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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:12 am

kaleidoscopegrl

Username: Kaleidoscopegrl
Character Name: Tabasco Truelove (Basco Badabing)
Title: "Make 'em Laugh! Make 'em Laugh! Make 'em LAUGH!"
Password: Monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Clowning Around! Clowns are brought in to raise the audience's spirits and perk them up again after the more serious acts in the show. Basco Badabing works with the primarily with the other clowns in the troupe, and focuses on tumbling, juggling, slapstick comedy, and making children smile.

In the center ring, Basco is hit with large squeaky mallets, smashed in the face with cream pies, and hams it up with the other clowns. His feline abilties make tumbling, climbing and gymnastics quite effortless as he always lands on his feet before faking that he didn't. However, his fear of fire keeps him from participating in some ofther antics by his prankster friends. He is experienced with horses due to his background as a rodeo clown. Basco waits on standby in the event a horse performer is injured or needs assistance.

Behind the scenes, Basco tours around the sideshow area. While people marvel at the spectacles present, he likes to cheer up the frightened children with balloon animals, candies, or simple magic tricks. One of his primary talents is making people laugh.

Having passed his Coming of Age Trial he is also able to turn himself completely into a cat, but it takes tremedous energy and can only be done once or twice a day. It also leaves him with the problem of searching for clothes afterwards. (see Ref Image 09)

Appearance: Feline Humanoid. Basco looks far more human than feline, but he does have certain features that stand out. Cat ear, eyes, tail, and lightly striped fur are the most noticeable thereof. He's a handsome boy with a killer fangy smile.

Body Type: Atheletic (see Ref Image 01). Growing up on a farm and later working it he rodeo kept Basco fit as a fiddle. Though he pads himself during performances, his build is quite lean. His body is covered with light fur and he has tan stripes on his back, arm, legs, and face.

Hands & Feet: (see Ref Image 02) His hands and feet look more human than feline, though both are slightly larger than normal size. Nails are tough, sharp, and constantly in need of filing.

Hair: Spikey, fiery orange. It reaches his shoulders. (see Ref Image 03)

Eyes: Brilliant, emerald green. They are human in shape, but looks like cat's eyes. (see Ref Image 04)

Clown Makeup: (see Ref Images 05-08 ) Basco likes a slight variety in his stage persona, but being one of the younger performers he prefers the youthful or feminine looks. On occasion, he's dressed as a female clown for entertainment value, but it's not something he enjoys.

Personality: Light-hearted and happy, Basco's personality is perfect for the clown profession. Unlike most cats, he's not an attention monger. Basco enjoys being at the center of attention, but prefers to share the spot light. He's quite the team player, but also knows to stop before jokes get carried too far.

He loves to laugh and make people laugh, but he also desires being respected as a professional. He doesn't not take well to people insulting or considering his craft "beneath them."

World and History: World > Nebibit: A medium-sized continent on the animal planet of Nergdjut-Puiyit. The inhabitants of Nebibit are primarily of feline heritage, and range from fully feline animals to those resembling humans with relatively minimal feline characteristics. The anthromophoric (feline humanoid) class are considered the most elite of their kind. Upon coming of age (at 20), one is tested in their ability to use the skills of their natural (feline) and their evolutionary (human) states.

History > Tabasco Truelove: Raised on a farm, "Basco" grew up in a large, loving household with his parents, brothers, and sisters. One of the middle children of the family, Tabasco relied on his wit and cunning to keep the family amused and his workload minimal. At 14, a fire destroyed his family's farm, killing his entire family with it. Instead of going into a local orphanage, he opted for joining a traveling rodeo group. Basco started out cleaning stables and loading carts, but quickly graduated to participating in the shows when he came to the rescue of a cowboy thrown from his horse.

All cowboys, even clown ones, suffer from a little heartbreak, but Basco's heart got busted beyong repair. She was the headliner of rodeo and as beautiful as they come. When Basco proclaimed his feelings for her she simply laughed. "No one could ever love a clown. All they are good for are jokes and making fools out of themselves." Basco took his craft seriously, so hearing her mockery of him crushed his will to remain in the rodeo troupe. Finding the advertisement for the Cirque de Coeur Torve, Basco decided a change in employer was necessary.

References: I do not have any personal images of Basco. The following references belong to their respective owners, and the links to the original files are listed in the image descriptions provided.

