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 Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:06 pm
It was too early for this. Charlot sat outside, squinting at the early morning sunlight as it filtered down through the scattered clouds. The storm from the previous night had dissapeared into a smattering of off-white clouds and blue sky.
He grunted as he lit a cigarette, letting the nicotine work on waking him up a little more before he decided to venture away from the crate he'd found to use as a chair.
His whips sat coiled beside him, along with the pair of knives Phillipe had remade for him. He had to get practicing on his skills today... after he was more awake.
The circus was up to it's usual buzz of activity and from where he sat he could see some of the other new guys busy practicing already or helping to move stuff.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:25 pm
She was on the move again already. Her adventures of finding lodging for the night had not proved as successful as she would have hoped, and the bag finding process was still up in the air. All in all, Maxem had spent a day and a night at the cirque and made no process what so ever.
She had made a mental list for the day. She would not ruin any more clothes, she would not anger any more blind people, she would not loose anymore of her belongings, and she would not make a fool of herself any more than she had to.
The original idea was to not make a fool of herself at all, but it’s rather hard to look professional with a large punch stain on the front of your corset.
And it was that particular punch stain that she was cursing as she walked her way through a group of movers, trying to ignore their sniggers and comments at her fashion choice. This was, of course, getting harder and harder to bear. Once one had made a comment about her hair matching her stain, she was gone.
“Well, Pardon me, you colour-blind bat! But at least I have a top on! Some people still have the decency to wear clothing when in public, you know!”
She was just getting started; the real retaliation would be far more abusive and thoughtless.
“Oh, and you must really be some kind of a big shot! Walking around half-nude while you work at a circus! A circus for heaven’s sake! How do you expect to support a woman on that kind of a salary?”
Was there even time for him to defend himself before she started again? Hardly. Once she was going, she was gone, and Maxem had no intentions of letting up. She had just spent the night sleeping beside a crate, and she had a bit of a hangover from the rum from the night before. There was no way she was going to go easy.
“Ah, but excuse me! I didn’t even stop to think that you might not have a girl at all! And judging by your exhibitionist nature, I’d wager you haven’t got anyone at home! “
She waggled her fist at him in a show of her anger. Not that she intended to actually fight. Well… Rather, it should be said that she didn’t intend for him to defend himself—she certainly wouldn’t have minded getting a knock or two in.
“Now before you go on about other people’s lives stop and take a moment to think about how god-awful your own is!”
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 9:31 pm
Well, that was a dreadful sound.
Charlot looked up, head tilting to the side curiously as he looked around for the source of female growling. Someone was cranky. A grin spread across his face as he spotted Maxem.
"Ah, leave it'ta a red 'ead." He murmured, flicking his cigarette aside and snuffing it out as he stood. Might as well save the poor fool who'd caught her rage.
"Scuse me... oi think 'e got th'point." Charlot stepped up beside her, eyebrow raised slightly as he flashed her a smile. "Give 'im a second to catch iz breath, hmm?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 8:23 pm
“Oh! Oh...” She blushed a bright red, realizing that she had made quite the spectacle with her actions and might have caused even more damage to her reputation.
So much for not making a fool of herself.
Could she salvage this without looking like a rabid Amazon? She didn’t think so.
It took a curt apology to the grunt work before Maxem shifted her attention to the man that had stopped her from a raging speech that could put every nanny in England to shame. Wait… Why was she even ranti—It was then that she realized that she did indeed still have a huge pink stain on her top, and that she probably looked like a crazed slob to this fine fellow who helped her out.
She moved her hands to her mouth, trying to look shy while using her arms to cover the stain. If she was good enough, she could make a good impression, make the intro short, and go find something new to wear. If she wasn’t convincing, she was screwed.
“Well… Thank you for that.”
She looked up at the strange man with the accent, wondering just how it was that simple for him to pacify her. Sure, he was attractive, but she had come across Phillipe, and he only made her more spastic. What was it about this stranger that calmed her down?
