Fantasy Cirque du Sommiel

[slimmyjimjim7]

Cirque du Sommiel is the circus of sleep, the infamous circus that appears in the backwoods of Stockbridge, Massachusetts. It appears without warning and randomly and by the next day it is gone, it's all under one large stripped tent held up by six posts made from chalk boards where people who want to watch the show sign there name on one of the posts with the chalk that litters the ground around them. And when they enter treated to a glorious show full of entertainment and wonder, spectacular and impossible feats. But there is a rumor that is spread around town that if you fall asleep during the show that they take you into their circus and you become apart of their show, for good. Whether you chose to sleep or not, trying to fulfill a bet, you lost a dare, or you're trying to disprove the legend either way if you fall asleep then there will be no way out. So, will you be able to stay awake or will you fall asleep and to the circus life you go.


The truth of the matter is the names are chosen at random from the names on the poles, one from each, the names appear on a secret document and the people are targeted and are either drugged with concession food or are gassed through a ventilation system in the seats either way audience members falling asleep is no random act. The circus is run by a mysterious demon who no one ever seems to see, his goal is to take as many souls as possible within the rules of the circus. When there is no show to put on the circus becomes invisible to the humans eye and intangible to the touch performers that are taken in can leave when the circus is not in use but if they don't return to the tent before the next performance they die and their souls and put in the demons collection. Those who are taken into it are given a tattoo, this tattoo determines what kind of ability a person gets, these abilities help when people are forced to perform in the circus this can very from turning into a mythical creature to being able to perform magic. Another thing that happens to the people that are taken is their friends and family don't remember them at all and the names they had written on the poles are gone, it is as if they never existed and are stranded on a colorful island of misfits. During the day the circus is in the living world so that the people working at the circus can go out and do whatever they do but when the sun goes down it goes into the realm of the dead (not unlike the movie Spirited Away). That's why if someone doesn't return to the tent before sundown they end up dead and it also is where they put on performances for the inhabitants of the world of the dead. When it's time for new recruits to be made they go back and put on a show for the living along with that stealing away the newest people they need to keep running the show. These are the rules of your stay you can choose to try to escape or accept your fate.

 

[slimmyjimjim7]

Erik Sheffield

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The night was cool and dark but Erik felt like he was warm enough to fill the whole night, with the excitement of finally being noticed by his crush that he had ever since middle school. Her name was Ashley and out of no where when he had passed her in the hall today she asked him to go with her to the circus and he readily agreed. So here he was abandoning all of his mothers warnings and standing in the lights of the circus that were bright and inviting, he was about to walk in when Ashley stopped him and pointed at the ground around a post. Surrounding the post were dozens of chalks of various sizes and colors, she picked on up and wrote her name on the post in white chalk, then she handed him the chalk gesturing for him to do the same. Since the band was playing in full swing and the crowd of loudly talking circus goers he wouldn't be able to here her speak but her indication was enough for him and he hastily wrote his name onto the pole. Not having a moment to look at his handy work as the crowds of people flooding in pushed both Ashley and himself along into the inner tent. Finally when they had gotten into their seats Erik looked down to see that he still had the chalk in his hand he smiled down at it shoving it into his pocket doing so as carefully as possible not only so he didn't break it but also because the show was already starting with something interesting to see in each ring.

 

[HollyLeafForever]

Tsubaki had been sitting at circus for hours, since there first show started. She had brought extra food for Angel and was loving everything they did in this Circus. She had watched with so much interest and amazing meant in what some of the people here could do. She had always thought she had a talent but she could see these people had so much more then she.


She loved watching every single performance with a careful eye, remembering everyones stage name and special ability. She had of course remembered to cry at the sad parts and laugh at the happy parts!

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Too loud. The police sirens were blaring loudly to alert everyone in the fighting ring of their arrival. People of high class scrambled in an attempt to avoid the police officers that burst through the entrance. One officer approached Quinn but was forced to stop because Kita stood protectively in front of her. He kicked her away when she leaped at him. Quinn charged at him on all fours and managed to rip a chunk of his neck before Kita nudged her towards the exit. She ran as fast she could with hands and feet bloodied from the gravel until reaches the circus. Quinn placed her bloody hand on the post covered in names before crawling miserably into the circus. What she saw scared and amazed her exhausted before she fell unconscious.

 

[The Doorman]

Markus could feel the heaviness of the humid air within the circus tent weighing down upon him as the show started and one by one the performances were revealed to the audience and the spotlight fell on them, his slightly long fingernails grazed restlessly over the wooden armrests of the chair he sat on, ruining the finish, he wasn't supposed to be here but he didn't know just where he had meant to be.


