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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:04 pm
«Journal»
Page 1
-Coming Across the Cirque
-Getting Approval
-Day One
Page 2
-Day Two
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:20 pm
Journal Entry 1 It had been a particularly hot and stuffy day.
The very type of day you would not want to spend outside cleaning for hours on end.
Regretfully, this was the very thing Maxem was doing today.
Seeing as how the night before she decided to ‘experiment’ with different grades of TNT and blown up a farmer’s chicken coop, she was to clean the entire town from top to bottom until it was spotless. The fact that the boys she had grown up with were taking to dropping bottles of beer and sarsaparilla onto the ground with the intention of elongating her punishment only made the chore all the more bothersome.
Of course, it would be bothersome if she was actually doing the shore. At the time, she was rabidly chasing the littering tormentors with a broom, screaming all sorts of obscene things like just where she would stick the broom if she found them. At least, she was screaming those things before she suddenly slipping on a misfortunately placed sheet of paper. Damn that paper! Always getting in her way! She would find a way to stop it somehow… Perhaps she would burn this piece as an effigy to all—Heyyyyy, wait a second.
This paper had something particularly interesting scrawled on it: A Cirque. Not that Maxem actually had known what ‘cirque’ meant, but she figured it out using the pictures that she would much later credit to Dahli.
‘If I joined the circus…’ She thought, gazing up at the dusty sky and grasping the paper, ‘Then I would be able to escape this mess, and those boys would know who the boss was.’
She paused, thinking about her statement,
‘And I could make a name for myself and be a star, too, of course.’ Journal Entry 2 Maxem had never been to a cirque before, despite often hearing of them in the news and seeing flyers. She was a bit flabbergasted, to be completely honest, at the wide array of things that the cirque seemed to offer. Today was the day she declare independence from her father; the day she would take control of her own life.
It was this particular day that Maxem had also decided to wear a white and peach coloured dress with particular interest paid to her bust. Fidgeting, she quietly and curiously made her way through to the hiring tent, trying to keep her resolve while still indulging every now and then to peek at something that caught her fancy.
By the time she did actually make it to the tent, she stepped inside, brimming with confidence.
“Hello, my name is Marien Mulligen. I can bring so much flair to your show that folks can see it from the moon! People in France will be complaining about the lights!”
She smirked, almost a bit arrogantly, as she added mentally:
‘And if you don’t accept me, I can blow you all into oblivion~'
Journal Entry 3 Maxem shifted her position, hopelessly trying to somehow make her spot between a large wooden crate and a nearby trailer comfortable. She knew she could never fully accomplish this goal, but no one could accuse her of not trying. She grimaced as the corner of the crate jabbed her exposed shoulder, and shivered slightly in the cold night air.
‘Let’s see,’ she thought to herself, shifting her shoulders, ‘Just how today could have turned out so crummy?”
’Well, I do believe it started when I met the blind girl and her… primate companion. That started out well and good, but I’m not entirely sure if that monkey has its mind in a safe place. The girl seemed nice enough. Rather, she shouldn’t go talking about things she’s uncomfortable with, but I suppose she was kind. I’d rather like to steer clear of her, though.’
The cold was beginning to bite at Maxem’s face, so she began to rub her face as she continued on with her review of the day, 'And after her… I met the man with the accent and scars! Oh, goodness. What was his name? I can’t remember for the life of me. Anyway, moving on. He was very polite, a bit of a prince type…' Her face flushed a bit, she had finally met a nice man that she wouldn’t mind spending some extra time with. Those scars were still a concern, though, so she mentally put him into her ‘maybe’ pile.
‘OH! And then I was doused with punch.’ The stain on her shirt seemed to be glaring up at her from her chest, mocking her and sticking to her skin in the least comfortable way possible. ‘But at the very least, I got a guide out of it. Albeit a funny girl, but she seemed nice. She had an odd way about going about things, so I do hope she’s more sensible when she’s sober.
‘And now I, Marien, find myself behind a crate! This was certainly not the life I had hoped for! I really do hope that things turn up. That’s it! Tomorrow I will find the sign-up area, and I will get myself a tent! Tomorrow, I will not ruin any more clothes, I will not anger any more blind people, I will not loose anymore of her belongings, and I will not make a fool of myself!’
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 12:15 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 21, 2007 7:50 pm
Saving this information for when I am ready to be promoted.Quote: ~ Second Stage Promotion ~
Name: Marien “Maxem” Mulligen
Title: The Spark
Job and Talent: Pyrotechnic Extrordinaire~
Journal Link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=6571197&page=1
Mentor(s): Grete
Mentorship RP Link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=6727139
First Performance Link:
Respect: 181
2nd Stage Costume Description: Quote:
I like the cut of the top and the jacket on this one, though I'm not crazy about the sleeves and the tie.
I like the way the little girl's skirt in this one reflects the top, and the two layered skirt.
I like the style of the sleeves on this one.
This onehas that nice red piping, and I like the bow around her neck.
And for some reason, I like This one, even though it's got the huge poofy butt thing and it's nonsensically ornate.
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