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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:29 am
Normally, Wing Ting did not like the freak tent. At all. It was dark and it was scary and whenever you walked by someone's cage, they always felt they had to crash against the bars and yell "HOOOBABWGAAAAA--oh it's you, Wing Ting."
Thusly, Wing Ting had avoided the freak show until this moment.
As it were, she was running through the tent because Hadrian - YAYHADRIAN - had been promoted the other day. It was a few minutes until the tent opened, so she should've had enough time to give him his present.
Wing Ting hoped it would be alive when she got there.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:42 am
Hadrian was, in fact, still alive. He was, however, leaving his tank which was now surrounded by a crimson curtain. His prosthetics were shoved into a dripping duffel bag and he was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and exceedingly tight 'under-the-tail' pants. He had all intentions of sneaking back to his trailer and scrubbing off this damnable makeup.
He spotted Wing Ting as soon as he hit the ground.
He peered around the side of his tank and whispered.
"Hey. Wingy. Over here."
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 8:58 am
"WAAAAAAAAH!" Wing Ting stumbled and fell, kicking her feet around in self-defense before calming down. She glanced up. "Hi. What's wrong with your face? You're all wet." Wing Ting stood, and checked her pocket, making sure that the present wasn't too banged up.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:32 am
Hadrian peered around so as to make sure nobody was coming. He hid for a moment, and then peered out again.
"Waterproof makeup," he whispered, "Now come on. We can't let anyone see me." He blew a few strands of wet white hair out of his face and disappeared behind the tank once more, heading for a flap at the back.
Whether or not Wing Ting decided to follow was up to her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 9:57 am
There was really no need for debate. Wing Ting could either stay in the freak tent or follow Hadrian. She scampered after him, trying to make as little noise as possible.
"Ohmigosh, Hadrian. You're all official and stuff now! Isn't that exciting? I brought you a present!!" She said, all in one breath. Wing Ting reached into her pocket and pulled out a very disgruntled-looking rubber duck.
Wing Ting squeezed it.
The duck went 'quack.'
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Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 10:03 am
"Sure, it's exciting," Hadrian nodded as he exited the tent and began to untie Rajiva's harness from the post he'd stuck in the ground. The zebra filly stamped happily.
It was the quack that made him turn.
He couldn't help but laugh.
"Thanks," he nodded, taking the toy, "I'll be sure to add it into my performance."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 9:26 am
She was about to say something to the effect of, I wish I was you, Hadrian, when...
Pony.
There was a pony.
Wing Ting handed the duck to Hadrian before speeding towards the zebra. "Pony." She said flatly, staring at it. "Ponyponyponyponypony."
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 1:56 pm
Rajiva shied away for a moment, nearly trampling Hadrian's feet, before standing still, panting, and looking curiously at the loud thing.
"Careful," Hadrian said, "I don't think she's quite used to being bum-rushed."
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Posted: Tue Jan 23, 2007 3:29 pm
Pony, pony, pony.
Pony.
Pony, pony.
"What's bum rushed?" Wing Ting asked, after a few moments of staring open-mouthed at the pony-zebra. "I didn't rush her bum." She reached out an awkward finger, transfixed on OMGPONY in front of her face. "Mmmmmmmmm... Did you bum rush her?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 10:02 am
Hadrian slapped a hand to his forehead.
"Nevermind. Just be careful."
He tugged lightly on Rajiva's reins and the pony began to follow him, heading back toward the trailer.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 1:12 pm
Wing Ting followed, transfixed by the pony. She nearly forgot who she was following - if only for a second - before she regathered her scattered wits and stuck them back into the box of perpetual happy that was her head.
"Hey, Hadrian..." She swallowed. "Were you nervous before your first performance?" She scuffed the dirt with her very muddy white shoe. "I mean, really, really nervous?"
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