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The tent surrounds you at all sides, the audience becomes a blur and you are only focusing on your act. This is your first show, well in front of a massive large audience like this. Rehearsal went well, the ringleader even gave you praise. But It's a make or break situation, just one bad move and… Write about your player's first act with Cirque. Do they mess up, or perform beautifully? How does the audience react?
Note: If your character performs in the sideshow, just translate the prompt to that. Basically, just play out their first time in front of a real audience.

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The Center Ring. It is the place all circus performers dream of stepping foot, but it is also the one place a performer can't hide. For Basco, receiving the call to debut in Cirque brought with it as much happiness as it did fear. What if they didn't find him amusing? What if they crowd refused to laugh? What if they.... started booing? Having left the rodeo behind, Basco Badabing found himself in a precarious position. He would either perform his well rehearsed acts precisely as done in practice, or something would go tragically right and he would be shot up into stardom. He'd be a laughing stock either way, but such is the life of a clown.

Bouncing with anticipating, Basco waited for the cue. Four simple words were all it took to call out the horde of clowns. His ears perked as he waited for the call. Closing his eyes, he pictured every prank, joke, tumble, and stunt in his mind. With the lights low, his pupils were wide and ringed with green. A last look in the mirror and a goofy grin was all it took to solidify his courage.

"Bring in the Clowns!"

The call for 'showtime' never sounded sweeter, taking a second to relish the applause, the audience laughed it up as Basco was dragged from the shadows by his tail. His large, floppy shoes bounced in squeaked to the children's delight as Basco shuffled in wearing a ruffled dress and bright blue wig. The children squealed and clapped as Basco tripped over his own feet, fell backwards, tucked into a roll, and finished in a handstand. The cackled at his heart printed boxer shorts and hairy legs. A couple of flips and twirls and the laugher changed to gasps of awe, shortly before returning to laughter when Basco took a cream pie and some seltzer to the face.

The best thing about clowns is he didn't have to worry about talking. As a new addition to the troupe, Basco only needed to focus on entertaining, miming, and getting hurt without actually getting hurt. The best thing about being a regular clown as opposed to a rodeo clown, was the severe lack of raging bull charging straight at him. Skipping over to the side, he plucked up a couple of batons. and waited for his signal for the juggling portion.

After the first couple misses, which he was able to play off as "clowning around". Basco managed to shake the small bit of performance anxiety hindering his routine. Tuning out the laughter, he focused on the task at hand. Things were going smoothly until another clown shook things up by lobbing another pie at him, hitting him square in the back of the head. Basco missed a catch and a club hit him square between the eyes. While he was trying to regain his focus another one fell and hit him in the shin. The audience ate it up, cheering for the young clowns brilliance.

"The show must go on," Basco gritted to himself, feeling the aching coursing through his body. "I can't stop now."

Finishing their act, another clown pretended to club Basco over his head and carry him out. Another improvisation, but he welcomed the attentiveness of his trainer and played along like a damsel in distress.

And the crowd went wild.

Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:14 am

Rylerion

Username: Rylerion
Character Name: Nathanial Al'de Fausto-Sterling (Nathanial Dale Sterling/Nahana-Lit Al'de Fausto)
Title: The Chimera
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act:
Sideshow: Well, he simply is what he is. His striking appearance and behavior speak for themselves. But he doesn't want to always be a sideshow performer, he would much rather work his way up to being on the main stage and being appreciated for more then just how he was born. Though he has a knack for music, he doesn't have much of a working act yet so he's forced to just display himself for the public eye till he can polish his skills otherwise.

Skills he's working on to make it to the main stage:
Singing/Storytelling
Musical Instruments
Escapology
Slight of Hand
Knife Throwing

Appearance:
Basically, Nate is two people in one. He was born a chimera hermaphrodite. He's half dark skinned and half light skinned, seamed right down the middle of his body, the darker half being the 'female' and the lighter half the 'male'. He's of polynesian and irish decent, each nationality taking one side of him. The darker skin is on his right, the lighter skin on his left. The left side of his hair is red, the right side black, this left eye green, his right side brown. He does have a breast developing on his left side, but he keeps his chest bound when he's not on display to hide it.

