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Cirque du Verre et de Miroirs ~ Circus of Glass and Mirrors; Tatwu Circus has come to town!
Topic Started: Apr 11 2011, 06:36 AM (4,929 Views)
Mai-Lynn
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Valeria

That was it, Valeria had lost her temper. Before she had even realized what she had done, she had drew her had back and and bitch slapped him across the face.

"How dare you come here spouting this nonsense to Alek after everything that's happened to him. You're a sick bastard. I can't believe you had the nerve to come in here and mention even his mother. Don't you dare defile Anastasia's and Charles' name with your mouth." she shouted at him.

Valeria knew Conrad was a member of the circus but no, this was just to much. What the hell was this man thinking? Coming in here describing Anastasia's death in such a manner.

"You know what Conrad, I find you to be the pathetic one here," she continued. "Being able to fight and struggle for what you value shows strength. You're nothing but a coward."

By this time she was gritting her teeth. Each time she thought about what Conrad had said, it only increased her anger towards him.

"You keep spouting the bullshit saying chaos would have stopped all this. Well if you ask me its chaos that cause this. Its chaos that causes madness and bloodshed, not sanity. Think twice before coming into someone's room and speaking freely about your delusional ideas you prick."

She took a deep breath, glaring daggers at the man. "Conrad. Leave. Get the fuck out of my tent now," she demanded.
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Conrad the Clown

Conrad rubbed his face where Valeria had struck him. "A little fight in you. I like that. But the real joke, Batsy, is your stubborn, bone deep conviction that somehow, somewhere, all of this makes sense! That's what cracks me up each time!" "

He tipped back his hat, strolling over to the tent flaps. He didn't look back, but he stopped. "Parting is such sweet sorrow. Still, you can't say I didn't show you a good time. Enjoy yourself out in the madhouse you'll know the world has become. And if you get scared, if it ever gets too tough- there's always a place for you here."

"Say, stop me if you've heard this one. See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum, and one night, they decide they don't like living in an asylum any more. They decide they're going to escape! So, they get up onto the roof and just across this narrow gap, they see the rooftops of the town, stretching away in the moonlight, stretching away to freedom. Now, the first guy, he jumps right across with no problem. But his friend daren't make the leap. Y'see, he's afraid of falling. So then, the first guy has an idea. He says 'Hey! I have my flashlight with me! I'll shine it across the gap between the buildings. You can walk along the beam and join me!' But the second guy just shakes his head. He says 'What do you think I am? Crazy? You'd turn it off when I was half way across!'"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

His laughter followed him out of the tent.
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He immediately realized the change of feelings in Camille. She grew angry. But, not just angry at the world, but she seemed really angry at him "Don't be to pessimistic! Of course they--no, we, will find the murderer! If you're so ready to catch the murderer, then go ahead! No one is stopping you! You're contradicting yourself! You think that there's no chance in us finding the murderer, yet you don't want to sit still! That's a complete paradox! And, what's with this calling Alek your master? Did you even call Charles your master? Well, sorry, but I don't really want to allow you calling Alek that!" He realized how sharp, and angry that was. He voice quieted, and he said, in a bit of a hopeless whisper: "I wouldn't go to Alek, right now, either. It's not really a good idea....Not a good idea at all. I bet Alek is quite upset at the moment."

I just blew up at her. How could I have screamed at her? No, I'm not angry! I'm sad. Goddammit, I'm sad! I don't want Charles to be dead. I don't want Camille to be sad. I don't want anyone to be sad! Why am I so sad? He didn't want to cry. He thought crying was stupid. Boys didn't cry. Boys his age didn't cry. So, he only cried a little. And covered it up with screaming at a poor, twelve year old....or was it eleven year old girl.

((I hate adding another note at the bottom, but I wanted to say, I as the Jabberwock, totally hate sexist people, and try to be in no ways sexist. I just sorta felt the whole "boys don't cry" thing flow out, and it worked.))
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"Of course I can" he said confidently after being released from the hug. "I'll prove it if that happens" he said, nodding reassuringly to himself and looked up at her as they continued walking.

