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 Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:17 pm
 And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time —¤÷(`[¤*[[ Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｉｎｅ “Ｗａｌｋｅｒ” Ｄａａｎ ]]*¤]´)÷¤—
"For some time, I lived on the streets after my parents disowned me for my power." Christine said, recalling that argument clearly. It had been her father's idea. "I actually learned tightrope walking on rooftops of buildings. Clothes lines weren't the best but they worked to get from place to place." We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:29 pm
 Under the radar
Out of the system  Ƚɩℓυɾα Ϻαϵʋϵ"Maybe it's because I've never had parents, but I could not imagine that," Lilura said. She had dreamed about having parents for many years and what it would be like. Throwing her out had never been in any of her fantasies. Thoughts like that made her happy she was with Asmodeus. Caught in the spotlight
That's my existence
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 12:31 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett  Altair kept throwing knives till he quickly ran out. The center of the board was full of knives, not a single one so much as an inch closer to the edge then any. He sighed and didn't bother to get them as he lifted his hood to cover his face and walked out of the main tent and saw Christine and Lilura talking.
He heard something about their past and grew curious. He vanished in shadows and quietly made his way into a shadow of a tent near them and quietly listened to them talking. He had seen a lot of Christine's acts and had taken a small liking to her. He too was very curious about her past and where she came from. 'Maybe I will be able to find some way to connect with her... But alas their is almost no chance for me... No one could ever have feelings for an assassin.. But still I must try..' He thought to himself silently. He still hated how Asmodeous used him to kill whoever he needed killed but Altair would always do it despite hating it. he would always be an assassin for as long as he lived. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:20 pm
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time —¤÷(`[¤*[[ Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｉｎｅ “Ｗａｌｋｅｒ” Ｄａａｎ ]]*¤]´)÷¤—
"It was forty plus years ago. And my home is here, now. I don't even remember what they look like, to be honest." Christine said lightly, looking around. Her nerves spiked for no reason and a barrier went up on it's own. Probably just talk of the past in the hometown got me weirded out. She concluded, knocking the barrier down. We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 1:46 pm
~C.J.~ Where am I?
Who am I?
When did I?
What happened?
Why did it?
How? C.J. after getting settled and full from the food, she decided to wander around. She would like to meet people that also worked at the circus. She looked around long enough to find two people talking to each other. They look like they were deep in conversation so C.J. avoided talking to them and saved it for later. The other thing she wanted to do was play in those swings attached the the ceiling in the main tent again. Trapeze artist? She thought as C.J. made her way into the tent, floating up as she wondered what the ring master meant. Well, it didn't matter that much, as she did little flip in the air when she let go of the first bar and grabbed onto the second one. This is not...
You....
Can't....
Go......
Run........
Save........
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:01 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair was just beyond the edge of the barrier that Christine had put up and stood as still as physically possible. He always wondered how she knew he was around. It puzzled him beyond anything else. when the barrier went down he saw a 16 year old girl and his head cocked to the side slightly, wonder what this girl could be doing here. He silently and stealthily followed her and saw her go into the main tent. He went in after her and stood there with the hood of his cloak down and the mask on the lower half of his face still there. He watched her flip from one trapeze to the next. He now understood. This girl was the new addition to the circus. "Hello there..." He said, his voice a smooth and slightly gruff tone after all the years he lived he had never lost his voice and he always wondered why. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:08 pm
 Une plaisanterie! Je dis
Et je me demande dans la crainte
Comme pensées tranquillement jouer
Dans votre griffe mots «forte
Débordant les attentes,
Tout cela à partir d'une plaisanterie.
Danser sans aucun doute,
Qu'est-ce qu'un test difficile!
Gordon made his way to the center of the circus, shuffling a deck of cards as he walked. His hands moved quickly and gracefully as he flung the cards back and forth, making small vibrations of sound as the cards stacked against each other. It was his favorite sound in the world and simply shuffling his deck in this manner calmed him.Humming to himself, he made his way into the center tent, waving his hand casually to open the tent flap. It moved obidently to avoid him and then flopped back down in submission once he cleared the entrance. Bridging the cards, he walked to the seats surrounding the ring and watched as a young woman swung around and did flips. He tilted his head to the side, keeping quiet as she went about her business. When she finished a trick he clapped his hands, making the cards hover where he had left them to do so.
Supercherie!
C'est la ruse, je demande ...
Mais ...
Liés par mes paroles
Mon âme encore dans les chaînes ...
Supercherie! Supercherie!
C'est comme une plaisanterie douloureux!
Je danse à votre musique,
Supercherie!
Liés par mes paroles ...
Je danse ...
