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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 12:37 am
 Being afraid of large crowds was...wrong. Specially for a boy who lived in a carnival. Still, Silk could not help how he felt when there was a crush of people surrounding him. If he ever left the carnival, so as to get away from the crowd, Silk knew that the silence and loss of lights would have been far too depressing. This was where he belonged in his heart of hearts.
So Silk found a way to both live in the carnival and still manage to keep from having a stress related breakdown. When he danced, people parted. They gave him room, and he found it so much easier to breath. He could immerse himself in the lights and the music of the carnival. He could feel the swell of good emotions and for just a little while he was both a part of the feeling but separate. Of course, once his dance was over, he had to flee. Silk knew the people that came forwards just wanted to tell him what a good job he had done..but all those voices and hands and faces coming at him was just too much! How wrong was it to both love the chaotic noise and long for silence? Silk prayed to his god daily for the strength to get through the day, so he did not ruin the atmosphere of the carnival with his own weakness. So far the prayers seemed to be working. He hadn't messed up a dance or anything yet.
Today Silk was hovering on the edge of the midway. He was hungry, very hungry. He wanted to go and buy something to eat, but there were far too many people crowded around the vendors. Silk pressed his hands to his face and felt the soft silken fabric of his dancing ribbons against his lips. That was a bit of a calming feeling, but it did nothing to stop the flip flops in his stomach. Which only made the grumbly rumbly growl of hunger all the more worse.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 9:49 am
Mimare had lost track of his love-hate mate upon one of their 'run-before-I-kill-you' quarrels. A cackle espaced Mimare's lips and he composed himself to walk at a normal pace. Once again he had managed to flee "Sparkles" wrath and still on that high of the chase. He had found himself somewhere in the carnival where food decorated each side of the walkway, the smell all too intoxicating to a starved Pockettu. "Huh... looks good. Maybe I should get something."
His darkened eyes glowed a bright yellow in the center as he scanned the various types of food. A lot of it was sweets and drinks but there was a good portion of vendors that could make food good enough to be dubbed a meal. As he walked further down the path he saw some ribbon laced Pockettu standing there. Just standing there. For a moment he thought it odd but paid no further mind to it and approached a stand that officially caught his interest.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 2:21 am
He probably could have stood there all day. Staring, frozen and afraid to press into the crowd that walked the midway. Afraid to become lost in that crowd. Silk could not let that happen though. He closed his eyes, and his lips moved against the soft material of his ribbons in a silent prayer to Venezia. Give me strength. That was all he asked. That was all he needed. Just the strength to face this horrible unreasonable fear and press on past it. When Silk's eyes opened again he caught the sight of what he assumed was one of the carnival clowns. Almost instantly the pressure in his chest lifted. When he was in the presence of other carnival folk, he did not feel so insignificant or easy to lose. Clearly his prayer had been answered. With his lips forming a smile, Silk quickly scampered over to lurk behind Mimare in line. He kept his hands up of course, covering his lower face with his ribbons so his relieved smile was hidden. Once he was behind Mimare, he leaned in and asked. "What are you getting?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 7:22 am
Mimare tensed up and almost socked Silk in the face. A hiss escaped his lips when he managed to stop his fist inches from the other's face as he turned around. "Do not sneak up on people like that!" He crossed his arms and glares at the other for a moment before letting a creepy smile return to his face and mimicked the other's voice perfectly, "What are you getting?" Over the years Mimare had learn the art of mimicry and had grown quite adept in it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 7:17 pm
There was a fist in front of his face. Silk's eyes crossed at the nose as he looked on with such shock at the curled knuckles of Mimar's fist. He had not been expecting such a violent response! Maybe he had scared him? Clearly he had if the other felt the need to warn him. "I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak." He apologized quickly. Silk's eyes refocused on Mimar's scowling face with a hint of shame. He wondered about the very unsettling manner Mimar smiled at him, but tried to return it. "Oh!" He exclaimed in surprise to hear his own voice spoken back to him. How interesting! He was a mimic! Silk's attempt to smile came much easier as he replied. "I was thinking of asking for a deep fried hot dog. Have you ever had one before?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 5:56 am
"I didn't mean to sneak." Mimare repeated and rolled his eyes. He thought for a moment if he had ever tried one before and slowly shook his head no. "Nope, never have. It doesn't sound all that great." In fact, to Mimare, it sounded quiet awful. He'd rather eat boat loads of candy instead of something deep fried. "How can you eat such a thing?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 9:56 pm
To be completely honest, Silk found Mimar's mimicry to be absolutely wonderful. It was such a keen trick! He wondered if he could only copy words he hear. Could he retain the memory and use them later? That would be a sneaky trick there! The growing pile of questions stammered to a halt in Silk's head before he even got far enough along to ask them of Mimar. "Oh?" He said again with a small hint of surprise. he had assumed anyone who lived at the carnival had tried all sorts of deep fried things. Of course, hearing him say no was a fifty/fifty chance. If he had expected him to say yes what was the point in asking a question you thought you knew the answer to.
