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 Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 5:53 am
 With the slow and scratchy version of normal circus music, the grounds of the Cirque begin to set themselves up. The main tent in the middle, event tents down the lane, the housing carts off to the sides, all encased in an old fence, about to fall. A scare crow, and the ravens will show you the way, if you can't already find it by the large skull in the sky. As you come with all your courage, or perhaps out of just plain stupidity, to this new set of entertainment that has popped out of the dead corn fields here in the under world.
So for its first showing, down to the underworld you must go. Come now, the music is calling you.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 6:43 am
Character Review for the Cirque:
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This is not your profile! You still need to make one in the profile subforum!!}Characters:
NameSer {Almost like Sir}
Username Roseankitty
Username: Demon of the Stars
Characters name: Ilia Jezebel
Username razz aradoxismminant
Characters name:Marcois (say Marswah 3nodding )
Username:The lady on the moon
Characters name: Jayden Mareek
Username biggrin agon Goodfellow
character name: Dran-o Mc'Stab.
Username:Ice Angel262
Characters name: Lathyriel Adrian (pronounced with long A)
Username: Gold Marra
Characters name: Uwn
Username: Oni Kaosu
Characters name: Mr.Chickles
Username: Trumpetnerd34
Characters name: Oni a.k.a the neversame (pronounced Never-same)
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 2:57 pm
Ilia walked across the dusty grounds of the cirque, her spiked boots crunching into the ground, leaving tiny holes were the heel had struck. At her hip, her eloquently designed whip swished softly with her steps. A soft pattern of crunch, and pat as the Ringmaster walked across her grounds.
There was a wry smile on the womans face as she closed her gloved hands on the worn pull of the gates, and began to slowly open them. There was a soft screech when the doors opened and Ilias smile only grew, this was the life, and oh was there more fun to come.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 7:05 pm
Ser came out of freshly set up tents upon hearing her masters normal melody of her entrance. Giving a high pitched purr, she let her windowless eyes scan across the outside until she found the woman she was looking for. Tilting her head to the side a little, she fingered the spider around her neck as it crawled and hung like a necklace. Whispering to it she came out the rest of the way.
Her red curly hair hung in pig tails, highly set atop her head. They were so thick, and curly that it looked as if she had a large puff for hair on the back of her head. But yet the curls held fast together, as there was an odd sense of elegance to her look. Her face knew not the meaning of the words smile, as it rarely came across it, and when it did it goes as quickly as it comes.
Stepping upon all the dead leaves, and crunching over the dry harvest, she met up with the woman. “Master, are things to your likings?” Ser gave a little bow, folding herself slightly in the waist, her eyes not moving from the lady.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:23 am
(-giggle- In spanish, Ser = To Be. I think it's a kinda mysterious name ^^)
Ilia took in a deep breath, surveying the camp her white teeth glinting as she flashed another smile, this time directing it at her dear pet. "Very Much so my pet.. very much... " She said, rubbing her hands together in excitement. There were to be many guests, Their fortune teller had told her that much. Whether or not it was just to please her, she didn't care.
Guests meant accidents, accidents meant more guests coming to see for themselves. Oh the wonders they would hold, the uproar a cirque could cause! It was a magnificent fantasy, though a fantasy best kept in the midn of the ringmaster.
"Ser." Ilia drawled, looking back to the girl standing at her side. "Dearest me.. I can't remember, Have we gotten a tiger tamer yet? We simply must if we haven't already!" She exclaimed, suddenly frantic over the missing performer.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 5:24 am
Ser gave a slow nod of her head. "I do believe we have one. A male performer, if my memory is correct." She gave a look around, seeing how all the extras were helping with the set up. Her unentertained face loomed in different directions. Her lovely spiders were helping her watch over the group. Different spiders and their webs were set up all over the grounds. Being spider herself, she had a way of communication between them all. As well as figuring out how to watch things through the webs, she gave a small smirk as she was lost in her own success.
{BAH! This thing is retarded... it is sp unentertained, but then as it corrects it, it says it is misspelled, and tries to correct it to the same thing but then the red squiggles come back. XD}
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 10:20 am
From housing cart, Jayden Mareek stepped out. His lids sat heavy as he took his time in front of his home. "Everything looks as it should...disturbed or what not, " he ran his fingers thur his hair to get it out of his eyes before putting them in his pockets. It was his habit to walk with bad posture; hands in his pocket and slightly slouching, but it was only normal for him.
He walked steadily to the tigers of the circus. There menacing roars was heard across the area. There eyes red with rage as the glared at into Jayden's unfazed eyes. "You seem hungry friend.." Without a second thought he stuck his head into the cage of dangerous creatures to gave the tiger a pat. "I'll see you get your fill.." A warped smile was on his face as he turn and found his ring master surveying the cirque with her pet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:34 pm
As she gazed she sensed some movement around the tigers cages. With out turning her head, she spoke. "Master, he has awoke, and is over with the tigers." She turned her head to the taller woman. "Tall and lazy fellow that one." Her face had dropped her little smirk, and was back to it's normal straight face. Fingering her spider again, it gave a little wiggle. She tapped on it a couple of times as it laid still.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 12:41 pm
If you let me have my way.......
