[IC] Circus of Freaks

[PajkaNight]

"Lights... Camera... FREAK!" Grigori snapped his fingers as his lovely assistant; Betty, danced to a strange yet entrancing beat. The misshapen band that played to the side tapped their feet and occasionally cat called to-
"-The Amazing, most unique beauty you've ever seen! Ladies and Gents, Those with and without kidneys! Give it up for Betty Fish-Eye!" Grigori clapped as he hushed his voice, sounding similar to a crowd going wild. Betty, who was twirling gracefully at the centre of the ring, blushed heavily at Grigori's actions. "Please sir, my act isn't that good." She slowed her movement, one hand plopping to her side as the other scratched near her bulging eye.
Grigori only widened his grin. "Nonsense, my girl! An act like that could rival sirens." He gave a wink. Betty felt her face heat up even more- if that was possible. She stared at Grigori for a while before snapping out of the trance he put her in. "Oh! S-should I gather the others? Surely they should practice as well if we are to hit the next town and d-dazzle them silly." She laughed nervously, unable to contain her stuttering.
Grigori grinned as usual, snapping his fingers again as he dismissed his band. "Great idea! What would I do without you Betty?"
Betty nodded, going to collect the others as she whispered to herself, a small smile forming on her face. "I should be asking the same about you..."

[BlackCat]

Kumo was sitting polishing her flute. The flute was just for show, she didn't really need it, but it made the show more exciting. At her foot stood a cage housing a large poisonous spider named Sugo. Sugo had been Kumo's long time friend. The spider hadn't been relatively violent even without Kumo's control.

[TheMM00s3]

Tod was lying on the floor, tapping on his chin repeatedly. "Hmm, I've never dissected any of the other circus freaks... I wonder what they look like on the inside." His mind raced and he imagined himself slowly cutting open each of the other circus members and a large smile spread across his face. The smile quickly faded as he sighed, "But of coarse... I'm not allowed to do that." He sat up and stretched a bit. "I can imagine though, no one has control of that." He fixed his glaces and went back to day dreaming about dissecting the others.

[MissCapnCrunch]

-Clink-

The sound of the sharp tip of sword hitting against a metal ball in the bottom of Priscilla's throat was not a loud noise among the reggae music she had playing from her trailer. She had practiced the trick 14 times that day, and was pretty sure that it could be performed tonight without any hesitation. Pulling the sword out, she quickly coughed the small golden ball up and into her hands. "Nice." she praised herself taking the ball and placing it into the sterile mixture she had set up on the small kitchenette counter. She then placed the sword she was using (one of the many) onto her small futon to be be replaced in her hand with a pack of smokes. Taking one she placed it between her lips and dug into the pocket of her jeans for a lighter. Lighting it, she stepped outside, her petite body leaning against the cold metal as she took a long drag.

[arowne97]

((Oh. I forgot to mention that my character has Incongenital Insensitivity to Pain. In simpler terms, he can't feel pain. At all.))

James was just relaxing, laying on the tightrope, making a little person made of fire walk through the air. He liked to play with fire when he was bored, even though he rarely talked.

[Whirlwind]

Cheyenne stood on a ball about twice her height, in a high waist sailor bathing suit that clearly showed off her heavily tattooed form. Her throat, arms, chest, stomach, legs… all multi colored and designed while her face looked rather like a doll’s had been placed upon it. She sang softly to herself “When the Saints Go Marching In”. Why she had no idea. While balancing on the ball and rolling it around in a small circle with slight moves of her feet. She would occasionally halt the moving ball and begin practicing tricks and contortion atop it, continually singing softly as if it helped her concentrate. She wasn’t really paying attention to anything around her, though she did occasionally stop everything, smile a perfect white smile, and bow to an imaginary audience. Then pick up where she’d left off.

[Yog Sothoth]

Finn was lifting weights that no kid his age or even most men in their prime could imagine lifted. He was power-lifting a 400 pound barbell with great ease and Finn was only twelve years old and just in his normal form. He had been lifting weights for at least twenty minutes, he needed to keep his strength up for the performances that he would have to do for the circus. After he decided to take a break, he watched some of the others practice and saw Cheyenne practicing her balancing on a ball.