He completely associates himself with being male and doesn't like to dress abnormally outside performing, and even then he only wears a kilt and coconut bra [no, he's not that creative when it comes to costumes and if hired he'll probably end up asking someone else to help him think of something better to wear]. Otherwise, he wears normal clothes.

He's about 5'11", twenty three years old and of slight build, though not too painfully thin. He has a pretty face, but not so pretty you would automatically think he's half she.

Distiguishing marks include a tattoo he has on the inside of his left arm below the elbow. It's of a drox, or dragon/fox, which looks somewhat similiar to Falcor from The Neverending Story, though less dog-like and more fox-like. On his other arm in the same spot is a tattoo of a gryphon. The two figures are both facing inwards [aka, toward his body when he holds his arms out to show someone the tattoos], and both rearing up as though about the attack the other. The style of both is like heraldy which is the design used on old coat of arms.

He also has a number of whip scars on his back.

Personality:
Nate (Nahana-Lit Al'de Fausto): his 'female' persona, though 'she' refers to 'her'self as he since he was raised thinking of himself as being completely male. He's very soft spoken and shy, though intelligent. He loves to read and does it as often as he can, even if that means sacrificing any kind of social life he might have otherwise. He's attracted to males, though he's never been in any kind of relationship and is frightened really of even the idea of them. He's very conscientious of his strange appearance and tries to play it down if it's pointed out or if he's asked about it. In general, he avoids physical contact. He love to sing as well.

Nate (Nathanial Dale Sterling): his 'male' persona. Nate is a impassioned man who is easily angered, though he usually turns to verbal abuse before physical violence. He's very cynical and sees little to no good in his fellow man. He's not an idiot, but he doesn't use his intelligence to its upmost, prefering to simply be lazy. He loves women and will keep their company as much as he can. He perfers playing instruments to singing when he's in a musical mood.

World and History:
World A.

[his story, the abridged version]

Nate was born around 1890 on a small island in the South Pacific. His mother was an Irish researcher's daughter who insisted upon tagging along on his expedition along the islands south of Australia. They ran into a bad storm and the girl was thrown from the ship and later pulled from the sea by a small fishing boat. She was brought to a tiny island nestled amoung many others and nursed back to health.

Most the natives were kind to her, but one head-strong boy made unwanted advances to her. She resisted, which only angered the lad, and so he took her by force. When the tribe's leader found out what he'd done to thier 'guest', he had the boy banished from the island, but the damage was already done. Nine months later, Nate was born. His mother wanted nothing to do with him and probably would have killed him had her father's ship not returned right after his birth to rescue her. She left the child on the island and refused to speak of what had happened the ten months she was missing, so none of his family save for her knows he exists.

The island natives didn't know what to think of the strange looking baby, and thought possibly he was the result of some kind of curse set upon the island by the gods angered over what . Desperate to be rid of him, they sold him to a slave ship before he was even a year old. The female slaves abord the ship waiting to be sold were allowed to raise him, and one elderly woman that acted as ship cook took up the role as a kind of grand-mother to him. She made an effort to learn all she could about him so he'd have some sense of self, which is the only way he knows of his birth which the old woman overheard the island chief telling the slave trader about when he was bought.

When he turned seven, the ship's captain decided he was old enough to be put on the auction block. He wasn't easily sold due to his strange appearance, but a small band of mistrals heard him humming to himself while waiting to be sold and took interest in him. They were just barely able to scrape enough money together to bid on him, and since no one else wanted him, they 'won' him.

They discovered his natural talent for singing and his ear for music. They trained him well, but most people were too frightened of how he looked to appreciate his skilled. With him performing with them, the band was losing what little money they had, so when he was thirteen they were forced to have to sell him back to a slave trader.

He was almost immediately sold to a violent and mean-spirited merchant who wasn't afraid to keep his slaves in line with a few quick lashes. Up till then, Nate had only had on conciousness, but when faced with the stress and abuse his new master laid upon him as well as his own puberty, Nathanial and Nahana-Lit seperated. Both his personalities are fully aware of and communicates with the other and most the time don't compete for control, although they have been known to quarrel from time to time. More often then not, though, they work together in harmony.

He only stayed with the merchant a year and a half before being sold again. After that, he was bought and sold many times, sometimes to kindly owners and sometimes to cruel masters. When he could (or was allowed), he would save money, and when he turned twenty one he finally had enough to buy his freedom.

