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 Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:12 am
Hadrian was very, very bored. He had been successful in avoiding Wing Ting, but that meant he couldn't go to the trailer.
Meaning he couldn't see anyone else.
He simply leaned back against a tree, hands shoved in his pockets, staring off into nothingness.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:06 pm
His second day at Cirque turned out to be a wonderfully warm and sunny one. He's parted ways with Ankita that morning, claiming the chaise lounge for his sleeping space later. She's laughed at him at the time, but he was sure she wouldn't mind when he showed up later that night to stay again.
Charlot was wandering around again, taking a smoke break after the moving work he'd done this morning. It wasn't that bad, as he'd found. They were in the middle of the week- most of the hard work was done at the beginning and end of a stay at any one place. Apparently he and the others were getting off easy.
On the flip side of that, he made it a personal mission to hone his talent with his whip and start working more with the blades Phillipe was remaking for him. It wouldn't do for him to get a spot in the show and not know what the hell he was doing with himself.
He tugged a cigarette free from it's pack tucking it betwen his lips as he searched for a lighter. For some reason, it wasn't where he'd left it. He wondered if Sarava had stolen it. He paused, checking his back pockets before giving up.
"Damn, 'ere oi am wantin' a smoke and not a damn light." Green eyes glancing around, spotting Hardian sitting beside the tree. Maybe that fellow had one. He stepped over toward him, cigarette still in his mouth.
"Oi, y'got a light mate?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:17 pm
Hadrian was damn near ready to tear this disembodied voice's head off. He looked up, prepared to tell someone off an--well, hellooo there...
It took a moment for his brain to register that he had, in fact, been asked for something.
"Nnh. Yeah," he nodded and stood, fishing a lighter out of his pocket and holding it out. Something in his chest twisted. He decided to ignore it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:54 pm
Charlot flashed him a smile, accepting the lighter. "Ah, thanks-" He studied it for a moment, figuring out how to use it before lighting the tip of his cig. He offered it back with a nod.
"M'name is Charlot M'Queen. You with th'circus too?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 2:59 pm
Hadrian accepted the lighter and replaced it. He felt his face grow hot as he spoke.
"Yeah," he nodded, not quite realizing that he should probably introduce himself also, "Nice to meet you."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:06 pm
"Mm, pleasha's all mine." He took a step to the right, coming so he stood beside Hadrian instead of somewhat infront of him. Charlot quietly smoked for a few minutes, before turning to glance at his companion again. He obviously wasn't going to offer his name...
"Y'get much work done under that fancy tree of yers?" He smirked, flicking ashes aside and watching them float to the ground. "Perhaps y'on break like me, eh? Not a lot of work t'be done 'round 'ere. I figure I'should start practicing."
He inclined his head toward him, wondering if Hadrian would offer a name or perhaps a bit of a chat... or if he was just SHY or somethin'. smile
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:14 pm
Hadrian found himself watching Charlot intently, which he found, in all honesty, rather creepy. When the man looked back, however, his eyes stealthily flickered away, then back.
"Yeah. Break," he nodded, "I can't really prac--" The words caught in his throat and he swallowed hard.
"..tice." It hit him then what Charlot was looking for.
"The name's Hadrian, by the by."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:25 pm
"Ah, 'Adrian-" He nodded, offering his free hand out to him. His father always used to say, 'you can measure a man, by the shake of his hand'. It just got habit to do so after being boxed in the ears for forgetting so many times.
"So, if y'cant practice.. what the 'ell you do?" He couldn't imagine what sort of act you could do with no practice time. Maybe he was in the side show.
Charlot tilted his head, looking Hadrian over. Was he missing some weird tail or something? Only thing he could see right off was the skin and eyes. Not much, but a start.
"Oi mean no offense, I'm jus a wee bit curious."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 3:41 pm
Hadrian lived by nearly the same philosophy as Charlot's father, although his was more along the lines of 'perfect your handshake or everyone'll think you're a twink'. And he had.
He shook Charlot's hand and cleared his throat.
"I hold my breath," he attempted to explain and shrugged, "Twenty minutes. Give me some prosthetics and you've got yourself a damn convincing fish-boy."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:00 pm
"Fish-boy?" Charlot's eyebrows rose. "Twenty minutes is a'damn long time. Oi've seen a mermaid before, last circus I was at. It wasn't very impressive.. more like a fish tail sewn onto a couple other animals t'make it look odd."
He reached into his pocket, offering the pack to Hardian. He'd had a lighter, he could only assume he smoked. "Care for a'smoke?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:19 pm
"Yeah, well. An albino with lungs the size of infants isn't exactly all that impressive either." Hadrain huffed and eyed the pack for a moment.
Well, no. It would be a rather bad thing to break his habit of a pack a year. No matter how strong the lungs, tar kicked the s**t out of them.
But he couldn't help himself.
"Thanks," he nodded and took a cigarette, sticking it between his lips and offering the pack back to Charlot. With his other hand, he reached for the lighter, lit up, and took an absurdly long drag.
After an oddly long period, he exhaled.
"What do you do, exactly?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:27 pm
Admirable drag, that. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if he'd enhaled the smoke in it's entirety before turning back to discard the ashes that had gathered at the tip of his own cigarette.
"Oh well, right now I move a bit o'boxes 'ere and there. Oi been 'elpin at th'forge and doin' a bit o'duties with some of th'performers that need me brute strengf." He shrugged. "In th'future oi 'ope to 'ave a show doin' whips and knife throwin'." He set the cigarette in his mouth, gripping it with his teeth as he flicked out to long knives and juggled them a little. He wasn't as good as he could be- one of his practice points for sure. He tucked them away again.
"Needs practice, yeah?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:30 pm
Hadrian watched with absolute fascination. Huh...not only were the juggled objects shiny and pointy...they weren't removing any digits!
He arched a brow and stayed silent for a moment.
"Pretty impressive if you ask me, but I'm no expert."
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:49 pm
"Thanks, nothin' like a bit o'ego boost." He smiled again, looking back at Hadrian. "Oi still need t'start working with more blades, juggling two might look impressive.. but it's real easy."
He glanced toward the tree, then back at Hadrian. "Mind if'oi 'ave a seat under your fancy tree for a bit?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 4:51 pm
"For you," Hadrian snorted and smiled slightly. He than made a rather exuberant sweeping movement with his arm and bowed slightly.
"Not at all. Please, sit down." He laughed a bit at himself.
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