After they made their way to the animals, he was greeted by all the animals with the exception of Ceres as soon as they entered the tent."Hey guys" he called to them, making his way to Ceres. "Heya Ceres" he said monotonically at the tiger before sitting down near her. All he got from Ceres was a yawn as usual.

"So can you show me some of your impersonations Meg? It's alright if I call you that right?" he asked her interested after taking a seat on the floor. Just stay strong for everyone's sake, he thought to himself over and over again.

[Idk what to write really. Small talk is so hard to write if it's nothing related to your OC .___________.]
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Camille heard Rickett speak, and it went right through her. At first she was angry, but then she saw his face after he finished his nonsense spouting, and smiled.

It was true, of course, she was contradicting herself, more than he knew, and more than she would ever tell him.

"You?" she asked, though it didn't make sense, "We? They? It's all the same, you know it."

"As for Alek and Charles? This is two generations of my masters. My superiors. My betters. And why would I not want to present myself to him? You think he's angry? He has no more right to be angry than I. Someone who has seen more than I and has better control than I? As for Charles..." she choked up for a moment or two.

"I realize that I was angry about Charles, but I cannot afford anger until I have an object for it. For now, all I can do is mourn my dear master."

She realized how she sounded, astonished at herself. Thinking about what she said, it was true, and she vowed to herself to stick to it.
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She giggled, following the boy with a smile.

"Wow, so that's Ceres?" She blinked, crouching to watch the yawning tiger. "Awfully tired. I wonder how good she is at her show."

She turned to look at the boy. "Meg? Well, I don't mind." She smiled. "Hmm, impersonating? Well, I didn't see much people around of my size except that girl... uh, I think she is a friend of Alek's?" Megumi began to think. "She's blonde."

She shrugged. "I wouldn't mind impersonating her, but I'll need to get some of my costumes in my tent. I can't just change my hair color like this."

She smiled and poked the kid's cheek. "I can even change my voice."

[>_< yes, I saw some impersonators do that, I swear!]
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(I told you guys my post would be long. V_V Mattis' post is short because after writing the latter three's, my mind exploded.)

Mattis
Mattis smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling, allowing Her Majesty to lead him away from where they held an equal disinterest. They were above such trite matters like politics and social drama, and that was what made them lethal. They were all fools. He and the Queen were the only ones that truly mattered.

"Of course," he said with a cheerful smirk, "Except I won't promise that I'll leave all who seek us alive, Leeahlee. Sometimes, those peasants come with the most ridiculous requests," he said, wrinkling his nose. "The other day, a Mother came asking for scholarship money for her "gifted" son. The absolute nerve!"

Asher

Underneath Aria's window, Asher stood. Across his shoulder was a rotting brown fiddle, older than him or his father or his father's father; older than the town itself. He wore a red jacket and black pants, clothes like a jester, but those were the clothes he preferred, thank-you-very-much. Anyone who tried to slip him a set of "noble's" attire would have to do so by force -the things were too damn uncomfortable, and by any means not right for any task he was given.

But that wasn't important now, not when he was in grave danger of facing the wrath of his "sweet tempered" friend, Aria. After all, he was late to save Aria from the "horrible" wrath of her tutors, and she would not let him off easy for that. The two had known each other for years, and she loathed being stood up. It was one of the reasons why the two were a peculiar match -Asher wasn't lazy, but he had a tendency to put things to the last minute. But that was beside the point. Asher paced, trying to remember her lesson schedule. After pulling out a tiny notebook and double checking the times Aria gave her, he realized she was still a long way off from finishing any lesson she had, not that Asher would ever wait patiently for Aria to finish.

Instead, Asher whistled to himself as he picked a handful of rocks from the floor. He stepped backward into the street, ignoring passerbys and carriages. He swung his arm backward, smiling, and began to ricochet rock after rock against Aria's bedroom window. Tap, tap.

But none caught her attention.

Asher scratched the back of his head. Was she studying with her tutor at the library? No, she had to be home, the light was on in her room. Maybe her tutor wasn't letting her to the window. It was most likely the latter, but, Asher thought with a fiendish grin, that would make things more interesting.