When Mimar would ask him how he could eat such a thing, Silk's blue eyes brightened and his smile grew a bit larger as he replied. "Well one bite at a time of course. How else would you eat something? Through your nose?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 7:58 am
Mimare wasn't from the carnival and had no intentions of joining Venezia's whims. It was true he would most likely fit right in but it was hard for him to be tied down to one place. A small huff of agitation left Mimare's lips. "That's not what I meant. I meant the taste. How can you tolerate the taste enough to eat it? It sounds disgusting. I know how one eats, thank you very much." Mimare wondered in this Pockettu had half a brain or was as naive as he looked.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 10:15 pm
Silk found Mimar's annoyance rather amusing. It was not rare that someone would not find his attempt at a joke less then funny. But it was more rare when they did not call him on it. "Well the batter is sort of sweet and, if you buy it from the right vendor, the outside it crisp while the inside is light and fluffy. Some of the guys around here think that if you deep fry something it's supposed to drip with oil. That is disgusting. But if it's only dipped in for a few seconds it's kinda nice." he answered the other. "I can warn you which vendors to stay away from. I eat her so often I've learned which ones actually clean their cooking stuff right and which ones have bugs." Silk wrinkled his nose up a bit as he considered which vendors were such a health hazard.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:12 am
Mimare sighed. "I'll just settle on something sweet. You can't mess up candy too much." His dark, seemingly glowing eyes, glared Silk down. It was true this Pockettu was trying to help him but Mimare had no mind to sit around and amuse the other more than he already had. He huffed a bit in silence and headed down towards a vendor who sold cotton candy and other sweet treats. "Hm..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 11:58 am
"Something sweet can be good." Silk immediately found himself responding to Mimare's decision. Despite the fact they were already in a line, Silk did not hesitate to leave, so he could continue tailing Mimare to the next vendor. With his attention focused on this other pockettu, it was so much easier for him not to notice all the strangers around them. Silk glanced up towards the vendor with cotton candy, and with a small hop of his toes leaned forwards a little. "Oh...not him....he uses the old stuff he hasn't sold yet even if it's expired." He quickly shared. "And I've seen him digging around in the dumpsters for stuff the others throw away. You'll get sick if you buy from that one."
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 1:01 pm
Mimare clenched his teeth a bit. "Hey, look. Thanks for the health report but I don't need your advice nor did I ask for it. Besides if you work here, judging by your outfit, I think you do, it would be unwise to stop a sale." He was quickly growing tired of looking at food and the smell was no longer appealing. "Besides, I'm already sick, sick to my stomach." He grinned a bit and soon wandered down the pathway, cackling. Mimare was not one to make many friends - his attitude clearly showed why.
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2012 6:17 pm
Was he being scolded? Silk's blue eyes widened a little bit as he felt warth filling his cheeks. "W-well yeah..." He stammered, feeling a twist of regret in his stomach. "I mean..I -know- we aren't supposed to stop people from buying things and all. But I can't help it in some cases. I don't want to see someone's experience ruined at the carnival because they bought something too old or filled with bacteria." He tried to explain. The comment of being sick to his stomach caused a flicker of concern over Silk's face. The laughter that followed was...so confusing! If he was sick then why was he laughing? Silk lifted a hand to rub at his hair as he struggled over the question. "W-wait!" He called out as he realized his pausing had caused a few strangers to step between him and Mimare. Hopping like a flightless bird, he darted around them to catch back up. Clearly Mimare's attempt to brush off Silk had in turn been brushed off. Though mostly due to being a tiny bit dense. "If your sick I got some stomach stuff at my camper. I can go get it for you? And some crackers?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2012 7:53 am
Mimare grimaced and tried his hardest to maintain that bubbling rage he felt inside. "It's a figure of speech. I'm not actually sick. But being around you makes me feel so." He knew his words would pierce and string and that was the point. He was sure that if Silk wasn't so imposing in nature he would get along better with him. The other meant well, yes, but Mimare didn't want someone meddling in his life. He seemed to silently grumble for awhile as if in a mental debate with himself. "Look... don't you have a job to be doing?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:35 pm
"Actually they are animal crackers. I like the vanilla taste better then the plain boring crackers. I like to nibble the heads off some and the bodies off others and see if I can stick----huh?" Silk had continued his little rambling just for a few moments, but Mimar's words cut rather effortlessly through his silly train of thought. His cheeks flushed a pale pink and the feathers in his hair would almost seem to droop.
"Oh...I..." What was he supposed to say to that? Sorry? he couldn't be sorry for who he was...or maybe that wasn't the point. He hadn't meant to make the other feel ill. Silk's eyes moved through the crowd when his job was mentioned and he found himself nervously twisting up the fluttering edges of his ribbons into his palms. "I...I just..dance...Usually at the end of the day...when people leave. So many people..." His pink flush gradually drained from his cheeks as he imagined the mass of pockettu wandering all in one direction. Like this tidal wave of feet and bodies...
"I dance then...so they stay away from me....I mean...so they have something entertaining to watch on their way out. It...it's really not late enough for me to do that though.. I guess I could...just go and do something anyways. What...what about you? Am I keeping you from doing your job?"
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