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| Cirque du Verre et de Miroirs ~ Circus of Glass and Mirrors; Tatwu Circus has come to town! | |
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| Jabberwock | Apr 21 2011, 07:36 PM Post #91 |
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Rickett Patch up the holes? What, did this girl live under a rock? Rickett thought. "No. Of course you can't patch it up. You are going to make a new outfit for yourself. New!." He looked around, and back to Nicholas. "I'm going to go help out with Camille, okay? If Piren comes, and--god-forsake it--asks where I am, I'm in the bathroom!" He turned back to Camille, and grabbed her hand. "You said you had some pretty fabric, right? I have a great idea for what we can use that fabric for. We're going to make you a dress. And we're off!" He said, and sprinted in the direction of the costume making place. "Gosh, I haven't been making anything for a long time! But, a dress for you would be awesome! Girls are supposed to like stuff like that right?" Sexist, sexist, sexist, dammit! He cursed. Then, he thought about his costume. It was cool, but still, it was a little old, and getting small on him. Maybe he should get a new one. "Hm...Maybe----No! We're going to make you something pretty to wear!" he said, dragging the poor girl behind him. |
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| Froken-Blight | Apr 21 2011, 08:06 PM Post #92 |
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Camille "W-wow!" she said, never having expected this of Rickett, an obvious misjudgment of his character, "I- I... It's not right. Piren would be very angry with me--if she even noticed me-- if I used such nice fabric for myself..." From his face, Camille got a better sense of Rickett's argument, and changed it, "Besides, it's an insult to me if my best fabric yet is wasted on a seamstress' frock." This was an argument that satisfied her. "And you know," she added, "my talent doesn't even compare to Alek's, except in my skill in fabric making, let me show you what I mean." With this, she skipped ahead of him, tightening her grip on his hand, and brought him to her home. |
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| LoneNecromancer | Apr 21 2011, 09:22 PM Post #93 |
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Conrad the Clown Conrad grinned as he beheld Charles' corpse. Shame, he'd have loved to have just offed the old man himself, but this'd be fine. Oh, this was going to be so much fun. He took Piren's kyoketsu-shoge out of his jacket- he'd found some of her spare ones in her tent when he'd been there earlier- and attacked the cadaver, brutalising Charles' face, neck and chest. It wouldn't lead to her, but it was a blade that couldn't be traced to him. Once satisfied with the bloody mess the body had become, he wiped the blades on Charles' trousers and tucked them into his jacket. He'd go and return them soon enough. Oh, little Georgie was going to crack later. The question was whether he was smart enough to see the funny side. Once more, Conrad disappeared into the shadows, the last thing visible his grin, the only noise the echo of his laughter. |
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| anidork | Apr 21 2011, 10:18 PM Post #94 |
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Alek "DAMMIT!!!" It was too late, he knew, but he still wanted to do it. Alek pulled out his gun and aimed three shots at his half-brother. The bullets didn't land anywhere near Daemon, partly due to his distance from Alek and partly due to Alek's anger. Anger burned within him, impairing his senses. He wanted to stop at nothing less than cold blooded murder. He want to break Daemon's fingers, wring his neck, stab his chest, and then feed his body to Ceres. A pain-filled gasp pulled him out of his rage. Alek turned. Valeria lay on the ground, blood seeping from her wounds. Wounds that Daemon inflicted. Alek rushed to her. Fuck it. She was bad, very bad. He'd have to get her help. Now. He looked around. Daemon was long gone by now, and Conrad, the stupid clown, had disappeared too. So it was just him and Noctis, then. Time to get to work. "Calm down, Val. You need to let me help you." He slid his arms underneath her and hefted her up. With a grunt, he stood. "Noctis, make sure our path is clear." Slowly, the three of them made their way back to Tatwu and Alek deposited Valeria at the medical center. "You make damn sure she's fine and well by the time I get back, got it!" he told the nervous assistant as he left. Alek returned to the C&P House, intent on getting a good night's sleep. Piren was going to send him to hell and back, but he really couldn't be bothered anymore. Fuck it all. He was tired, dammit. Oh shit. It was dark inside the C&P House. It was never dark at night---Charles loved the new electric lights; he took every chance possible to turn them on. Alek hurried his pace. He ran inside without a pause. Charles, his beloved Master---HELL, his father---lay on the ground, his body beaten to a bloody pulp. Alek, for lack of a better word, freaked. He reached down gingerly. Poke. Poke. Poke. There was no doubt about it, Charles was dead. This was just not his fucking day. He'd started hyperventilating, and within seconds had joined his Master on the floor, unconscious. |
