicked the container over in the ribbon-dancer's direction and blew a raspberry.
"Now you can't say I'm not a lady. But of course since you're such a pervert, you'd probably say that I'm not a lady just 'cause I don't have big boobs, huh?" Eli mumbled, glancing warily at said body parts.
"But don't think I forgive you for peeking! Tonight, I'll drop a dead rat in your bed. Then you'll wish it were me instead."
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