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 Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 7:14 pm
It certainly had been a long day. Now, not only had Maxem had a hell of a time trying to find a registration trailer, but she was also nearly attacked by an aye-aye, and had suddenly and frantically remembered that she had brought a bad of clothes and supplies with her, and that it was now lost somewhere within the maze of a circus. She couldn’t even remember when she had set it down, let alone where.
She was getting closer and closer to tears with each passing moment, but managed to restrain herself. The last thing she would do was cry. Crying meant that she would make the most horrid and scrunched-up face, and she rather hoped to look her best, even if she wasn’t acting her best.
By this time, though, restraining herself from either crying or shouting a frantic string on profanity was just about all she could manage, and slumped against a nearby trailer (Which she first checked was not the one she was indeed looking for, of course). Her knees pulled themselves up to her chest, and her arms rested on top of them. On top of her arms rested her head, as she took a few moments to slowly and carefully, albeit loudly, count out as many numbers as it required until she had calmed herself down.
She was currently at thirty-seven, and her method seemed to be getting her nowhere.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:20 pm
Phillipe had a spot of free time and so he used it, as he frequently did, to entertain himself in the most whimsical fashion possible. It never did matter to him much what he did as long as he chose to do it himself. There was something wonderful about the power of free will that made his chest feel light.
Tonight he was taking a stroll throughout the Cirque tents and trailers, getting to know them by sight and enjoying the air and light while he was at it. Coming around the corner of trailer number 4, painted an old china blue color, he spotted yet another Cirque member, crouched by it. He started to pass the fluffy haired thing by but something about the stoop of their shoulders made him stop and step closer.
"Ah...Ahlo? Pardon, are you well?" His voice was thick with a heavy french-like accent. He stepped a bit closer and then noticed it was a woman. He crouched closer still, concern in his voice, "Mamzel, are you ill?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 8:47 pm
Maxem jumped with a start. Goodness, people were a dime a dozen here. She looked to her addresser, before letting out a startled little gasp and going a bit red.
You see, without understanding the strange and unique language of a fan girl, it would be very hard to try to understand just what was going on in Maxem’s head. I won’t even begin to go into details, but a shortened and condensed version went something along the lines of:
‘Oh, Lordy! A man with that many scars certainly must know what he is talking about!’
This, of course, must be taken in the most gutter-brained state of mind that there is—With that, you’ve arrived at the gist of what Maxem’s mind had equated.
The short pause in which her mind had come to this conclusion had been a long enough time for an awkward silence to develop. She then sought to remedy that problem.
“Oh- Oh. Yes. Uhm.. I’m fine, really. Just a bit lost, and I seem to have misplaced my bag and upset a very strange little animal. I’m sure I’ll be fine in…”
She thought about it… Adding all the cons up, it would probably take a nice, warm cup of tea, a bubble bath, and a good hour or so of cuddling to bring her back to one-hundred percent, and while one was at a circus, that just wasn’t going to happen.
“In a few minutes.” She lied, letting out a sigh that just barely managed to squeeze itself out before she could stop herself. Damn her outgoing nature and habit of reacting without thinking! It was giving him the image of a scatterbrained and hopeless shut-in, which was exactly the image she didn't want getting around.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:33 pm
Phillipe seemed unphased by her reaction as it was a common one. What was truly surprising was the more common lack of reaction to it here at the Cirque. It was rather refreshing. He smiled slightly when she finally started speaking, looking a bit baffled at her tangled words.
"Shhh, shh, Mamzel, iz alrig't. You lost?" He stood up, stretching his legs and then offered his hand to help her up. Godstruth he hadn't seen a woman so mentally and physically scattered in quite some time. "Been lost is betta t'an been sick, non? Com, we kin find you' bag...an you' way."
Women in distress always did press every noble button in his make-up. "Ah, pardon, mah name is Phillipe LaBauve...we are both fres' 'ere, non?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 9:51 pm
‘I have no idea what he just said. But it sounded nice, so I’m going to go along with the flow. Yes, that is what I will do.’
Hesitantly, she registered as much information as she could. His hand was out to her, and he had offered a name. That’s a start. Her own hand wavered before finding a dainty and well planned nest in his, and she pulled herself off, trying to discreetly dust her bum off with the unoccupied hand.
“Uhm…Oh, golly.” A nervous laugh managed to escape on the heels of the earlier sigh—she just wasn’t doing well in controlling her emotions today! “Well, I must come across as completely batty! I don’t normally drivel this much, mind you. OH! Oh, goodness, I am a loon; I completely forgot. My name is Marien, and I am pleased to meet you, Phillipe.”
By this point she was blushing furiously with embarrassment. This was the second bad impression she had made, and her circus career hadn’t even officially started.