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| Megumi | Apr 21 2011, 10:33 PM Post #95 |
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Megumi Megumi was Either way, Instead, she found him falling onto the ground, as if dropping dead. ...Heh. *o* It was time for Slipping into the house, she made her way to the unconscious male and began But then again, she could probably have some fun at other people's expenses. The image of a certain girl flashed through her mind. Plaything. "Tch." She took a hold of the man and brought him to her room. Just because she wasn't the type to rape him didn't mean she could claim she had a taste of him. |
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| Jabberwock | Apr 22 2011, 06:15 AM Post #96 |
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Rickett Rickett thought of a bunch of points he could make in this case, but noticed that the little girl was set on making him a costume. "If you insist...." He muttered, as her speed got faster, and his seemed to slow down. But, the little girl gripped his hand tighter, and he couldn't help but smile a bit. "Woah! I don't remember when the last time I was here was. Must've been a pretty long time ago, I barely remember this place, not to mention, you. Okay. So, you win. You get to make your little costume for me, but under one condition." He said, evilly almost. "Is this were you stand to measure me? Do I have to be measured?" He said, as he walked over to a little open space and put his arms up in the shape of a T. "Anyway, one condition: I get to comb your hair. I'll make you pretty without a new dress. More-----nevermind. I'll do your hair." And he never finished his sentence of 'More than you are, anyway.' Edited by Jabberwock, Apr 22 2011, 06:16 AM.
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| Froken-Blight | Apr 22 2011, 01:17 PM Post #97 |
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C a m i l l e Camille got out her measuring tape. "Fine," she said, "I'll get to work as soon as I have your measurements and you can try and pull a comb through this." She gestured at her hair. Rickett was somewhat fidgety, so she started with his arms, chatting comfortably. "What are your favorite colors? What did your old costume look like? What are you looking for in your new one?" She stepped away for a moment, allowing him to answer and writing down the measurements of his arms. |
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| Himesama | Apr 22 2011, 01:56 PM Post #98 |
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Arthur Nate was practicing, and as long as he had fire to play with, he would stay put. Arthur was hungry, and Arthur wouldn't put off eating for another minute. Hoping not to announce he was on his way to go eat- and thus give Nate the idea to run off and cause mischief, Arthur listed off the exercises Nate was to do, then after a few moments, slinked off. As he headed to the Kitchens- he really couldn't figure out what in the hell he wanted, but he'd root around until he found something edible, even though the cooks would beat him with a pan if he lingered too long- he stopped just for a second to watch someone he had yet to see in the circus dragging a very, very nearly naked Alek into her tent. He shrugged his shoulders and kept going, knowing if the girl came onto him he'd be sorely disappointed. He was firmly in the school of thought that Alek was about as straight as a circle, and that was that. He wandered off to the kitchens, and stole a bowl of... well, whatever was sitting unattended on the counter. It tasted okay so he really didn't care what it was. Arthur reached around and stuck his bowl in the sink, giving the portly washerwoman a kiss on the cheek as he did so, because Arthur seemed to have no personal boundaries with those sorts of things. "Thank you, thank you!" He said goofily, giving a mock bow and then turning away, waving behind him. As he continued, he gave a glance at the tent Alek had been pulled in to by the newcomer. Well, he might as well save the poor kid from her. After all, then Arthur could parade him around in his underwear, and really, that was way to tempting an opportunity to pass up. Arthur barged into the tent uninvited, leaning against the pole for a minute as he