Since he's been free, he's wandered as much of the world as he can, singing and playing music to make enough money to eat and survive on, though he longs for a real profession where he can put his talents to real use. More then once he's considered joining a circus since he seriously doubts they'd turn away a perfectly formed chimera hermaphrodite, but he's not sure he wants to be displayed in a freak show the rest of his life, so he's working on skills that could perhaps help him climb the proverbial ladder in the circus world. Though, if nothing else, he figured these skills could help spice up his sideshow act to make it more appealing to audiences.

References: I'm afraid I really don't have any, but I could dig some images up if need be.

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[for clarity's sake, Nathanial speaks in dark red and Nahana-Lit speaks in indigo]

Nate paced nervously behind the curtain shielding him from the crowd he could hear forming on the other side. It wouldn't be long now before the ringmaster's voice would fill the space, introducing the next show featuring the circus's newest attraction. There was just enough light bleeding through the cloth of the banner hanging over the curtain for him to see the words 'aremihC gnizamA ehT' freshly painted in gold and red.

He held a rock in his right hand, which he tossed up and down as he turned to pace back to where he'd started again. "What's taking so damn long?" he mumbled to himself in a deep voice as his brow furrowed. He was wound so tight he felt as though any moment he'd snap.

"No...have to stay calm. Just do it like we did yesterday," he continued on, both his voice and his face softenening. He closed his eyes, reaching down and brushing his kilt flat with his left hand. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, and opened his eyes again.

"If we just perform like we rehearsed, we'll be fine....right?" he asked, the last word sounding less convincing then the wanted it to.

"Right," he answered more suredly, his grip tightening on the rock. "Like a caged animal on display. Why the ******** did we ever agree to do this, anyway?"

"Because we need the money," he said, rolling his eyes at himself and letting a soft sigh escape his lips. "It's been two years now, N. We can't go on living off the streets. We need real food and a roof over our head. I know this isn't the best gig, but..."

"No s**t," he interjected, cutting himself off. "And for the record, I want to be sure we're all aware this was your idea and not mine."

But before he could say anything further, he felt a sudden warmth on the side of his face as the curtain opened and the sun poured in on him. He'd been so busy arguing with himself he didn't even notice he'd been announced.

Though there was only fifty people standing before him, he felt as though it were a thousand. He noted how the men frowned with their foreheads at him and the older women gasped. A few of the younger children were already giggling and pointing at his coconut bra. He swallowed loudly as he hurriedly straightened himself, his heart racing in his chest.

"Good evening ladies and gentleman!" he said as he flung his arm out to begin a dramatic bow. The only problem was he forgot he still had a rock in his hand which with that motion he sent flying off to his right.

The lighter side of his face blushed brightly as he quickly made his bow, trying to ignore what he'd just done. But the audience already burst into laughter, and a few brave men were drawing themselves closer.

"So what're ya suppose t'be, a clown?" one asked as he came right up to Nate's face, the smell of alcohol thick in the air as he opened his mouth.

Instinctively, Nate backed a few steps away. "N-no sir," he said, suddenly all too aware of how ridiculous he looked as he adjusted his kilt again. "I'm a mucisian."

"A musician?" a bold woman asked from the back of the crowd. "That sign there says 'The Amazing Chimera'. I thought you were going to be some kind of monster with two heads and a tail," she added, sounding disappointed.

"I am not a monster!" Nate snapped before he forced himself to calm again. "I am a chimera, madam, but not like in the stories of old. I suppose I am somewhat simila...."

"Do a trick!" someone shouted andeveryone else in the crowd chuckled and nodded in agreement, a few yawning a little more loudly then necessary.

Nate felt beads of sweat forming on his brow that he quickly wiped away. He opened his mouth to speak, but little more then strained air escaped as his mouth felt as dry as sandpaper all of a sudden.

The crowd was growing impatient quickly as the drunk who spoke earlier stepped up again. "Is that all yer gonna do?" he said, wavering on feet as he moved in towards Nate again, "stand there wit yer mouth hangin' open? Com'on, do something! I know...maybe ya should show us what's under that skirt ya got on..."

