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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 (4,923 Views)
Himesama
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Piren and Arthur


Arthur nodded, understanding the seriousness of what was being asked. If the Circus was going to be in trouble, they were expected to defend it. This was no different. He gave Wright another of his odd bows- the odd moments of formality that had worked its way into his actions that had never been explained. His tendencies towards liking caves, his affinity to fire, his bowing like a servant and yet speaking with the wisdom that more than a few of the children said made him sound like an old man, dreams inhabited by talking animals and the piercing stare of a dragon. These things Arthur could never shake. Keale, that strange girl, said he was 'like her'. What that meant, he had no clue. She would mumble though- he was a magic man, a shaman, a person from a higher order than most here- but that was all a past life.

He had chuckled nervously and wandered off, only later to hear her mumbling he was a servant- no, a white haired child, no, a man in a gang, a man destitute and on the street, a sadistic murderer, the man who fell in love with a ghost, a dragon, a crow, a music box- they only sent his head in circles and he branded Keale as a special sort of insanity. And then she would pop up in his tent and touch his forehead, mid-meditation, and declare, "Sometimes souls like do things they did when they were alive. Like eat starfruit." She'd say goodbye, hello, some strange language that felt vaguely familiar, and then cartwheel off with an all-knowing look...

Arthur found himself in an odd sort of trance as he bowed before Wright, his mind having wandered off again as he quickly stood back up. "Watch Val and Alek, I'll make sure they're taken care of- just make sure someone watches Nate for me." He gave a smile as though he hadn't just bowed for a full five minutes before Wright, and headed off for Val's tent, passing Piren and Zane on the way.

Piren was counting off the things she had to do, there were way too many, really, as she felt a slight quaking. These happened often enough- just a little shake here and there- and then, it sped up, more violently, the dirt that had been packed down by the circus coming loose and shaking away, as Piren's eyes widened.

Rising from the earth were skulls and bones and bits of barely- there bodies. Though she tried to keep her balance, she tumbled forward and fell, landing over a body. A small mewling cry left her lips. "Tatwu!" All over the circus, the bodies rose from under the ground and the papers fell from the sky like snow, little slivers written in scrawling notes of the dead. A piece of paper, written in Tatwu's scrawl fell on Piren's hand, and a another, and another. Backing away from the skull she ran into Zane. She glanced down at the paper. Look good in that red dress, I bet the boyfriend's happy Tatwu's scrawl read. Piren looked down- she was wearing her red performance outfit. Another fell, and Piren's hands shook as she unrolled another note.Each second numbs the pain, love's just another rhyme. It's gotten to be that way


The papers rained down like snow, covering over the Bones. I can say it but you won't you believe me Piren tossed that note over her shoulder. You say you do but you don't deceive me Piren's eyes watered now- each scrawl was like a specifically formulated jab at the fact she was no longer in love with Tatwu. It's hard to know they're out there

Zane could read each as she flipped through them I'm scared but I'm okay, read one, There's nowhere, to move on., read another. Are you happy you never told him?

Piren's hands shook, It's hard to know that you still care. She dropped the paper. You're going, going, gone, the next read. Go ahead and tell him what you never said, Dear~ Piren's eyes widened as another fell into her hand. Yes, tell Zane, who is standing next to you. She yelped and tossed the paper away from her as though it burned her. A small girl came skipping through, kicking up the snowy tufts of paper.

"Dead hearts are everywhere~" The little girl sang. Her blue dress bounced, the petticoats underneath flouncing like the big bows in her hair and on her dress and shoes, quite contrary to the macabre scene she skipped so cheerily through. Her feet smashed into skulls and mostly-decayed bodies. With the clattering of falling wooden blocks and snapping of sanity as her rhythm, her eerie and innocent voice rose into the air, "Dead hearts are everywhere~"




[Here is an OOC note on what has happened in the circus: These papers contain the thoughts of those close to your characters who have died, their fears, things they've hidden, people they have killed, and if your RP characters come from a different cannon, these can even be thoughts of characters from those cannons. However, if they fall under latter, You absolutely must not allow them to recognize the people as anything more than a dream- I also give you my permission to say they had a run in with my character Keale in the past and she had said strange things hinting at their cannons. Note: as of now, if your characters remember their cannons they come from, I will ask you to edit it out. These cannons or backstories will come in on the second half of the RP. I repeat: You can hint at your characters cannon, but the back story you created for their move to the circus is still the back story they operate on.]
Edited by Himesama, May 10 2011, 02:57 PM.
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Zane

Zane's eyes grew three sizes at the spectacle before him. "Ta... Tatwu?" His brother's body had risen up from the ground. This couldn't be possible. No, it had to be a nightmare.

