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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:12 am
Charlot was roaming the circus grounds again. This hour found him wandering around the practice area. He was eager to see what other performers were around and what sorts of acts he had to look forward too. So far he'd met an Fortune Teller, a Fire Dancer, and a Fish.
He paused beside a large gathering of practice mats, glancing around curiously for anyone who might be using them. There were people here and there, and even up IN the air- but none he could reach.
Hands tucked in his pockets, he kept walking along casually- nodding and smiling to those he passed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:26 am
Here is Wing Ting, staring at her bubble wand. Here is Wing Ting, picking up her bubble wand. Here is Wing Ting dropping her bubble wand because she's not inspired enough to blow bubbles. Here is Wing Ting sighing.
The guilt was coming back.
"I hate my life," She muttered. "Except I really don't, but everyone seems to say that a lot, and I wanna know why, but I really don't. Eck." Wing Ting slumped down onto the mat. "I need happy pills or something..." Her voice trailed off as she watched Charlot walking down the row of mats. "Fuzzy face," Wing Ting said without thinking, and then she shook herself out.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:32 am
Not far off from Wing Ting was Lucrezia, frowning at breakfast: round two. It was the same bubbly liquid as before, but now it was purple. She knew she probably had to eat, but that was just disgusting smelling. She sighed and set it down, looking up at the grid of wires and cables above the practice mats.
There seemed to be a trapeze up there...
If she could just figure out how to get to it...
The man with muttonchops seemed to look like he knew what was going on.
"Hey! Do you know how to get up there?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:45 am
Charlot grinned toward Wing Ting, hearing her 'fuzzy face' comment before Lucrezia called out to him. He turned toward the voice, thankful the brim of his cap sheilded the sunlight out of his eyes. It was out in full force today.
He raised an eyebrow, glancing up to where he assumed she meant- the trapeze ropes. He followed the lines and cables, spotting a few ladders and ropes here and there dangling down. He stepped over some of the mats, walking over to her.
"Mmmm, well oi guess you'd use some of them fancy ropes 'ere-" He lifted a hand, pointing to the ones he'd spotted. "Oi'm not sure they're for gettin up there 'xactly, but it'sa start."
The ropes were a few feet off the ground. "Oi could boost y'up if you need it."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 9:49 am
Wing Ting gave a shy smile back. He was soooooo tall. Everyone was so tall. Wing Ting was about to go up to him and start talking, regardless of height, except that Lucrezia beat her to it. And now Lukie and Fuzzy face were talking. This was certainly an interesting development. Wing Ting cocked her head to one side, a slight frown on her face. "Mmmmmmm," Wing Ting said, consideringly. Then she snatched up her bubble wand and skipped over to the man, appearing some where near his thigh and Lucrezia's elbow.
Maybe if she stayed really still, they wouldn't notice her and she could eavesdrop.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 10:30 am
Lucrezia looked over at the ropes and nodded. "If you could get my to them, I can climb them up to the grid," she replied. She wondered what the ropes were made of. If they were smooth enough, she could practice some basic Silks with them. Or maybe there was a Silks cloth up on the grid but not rigged yet.
She moved to adjust the wraps on her arms and accidentally bumped... something. Looking down, she realized "something" had been Wing Ting's forehead.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Wing! You Ok?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:02 am
"Sure, not'a problem." Charlot replied. He noticed when Wing Ting stepped up beside them and glanced down to her.
... she was TINY?!
"Allo there," He smiled again at Wing Ting, spotting the bubble wand with a new bout of curiousity. What the devil was that for? Was she practicing blowing bubbles?
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:08 am
Aaaah! The pain! The agony! Agony! Agony pain! Painful agony! Wing Ting clutched her head with one hand, and waved to Fuzzy Face with the other. "I'm...okay, kind of." She muttered. She hooked her bubble wand around her arm and let it hang there. It was almost as tall as she was, that way. Wing Ting blinked a bit, clearing the tears from her eyes. "Or, I'll be okay in a few seconds."
It seemed that her plans to eavesdrop had been foiled.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 11:24 am
Lucrezia laughed and glanced down at Wing Ting. "You'll be fine," she giggled, and started to pace towards the ropes and ladders.
Yes, five feet off the ground was too high for her to even pull herself up to.
"A little help here?" she asked, pointing to the rope.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:01 pm
Charlot reached into his pocket, taking out a handkerchief and offering it out to Wing Ting before heading over to where Lucrezia was waiting.
"Certainly," He stepped up behind her, taking his hat off and tucking it into his back pocket. "D'you want to use me as a step stool or 'ave me lift you to the ladder?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:32 pm
Wing Ting accepted the handkerchief, though she didn't know what she was going to do with it, and scampered along behind Charlot to watch Lucrezia do...whatever it was she was going to do. Wing Ting assumed it was going to be pretty aerial silk tricks, but she hadn't seen any of her pretty aerial silk tricks, so Wing Ting couldn't judge.
What was that? A step stool? "What if she steps on your face?" Wing Ting asked Fuzzy Face, very quietly. Granted, Lucrezia looked lithe enough - and muscular enough, certainly - to be able to control her body, but if she slipped...
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:47 pm
"I wouldn't dare," Lucrezia assured them both, sizing up the gap between the floor and the grid.
Nodding to Charlot, she informed him, "I think I'm gonna need a lift."
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:09 pm
"I dun' think she'll step on me face... even if sh'does, it'll be okay. She doesn' look that 'eavy." He turned back to Luc, stepping up behind her.
"Alright, oi'll be liftin' y'from y'waist. Don't go an' freak out on me, okay?" He waited a few moments for that to sink in before placing his hands on Lucrezia's waist and hefting her up and over his head. "If y'need t', stand on me shoulders."
She was LIGHT. He could stand there supporting her for hours compared to some of the crates he'd moved the other day.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:16 pm
Wing Ting visibly winced as Fuzzy Face lifted Lukie up into the air. Gosh, Lukie was so brave. Wing Ting caught herself staring up at the other girl in awe. She was so poised, not screaming at all. Wing Ting would certainly be screaming. If she was up there, she'd be punching and screaming at Fuzzy Face to let her go, but Lukie was cool and collected... "Wow," Wing Ting breathed. She was amazing! And what about that Fuzzy Face? He was super strong!
Why was everyone at this Circus cooler than her? Wing Ting sighed as she watched Lucrezia. Aerial silks and uber-cool facial hair? What was a plain old short girl like Wing Ting to do!?
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 5:26 pm
"Thank you!" Lucrezia called down to him, pulling one of the rope ladders towards herself. Getting her hands a few rungs up, she stepped onto it and off of his shoulders.
Steadying her grip, she glanced down at Wing Ting and the man.
"Gee. I just climbed all over you and I don't know your name," she sighed, climbing higher up. The grid was much closer and more easily visable now, and she thought she could see a rather old length of Silk folded up on one of the cross platforms. Lucrezia climbed onto the bars and carefully made her way over to it.
Yes, it seemed to be in suitable condition, and all the rigging was there. She clipped the carabiners to the grid and fed the fabric through. Once it was secured, she slid back down to the practice mats on it.
"Now I can get back up. So, to who do I owe many thanks?"
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