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 Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 7:29 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!
 "My name is Gordon," he said, addressing the young woman. "You may simply call me G if you'd like, most other's have." He smiled kindly before returning his attention to Altair. "How odd, most people's lucy card is the Ace of Spades. You know, many tarot card readers use plain decks as covers when publicly doing readings for customers. They used the Ace of Clubs as the Ace of Wands, translating it as invention, creativity, good luck, and optimism. Maybe the future looks bright for you, perhaps you should ask Miss Madlen for a reading?" He chuckled at his suggesting, wondering if Altair disliked Madlen as much as any other promiscuous woman he avoided or if the Mesmerizing Madlen had worked her magic on him as well. Casually, Gordon retrieved his cards, teleporting the ace of clubs back into the deck as he shuffled it and held the spread deck out to C.J. "Pick a card, any card." He said with a smile. 
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 11:16 pm
~C.J.~ Where am I?
Who am I?
When did I?
What happened?
Why did it?
How? C.J. smiled as she muttered his name to make sure she could say it. G. The letter was one of her favourites, the shape and size of it just appealed to her. She scanned the cards front of her and pulled one out of the fan the deck made. This is not...
You....
Can't....
Go......
Run........
Save........
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:19 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett  He looked at the girl. "I am Altair Lovett.. I'm the knife thrower.." he said to the girl with a slight bow. Then Altair listened to Gorden as he described what the ace of clubs meant. When he suggested going to see Memorizing Madlen, Altair scoffed. "Ha... You know me Gorden... I never have a bright future... And I don't like women like that... But maybe I should... Never know what I may find out.." He said and he stood and headed for the exit, putting his hood up as usual. He made his way towards Memorizing Madlen's caravan, passing Christine and Lilura.
He nodded to them as he passed and knocked loudly before heading inside."Hello? Madlen? I have come for a reading... If that would be acceptable to you..."He said in a clear voice hoping she heard him. He had been here countless times before and quite a few times she had become quite 'friendly' towards him. It was something he did not often like. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 5:40 pm
 
[[lol she was at her show, but no worries. ^+^]]
Madlen, who had had an excellent show, bounced merrily to her wagon, counting the cash she had manage to life out of the pockets of the men in the crowd. Halfway into her dance she had gotten a vision telling her there was someone waiting for her at her caravan so she had decided to wrap up the performance a bit early and head that way. She hadn't gotten the entire image of the shadowy figure knocking at her door so when she saw it was Altair, she was shocked.
"Well, well, Mr. Lovett, fancy meeting you here. You know, usually I go to the man when it's time for a seducing but it's nice to have a change of pace." She grinned, with a wink as she approached him. She was kidding, of course, from the first time she was formally introduced to the knife thrower she could see the hateful look in his eyes. She spotted it easily, having recieved it many times in her life, though usually the look came from a woman. "What might I help you with today?" She opened her caravan door and climbed in, waving him to follow her.
  
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 6:48 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 smiled, pleased that someone understood that joke. She looked around, recognizing a few of the performers around the tent, but not one girl in pigtails. She had an ignorant air around her, and a clueless look in her eyes. A new girl. Good luck to her. She wished the girl well, hoping she knew what she was getting into. Though no one did when they joined. "Looks like Asmodeus has new bait for the crowd." 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: Tue Aug 31, 2010 7:04 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 smiled and shuffled the cards again handing them to her, closing his eyes a moment and focusing on the card she hand in her hand. There were many things he 'cheated' on with his magic, guessing cards was not one of them. "Five of hearts." He said with confidence, turning his head as he heard a familar voice. "Ahh, Miss Dann, how are you this day?"
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: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:32 pm
All this weeping in the air
Who can tell where it will fall?
Through floating forests in the air
‘Cross the rolling open sea
Blow a kiss, I run through air
Leave the past, find nowhere
Floating forests in the air
Clowns all around you Honey Bee
Her face was scrunched up and red from crying, anyone who knew her could tell right away something had happened that upset her. But, unless you were deaf and blind, it was pretty clear to see she was hurt. "Asmodeus!!!" She shrieked, running through the circus like a bat out of hell. The bells that decorated her outfit rang out her location as she searched for the Ring Master. She hadn't been around the patrons for ten minutes and already someone had made fun of the way she looked.