Without a care in the world, Asher approached Aria's tall brass doors and swung it open. He walked past all her family's servants, who gave the boy bemused glances -for everyone in this house would be damned if they didn't know Asher. He waltzed up the staircase and to Aria's room, the third door down from the left, painted white. He swung it open and laughed at Aria's shocked expression and the tutor's appalled look.

Life was good.

Asher swerved around the table and swung Aria's chair back, grinning.

"Sorry Sir, this little lady's coming with me."

The Tutor's face turned red as he stood upright, blubbering.

"Aria...!? Did you arrange this-"

"Nah. You could say this is a mandatory kidnapping," Asher winked.

"A what...!? Young man, do you have any idea what you're doing!?"

"Sure do," Asher said, pulling Aria upward by her arms and pushing her to the doorframe, giving the Tutor a cheeky wave. "But there's not much you can do about it. After all, it'll be a little more than difficult arresting a member of the Glass Court."

The Tutor was dumbfounded, and that suited Asher just fine. He left with Aria in a flash, taking off down the staircase as he held the bow of his fiddle, grabbing Aria by her wrist and spinning her out the door.

Ramine

She sat alone in the makeup room; the abandoned building just behind the C&P that was left alone in the wake of drama. Her tiny desk in the far corner was least cluttered, organized by each type of shadow and powder she'd collected over each long year, and it had been so many lonely years among haystacks, tents, and flashing lights. Seven years at the circus; seven years, and countless days.

Ramine was shy. She wasn't always, but somehow, that teenage awkward carried into her at age twenty five. It riddled her with a paralyzing weakness miles worse than a mere lisp or stutter. As a result, despite her time spent among circus animals and acrobats, she was alone; never allowing herself to form anything more than an acquaintance with anyone, and that suited Ramine just fine. Wasn't time spent alone better than making a fool of herself or worse? And it was. Usually, anyway.

As Ramine swerved in her seat, facing a skinny mirror with a crack at its tip, she slowly wound her hand through her hair with a sapphire pin. As she tied it into a careful bun, she observed herself. Absentmindedly, she brought her hand to a crack in the table where it was only a sliver a day ago; she remembered it. Now it was a gouge, a jerking lightening bolt that ended at the edge of a tube of perfume as if it was damning her potion for whatever reason.

"How strange," she whispered to herself, "How very strange that it's gotten bigger. Now how could that have happened?"

As if to answer her, the tent door flapped in the wind, revealing a straw courtyard and red and gold trees under gray skies like silver. It was a dreary day, Ramine thought, but her costume was ready for her act, she was healthy, and for now, the Circus was peaceful.

So why did she feel in the back of her mind that the skies were the coming of a storm?

No matter, she thought. There was no reason to suspect the weather of anything; her suspicion in the tiniest things was beginning to get the best of her. With a sigh, she slowly pushed herself from her seat, deciding to take a walk.

Before she left the room, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a metallic handle pushed from underneath a pile of cream blankets that lay beneath her desk innocently; and she'd seen it so many times before, but that musn't be out in the open. Ramine looked over her shoulder -and no one was watching her- as she stole a blanket from one of the other desks and slid it across the barely noticeable pile. She left quickly and began to walk, reminding herself that it was better to be safe than sorry.

Wright

Without his stilts, Wright was unrecognizable. His face was largely hidden behind packages of all colors and sizes, crinkled from the wear and tear of travel. Wright was away for several days, out on errands, but he stopped at a place or two to pick up a few goods for those who asked him: small bags of candy for the children, starfruit for Arthur, cloth and medicine for Alek and Charles, a new hat for Piren, and that was only a margin of parcels he bought outside what was necessary for the company itself. For this reason, Wright was hopelessly oblivious to any sort of chaos or murder, and it was only unusual in that he was clueless. After all, he was the Circus' kind overseer, the one who smoothed things over when Piren couldn't and the one who loved Tatwu most of all. But today, he came to the Circus tents with a smile on his face, his top hat askew; lilts of childish innocence in his eyes that never betrayed his age or circumstance.