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 3:07 pm
Charlot regarded Maxem with an amused little smile. She was all freckles and blushes, too cute.
Green eyes flicked down to the stain across her shirt before scanning back up to her face. Interesting. He wondered what had happened to her. Not many people wandered around with red stains across thier shirts... he wondered if it were alcohol or blood. She didn't look like a brawler to him at first glance, then again- she was a red head. Red heads could fight like cats.
Clearing his throat, Charlot offered his hand out to her. "Charlot M'Queen- pleasha's all mine.. Miz-?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 6:43 pm
Her hand reached out to his, offering it to shake, or kiss, or whatever it was that he would do with it- It didn’t matter. Her main goal was still to hide her stain, but with occasional glances to his eyes, she was well aware that he had already noted.
“Marien, Marien Mulligen, actually.” Maxem’s eyes flicked up once again to see if he was staring at the stain, before darting back to the ground, hoping he hadn’t noticed her watching him. This was awkward, far too awkward to just blame on the stain. Darn her and her attraction to men, it would be her downfall at this cirque. “And I’m rather pleased to meet you as well…”
She coughed awkwardly, dodging his case by staring at a nearby patch of grass, and shuffled her feet; she was waiting for something to happen to break the silence she had created with her bashfulness.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:20 pm
"Well, 'ello Marien-"
He gave her hand a light shake, smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Don't worry," He confided to her in a whisper. "Oi won't bite'chu- less y'ask me to."
Charlot released her hand, eyebrow raised. "Y'part of th'new batch of performers? Or you been 'ere a bit?" He gestured around them. "Oi 'aven't seen you around."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 7:53 pm
Her face turned a shade red rivaled only by turnips.
“Oh, sir~ please do! A lady like myself has never minded a little nibblin’ here and there!”
And the adult content leaked out. It wasn’t that she particularly wanted to act like a horn dog, but times like these… playing along was always a lot more fun than continuing with the shy motions, and quite frankly, Maxem is a girl who enjoys her fun.
With a stretch of her shoulders, Maxem ditched covering her stain—she could explain it should he question, and with making perverse comments, she hoped the ice had been broken enough to ask questions.
“Mmmm… Yea, I’m a newcomer… I can’t even begin to tell you my troubles thus far. Still trying to find where to officially sign up, actually.”
She scratched at her hair, letting out a bit of a chuckle at how insane she must sound.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:30 pm
Did he mention he loved red-heads?
The sheer fact she played along (oh god, if she wasn't teasin' him...) was enough to bring a genuine wide grin to his face- flashing teeth, even. Here and there I bet, he thought to himself.
"Y'aven't signed up yet?" His eyebrows rose. "Tch, Oi could point out th'way if y'like." He took a step forward, then turned to point back into the camp. "Th'large tent, usually 'round night time th'boss 'angs around there. 'E's got paperwork. But-" Charlot paused, glancing at her as he gestured.
"If y'already met 'im, you're prob'ly wantin' to see Miz Sca'lett. 'Er trailor is red an'gold, an over there." He pointed toward the general direction. "She signs y'up f'most of th'shite around 'ere."
He reached out, pressing a finger onto the red mark on her shirt. "Already scrappin' w' people, mm?" He teased with a wink.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:48 pm
“Nah, I’ve been lost. But that there did help me greatly. I haven’t met any of the upper ups, yet. Just Grete.” She rolled on the balls of her heels, and back down, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. Scarlett-- That name was familiar; one that Grete had told her. She would need to check that out. …. Later. She was having too much fun right now.
“Yessiree bob! I’ve been in more tussles with brutes than you’d imagine! Gave quite a licking last night, if I do say so myself!” She playfully flaunted her little muscles, giving a pose reminiscent of the old ‘We can do it’ pro-feminism posters of the old days.
‘That’s a girl, Marien. Ignore the fact that he just went and… touched you… right there. Just… Move on, move on! OH! Oh! Try pushing your luck, old girl!’