Nate's blood ran cold a moment. "Get away from me!" he screamed, lifting his hand as though he were about to hit the man down. The audience grew silent, the women putting an arm around their children and the younger men starting to move up closer as well. Nate's hand trembled, suspended in the air as the drunken man looked at him with eyes filled with fear.

After a few strained moments, his hand fell back to his side as his lip started to quiver. Nate closed his eyes tightly, and without thinking, he started to sing.

The melody he made as he went along, feeling the music as is bubbled up from his chest and out his mouth. It was a sad song, of shame and pain and loneliness, the only truths Nate had ever been sure of in his life. This was the kind of song that could only be concieved in the deepest depths of the soul and born in the moment when one feels such things the strongest. The crowd couldn't help but listen, mesmerized by Nate's enchanting voice, more then a few eyes filling with tears.

As suddenly as the music began, it stopped. Nate opened his eyes, looking around at the group as they stared at him, all eyes and mouths hanging wide open.

"The show is over," he said flatly as he turned on the balls of his feet and walked away.

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Posted: Mon Nov 13, 2006 3:15 am

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Username: Antigra
Character Name: Zachary Bloodstone
Title: Zacharias, The Reptilian King
Password: monkey
Describe their talent/skill/act: Zachary is mainly paraded around up close in the sideshow as a half-human, half-reptilian monster, though in actuality it’s just some unlucky genetics. Wearing nothing but some pants that have seen much better days, he scrambles around and makes sudden leaps toward the audience, though he never gets too close[i/]. It is implied that he’s savage, and he’s rather good at leading people on about that. It doesn’t take much more than wandering around on all fours and snarling to convince people something isn’t right. There’s a specially made cage and set of chains that are used that he appears to break free from for the effect and the scare. First the chains, then the cage, and if that weren’t enough there’s a lovely demonstration of how to bite a chicken’s head off. His act changes every so often to incorporate things such as flaming hoops and foolhardy audience volunteers. More whimsical costuming and some lessons in fire-breathing may be employed later to turn him from a lizard man to a dragon man.
Appearance: In most respects, Zach appears human – he’s got the correct number of limbs, and so forth. His brown hair and brown eyes are nothing unusual, he’s about 5’10”, and his build is stocky. His skin is entirely scaly, similar in texture and appearance to an alligator’s hide, but skin-colored. He lacks sweat glands entirely, using his tear ducts instead. His eyelids are extremely thin, looking semitransparent even when closed. In addition to these natural deformities, he’s taken to filing his teeth and nails to points, and has had his tongue split into a fork. Some nights he’ll use washable dyes, either regular or some sort of glow-in-the-dark sort, to enhance the visibility of his “scales” and add to the act.
Personality: Zachary is not the most perky and friendly of individuals. While he has grown used to turning horrified stares in his direction into a benefit, he’s still grappling with insecurities and fears. He revels in belittling others behind their backs and spreading rumors to cure his own self-consciousness. The grudges he holds are unshakable. He hates violence (at least, being on the receiving end), and can be easily managed with a couple of well-worded threats of such. When under heavy stress he refers to himself in third person, a throwback to abuse he suffered from his parents as a child. He does have interests though, mainly very nonviolent ones such as gardening.
World and History: World A

Zachary was born to two very average human beings in Bath, England. His horrible skin condition astounded doctors and infuriated his parents. They were unkind, treating him quite horribly and forcing him to be home-schooled away from other children. The abuse reached a peak when he was 15, and it was at that point that he ran away from home.

He knew he was a freak in the eyes of others, though he couldn’t help what he was. Rather than a noble outlook on life, his grew twisted, despising people for fearing everything they didn’t understand. Jobs were not plentiful, and dumpster diving was a habit he became all-too-familiar with. It was only when he began to perform on street corners that he made enough for a hot meal once a week.

At 19, and without a job, he worried that there was nothing he could do. People hated the sight of him, and he wasn’t skilled in many things. Just when his luck had run out, he was rescued by The Cirque du Coeur Torve, though terming it a rescue may be a bit of a stretch.