Notes fluttered down around him as he watched each one Piren read with horror. The handwriting was unmistakeably his, Tatwu's.

I can say it but you won't you believe me, You say you do but you don't deceive me, Are you happy you never told him? Go ahead and tell him what you never said, Dear~ ,Yes, tell Zane, who is standing next to you.


What was these notes going on about? The him what? Zane's mind was a mess as he caught sight of a piece of paper that had landed on his shoulder. He grabbed it and unrolled it, a feeling of dread in his stomach. How does it feel to know that I'm dead yet you're still alive?

Zane dropped the paper and snatched another from the air. We started this thing together but now Im the one who's gone.

"What...what the hell is this?" Zane muttered.

You were always jealous of me, I could see it in your eyes yet you followed me like a stray. Do you enjoy the feeling of knowing I'm no longer an obstacle to get who you want, to get her?

Zane's hand fumbled as he reached for even more of the papers. But even still, you're just as much a coward now was you were then. You cant fool me Zane, I am your brother after all.

"Dammit...! Whats going on?! What kind of sick joke is this?!" Zane shouted through clenched fists.
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Rickett

Rickett didn't smile, although he wanted to. He gave a bit of a half-smirk. Wow. She's really got a way with words hasn't she? I wonder were she learned that. Her parents must have had her educated a lot. Maybe her father was and author.

"Um, uh, okay." He said, ending the okay with sort of a high tone, so it sounded like a question. I don't feel like this is the correct thing to be doing when a circus member is dead. Well, maybe it will calm her down. Or, as she would say, calm me down. He thought. Then he wondered about her statement. She would make me a costume, and I had a side of the agreement. If only I could remember what it had been! And soon, with enough of racking of his brains, he remembered. "Yes! I was going to bush your hair! Strange, you seem to have forgotten to mention that, haven't you?.... No matter, a deal's a deal!" And with that sentence, seemingly full of joy, Rickett decided, he was going to seem as happy as he could, and drag others, (esp. Camille) out of sadness. An, he hoped with this new try, it would not backfire.
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She was silent for quite a while after he spoke his few words. When she finally sat down and found her fabric, she was in a terrible mood. No, she thought, I'm not going to lose myself! But, really, the way Rickett said "okay?" sounded like he was making fun of someone who had given a stupid speech and was being way to emotional.

"Hmph!" she said, accidentally, "Errrr..."

She found the fabric with her hands, and remembered why she was there. She was so proud of this! This was going to be her best work yet.

She held the beautiful, silky, masterpiece up for Rickett to admire, grinning, forgetting their argument, and anticipating a reaction. Gosh, she thought, Maybe I should feel bad for being this happy after Charles died...

She looked down, trying to suppress her smile, then looked up at Rickett again, and--naturally--had to grin, just seeing his face, which had still yet to develop a reaction.

Tears gathered in her eyes, perhaps because she was sad, or maybe happy.

Camille preferred to think that they were just having a party on her face, but more and more guests came in, some had to leave, and rolled right down her cheek, leaving a shimmering droplet on her precious fabric.
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When Camille said "Hmph!", Rickett's first thought was: Oh no, she's angry at me! I'm such an idiot! She hates me! But then, he got it into his mind: Wasn't that a little rude? Be respective to your elder, kid. But, no matter how hard he tried to sustain that state of mind, he couldn't. There was something about maybe how she cad calmed him, or maybe the way she spoke, or maybe jus the way she was, he couldn't get angry at anymore. Then she "Errr"-ed. Now, Rickett had practically no idea what this could mean. Maybe she didn't know what to say. No, it seemed like she normally knew what to say. Maybe her errr was supposed to indicate something he was doing wrong! Yes, it had to be somethig he was doing wrong. No, maybe he was over-reacting. It was like 'um' right? Maybe it was supposed to make the moment less awkward? Well, if he could say so himself, it really didn't. It made it more awkward, if anything.
All of a sudden, something was shoved in his face. As his eyes focused, he could make out what it was. Cloth. As it registered in his brain, it was the cloth that Camille herself made. And wanted to show him.It wasn't gorgeous, but it was beautiful. This was real skill, and entirely amazing. There were a few mess ups here and there, but it was amazing work for an eleven year old. It was something he could barely even imagine making. "This is beautiful, Camille. Wow, I love it! I wish I had this type of skill." He said, thinking that would be enough. With the moment of silence, he realized, it wasn't. "Really, Camille, I love it. It's amazing. It's fabulous. I swear." And, he convinced himself, it was. "It really sparkles, doesn't it? I bet that it would like nice under lights." He looked at her in the eye, and realized that tears ran down her face. "Yeah, under lights, I bet it would sparkle. Sparkle like little tears falling down the night's face." He said, and took her hand, a smiled. "I'm gonna say that it's all gonna be okay, alright? Even though I'm not all that sure I can convince you of it."
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Camille heard Rickett's first few words, he was less than sure of himself. After that, she let the words go right through her. Of course her fabric was beautiful; she definitely knew that already.