Jusqu'à ce que mes chaînes ne sont plus.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 2:20 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair heard clapping and he turned his head to locate the sound of the noise. He saw Gordan, the magician. He knew him well, seeing as how he had only met gordan 9 years after he himself had joined when gordon joined. "Ah..Hello Gordon... Nice to see you up and about... How are you doing this morning?" Altair asked looking at him. He saw the deck of cards shuffling and always thought how interesting Gordon's powers were. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 3:03 pm
Une plaisanterie! Je dis
Et je me demande dans la crainte
Comme pensées tranquillement jouer
Dans votre griffe mots «forte
Débordant les attentes,
Tout cela à partir d'une plaisanterie.
Danser sans aucun doute,
Qu'est-ce qu'un test difficile!
"Fairly well, I thank you. And yourself?" He said with a small, poliet bow. Altair was one of the few people Gordon conversed with frequently. Many of the others avoided him or was put of by his constant card tricks. Altair hadn't seemed to mind, for that Gordon was greatful. Gesturing to the seat beside him, Gordon made a small nod before continuing his shuffling and awaited for a reply. If he remembered correctly, Altair had been a part of the Circus of Dreams before fate had brought him to it. But it was so long ago that the memory had begun to blurr. To think, a little over fifty years ago he had lived elsewhere. Gordon believed he had been meant to join this circus and that was why things had happened the way they had, at least he hoped there was a reason. . .
Supercherie!
C'est la ruse, je demande ...
Mais ...
Liés par mes paroles
Mon âme encore dans les chaînes ...
Supercherie! Supercherie!
C'est comme une plaisanterie douloureux!
Je danse à votre musique,
Supercherie!
Liés par mes paroles ...
Je danse ...
Jusqu'à ce que mes chaînes ne sont plus.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 3:35 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair jumped up onto the seats and walked to the seat offered by Gorden. Altair had felt like they had a sort of brotherly bond. "Not too bad myself.. Had some practice earlier.." He said, gesturing towards the targets which still had all the knives buried in the center circle. He looked back at Gorden then at the deck of cards floating in midair, then he quickly shot out a hand to a random spot in the deck and withdrew the ace of clubs. "Seems to be my lucky card eh Gorden?" He said, speaking about all the other times he had drawn that card randomly. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:25 pm
~C.J.~ Where am I?
Who am I?
When did I?
What happened?
Why did it?
How? C.J. heard someone talking, and some clapping. She took a look down at the two on the ground. She floated down toward the two, her head tilted to one side. "Hello." She said, taking a couple of glances at the two. "My name is C.J. What are yours?" She asked the two. She didn't notice the floating cards or question how they appeared. This is not...
You....
Can't....
Go......
Run........
Save........
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:48 pm
Under the radar
Out of the system Ƚɩℓυɾα Ϻαϵʋϵ"I don't remember what my parents look like either," Lilura said, laughing. She was abandoned as a baby. Whoever did it knew they did not want her that early so she was never disappointed she got powers. She was rather happy about it. Caught in the spotlight
That's my existence
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 6:55 pm
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time —¤÷(`[¤*[[ Ｃｈｒｉｓｔｉｎｅ “Ｗａｌｋｅｒ” Ｄａａｎ ]]*¤]´)÷¤—
Christine laughed slightly, wondering what it would've been like if she hadn't known her parents. And about twelve billion other scenarios like that. But she concluded that she'd always end up here at the circus. "So..." She said, eager to change the topic, "How about them onions?" We can’t return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:09 pm
Under the radar
Out of the system Ƚɩℓυɾα ϺαϵʋϵLilura laughed for several seconds. It had been a joke among a few of the performers while they were preparing food and got onto a subject that they should not be on, they commented on whatever food they saw. The onions had been the funniest. "Indeed," she said still smiling. They were coming to the big tent now and Lilura turned to go around to the back entrance, where the performers usually entered. Caught in the spotlight
That's my existence
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:21 pm
 
She had danced until it was time for her next preformance and then, like a good little gypsy, hurried off to her performing tent. It was hardly a tent at all, but it was hers none-the-less. It consisted of a small backstage area and an over hang large enough to cover the stage and audience. The stakes holding it down barely stayed in the ground, but she found if any of them ever started to loosen, she could simply dance over to the strongest looking guy in the crowd and ask him for a teeney-tiny favor.
As of yet, no one was sitting in the crowd, but it didn't worry her. It gave her time to set up and, once she was down with that, she'd do her bit to draw in the men who would no doubt drag their wives along. When she was finished setting up, she equipped her biggest cloak with the most latches and stood at the center of the stage. "Show time." She said, begining her opening dance while slowly unbuckling the cloak. It was a sort of strip tease and, as it was, it was a bit sleazy, but it always drew in a crowd.
  
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