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 Posted: Tue Nov 28, 2006 7:05 pm
When half the world would rather see your guts splattered against the wall than see your body intact, there's not much to do. Maybe you could mope over your unfortunate position, or hide away from those who want to kill you, or contemplate appeasing them by way of ritual disembowelment. Or perhaps you could just ignore the whole situation by way of allowing all the blood in your body run to your head.
Maybe, in the morning, someone will find you splattered against the floor of the big top. That would be tragic.
Lucrezia had been hanging by her knees from a thin metal bar, but with very different intentions. She was suspended a dizzying height from the floor, and was not entirely sure what time it was or how long she'd been there.
She just knew that her head was throbbing.
Deciding to do something about that, she flipped back up into a sitting position on the bar and surveyed the stands of the big top.
Empty. And soon to be in various states of disassembly. She was sure she'd heard something about moving. And that meant she'd get to climb around in the rigging and take things apart. Her hands itched in anticipation of being able to actually work and help out doing something she was actually good at.
She fixated on the main entrance to the tent. Maybe it would do something interesting if she looked long enough.
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 12:46 pm
It seemed like he was drawn to the Big Top more often than he realized. He caught himself standing in front of it yet again after wandering aimlessly through the Cirque for nearly half and hour.
This time he ventured into it, fully expecting it to be empty. And it was. He glanced around the half assembled interior taking several steps beyond the seating and towards the center of the largest ring.
Turning around he looked at the empty bleachers, imagining them full of people and the lights dim...the music filling the every corner....
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Posted: Thu Nov 30, 2006 2:39 pm
Lucrezia watched silently as the man stepped through the tent flaps and proceded towards the center. He looked familiar - maybe another employee - but she didn't know him personally, so maybe it was safer to just sit there and wait for him to leave.
When it became clear after several minutes that he had no intention of doing so, Lucrezia decided to make her presence known.
It was too late at night, she decided, to bother with english.
"Salut, Signore!" she called. "Bon soir!"
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