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:39 pm
He took her hand carefully, his palm dry and far cooler than a man's should be, and helped her to her feet with a polite nod of his head. Despite her frazzled behavior she still managed to be charming and he couldn't help but smile. "Mamzel Marien, it is a pleashu to meet you...and you are fine az you are, do no' worree so."
Phillipe waited until she had steadied herself before he released her hand. "Now...You said you lost ya baggage? Hmmm, Do you remem'ba what color ta trailer was?"
It was nice to be helping out a fellow new comer. After so long of being without any sort of companionship it was pleasant to form new bonds and start a life of his own once again....
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Posted: Tue Nov 21, 2006 10:53 pm
‘Goodness Gracious Great Balls of Fire! That was far too suave to not cause a lady to flush a little!’
The fidgeting session began; her shoulder scrunched up and she wringed her skirts bewilderedly, trying to figure out just where her bag may have ended up.
“Well, I certainly didn’t have it when I passed the food stands, but I’m sure I had it when I passed the big top." She paused, thinking of just how dangerous her bag could be should a stray ash from a cook top should get to it.
“And it’s rather delicate, and prone to exploding, so it’s fairly urgent that I find it as soon as possible.” The bag was the source of most of her explosives at the time, and a good deal of amenities she felt she may need on her trip. Granted, with the feminine nature of these items, she felt it wise to keep her mouth shut about them and simply stress how dangerous the other contents were.
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 10:29 pm
He smiled and nodded, listening to her words calmly until the word 'explode' came into the equation. Phillipe looked at her skeptically and then with growing concern. At first he thought it might have been simply a woman's attachment to her belongings but now?
"You ah serious, non?"
A long fingered hand stroked over his chin and he glanced around quickly before turning back to her. "We best hurry t'en, Mamzel Marien, I do not t'ink t'ey'll be takin kindly to t'ings explo'din round 'ere..." Reaching out her took her hand and hustled her quickly between the trailers heading for the Big Top. Best start at the 'top' and work their way out.
"T'is bag, Marien...w'at does it look like?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 24, 2006 7:44 pm
(Sorry this is so crappy.... I'm really sick and I can't think right now.)
Maxem flashed an awkward smile, trying to think of just how to phrase what she was going to say.
“Well… Yes, yes I am. It tends to explode, as it has a hefty amount of TNT in it. Part of the profession, you know.”
And within finally finishing her sentence, she was being whisked away towards the big top. Forward kind of guy, this one, to be going and dragging a lady about like no body’s business. She finally recognized their location: the big top. It had to be somewhere around her-- Surely.
“Well, it’s rather large, and has a good amount of pockets. I’d say a tawny colour in canvas material, if I had to get specific.”
Of course, she did need to get specific, because the situation was somewhat dangerous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:16 am
Phillipe had no idea what 'TNT' was but he assumed it was bad since it's what was given to explode.
Once they were closer to the Big Top he slowed, dropping Maxem's hand and coming to a stop. Taking a deep breath he turned to her and smiled apologetically. "Mamzel's al'ight? So...tell me about yourah mo'ning....w'at did ya do first?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:40 pm
‘My mo’ning? …My moaning? He wants to know about my--- …. Oh goodness, a forward one! Wait… “W’at did ya do first?” MY GOD! What is he-- … Wait… Mo’ning. Morrrrning? Could it be? Most likely, going by the context.'
She paused, trying to translate from his accent to her gutter brain and back into plain English. By the time that the meaning of the question got the Maxem’s mind, she was far into her own little world.
“Oh~!”
Right, snapping back. What did she do this morning?
“Well… I came around and peeked into the doorway before… I do think I went towards the souvenir shops at that point.”
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 1:13 pm
Phillipe waited patiently as she paused, clearly mulling something over that he wasn't privy to. In the waiting he crossed his arms and watched her with his head cocked to one side, contemplating what star her brain had flown to while her body was running around down here....
He was just about to catch her attention again when she spoke. Stifling a chuckle he nodded and held out his hand for hers, "We best 'urry t'en, wii?"
It took him a moment to make heads or tails of where they were but in a moment he was guiding them both briskly towards the proper area for souvenirs. "Hmmm...par'apse t'ey made ya laeve it ou'side?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 1:21 pm
“Maybe; it was quite a flurry of confusion by this point.”
Her eyes scanned through the booths and people mulling around, keeping to the ground and weaving along.
“You don’t suppose they might have a lost and found, do you? Maybe someone has found it and turned it in. I sure hope so.”
Her hands wringed her skirts nervously; she was stressed and beginning to get concerned about whether or not she could find her bag before something horrible happened. Having someone help out was always a plus, but surely she could have enjoyed Phillipe’s company far better under less sever circumstances.
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