When Rickett grabbed her hand, she suppressed her urge to flinch, after he finished his staccato monologue, she pulled back.

"Yes," she said, as happily as she could manage, "It'll all be okay and all..."

She got to work sewing. Her hands were shaking like a madman's, but by the time she had threaded the needle, she was calm enough to begin.

Now her hands found the rhythm of sewing, and at that time, she followed her instinct, which, of course, was to chatter. Words gave her some solace, especially when they were nothing more than small talk.

"So," she began, "I know your arm length, but where do you want it to end on your arm? Since you work with animals, I can't imagine making the sleeves any looser than necessary, by the way."
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Alek stared at the papers in her hand. "No," he whispered, "I don't want them right now." His crying had, for the most part, ceased. The pain, however, remained. Valeria nodded and placed the papers on her nightstand. When she was done, she turned to him. After a few moments, she spoke.

"Alek, mind if I ask what you where gonna say before Piren came?"

Alek cursed inwardly at his previous foolishness. I love you, he had wanted to tell her. As if she would feel the same way. Valeria barely tolerated him most times. He couldn't blame her. He was an arrogant, selfish, annoying bastard-child. Alek shook his head. "Nothing, Val. Nothing." She look at him, her brow furrowed in worry. He opened his mouth, prepared to deny his feelings for her once more when the two heard a scream. Without hesitation, Alek ran outside... and froze.

He turned to the side and retched. Oh dear god. Coming up from the ground were bodies, and falling from the skies were notes. Alek reached out and caught one. You're a useless son. You weren't even able to say me, your "beloved" mother. He blanched. Reaching for another one, he read, You killed me. You left me alone and killed me. That's all you seem good for---murder. Alek fell to the ground, white and shaking.
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Valeria followed Alek outside and felt the color leave her face. All over the circus grounds, bodies were rising up from the ground as notes fell from the sky. A good few of them seemed to be previous circus members, some that Val recolonized.

Spotting Alek knelt on the ground, she rushed over to him and saw he was shaking.

"Alek?"

When he didn't respond, she bent down next to him and saw open notes scattered about around him
You're a useless son. You weren't even able to save me, your "beloved" mother, You killed me. You left me alone and killed me. That's all you seem good for---murder.

"What in the..." What was going on? The notes, it was if they were from Anastasia. But the horrible words written inside them, that couldn't be possible, could it?

Moving herself in front of Alek, she cupped his face in her hands. He didn't deserve this, especially after what had just happened with Charles. "Alek, look at me. Don't believe these notes. Your mother loved you. Even I could see that. There's no way she thought of you this way."

She then pulled him into a hug. "And dont for a second think you're useless. I know I've been guilty of saying that myself and I'm sorry. I say things I dont really mean sometimes and despite what I say, I do care about you and I know your mother did too."

Standing up, she grabbed him by the hand and attempted to help him up. "Come on, I'm getting you out of here, alright?"
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Each paper floated down, another nail in her coffin. Glorious intentions, a sea of doubt beneath her own Piren's frame, tall and proud as it always was, stooped under every scrap of regret and remorse that fell from the sky. You're not the first to dream this, little girl, You know it's never happened once in this world, That scrawl, the scrawl of the man she once loved falling down on her, beating her over and over in the sanctity of her mind- the words would never fade after branding themselves there. She never did what they told her to.

Never... what she was told... that's right, she never did. And they'll never see her dream come true And that's right, he'd never be avenged- but with each word scrawled out in his handwriting, Piren wanted to run from that. She wanted to run away from the circus and forget she ever had a responsibility to it, she wanted free.

Another paper fell, in her tight, horribly slanted script. How does it feel to know you could have had it all. Piren couldn't find anyone aside Zane here, who was just as pissed by the notes as she was disturbed. Her heart sunk down in her chest, like it was made of rock. There wan't anything she could think of she'd thought him a coward in. He was an excellent, brave fighter, he cared for her more than he had to, really, he kept her levelheaded, fed, and forced her to sleep. He took on her responsibilities when he had to- those weren't the actions of a coward. If anything, Zane was one of the braver individuals she trusted. Well, face facts, the few she ever trusted.