"Those tattoos don't improve your looks, in fact they make you look artificial and not natural. God wouldn't approve" he said to her. He wasn't a fan of permanent body art like tattoos and believed that they destroyed natural beauty.

[Saarebas]

The pale thin figure that was Adrien stretched as he walked out of the small, but incredibly clean trailer that he called his home. He opened his mouth in a silent yawn before he twisted his back to crack it, though no sound came out he seemed satisfied with the result. Adrien then placed his usual warm smile on his face before taking two steps away from his trailer and threw his leg over the air in the same motion one would do when they mount a bike. A second later Adrien was seemingly flouting a few feet off the ground, a second after that he began to pedal unseen pedals and started to ride through the circus grounds. To most a man riding a invisible bike would be bizarre but to the members of the circus members this was a daily sight. He rode by just in time to hear Finn's comment to Cheyenne. He immediately stopped and got off his unseen bike before walking over to Finn. As he walked over he wagged his finger at Finn in the classic "No No" manor. When he reached Finn he pointed to Cheyenne then ran a finger down his own cheek, mimicking a tear. He hoped that the message of Finn may of hurt Cheyenne 's feelings was clear.

[Vindle]

Vindle walked out in his clothes that he'd wear in public, since this is what he'd wear during performances. As he straightened the mask, Vindle held a ball of water that floated above his hand.
"I have to say, Finn, I would agree with you. I don't find tattoos appealing." Vindle replied. A large dragon made of water formed from the ball and flew all around the area. Vindle then tried to change the temperature of the water to a freezing point, but failed.
"Oh well, that needs some more work." he said.

[Whirlwind]

Chey was still practicing when she heard a voice down below. She peered over to the side, on her tip toes and having made the giant ball beneath her stop rolling. She flushed bright red at Finn’s words, looking a little upset. She wasn’t exactly sure what to say, when Adrein walked up and seemed to be gesturing to the wolf boy. Cheyenne continued to keep quiet, resting back on her full feet and folding her hands in front of her until Vindle walked out and gave his opinion on tattoos as well. She looked a bit sad now. After all, she’d been told much worse, but it was usually by half drunk patrons and not her fellow freaks. ”Okay,” she said quietly, picking up her feet again and rolling the ball and thus herself a little further from the boys, in case they decided to say more things. She thought she’d be a little happier if she couldn’t overhear. She almost ran over Tod though and quickly stopped herself, blushing once more, a little embarrassed. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t see you at first,” she apologized, though she hardly thought he’d have noticed anyway. He seemed to be in a bit of a daze. She moved herself just a few feet further and slid off the ball, starting to roll it behind a set of the curtains where props were kept.

[Saarebas]

Adrien shook his head at the two, crossing his arms, as they drove off Chey. He then placed his fist on his hip and wagged a finger at the two boys, much like a upset mother would. He put on a stern expression, which seemed very out of place on his usually care free space. He pointed to the two boys then towards the way Chey had sneaked away to, his expression was clearly stating that he wanted the two to apologize to Chey.

[PajkaNight]

"Well!" Betty huffed dramatically, as she walked towards the other freaks. "I think it takes guts to have tattoos, plus, who wants boring plain skin anyway? If only I was a little braver, I would get something pretty on my arm, maybe a butterfly." She smiled at Chey, putting her hands on her hips heroically. "I'm glad to see you all practicing!" Her smile widened. "Grigori will be pleased as well, I'm sure."

[MissCapnCrunch]

Tossing her cigarette down Priscilla snubbed it out with the toe of her heel. It seemed like a little bit of commotion was going on behind her so she decided to check it out. She flipped her ebony hair off her shoulder and strolled over to the group giving them a smile as she did, "What's going on here?" Cici asked looking between the group that seemed to have a little bit of tension. She noticed Chey away from the group with her shoulders dropped a little, and wondered if something happened between her and the boys.

"Ya'll better not have been talking shit about my friend." Priscilla said in a bit of a intimidating and loud voice, she didn't like to be that way, but Chey held a special place in her heart, due to the similarities the two shared; age, style. Cici would consider her one of her close friends in the group, but because of Chey's quietness and Cici's outspokenness, it was sometimes hard to tell just what Chey thought.

