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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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| Mai-Lynn | May 18 2011, 12:12 AM Post #231 |
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Zane "I took over where Tatwu left off huh?" Zane couldn't help but laugh a bit. Even now, it seemed like he was still living in his brother's shadow. He watched Pipkins tinker away at his bomb and was reminded of his brother. How different would things be if he hadn't been murdered? Where would they all be now? Zane's mind was now a cloud of confused thoughts and notions. Some part of himself wondered what would happen if he told Piren about how his feelings while the other wondered why he hadn't done so 20 some years ago. If he told her now, he could only see three possible outcomes: One, Piren would accept and return his feelings, as if. Two, she would be alright with it but still refuse him. Or three, she would be completely shocked and a refuse him straight out because of her attachments to Tatwu and the thoughts of guilt associated with being with his brother. "I'm glad you think that way Pip, I kinda see you as a son myself, but there's nothing going on between your mother and I. We're just good friends and that's all we'll probably ever be." Zane wasn't even slightly aware of the disappointment evident in his voice. It seemed whenever his mind was preoccupied, especially with her, he was never aware of anything. |
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| Himesama | May 18 2011, 01:38 AM Post #232 |
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Pipkins "You're really stupid, y'know?" He gave a sigh and set the bomb he just finished off, the same as the one before it, dissolving the bones and papers to mush. He turned his attention to Zane, flicking him in the middle of his head. "I mean she loves you, like really loves you.... just doesn't realize it yet." Pipkins gave a shrug "At least, I'm 70 percent positive." Then he trotted off. |
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| Mai-Lynn | May 18 2011, 01:50 AM Post #233 |
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Zane Zane rolled his eyes at his nephew before making his way back to the animal tent. 70% sure? Zane wasn't interested in percentages, probability, or chances. To him, there was only answers. She either disliked him or liked him, and he was pretty sure it was the later and not the former. If she did, he would have noticed, right? Zane walked up to Cere's cage and looked at the cat with a grin. She was curled up, sleeping away soundly without so much as a care in the world. In a way, she reminded him of how Piren had looked sleeping earlier. Speaking of Piren, he still had things he needed to take care of before she woke up. If she really was intent on having fun in like in their teenage days, Zane knew he better get the circus prepared for it. |
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| Froken-Blight | May 18 2011, 03:03 PM Post #234 |
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Camille Unlike Rickett, she responded immediately. "Oh, what you want isn't up to me, although it would look really good at 3/4s... yes... that's it! I'll just make the sleeve ending a little tighter than usual..." "And if you don't like it," she said, not believing herself, "We can just scratch it and make a new one." She had never said this, the fabric she was using was not something she was going to duplicate in a day, she had been working on this specimen for weeks, in fact. But she didn't really care. Rickett is what matters, after all. |
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| Himesama | May 19 2011, 12:21 AM Post #235 |
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Piren For the moment, Piren was the only place she ever felt she belonged; with ghosts. With the faint call of her memories mixed with her paranoia's, sometimes Piren only found answers from the insanity of her misfiring synapses. Like an Easter egg planted in her brain, there were always these slight, unnerving scenes that left her dizzied and in a cold sweat when she would jerk awake. She smelt lavender. She loved the smell of lavender. Bergamot, too, but bergamot didn't grow here. That grew farther north then where they were staying. Laying flat on her back in the grass, Piren watched quietly as an owl climbed out of it’s nest and stared at her with all-knowing almost black eyes. Zane had green eyes, like her, but Tatwu’s were a warm chocolate, so dark that they, too, were almost black. Wait- she hated Tatwu more than anything else, the assuming, arrogant ass he was. Why was she thinking about his eyes? The even breathing right beside her was comforting. She tilted her head back so she could see his face, grinning wildly as she did so. That was right… She much preferred Zane. Zane she could see herself settling down with, one day, after she had worked to her hearts content. Even if his constant lack of a shirt was unnerving—currently he was laying on it— she couldn’t say she was about to tell him to take away the view. Zane had the tendency to tease one about all aspects of love, unless you were being dead serious. “Boo~” she said, chuckling. She felt stupid for a minute, but hell, sometimes Piren could be a downright ornery goof when she choose to be—but she preferred being the complete hardass. For a second she entertained the idea of leaning in close—her hair was down though, it’d probably fall in his eyes or on his face, and really, did she want to risk kissing him and ruining their friendship? No. That’s what she told herself. ‘I’m like a sister to him. That’s how these things always work out. Someone gets hurt’ And that was why, aside some steamy one night stands and a few intoxicated nights of making out and stumbling into a room, only to pass out on the floor, Piren had never, ever been with a man. There were a few young relationships—she had gone to dinner with a man a few times and in the end they decided to go their separate ways—but relationships required putting yourself out and exposing things about yourself to the other, and that never sat right with Piren. She liked to hold her cards where only she could see them—but damnit, anyone else around had best show her their cards, and every last one, then she might decide to show her cards tentatively. She lay back down by Zane, this time, her head by his shoulder and his head by hers. She absentmindedly tangled her fingers in his hair, playing with it, her finger occasionally rubbing the side of his face. If Piren had turned her head- have seen the look Zane gave her— she most likely would have kissed him that night, and that little burning feeling in her chest she was actively trying to quench out for the sake of not being hurt would have flared into an inferno. She wouldn’t have pondered Tatwu’s strange actions, and thus, never have said what she was going to say, and saved herself years and years of heartache. “Zane…” She said thoughtfully, still staring past the branches, as though if she concentrated hard enough, she’d see past the leafy green foliage and to something more important- stars that were warning her, urging her not to say it, to keep it stuffed inside and wait just until he broke into a million pieces at her feet and grabbed her, begged her, slipped his hands around her waist and damned all the consequences of kissing her the way he’d always wished he would. But the truth was, the both of them were too cowardly to face one another honestly, and they’d miss out. Her hand dropped from his head, as though there was no need to feel close to him—what was the nagging voice in her head saying, look at him?