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TheMM00s3 said
No I won't eat the freaks
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Saarebas said
Just to ask does the ringleader know he is letting killers into his show?
I'm also assuming our resident cannibal doesn't eat his fellow freaks...
Emmi watched another girl show up, and begin running alongside the first man, making Emmi’s eyes light up. Perhaps this was a race! She smiled and mentally cheered them both on until the man fell and hurt himself. Quickly bringing her hands to her mouth, she wondered if he was okay. He seemed to be frightened by his fellow runner, shoving a knife towards her and making Emmi feel he must be very sad to turn on his friend like that.
She stood, brushing her shorts off. ”Well Oliver, I bid you good day,” she waved to her turtle friend before walking cautiously up to the forlorn looking man with blood on his face, waving in a friendly fashion to his cohort before tiptoeing closer to the man. After all, she didn’t want a blade pointed at her.
”Excuse me… sir? You seem to be bleeding. I can help with that,” she announced, not noticing his broken mug he was now distraught over.
She stood, brushing her shorts off. ”Well Oliver, I bid you good day,” she waved to her turtle friend before walking cautiously up to the forlorn looking man with blood on his face, waving in a friendly fashion to his cohort before tiptoeing closer to the man. After all, she didn’t want a blade pointed at her.
”Excuse me… sir? You seem to be bleeding. I can help with that,” she announced, not noticing his broken mug he was now distraught over.
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MissCapnCrunch said
I can imagine! I just hope there are a few more older souls as well (:
Agreed. After all, some circus acts take time to learn well enough! :)
Hope this post works better!
Aria Toole was being walked down a hallway, her hands still behind her in cuffs. She had been brought straight to the psych ward, a safe place to keep a minor like her until her trial. Where she would more than likely be directed to come right back here. Her big purple hair swooped around her face, offsetting her wide blue eyes that took in everything around her. She passed by a room and peered in, seeing a man choking a nurse before she was rushed off, other orderlies entering the room. Surely to stop the man. Aria simply giggled. What fun this place would be.
A grin was perpetually on her face as two nurses and a doctor took her to her room and stood in front of her, discussing nonsense. They seemed to be trying to make sense of what she had done at school. How silly of them. After all, if one tried to make sense of nonsense, rather than embrace nonsense as nonsense, who was indeed being more nonsensical? It made perfect sense to her to just accept she was slightly mad and let her be. But no, there was no room for different among these silly people. All one right after another. Looking virtually the same and replaceable. Like a deck of cards. Trade one doctor for another she wouldn’t notice.
She turned her head this way and that, looking at her new surroundings. She wondered if she would be able to wear her own clothes. Hopefully her mother would bring them. She currently wore a purple tshirt and grey and black speckled skinny jeans, her black converse loose about her feet. She began to wonder what her siblings would think of her absence. They hadn’t really bothered with her much, as she tended to get them in trouble often after all. Perhaps this would be a vacation for them. How lovely. And mother and father wouldn’t have to deal with her climbing on the furniture, hissing at things and then falling into fits of giggles, lapping her milk from her glass rather than drinking it, yelling about mome raths and how dare they step on them.
”Aria?” came a voice which made the girl look up happily. ”We’re going to remove your handcuffs, but you have to be good. This is your new home for now. We expect you to behave,” the voice said. Aria simply nodded very slowly, grin never leaving while she stood and turned around, letting them undo her. Once her hands were free she turned back around to see the doctor and nurses looking at her, as if unnerved by her smile. How funny.
”There are 10 cats in a basket, 1 cat jumps out. How many are left?” she asked them, hands hanging loosely by her sides.
”We’ll talk later Aria,” said the doctor sternly, discussing possible medications to give the girl in the meantime while he walked out of her room, leaving her question unanswered. She licked her lips and walked up to the closed door.
”Just one… one cat left. Those copy cats…” she whispered, her eyes looking from the small high up window in the door out into the hall mischievously.
A grin was perpetually on her face as two nurses and a doctor took her to her room and stood in front of her, discussing nonsense. They seemed to be trying to make sense of what she had done at school. How silly of them. After all, if one tried to make sense of nonsense, rather than embrace nonsense as nonsense, who was indeed being more nonsensical? It made perfect sense to her to just accept she was slightly mad and let her be. But no, there was no room for different among these silly people. All one right after another. Looking virtually the same and replaceable. Like a deck of cards. Trade one doctor for another she wouldn’t notice.