Wright walked slowly, enjoying the crisp breeze as the sides of tents and storage buildings came into view. Red and yellow flags graced each roof and tent top, waving wildly with each gust of wind. Wright looked up to the circus, smiling, tilting his white hat upward while his packages shifted uneasily in the crooks of his arm. Wright swayed in his step, catching his goods as they were about to fall to the dirt, and he laughed at his foolishness. He began to look around, leaning against the side of a blue tent to catch his breath and adjust his hold on the parcels. Out of the corner of his eye was the C&P House in the distance, one of the tallest buildings in the Circus' vicinity, but as Wright gazed on with slight nostalgia, he began to see the oddities in the setting.

Many members of the cast gathered around the House, whispering to themselves. Some were still in costume, some were in their day clothes. Other looked into the house, only stopping in for a minute before racing off to talk rapidly with friends that waited outside, perhaps too shy to go in. There was something peculiar there, and Wright felt that it was his duty to investigate it.

It was difficult to push through the crowd with packages towering over him, but once the crowd realized it was him, many cleared the way for his entrance. As Wright slipped into the C&P house, he abandoned his packages at the side of the entrance. In a dim light, he saw Piren and Zane whispering amongst themselves, glancing at the ground beside them. Wright approached them swiftly as his lips began to curl into a smile, his hand shooting upright in the air to give his usual enthusiastic wave until his eyes fell on the decapitated corpse. His expression shattered.

"Oh no," he murmured as he joined the two, nodding in solemn greeting. He recognized the corpse immediately from his clothes; Charles, who he spoke with often. In the back of his mind, he wondered if Alek knew, and if he did...Wright swallowed a lump in his throat. Where would the boy go from here?

"What in God's name happened here!? Christ, I was only out for three days, and this happens," he sighed. "...do we know who did it?"
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Zane

Only a few minuets after Zane had re-entered the C&P house did the sound of footsteps echo behind him

"Dammit, who is it now?!" he bellowed turning around to meet the sight of shocked Wright.

"Oh, its you, Wright. Sorry 'bout that." He apologized before turning his attention turned back to Charles' body. It was still a bit shocking to think the mad was really dead.

He gave a slight sigh as he heard Wright's questions. No offense to Wright, but it seemed all he had been doing since this incident happened was answering questions and explaining. "Not yet, no. No one was around and there's not much evidence. As you can see, Perin's in a state of silence racking her brain."

Then looking Wright with a sarcastic smile, he continued "And hate to tell ya buddy, but this isn't all that happened while you where away. From what Ive gathered, Alek's brother popped up and Valeria got injured in a fight against him. I swear, the whole damn circus is gonna get flung into chaos at this rate."

"Boy am I glad you're back tough. I have a feeling things are gonna get a hell of a lot more hectic around here," he stated as if it was nothing more than a simple matter-of fact.
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Wright's eyes widened as he shifted his position. He shook his head, muttering, "there must be something in the water," before returning Zane's gaze. Zane and Piren were stressed out, he could tell that much. But what was there to be done?

Wright paused to think, before blurting his thoughts aloud as ideas came to him, "Alek and Valeria should be put under observation while Alek's brother's here. They are skilled, but since Valeria was already injured and Alek should have time to grieve, we should send others after Alek's brother...."

"In the meanwhile, we shouldn't keep ol' Charles here long. He deserves a proper funeral and we need the House. If there's evidence to be gathered, we should do it soon," he advised, his tone grave. Unveiling the murderer was necessary, but Wright would never dehumanize Charles by holding his body hostage at the crime scene.
Edited by The Witch of Time, Apr 24 2011, 02:28 PM.
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Zane

Zane thought about Wrights proposal. He was right. The two really should be put under observation. Things could get a lot worse if Alek's brother decided to appear again.

"Yeah. You're right. Lets put the two under observation. I also agree that Charle's body had been here log enough." he stated rubbing his temples as he felt the onset of a headache. He was right. Things where gonna get complicated.

"As for who to observe Alek and Val, I'll leave it up to you to pick someone. I'll see about sending some people after Alek's brother here in a bit. I have a feeling none of us are gonna get some sleep for a while" he said with a grim expression.
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