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 Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 7:33 pm
Music was playing, somewhere off in the distance where it was not a nuisance and merely part of the background. It was nothing more than white noise to the lone figure who practiced in the well lit tent. She'd managed to find a bit of time where it was empty, and the girl was going to take all the advantage that she could of the solitude. It had been over an hour since she had hauled the three, large metal orbs inside and she had been practicing since. She knew her act down to the last breath at this point, and had known it for a few days now, but it was now just the matter of stretching out her abilities. They had to last, and the longer they lasted the better. And so Aemilia Saint Sinclair practiced, and practiced, and then practiced some more.
The act was a good thirty minutes, and would possibly be longer once one accomodated the crowd and their reactions into the mess. As the globes slid along her form seamlessly, Aemi could feel herself draining. It wasn't the strength that strained her physically, but rather the use of her light bending. It could not easily be explained, but it was almost like a physical act and her body felt the strain, not to mention her mind exhausted by the level of concentration required to bend the light and move the ball (or in some cases balls, depending on how many she decided to take on) along her limbs. Each orb was slid over her arms, shoulders, back and legs in alternating patterns. Occasionally she would even bounce them off one limb and balance them on another. She was surprisingly flexible given her chosen act, but she only used it to produce more elaborate poses.
There was nothing particularly exciting about this part of the act, but the way the light glinted and shimmer, or the orbs disappeared entirely, was pretty and entertaining to watch. She would make herself disappear now and then, leaving the globes to float in 'thin air'. It was during one of those moments that she felt herself lose her balance, the largest globe perched precariously on her shin and the smallest on one outstretched arm that was slightly elevated above her head. Instinctively she brought her limbs in abruptly and stumbled back out of the way of the falling weights, but she tripped and fell on her rear promptly.
Sniffing, she raised two fingers to touch the moisture beneath her nose, knowing without really looking that she had pushed herself to the point of bursting blood vessels. Sure enough her nose was bleeding and she rolled her mix-matched eyes before falling backwards so that her head rested in the dirt. Dusty hair bedamned, she wanted to lay down for a moment. It was time for a break, whether she liked it or not.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 5:51 am
It was after a long couple of hours of moving crates from one trailer car to another. Charlot was looking for a place to rest for a bit, or otherwise occupy himself with less 'strenuous' activity. Peeking into tents had proved fruitful before (he's caught a couple of acts in the past week and met a few new people), so he'd decided that that was his new favorite pastime.
Already, he's popped into a few of the smaller tents and only gotten recruited to help raise a line or tie something off. With a grunt of irritation, he'd moved on after the work was finished and tried a few of the larger ones. The first he stepped into was seemingly empty, he was about to turn to leave when he heard a soft grunt from the center ring- someone was on the ground.
"Hnn.." Curious, he pushed through the leather tent flaps and into the well-lit theater like seating section. Once he got closer, he recognized the female frame and calculated to himself who it could be-
"Ame~" A smile crossed his features as he came to a halt and leaned over to peer down at her. "Wha'cha doin' on th'floor, luv?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 1:27 pm
Aemilia hadn't expected to be stumbled across. Despite being in one of the larger tents, she had thought she'd chosen one that was out of the way. The last person she expected to be found by was, more assuredly, Charlot. It had been sometime since she'd spoken with him last. Seen him, yes, but there were cages to be cleaned and grunt work to be done so she hadn't had the opportunity to speak with him since he'd helped her carry her props.
When she did find herself looking up at Charlot, she was too preoccupied with keeping herself together to be embarrassed. Her head was no longer pounding, though a dull ache remained at either temple. She wasn't tired, per say, but energy was only slowly returning to her abused limbs. At least she hadn't been unlucky enough to be beneath one of the falling heavy objects. That might not have bode well. She was strong, but she wasn't Superwoman. Her bones could break. Raising a hand to wipe any stray blood off her upperlip, she managed to arch a brow and fix him with a coy smile. She did not, however, get up.
"Breakin'. 'nd countin' threads in th'tent ceilin. Wot's it look like?" She patted the dust next to her, "Care t'join me?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 1:29 pm
"Breakin', eh? Oi c'use one." He shifted around her and sat, flopping back beside her with a soft grunt. Once he was mildly comfortable, he turned his head a little with a smile in his voice. "So... 'ow many y'count s'far?"
He'd noticed the bit of blood on her lip, but didn't say anything. She must have been practicing rather hard to cause such a little accident- or strain on her system. That was good, in a way- it meant soon she'd be ready to perform and show off her talents.
"... and 'ows th' training?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 28, 2008 6:58 pm
She chuckled as she watched him situate himself out of the corner of her eye. Arching her brow and pursing her lips in a bemused expression though her face never turned from the ceiling. When he inquired, she snorted, "I 'ad a thous'nd n'twen'y. Then y'went n'distracted me."
Most assurently kidding, as she had no patience to count that high, she fixed him with a coy grin as she turned her head before her lower lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout. "But, I s'pose I'll be startin' oveh."
"Th' trainin' is... goin'." The question concerning the training turned her solemn pretty quick. Perhaps she was being overly hard on herself, but she didn't feel as if she was where she needed to be. In truth, she was there by far, but she had no idea what was expected of a performer compared to a... well, a weapon of mass destruction as the military had been intended with their experimentation. Her goal, nevertheless, was to make elephants disappear without touching them - without being within ten feet of them, if she could manage, but shapes that big were... difficult still if she couldn't touch them. "I dunno if I'm pushin' t'hard. I dunno if I'm no'pushin' enough." She shrugged.
"'ow's th' performin'?"
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