Choking out sobs, she rubbed at her eyes with her forearm, smearing the makeup her brother had worked hard on. People stared oddly at her, with expressions that read 'is this a part of her act?' No one was laughing, they weren't suppose to. No one wants to see a crying clown. She continued running, trying to hide the tears as she searched for the person she ran to when she couldn't find Jazz. "Asmodeus!" She tried again, running into a tent.
Clowns that only let you know
Where you let your senses go
Clowns all around you
It’s a cross I need to bear
All this black and cruel despair
‘This is an emergency
Don’t you hide your eyes from me
Open them and see me now Can you see me now? Can you see?
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 9:45 pm
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𝕬𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔰 𝕸𝔞𝔫𝔫
Asmodeus, who had returned to his tent, put down the book as Honey Bee ran into his tent. "What's wrong? What happened?" he asked her, genuinely concerned. Asmodeus was cold-hearted and greedy most of the time, but he did have a soft side occasionally. "Did rehearsal not go well?" he said, trying to guess.
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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 10:01 pm
All this weeping in the air
Who can tell where it will fall?
Through floating forests in the air
‘Cross the rolling open sea
Blow a kiss, I run through air
Leave the past, find nowhere
Floating forests in the air
Clowns all around you Honey Bee
"H-H-He called me a c-c-cookie cutter c-cl-clown!" She said, taking sharp breaths between the words, making the bells jingle with the harsh movements. She wiped at her eyes more as the tears kept streaming their way down her pink cheeks. By this time her costume was askew and her hair was ruffled from the distress. She hurried over to him, throwing herself onto her knees and covering her face as she leaned into the arm of his chair, as if it were suppose to help. "T-T-That I was too h-h-happy. Clowns c-can't be t-t-to happy. They're clowns."
Clowns that only let you know
Where you let your senses go
Clowns all around you
It’s a cross I need to bear
All this black and cruel despair
‘This is an emergency
Don’t you hide your eyes from me
Open them and see me now Can you see me now? Can you see?
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Posted: Tue Aug 31, 2010 11:57 pm
~C.J.~ Where am I?
Who am I?
When did I?
What happened?
Why did it?
How? C.J. stared at the card in her hand. The hearts are noticable, and also there was five of them. She hand the card back, as she turned toward the women who was talking. "Hello." C.J. politely said as she stared for a bit. "My name is C.J., what is yours?" This is not...
You....
Can't....
Go......
Run........
Save........
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 7:43 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett {{Oh.Omfg.Crackers!: Oh sorry lol}}
Altair winced slightly when she called him Mr.Lovett. He hated being called that. He had always been called Altair, or Whenever his mask came off for a show, Stryker. He sighed and flipped his hood down so his face was uncovered. "Its Altair.. You know I do not like being called Mr.Lovett.." He said to Madlen.
"And as for why I am here... I did not come looking for some companionship or some 'Comfort'... I came for a fortune telling... I want you to read me my future.." He said. he knew what she was going to charge him, probably something he wouldn't like to do. many of the things were the reason he did not have any real liking towards her. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 8:54 am
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 turned to see Gordon playing his card trick. "Good morning, Gordon. I'm good, excited for the show tonight, you know." She said, smiling. "And you?" She asked, tempted to pull out the tiny bit of french she knew at all. She'd always admired his talents and his charm. And always felt a connection between the disabled eyes. She rubbed her right eye slightly, out of habit. 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: Wed Sep 01, 2010 1:24 pm
[[hahaha it's okay. I just put her there so someone could come by if she was needed.]]
She pouted, looking at him. "I know, but you don't have to be so boring about it. Flirt a little, Al, you might find a lady." She giggled, settling down in her wagon. She had already pulled out her cards she he had started speaking. "Well, come sit. I can't read with you standing out there all by yourself." She pulled out he small table and shuffling the large cards. "Is there anything in particular you're looking for today? You don't have to say it outloud, just think about it as you shuffle the cards." She set her tarot deck on the opposite side of the table, where he was to sit.
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Posted: Wed Sep 01, 2010 1:38 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair sighed once more and went inside. It was stifling inside the van and he swore she did it just to make him hot so he would take his robe off. And of course he did so. Taking off the robe and setting it on the back of the chair. He sat down after closing the door and looked at the deck and started to shuffle it.He kept his eyes concentrated on the deck, knowing hers were fixed on him. 'I just want to know my future.. Good, bad, whatever...' He thought to himself. He finally stopped shuffling after a bit and set the cards down. He looked up at Madlen. "How have you been Madlen?" He asked, always courteous. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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