— and continued in a soft whisper. “I’m thinking about Tatwu now. The owl… it looks kind of like him, in the dark eyes…” She let the sentence linger for a moment, her eyes fixed on the owl that was looking down at her. Go on, say it, it seemed to urge her. “… I think this means I kind of, horrifyingly, might like him.” Zane was dead silent. If Piren had looked at him then, she’d have seen the tiny glass stars in his eyes fall and shatter to dust. For a minute, he didn’t breath and looked at the owl—damn that thing to all hell a million times over. Damn it, damn it for playing such a sick joke on his chest. He’d most likely have rather told it to peck out and consume his heart slowly, than to regard him that taunting, agonizing, look it gave him—that accursed bird had to be laughing at him. Look, I’ve got her; I have her like everyone else. By the time I’m done its sloppy seconds for you… if I’m ever done. It seemed to say, its eyes almost seeming to roam her body, peculiarly conniving and sparkling with the sadistic look of a puppeteer. “… Go for it.” He finally managed to say. … That’s right, Zane didn’t care about her at all. And then the reality and memories faded as the floor fell out, sending Piren an Zane falling. Bits of memories flowed by as the owl's face imprinted itself on her mind, the amused chuckling appearing from nowhere as the Zane of her memories grabbed her hand. The owl transformed into Tatwu, standing in a solid ledge like the ones in the acrobatic's division- solid, sturdy, unlikely to ever fall. She grabbed on to his hand. "Sorry, dear, but you'll have to choose. One of us will be a ghost." Tatwu smirked at her, his wild blonde hair in a mess around his face and down his back. "What an interesting face you'll make so soon~" He added, blowing her a kiss. "You always made the best faces." Zane was fading as he looked up at her, an Piren glanced back at Tatwu. He was also fading. "I, 2, 3~" Tatwu counted calmly. "If you hold onto us both, we'll both become ghosts, dear. One or the other, come come, choose again." Piren let go of a hand. And then she sat straight up in her bed with a start, dizzy and broken out in a cold sweat. Edited by Himesama, May 19 2011, 12:23 AM.
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| Mai-Lynn | May 19 2011, 01:34 AM Post #236 |
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Zane Zane scratched Ceres behind the ears playfully as the tiger tilted her head in pleasure. She stayed this way till she caught a flap of movement from the corner of her emerald eyes. She turned her head to the wires stretching across the ceiling and growled lowly. Zane looked at her in confusion. "What is it, girl?" he asked, tracing her line of sight to the wires. It was then he saw what Ceres had been looking at. Perched there, still as a statue was a brown barn own. It's eyes were fixed on Zane and Ceres with an all-knowing look owls always seemed to have. Yet its gaze seemed to hold certain coldness to it. Looking back at its beady little eyes, Zane's face went from that of calmness to annoyance. "Damn rat with wings. If I had a shotgun nearby, Id blow its freaking head off" he spat looking back at Ceres. He then manages a small smirk and scratched her behind the ears once more. "Seems you dislike the too huh?" Hatred would have been a mild word to describe how Zane felt about owls. He had always despised the creatures since that one specific day. He had been lying in a small field with Piren outside the circus grounds. They always spent time together when they were teenagers. It was a part of being best friends. However, Zane had always liked Piren as more than that, more than a friend. He could remember everything had been peaceful, enjoyable as they laid there under the sun, taking in the smell of lavender floating by. He wised every day could be as that one, that comforting. Tings seemed as usual. Prien was in her bubbly mood, joking around. and then with nothing more than a few sentences, the world he had know came crashing down. An owl sat perched on a tree, its brown eyes giving Zane an ominous feeling, like that of an oncoming storm. No sooner had he noticed it did Piren go quite. "Zane..." he heard her say. There was something in the way she had said his name that he didn't like. He turned to look at her as she continued. “I’m thinking about Tatwu now. The owl… it looks kind of like him, in the dark eyes…I think this means I kind of, horrifyingly, might like him.” Zane felt like all the breath had been knocked from his lungs. Tatwu, his brother, she liked him? The man she had hated? Despised even? This couldn't be happening. He say silently for a moment, taking in her words. He knew Tatwu had been eying Piren and now that Piren liked him, was was there he could do about it? He wanted both of them to be happy, his brother and his best friend, even if it meant destroying his own happiness in the process. "... Go for it." he told her. "He likes you and if you like him, I see no reason not to." As he spoke, he eyed the owl in distaste. It was if its presence had been the cause of misfortune that day. Zane now stared at the barn owl with a look stronger than hate. Memories now alive, he picked up a stone and flung it at the bird. It screeched in protest as it flew from the stone and out of the tent. With a slight smirk, Zane turned back to Ceres wondering what might have happened if he had thrown a stone at the one in the tree that day so many tears ago. Could things have turned out different that day? Looking at the time, Zane threw Ceres a slab of meat. He had to finish up his duties before Piren worke up. If she had plans for fun, it was likely he wound t get anything else done for the rest of the day. |
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