“Oh… Well! I forgot to mention, really. I’ve got a bit of a nickname, so you can use that if it’s easier to remember. Maxem. Please, please don’t ask how that came about, because quite frankly, I’m not so sure myself!”
She smiled, trying to think of what to say before having to end the conversation and going on her hunt of the higher ups.
“Oh… This might sound a bit off… But if you have seen any stray bags around, I’d be much obliged if you’d tell me. I’m in a bit of a pickle what with needing to sign up and a large punch stain on my bosom, so I’m hoping to change as soon as possible.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:03 pm
Woo, she was full of energy. Seemed like she was always moving. Charlot kept his gaze on her, curious to see what she'd do or say next.
"Maxem, eh? That's a cute name," He smirked. "Suits you, it does."
At the stray bags comment he paused, thinking that over. "Y'lost y'bags 'ave you?" That wouldn't do. Couldn't go seein the boss with a mussed up ...bosum. "If y'need a shirt, oi c'lend y'one til y'find yer bags." He offered with a shrug. "Or oi c'elp y'find them..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 9:13 pm
‘OhmigawdIcanwearhisshirtdon’tmessthisuphurryandacceptyounumbskullwhyaren’tyoureactingyet?!’
Her tiny face lit up, nodding in acceptance. “Could I borrow one of yours? Just until I find my own bag, of course. I think the punch is still a bit…….. Sticky. And it’s a might bit uncomfortable, so I think I’d rather get out of it.”
She had tried not to sound giddy, really, she had, but with such a charming young lad offering clothing, what kind of a girl could refuse? OH! Oh, goodness, maybe she should be making a bit of a playful comment right now.
“That is, unless you don’t want me taking your clothes from you just yet. That generally comes after dinner, drinks, and a good smoke or two! I think we may be doing this a bit out of order!”
She was joking, and hoped that the facetious tones in her voice had stuck out enough.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 9:13 am
Charlot laughed, shaking his head. "Ah.. well, Oi've neveh been one t'give up on a chance at dinner, drinks, and a smoke- so jus this once we c'n skip a bit, eh? C'sider it an I.o.U." He snickered, walking past her back toward Ankita's trailor. It was so nice to find someone with a crazy sense of 'classy' humor, much like his.
He cast a look over his shoulder to make sure she was following, then carried on to the trailor. It looked like Ankita was out roaming with Sarava, so he darted inside to his bag.
He had less than a handful of shirts to his name- and half that of what he considered to be 'decent' enough to let company borrow. He picked out a nice one, and tucked his bag back beneath the chaise lounge. Upon returning, he pulled the trailor door shut and offered it out to her.
" 'Ere y'go."
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:57 pm
“Well, ‘Mr. M’Queen’~ I may be a strait forward lady, but I have no intention of showing you my naughty bits just yet… If you could be a doll and let me into that trailer of yours to change, I do think we could avoid exposing myself to the public!”
She held the shirt in her hand as she crossed her arms, trying to give a demanding look and tapping her foot to add to the effect. She was having fun with this one; he was far more casual and less drunk than a lot of the people she’d met so far.
“I can mind mess and a bit of… male requirements that I may spot in there, and I promise not to snoop. I just would rather like to take this rib-crusher off and clean myself up a bit. I’m sure I must be a complete mess.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:35 am
Ah, now there was a predicament. This wasn't his trailer, but the lady had requested a place to change her clothes. He turned the items over in his mind for a few moments, then stepped back into the trailer. He gestured for Maxem to follow him.
"Oy luv, this ain't exactly me trailer- belongs t'a friend a'mine. Oi can 'ppreciate y'wanting t'change in 'privicy but since it's 'ers an she ain't well 'ere.. you'll 'ave to settle for me in 'ere turned 'round t'face th'walls. Can't letcha inside w'all 'er per'snall effects unaccomp'need." He walked over to the chaise, sitting to face the wall. "Y'understand, eh?"
He flicked a glance over his shoulder at her, eyebrow raised.
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