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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2021 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2021 6:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2021 11:12 am
Training Routine
Class Choice Solo Nedelle wrapped her wrists and ankles, pulling the fabric tight over them before tucking in the tips. It was a training day for the troupe and Nedelle wasn’t exempt from her mother’s rules. Everyone had to be at the top of their game for all their shows, which meant a rigorous training regiment.
Some people like Zaeryn had it lucky. His craft was fortune telling, so there wasn’t any training to be done for that. He was able to take the day off, relax, put his feet up, you know, the works. Meanwhile Nedelle wasn’t able to take a break until she had worked up a proper sweat. But Nedelle loved it. The routines made her body feel alive, it made her feel so graceful, and she could feel the stretching of her joints and muscles as she worked out her next performance.
She grabbed her aerial fabrics and pulled on them tight, climbing with just her arms all the way to the top before wrapping them around her over and over again. Once they were secure she let go, trusting herself to have done it right and falling, rolling faster and faster, until she was just inches from the ground. She felt the tug and the stop, and twisted into a graceful arch before somersaulting away from the fabrics and lifting her arms up in the air, bowing to her make believe crowd.
She had known since she was little that this was what she wanted to do with the rest of her life, and she hadn’t regretted a day since. Her body had grown with her as she aged, building the muscles in the right areas and by the grace of the gods she had remained small framed and tiny. Easier to climb and launch. Her routines were just limited to the fabrics though, she could tumble and fly through the air with the best of them, and she loved the spotlight.
She rubbed her shoulder once her training was finished and grinned all by herself in the tent. She couldn’t wait until their next show.
(Word Count: 348 )
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2021 11:01 am
Poison in the Well
Prentice Growth Solo The crowd had finally cleared from the compound’s courtyard and Nedelle waved to the last of the stragglers with a cheery smile. It had been a wonderful show and everyone had done so well, Nedelle was proud of the whole bunch.
She looked forward to waking up fresh and starting the whole thing all over again for tomorrow’s show and hurried past the rows of tents towards her own. Her and her mother shared their family tent, though it had been transformed into so much more than just an open space. Nedelle and her mother had grown with each other over the years and their home had expanded to the three rooms that it was now. The fabrics had been carefully picked out and draped in a way that they both had their privacy and then the shared space in the middle.
She had almost reached her tent when she heard talking between the spaces of two of the tents. She hated to eavesdrop, but they weren’t exactly being quiet either. She stopped in her tracks and could make out certain words on the spot. ‘Nedelle… hybrid… awful…’ She frowned and furrowed her brows together. They were talking about her? She leaned in closer and she could see the costume designer, Issa, and one of the contortionists talking to each other. “I just don’t understand why I have to design special costumes for her specifically. She’s a hybrid, she looks terrible in any of them.” She could hear Issa saying. She could already feel the emotion welling up in her chest, but she tried to keep it together and to stay silent. “That’s pretty harsh Issa. You would think you would know better when you signed up for this. Jessena takes all of the strays, we’re surrounded by them.” The contortionist quipped back. Nedelle couldn’t see for sure, but it sounded and looked like they were defending Nedelle and the other hybrids. And she was right, the circus was full of them.
She couldn’t understand why Issa would say such horrible things and why she should be picked on just for the way she looked. If anything she was not only unique but made the circus what it was. Nedelled dipped back into the shadows and raced for her tent, her bare feet padding quietly along the sand. It broke her heart to hear what she considered to be family talking about her like that. Her trust that their little unit of misfits were all getting along was gone.
But she knew better. One bad apple didn’t mean that everything was ruined. But she also knew that there was no room for poison either. She didn’t like it, but she would have to talk to her mother about Issa.
She thought of Zaeryn, who might as well be her hybrid brother. He had just introduced her to someone new, he was trying to get her to join their family, and she had a feeling that he knew more than he let on because the timing was perfect.
It may be time to shift their family and get rid of the bad seeds.
[Nedelle has been raised so far in the bubble that is her circus. Now she has to learn to deal with her emotions of being called lesser for being a hybrid. This is also setting up for the expansion of the circus.]
(Word Count: 522)
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2022 11:34 am
So You Want to Join Cirque Sirene?Nedelle x SuriaPRP
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2022 5:18 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2023 8:58 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 06, 2024 6:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 10:47 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 11:03 am
Family TiesNedelle x MirinPRP
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 11:20 am
Heat and InstinctNedelle x MirinPRP
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