References: “Alligator Man” - http://phreeque.tripod.com/aloa.jpg

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It was dark, at first. The only light visible came from the dull glow of tribal patterns etched in fluorescent paint all over Zach’s body, and the eye-like markings over each of his own. Nestled within the heavy cage, he couldn’t help but squirm just a little bit. Some shadowy figure was wheeling the entire thing out into the stage area of the sideshow tent. Normally he went for at least a casual conversation before he performed, but this was the big night, the day which all his preparations had been leading up to. If he messed this up, he was ruined. All he could do was peer into the murmuring darkness and prepare himself as best he could. It wasn’t long before the nameless helper had taken off into the darkness to return backstage, leaving him alone before an eager audience.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the voice of an assistant from within the shadowy confines of the tent. The chatter died down immediately, so that only the howl of the nighttime wind could be heard in the intervening silence. “You have seen many fascinating people at our fine Cirque. But there is one you have yet to have met. We cannot formally introduce you to him. However, I think you’ll be enjoying your distance.”

There was a pause, and in that pause Zach rattled the enormous chains around his wrists. A growl rumbled from his throat, one that he hoped was convincing in its utter lack of humanity. The assistant’s voice returned, right on cue as the growl died down. “We present to you now, a fearsome beast, the most terrifying reptile of them all…”

All the lights went on immediately, almost blinding him. His thin eyelids could never handle the shock, so he’d incorporated the surprise into his act. With a furious snarl, he shielded his eyes with an arm. There’d be no way to see the people anyhow, he knew, so he forgot for the moment they existed and settled on the first of his little tricks. After his eyes had adjusted ever so slightly, he pulled himself into a crouch on his knuckles and knees, rattling the chains that were attached to the sides of his constricting cage. They didn’t budge, at first. With a bellow, he tried again, straining against his pre-planned bonds as though they were impossible to escape from. He rose shakily to his feet, bent over as though he’d never walked with a straight back before in his life, and quickly shoved his head out from between the bars, looking all around the room at that magnificent colorful blur of people who would never know him as anything more than a humanoid creature. He pulled away and reared back his head, grimacing to show off those impeccably sharpened teeth. There was a collective gasp. Perfect.

“Now don’t worry folks, he’s not going to get through –“ Right on cue, he gave a tug that pulled the chains in just the right direction, punctuating it with a bestial howl of triumph. With loud snaps the chains were free, though the manacles were still around his wrists and trailing a couple of solid links. He grappled with two of the bars on the front of the cage, wrestling them apart easily. All part of the act. He just had to look like an animal and no one would figure out that he was just as intelligent as anyone else. Grunting and growling, he pushed out of the iron trap and landed heavily on all fours on the hay-strewn dirt floor of the tent. The assistant’s voice had an almost sadistic calm. “Why, I do believe he got through this time.”

He made a beeline for the audience, rearing up and preparing to pounce. There was a whipcrack from the assistant behind him, the sound of which was his cue to turn around and investigate. From that point it became a quick succession of tricks. There was a burning hoop through which he was forced, singing a toe in the process. A chicken was shooed onto the stage and he made his leap for it. Amidst squeals of shock and encouraging chants, he wrestled the unfortunate fowl into his grip and neatly bit off its head. The taste of the blood wasn’t as nauseating as it should have been, but a month of practice and at least a dozen dead chickens had improved his decapitating skills. Feathers were everywhere, and blood too, real blood. There was no settling for stage blood if you wanted to be the best.

When at last the tricks were exhausted and he had been left in the center of the stage pacing back and forth on his knuckles and making a variety of obscene noises, three beefy men who normally moved equipment rushed onstage to drag him cage and off. All the while he made it look as though nearly, just nearly, he could have broken free of even all of them.

There was applause, certainly, but they didn’t give it to him. What would a lizard do with their applause? It was only when the sideshow’s ringmaster, the assistant, appeared once again to announce the next of the sideshows that they would make any noise. He held his breath backstage, waiting, hoping.

And not a moment too soon the tent was full of it, the sweet sound of success. Applause.

Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2006 1:01 pm

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I would like to announce that:
tuari, ogre, taichou, esopha, silvarah, rabid ice weasel
are cirque's first ever flatsale winners <3
congrats guys!

and the artists:
criss is doing tuari and rabid,
outrun is doing taichou and ogre
dahli is doing esopha and silvarah

I would like to say I was really impressed with the entries; they were quite wonderful to read as well! This is flatsale was so ******** to judge, yes ******** was indeed needed. We really hope that everyone enters again because we were so tempted to go over the 6 player line. x3 <3

thanks everyone <3

winners: please send trades of 15k to the mule.

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