But now she fished through them she saw notes in her scrawl aimed at him- her thoughts when she was younger, in love with the tiger tamer, not the circus master. Begging him to notice what she was- curtly trying to validate her reasons for feeling, trying to, anyway she could, make herself feel better about the slightly shy animal tamer who always was dwarfed by Tatwu, who always held back when she never wanted him to, who sent her back on tingles when he would brush the hair off her shoulder, and the Tatwu would barge in and do the stupidest thing, a carefully inserted wedge between the only person she had thought might have been worth while.

And eventually she just accepted this. She accepted Tatwu had liked her- yes, loved her even. She had even loved him- grown love, but that didn't diminish it. She looked over her shoulder at Zane, regarding him with a fearful look as though she just realized if she hurt him. That wasn't true. She had seen little hints after Tatwu and ignored them, explained them away, and even now she could see them, even if she paid no mind. But it hit her in the stomach as a paper of Zane's blocky writing fell in front of her. You hurt me every day.

She blinked away tears as she hid the paper in her glove. No, this was a lie, these thoughts weren't true. They were clipped and manipulated- they had to be. If Zane had been hurt, he wouldn't have stayed. He just wouldn't have. "Sometimes, Tatwu..." she whispered lowly, afraid to let the words leave her lips, "Sometimes I hated you." Immediately she regretted speaking the words. She gave Zane another guilty look- guilt mixed with regret and sadness all lopped together on her face as she gritted her teeth and hit Tatwu's face as hard as she could, breaking the bones a bit and digging in her knuckles. A few shards of bone embedded in her knuckles, as she rocked back and tried to pull them out, her fingers shaking too hard to do anything other than send the bones further in as she grunted and grit her teeth. Would she bother to ask him for help?

No, Zane would do it anyways. He'd bend down and berate her, and pick the little splinters of Tatwu from her when her hands shook too hard to. Maybe that's how it worked. He'd help her along and both would hope the other would say something, but both would remain just as afraid as they were in their bumbling teenaged years. If Piren had not an ounce of pride, she'd throw herself at him and beg him to never let her feel alone or afraid ever again- to just kiss her damnit! But no, Piren was a sophisticated, strong, independent woman, she would never once ask someone to love her- if the ever could or ever did. She tried to pull a shard of bone out with a shaking hand- but ended up mumbling a curse instead, as it only dug deeper.

The edge of revelation, believing all the stories told a final moment taken before this story's end unfolds

Sometimes, Piren was just hopeless.
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Every note felt like a hot dagger to his skin. It seemed as if everything in his brother's script was nothing but words to bring up painful thoughts and regrets of the past. Time stands still for no man. If you dont act, you loose. I bet you wished you had been me.

It was one of the things Zane had always regretted about himself in the past. He was never impulsive and always put everyone before himself, including his brother. He had loved Piren, even before Tatwu had laid eyes on her. How many times had he felt the need to tell her, to let her know. Yet no matter how many times those thoughts crossed his mind, he never acted on them, he never moved to tell her.

Another note fell on his hand. The contents were written in a cursive script he knew to be Piren's. If only you knew, you'd think yourself a fool. Knew what? And a fool, that was something he already was. He had let her slip through his fingers once he found out Tatwu's intentions. He put his brother's own happiness before himself. He though he could be content with just being by her, but that was never the case. His feelings never died. And as much as he wanted to deny it, they were still very much alive.

Zane clentched his hand, wadding up the note. He had grown up a coward who lived in his brother's shadow and despite how much he had tried over the years, hardly any of that had changed. He still couldn't tell Piren how he felt and he still hesitated and put everyone before himself. Would their ever be a time when he just said 'fuck it' and done what he wanted for himself despite his fears and worries?

Wrapped in his thoughts, a small voice intervened ever so slightly, pulling his attention away. "Sometimes, Tatwu..." he heard a voice whisper, "Sometimes I hated you." Zane looked up in surprise. He knew that voice, it was Piren's. Yet why was she saying she had hated him? He had always though she had loved him more than anything. He was the reason for her revenge.

The next thing he knew, Piren's hand had crushed through Tatwu's skull. He watched as she feebly attempted to pull the pieces of broken bone from her hand. From her shaking hands could tell that this whole situation was affecting her a great deal. As if his body moved on its own, he knelt down beside her and started removing the skull fragments from her hand

"Well have to get this bandaged up later. Think before you do something so wreckless." he told her, jerking a piece from the skin above her knuckle. "I dont know what you read, but ignore it and keep moving forward, that's all we can do. Everything will fine in the end."

Whether he said this to comfort Piren or partly for himself, he wasn't sure.
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