She turned her head this way and that, looking at her new surroundings. She wondered if she would be able to wear her own clothes. Hopefully her mother would bring them. She currently wore a purple tshirt and grey and black speckled skinny jeans, her black converse loose about her feet. She began to wonder what her siblings would think of her absence. They hadn’t really bothered with her much, as she tended to get them in trouble often after all. Perhaps this would be a vacation for them. How lovely. And mother and father wouldn’t have to deal with her climbing on the furniture, hissing at things and then falling into fits of giggles, lapping her milk from her glass rather than drinking it, yelling about mome raths and how dare they step on them.
”Aria?” came a voice which made the girl look up happily. ”We’re going to remove your handcuffs, but you have to be good. This is your new home for now. We expect you to behave,” the voice said. Aria simply nodded very slowly, grin never leaving while she stood and turned around, letting them undo her. Once her hands were free she turned back around to see the doctor and nurses looking at her, as if unnerved by her smile. How funny.
”There are 10 cats in a basket, 1 cat jumps out. How many are left?” she asked them, hands hanging loosely by her sides.
”We’ll talk later Aria,” said the doctor sternly, discussing possible medications to give the girl in the meantime while he walked out of her room, leaving her question unanswered. She licked her lips and walked up to the closed door.
”Just one… one cat left. Those copy cats…” she whispered, her eyes looking from the small high up window in the door out into the hall mischievously.
Name: Cheyenne “The tattoo lady” Yates
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Though she has left her face untouched, almost every inch of her body from the neck down is covered in various tattoos. She is naturally pale, with black hair and striking blue eyes. She almost always wears dresses or high waist shorts, usually going for a pin up look as it shows more skin, and contrasts with the image of a woman covered in tats.
Abilities: Acrobatics & Contortion- she is skilled in dance, gymnastics, and aerobatics as well. She does less juggling and diving, though she can do those feats if requested. She is more skilled at tightrope walking, trapeze, and other balance acts like riding the backs of the elephants, giant balls, and on the shoulders of other performers. She can twist her body into various shapes using her contortion, only showing off more of her tattoos as she moves and bends.
Personality: She is soft spoken but smiles a lot. She tends to think before speaking, and would much rather be looked at than touched or spoken to. Her body’s appearance and abilities allow a breaking of the ice she has trouble with herself. She is not the most social, though she is loveable and kind. She would find it hard to harm a spider much less a person.
Bio: Chey was born to a mother and father who were very much into the metal scene. Her father was in a band, a guitarist, and her mother travelled with him, bringing Chey along. Honestly the metalheads she encountered were some of the nicest people she’d ever met. They treated the little girl very kindly, especially since she was always polite. It was quite a contrast to see two, tatted up parents with unruly hair and gauged ears with a little girl looking innocent and bright eyed, usually wearing a prim, clean dress. Things always change though, and Chey’s father got into drugs. He overdosed when she was six. After that, her mother kind of spiraled out of control. She began following other bands around, and trying to get backstage to meet them. Her mother got into drugs as well, leaving Cheyenne to care for herself often. One time she was trying to care for her mother when one of the men her mother had brought home from a concert tried something with her while her mother was completely out of it. After that, something in her changed. She didn’t want to be ‘pretty’ anymore. And she didn’t want to be around this ‘family’ anymore. She gathered up her belongings and what money they had, reflecting the agony of losing her parents to drugs through the art on her body. The bonus was it made men look at her funny instead of with desire anymore, as men had begun to scare her. This was when she was about 15-16 years old. She never lost the desire to be a part of a true family though, and found Grigori’s freak circus. She had always been double jointed and practiced contortion alone by herself as a sort of hobby, but had no idea the trait was marketable. She was accepted into the circus for her contortion, while learning acrobatics which they discovered she was naturally skilled at, from the aging acrobat the circus currently had. After several years now, Chey is great at her craft, completely covered in tattoos, and not afraid of people like she once was. She is still relatively shy, but enjoys entertaining, and being around other oddballs like herself.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Though she has left her face untouched, almost every inch of her body from the neck down is covered in various tattoos. She is naturally pale, with black hair and striking blue eyes. She almost always wears dresses or high waist shorts, usually going for a pin up look as it shows more skin, and contrasts with the image of a woman covered in tats.