enjoyed the display before him. He gave a chuckle and unceremoniously threw Alek over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He leaned down, taking the young girl's chin between his fingers. "I'm assuming you're new, because we all know Alek doesn't swing for the home team~" He said teasingly. "But don't you worry, you'l learn your way around soon enough." He tapped her cheek almost patronizingly, then turned and headed out the tent. Keale After roaming a bit, Keale decided- no real rhyme or reason to the decision, truth be said- to head back towards Piren's tent. For a bit, Keale walked on her hands, and then she did cartwheels- heading in quite the opposite direction than she had intended, but time really went on nonetheless, and the cards weren't talking so this all really didn't matter. Eventually, after taking quite the different route to reach Piren's tent, she did come to a stop outside of it, carefully standing on one foot and bending the other around to- well it just struck Keale as a good idea, so she did it. Drawing one of the cards out, she carefully inspected the hanged man as Conrad emerged from the tent. Keale gave him a wide-eyed stare for a moment, her lips twitched up in a smirk. "Goodbye~" she purred, as she gave the man an almighty flying glomp. She tilted her head at him for a minute, carefully inspecting his right cheek as though it were something other than a slab of flesh on his skin. After a second, she wiped away a small ruby bead of blood- whomever it belonged to must have been an unfortunate person indeed- and licked it off her finger, giggling and waving over her shoulder as she detatched herself from the freakish clown. Cartwheeling away, she shouted over her shoulder- or leg or whatever it was that was flying over next, "Hullo~" Piren Piren was beginning to doze off, sleep just tugging at her eyelids. Blinking heavily, she gave a yawn, as her eyes landed on the clock. She gave a gasp as she sat straight up, casting off her blanket and heading out in a hurry. "Damnable, Valeria and Alek should have been here an hour ago!" She turned around at the door, looking back at Zane. "YOU KNOW IF I'M NOT GETTING SLEEP YOU AREN'T EITHER." She declared, storming back and grabbing him by the ear, and then leaving, dragging him behind her. The first place she went were the acrobats wings. Everyone said she had gone off to see Alek. Piren, with a harried swing of her one free arm (The other was more than a tad busy yanking Zane's ear every three seconds, as though this whole affair was exclusively his fault) gave an exasperated sigh and stormed off the other direction, towards the C&P house. "THE ONLY INSTANCE I'LL FORGIVE THEM IS IF THEY'VE GOTTEN TOGETHER." She yelled. "AND EVEN THEN IT'D ONLY BE THIS TIME BECAUSE I'M DREADING TELLING THEM ABOUT THE MARRIAGE." Piren stomped to the trailer, pushing open the door, suddenly letting go of Zane's ear as she beheld the gruesome sight. "Oh." She said, "Oh Alex is not going to be happy about this at all." She squatted down, burying her head in her hands, not sure where to go with this. Firstly- who killed Charles? Secondly, Who was going to tell Alek? Thirdly; When in the fuck was she going to get some serious sleep? |
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| Megumi | Apr 22 2011, 02:11 PM Post #99 |
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Megumi Megumi frowned at the man. No way she was going to let him leave like that. Not after the way he treated her. She unbuttoned her blouse a little to leave a little of her cleavage visible and gave him an authoritative, "Stop." She smiled softly, playing with a lock of her own hair. "If he doesn't, do you?" Edited by Megumi, Apr 22 2011, 02:12 PM.
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| Himesama | Apr 22 2011, 02:31 PM Post #100 |
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Arthur Arthur turned around, a bemused smirk on his face as she made her attempts to woo him. If Arthur wasn't actively trying to keep his urge to laugh in check, he probably would have been rolling on the floor. For now, however, he only settled on a chuckle as he dropped Alek on the floor outside the tent. Turning back to the woman, he tilted her face up to his. "I do," He said, his voice dipping low as he casually re-buttoned the buttons she had undone. "But sadly little girls vying for my attention with cheap wiles aren't as appetizing as real women." He gave her a polite smile, kissing her cheek once and dropped her chin. He turned to walk away, casting a glance over his shoulder and gave a casual wave. "My name is Arthur, by the by. Little lass, I suggest you don't tease too many around here. You're liable to get caught in a game you can't flirt your way out of." |
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