Lathyriel entered the cirque tent. Where she had been before was impossible to know. Everyone was waking up in the Cirque. Around her a faint glow shone and where her feet touched the ground it glowed very faintly for only a moment. This was just a hint to her power and benevolence. So far, she was the only one in the Cirque who dressed in white.
"What does our Ringleader wish for the illusions show?" Lathyriel asked Ser. "I was wondering if it should be something rather demonic because of our current location."
I swear I'll tear you apart........
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:47 pm
((It's not in my spellcheck dictionary either, but I'd say you've got it right Kitty.)
A pleased look crossed the ringmasters face, but no smile. "Good Good, ah, what would I do without you Ser?" Ilia asked Ser, before turning to the Illusionist Questioning her pet.
The Girls white apparel seemed to fit her quite well, a mysterious touch to an illusionist was never a bad thing, and would always bring more fun to a show. "An Illusion of Death. Death of one in the audience." Ilia spoke up, answering the question for Ser. Her tone was cold, and left no room for questioning. Something sparked in the Ringmasters red eyes, a glint that would draw bumps to the skin of any mortal that crossed her path.
" Ser, Would you mind checking on the tigers? You know they're my favourite. I don't want tame tigers at our show tonight. What do you think?" Ilia questioned, a second opinion was always a good thing, coming from Ser that is.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 1:51 pm
http://i1010.photobucket.com/albums/af222/Dagon_goodfellow/clown-1.jpg http://i1010.photobucket.com/albums/af222/Dagon_goodfellow/fire.jpg
{Captains edit: We do not use pictures as we post. If you want a small picture fine, but this was a major page stretch! Sorry!}
Drain-o awoke in his tent, with a massive hangover. "ugg..." he moaned, his low, gutteral voice resounding off of the walls of the tent, and making his head hurt worse. Okay.. don't speak. that hurts He thought, putting a gloved hand to his head. He looked around his tent. It was still foggy from his cigar. He hadn't been asleep for long. He rose, and looked in his dirty mirror, touching his hair spikes. One of the spikes was bent "damn." He grabbed one of the bottles, and held it between his palms. (one on the mouth, one on the base) and he pushed his hands together. When he pulled them apart, he had a red, pasty materal clinging to his fingers. He smoothed the substance onto his hair, reforming the spike. it hardened instantly, but was a bit cleaner looking than the others. He sighed, and grabbed a bit of dirt from a container on the table. He rubbed it on the pike until they all matched. "better i suppose." a sharp pain resounded in his head again. He had to quit talking so much. He walked out of his tent, into the hustle-and-buslte of the cirque. animals were sounding, adn people were talking. "today's gunna suck."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:01 pm
{Thankums dots ah wait, I like Izik's nick name. Dots-a-Lots hehe... although I think Onion has used that in the winter topic... hehe oh well}
Ser gave a small smile, in which almost wasn't there as it went away before it had a chance to fully curl the end of her lips. "Of course." She gave a bow, and then a nod to the illusionist. Singing a little song, her monotone voice rang across the grounds. She didn't know the words, so the echo's of her nah's were the only thing heard from her. As she sang, some spiders trailed across the ground following her, and coming up her legs, hiding in her large cloak she wore.
As she came upon the tigers, she stopped as she spotted the trainer. "Master wants them to be untamed if you can. But yet you must keep them under control if needed." Her fingers went back to the spider around her neck as she gave a little hum while petting her 'necklace'. Ida... Ida.... Such lovely Spider, Ida.....
*Ida {Eye-dah} is her favorite pet spider, given to her by someone she respects greatly, not sure who. This spider is like her life almost. -aka, don't mess with Ida or Ser will eat you {Litterally XD}-
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 2:44 pm
If you let me have my way.......
Lathyriel nodded to her Ringleader. An illusion of death was it? Although she was benevolent she was sure she could present a properly gruesome death illusion. Lathyriel wasn't sure how the inhabitants of the Under World would react to her. Would the light of her power draw away from the illusion?
She left the tent again to go...God knows where...and reflect and define tonight's illusion.
She would not let her Ringleader down.
((Bold makes it easier to read, right?))
I swear I'll tear you apart........
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 3:49 pm
Jayden watched as Ser made her way to him. He tucked his hand in his pockets, "Aye, ell to you too Ser." He said with a nod, "and to you Ida."
His tiger roared loudly as another person got close to them. Without much effort he snapped his left hand. Their roars lowered but they didn't lose the fearful expression they had. "You can tell Ringmaster Ilia that the tigers are at her standards." one corner of his mouth twitched up, "It would be quite the sight if they "accidentally" broke free.." He pulled his hand out of pocket to rub the back of his hand. ",or whatever Ilia wants, i don't care either way."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 4:10 pm
If you let me have my way.......
Lathyriel entered, she came from her tent rather than from outside which was the way she'd come.
"I'm confident about tonight's illusions." She announced, mostly to herself. She had heard the tamer mention the break out he planned for his animals. She walked over silently.
"If you like, I can glamour injury." She suggested. "That would be interesting for the audience." I swear I'll tear you apart........
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