Abilities: Acrobatics & Contortion- she is skilled in dance, gymnastics, and aerobatics as well. She does less juggling and diving, though she can do those feats if requested. She is more skilled at tightrope walking, trapeze, and other balance acts like riding the backs of the elephants, giant balls, and on the shoulders of other performers. She can twist her body into various shapes using her contortion, only showing off more of her tattoos as she moves and bends.
Personality: She is soft spoken but smiles a lot. She tends to think before speaking, and would much rather be looked at than touched or spoken to. Her body’s appearance and abilities allow a breaking of the ice she has trouble with herself. She is not the most social, though she is loveable and kind. She would find it hard to harm a spider much less a person.
Bio: Chey was born to a mother and father who were very much into the metal scene. Her father was in a band, a guitarist, and her mother travelled with him, bringing Chey along. Honestly the metalheads she encountered were some of the nicest people she’d ever met. They treated the little girl very kindly, especially since she was always polite. It was quite a contrast to see two, tatted up parents with unruly hair and gauged ears with a little girl looking innocent and bright eyed, usually wearing a prim, clean dress. Things always change though, and Chey’s father got into drugs. He overdosed when she was six. After that, her mother kind of spiraled out of control. She began following other bands around, and trying to get backstage to meet them. Her mother got into drugs as well, leaving Cheyenne to care for herself often. One time she was trying to care for her mother when one of the men her mother had brought home from a concert tried something with her while her mother was completely out of it. After that, something in her changed. She didn’t want to be ‘pretty’ anymore. And she didn’t want to be around this ‘family’ anymore. She gathered up her belongings and what money they had, reflecting the agony of losing her parents to drugs through the art on her body. The bonus was it made men look at her funny instead of with desire anymore, as men had begun to scare her. This was when she was about 15-16 years old. She never lost the desire to be a part of a true family though, and found Grigori’s freak circus. She had always been double jointed and practiced contortion alone by herself as a sort of hobby, but had no idea the trait was marketable. She was accepted into the circus for her contortion, while learning acrobatics which they discovered she was naturally skilled at, from the aging acrobat the circus currently had. After several years now, Chey is great at her craft, completely covered in tattoos, and not afraid of people like she once was. She is still relatively shy, but enjoys entertaining, and being around other oddballs like herself.
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Calvin
Sometimes admires his risk taking as he’s braver than she is in some ways, other times scolds him about putting himself in danger incessantly. Has her loyalty and is very comfortable around him, even when just sitting in silence. (Met when he pulled her from the lake, Became friends hanging out over time)
Stella
Loves her friendliness and approachability Adelie feels she lacks at times, as well as admiring her academic excellence and distaste for bullies. She is skeptical of her seer abilities, but just chooses not to bring it up. (Became friends when Stella intercepted a hex about to be put on Adelie)
Zef
The only Slytherin she thinks is worth anything. Sometimes gets embarrassed by his bluntness, but other times is grateful for his honesty. Finds herself worrying about how forgiving he is, and how he might get hurt. (Became friends when he stood up against Lugnut for her after a quidditch game)
Rin
Adelie’s Gryffindor bestie, she is like a big sister to Rin, with Rin dragging her about into various situations Adelie pulls them both out of. Adelie finds herself sometimes bossing Rin around in order to focus her, while Rin helps her relax. (Met in Diagon Alley, Became friends when Adelie rescued Rin who was lost in a thunderstorm)
Calvin
Sometimes admires his risk taking as he’s braver than she is in some ways, other times scolds him about putting himself in danger incessantly. Has her loyalty and is very comfortable around him, even when just sitting in silence. (Met when he pulled her from the lake, Became friends hanging out over time)
Stella
Loves her friendliness and approachability Adelie feels she lacks at times, as well as admiring her academic excellence and distaste for bullies. She is skeptical of her seer abilities, but just chooses not to bring it up. (Became friends when Stella intercepted a hex about to be put on Adelie)
Zef
The only Slytherin she thinks is worth anything. Sometimes gets embarrassed by his bluntness, but other times is grateful for his honesty. Finds herself worrying about how forgiving he is, and how he might get hurt. (Became friends when he stood up against Lugnut for her after a quidditch game)
Rin
Adelie’s Gryffindor bestie, she is like a big sister to Rin, with Rin dragging her about into various situations Adelie pulls them both out of. Adelie finds herself sometimes bossing Rin around in order to focus her, while Rin helps her relax. (Met in Diagon Alley, Became friends when Adelie rescued Rin who was lost in a thunderstorm)
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