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 Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:43 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett  Altair watched her climb up and saw her shoes fall and hit the ground. He heard her ask if he wanted to come up if he wasn't afraid of heights. He laughed softly. "I love heights.." He called up and followed her up to the top. From there he could see everything. He stood near the edge of the platform and looked down. Behind his mask his mouth was curved in a smile. He looked over at her. "I can see why you like it up here.. Its a very good view.." He said. He reached up and pulled down his mask, something he rarely did outside of his performances. He had a scar on one side of his mouth that was whiter then the rest of his pale skin, and he was still smiling. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 9:55 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 sighed. "Believe it or not, I have a paralyzing fear of heights. I just learned how to focus on what I do, pushing it to the back of my mind." She said softly. "Being half blind messes up the depth perception. I'm always falling, though there's usually a net." She stated, stepping out on the rope a few feet. She covered her left eye with her hand, helping her concentrait on what she felt instead of what she saw. 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: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:17 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair listened to her, nodding when she said she actually had a paralyzing fear of heights. He was going to ask her why she wanted to be a tightrope walker if she was afraid of heights, but he saw her walking out onto the rope and he quieted. He didn't want her to fall. He saw her cover her eye and he gulped slightly watching her. He stepped closer to the center of the platform. He watched her quietly. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:27 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]]*¤]´)÷¤—
"Tightrope walking is how I survived on the streets for two decades. Walking from rooftop to rooftop was the only way to avoid confrontation with the law." She explained, doing a one handed flip as to warm up her sense of touch. "In a world like that, you do what you had to to survive." The music in her head started, and she began her routine.
A combination of backflips and tricks like that which took her entire body off the rope made her act what it was. Unique. "Some of the tricks I do are the reason I fall." She said as she jumped up from the rope, launching her self in to the air. She landed on the rope, just sitting comfortably. 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: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:44 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair listened to her, and he found that he could relate. "Yes... I know what you mean... I would often have to take to the rooftops of the city's whenever I went to a city.. often times it was to track my targets or to escape after an assassination... but thats not something I should talk about..." He said. He looked at her sitting out on the rope and he smiled, it showing because his mask was still off. "Would you mind if I joined you out there?" He asked her, cocking his head slightly. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 10:54 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 smiled back at him softly. "If you think you can make it out here. It's not as easy as it looks, mind you." She said, shifting and hanging upside down from her knees on rope. 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: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:08 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair smiled and laughed. "Rope walking is no more new to me then throwing knives... it was one of the obstacles i had to deal with in order to cross rooftops... but never this high.." He said. He took a deep breath and started to slowly walk out onto the rope towards her. He wobbled a few times but he got close. He was about a few feet away and he smiled at her.
He slowly bent down and grabbed the rope so he could steady himself and at down next to where she was hanging. "ok.. now time to hang..." He said quietly to himself. He fell back, still holding the rope and hooked his knees around it. he swayed there next to her and he smiled. "Wow.. been a while since i been in this position..." He said with a smile. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:18 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 watched as he walked out onto her rope and hung upside down with her. And it made her laugh. "Now how are you getting up?" She asked, a wily smile on her face. She had her tricks that many people couldn't do. Though some could and it took too much for people to jsut pull themselves upright, the rope moved too much to do so. She couldn't even manage it. 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: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:40 am
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett He smiled at her. "Now thats the tricky part... But who says you got to get back up?" He said and he moved himself over with his knees then bent up at the waist and grabbed the rope with his hands. Now he let his feet dangle and he swung back and forth, not to the side of the rope, but towards the beginning and end parts. Then he swung hard and grabbed the ropes with his knees scissored around them so the rope was against his back. He inched toward her. "I can really feel how long its been since I've done this... This was a trick taught to view the world below from a better angle... but its not done very often because its easy to slip and fall from this position..." He said, concentrating hard to keep a tight grip. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 11:50 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 smiled. "I didn't know the rope was that strong...It's not used to moving so much and it's been holding me up for many years. I'm impressed by it." She said, swinging her legs over her head, rolling her shoulders so the muscles didn't get caught on the bones, and dangling from the rope by her two hands. She pulled herself up and sat on the rope. "A simple way that moves the rope less. It's actually difficult to fall if you know what your doing." 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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Rogue Phoenix Fire Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:02 pm
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𝕬𝔰𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔲𝔰 𝕸𝔞𝔫𝔫
"Perhapse he was just jealous of how well you do your job. Not everyone does well with their job," He tried to console her. He pulled out a handkerchief for her to dry her eyes with. He decided telling her how some people feared clowns was a bad idea, but he had a hard time deciding what he should tell her.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:09 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair watched her and smiled. "Ah... a very good way.." He said. His concentration slipped and his legs lost the grip and they slipped off the rope. He gripped the rope tightly with one hand and he got his other hand up too. "That was close..." He said, breathing heavily for a second. Then he did exactly as she did and got back on top of the rope. "There we go.." He said, mostly to himself. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:22 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 couldn't help but laugh softly. "Nice catch." She said, inbetween giggles. "Really, very skillful." She commented, clapping jokingly. "And thats why that way isn't practiced anymore, yes?" 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: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:41 pm
"The shadows are my friends,"
"The shadows are my home,"
"The shadows is your end." Altair Lovett Altair looked at her. He blushed, a little embarrassed about slipping. He nodded when she asked him if that's why its not done often. "Yes.. That is why it is not practiced anymore.." He said and he looked at her with a smile. He looked down at the ground from where he was sitting. All his talking about what he had been taught back then, when he was living in a kingdom that had long ago fallen to corruption and evil. His smile slowly faded as he remembered everyone. Everyone was a brother and sister to him. He remembered his parents as well and his feeling seemed to sink more. He said nothing but just sat there staring at the ground. My cold blade shall be the last thing you will feel.. Enjoy it while you still live.
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Posted: Thu Sep 02, 2010 12:51 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]]*¤]´)÷¤—
"Memories, huh?" Christine asked, as Altair grew coldly silent. "Vile little things, they are. It would be nice to just get rid of them." She commented, her voice turning a bit bitter. "It's not like anything good comes from remembering the past." 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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