[Vindle]

Vindle pulled up his sleeve; his skin shined like fish scales.
"I don't exactly have the boring plain skin you speak of. Furthermore, we all have our own opinions. Never would I hate someone because of tattoos, I just don't like the tattoos themselves. So, Priscilla, we weren't speaking bad of your friend." he said as he created a water dog and was able to change the temperature of it to a freezing point.
"Good, works with something simpler." he said.

[Saarebas]

Adrien jumped slightly at the sudden appearance of the two girls coming to defend Chey. It took him a few moments to realize he wasn't being yelled at and was actually being helped, which was a god send seeing as his silent gesturing seemed to be getting him no wear with the boys. He turned back to the boys and let the girls talk to them, though he did throw in the occasional gesture to empathize the girls points. Though he was still trying to put on a stern face, which he was already horrid at doing, but his eyes kept seeming to dart down to his shoes or up to the clouds, and anywhere else except the girls. He was always quite awkward around the fairer sex.

[TheMM00s3]

Tod was woken from his dreaming when he was almost hit by Chey. "Well, well. Someone looks down." He stood up and walked over to the rest of the group listening in on what happened, "Well, we all have our opinions, some of us just need to learn when it is appropriate to voice them." He shot a staring glare at Vindle and Finn. He looked over at Betty and waved, "Hello Betty." With that he wondered off to the sidelines once again looking over at Chey to keep an eye on her.

[MissCapnCrunch]

"Yeah, that better be the case!" Cici stated, sticking her tongue out playfully. She couldn't do the tough girl act for too long. She wasn't one to a battle for too long when it wasn't needed. This group was always entertaining to say the least, performance was not just for the crowd, but a part of every day communication and survival. Pulling out her box of cigarettes and lit another stick, she was a little stressed from everything and decided another little smoke break wouldn't hurt. Lighting it, she took a small drag and blew the smoke through her nose slowly. Her body shifted brushing arms with Adrien. "My bad baby cakes." she cooed, shifting back away from him. Taking another drag, she looked to Betty with a smile, "Whats up for tonight mami? I'm eager to showcase my new trick."

[Whirlwind]

Chey could overhear Betty as she was being rather dramatically loud in her position, making Cheyenne glance back at her with a grateful smile. She turned back to the props though, pretending to be rather busy looking amongst the various sized unicycles and umbrellas, as if she were unsure which ones to use for her next performance. She always used the same ones though. A black lace umbrella and one of the midsized, thin black unicycles. She cleared her throat, setting the props back down and looked back to the group. Oh goodness now more had shown up. Hopefully they were talking about the show and not arguing over her. The embarrassed pink returned to her cheeks and she noticed Tod looking at her. She gave a small smile, as if to convince him that she was fine. ”They um, they’re discussing the show by now right?” she asked him, smile faltering a bit as she craned over to see Cici now having joined in. Well, at least she knew her friend, who had tattoos as well, wouldn’t say anything about how she appeared. And she looked positively relaxed, smoking and talking to Betty. Good, they could move on to other things. Though, Chey planned to stay in the back a little while longer.

[TheMM00s3]

Tod nodded slightly at Chey, "Yeah, I think so. Don't really care very much at the moment though. People around here need to understand that opinions are not always necessary... That and I'm currently thinking of what Finn's organ and bone structure would look like." He paused for a moment, "To be able to do the things he does at such a young age... To dissect him would be the chance of a life time..." He suddenly got lost in the thought of cutting open Finn.

[PajkaNight]

MissCapnCrunch said
Cici stated, sticking her tongue out playfully. She couldn't do the tough girl act for too long. She wasn't one to a battle for too long when it wasn't needed. This group was always entertaining to say the least, performance was not just for the crowd, but a part of every day communication and survival. Pulling out her box of cigarettes and lit another stick, she was a little stressed from everything and decided another little smoke break wouldn't hurt. Lighting it, she took a small drag and blew the smoke through her nose slowly. Her body shifted brushing arms with Adrien. she cooed, shifting back away from him. Taking another drag, she looked to Betty with a smile,

Betty turned to to Cici, her normal eye fluttered as she spoke. "I'm sure we will be ready for our show tonight, but I'm worried about the show. I feel like something bad might happen. Might. I can never be sure about these feelings though. We also have animals ready for you all to use."