He couldn't see it...


He couldn't see anything outside the glaring heat of the private lights that burned sweat upon the performers as they juggled their acts in infinite limbo... "Now we direct your eyes to the right of our 'stage', welcome in- Illius the Tamer, Prince of the Beasts!" The sound of the announcement along with the crowd's applause echoed in his ears as if time was moving around him and not with him, but at the same time the speed stayed... Relatively the same... The light shot down into his eyes, cueing his start and dragging him from his "throne" where he sat... When he'd rested his head on his hands, he didn't remember, and why he now stepped down short steps towards a plethora of beasts, he didn't know.


But it felt natural.


How it felt natural, when it had begun to feel natural, why it felt natural, and where this 'natural' sensation lie, once more... He knew not the reasoning or the rhyming of this nonsensical motion, the movements that pulled him towards Siberian tigers, lions from Africa, bears with great claws, and wild horses... Had he entered the forest? The prairie? The jungle? The polar of the grizzlies might argue that he'd entered the arctic but he couldn't tell, no, he couldn't tell what had happened but he felt like he was there for the entertainment of the audience that now came into view.


The audience that stared down at him as if expecting something... Something glamorous.


What was this glamor they watched for? The jingling on his hat rang in his ears like church bells, startling at first but he felt relief when he noticed they were just what they were, and at the end of two identical rows of beasts big and bigger, where wild elephants turned and roared in the man's direction, he stopped. Spinning on his toe to face the beasts he heard the seemingly disembodied voice speak. "Now, this is Illius' first performance in this fine establishment, would you give us a wave, Illius?" And as if being pulled by a string like a ventriloquist's doll, he twisted around impossibly and waved, his asymmetrical sleeves flapping, and though he could feel the sweat build he felt no urge to wipe it away. Just the urge to perform... Oddly enough he began to feel.. Almost cocky.


Overly-confident, but when did this become as such?


He twisted back to stare down the oncoming onslaught of ogling eyes, one by one overwhelming with open gaze and pupils ovular and narrow. From an undisclosed location, unknown even to young Markus, he pulled whips and cracked one towards the lion and another towards the lioness, driving them back as a sadistic smirk unfamiliar to the tamer appeared on his smooth face, here leapt the tiger over the tigress over the grizzly over the polar, fur glistening beneath the light, though unruly it was orderly in the confused man's eyes, was he a man, a boy, or a beast?? He now asked himself to get not a single response, and one by one the beasts began to follow his commands and the Cheshire grin on his lips grew, the animals stood nose to tail lined up from low to high, much like a stairccase, which he chose to traverse.


One foot by one foot.


Step one, step two, lead him to tread lightly with a weightless step on the lion's maned head, onto the lioness' shoulder, and across the tigers', the bears', and the horses, to the larger horses, to the... Where did this rhino come from? Oh well. He walked atop the rhino's back, to the asian elephant's, and with an agile step onto the African elephant's tusk he pushed himself into the air and landed gently on it's neck, turning to see the audience, their flashing cameras and the sound of their cheering before the focus was moved.


"Wow, isn't that amazing! Good job, Illius, oh, what is going on over here?"


At this point Markus was beginning to notice something... The ringmaster... Wasn't she a lady? If that was the case, this disembodied voice was all in his head... All in his... Head... He continued performing, but his focus was elsewhere as he tried to locate the source of the sound of clinking chains.


But what was... Police? But why? Why were there... Police?


The animals scrambled back to their large and linked cages and Illius disappeared with them, it was as if none of the creatures had been on stage to begin with.


"Well that was bloody eventful, eh?" Illius' eyes glowed eerily but the animals didn't react much, making quiet noises in response to his talking.


(Whelp, might poof but whatever, don't get the police thing but I'll roll with it til blubby.)

 

[Sulfirious]

Maximilian frowned as he watched the events of the circus unfold in front of him from his little perch were no guests ever looked. It was quite chaotic for a time, where police had waltzed right in, during the performance, following a figure whom had run inside and passed out. There was blood on the girl's hands and she seemed very exhausted. The checkered mimic dropped from his spot, ignoring the rest of the chaotic happenings around to look at the girl closer. 'She is, quite young.' He thought with a small sigh before searching for any injuries on her small frame.


Max decided that it wasn't a risk to move her, and very slowly and carefully picked up the young girl and walked away, deeper into the tented area to where most of the recovered, or those who had fallen asleep, were kept until they awoke. Maximilian set the girl on a smaller berth, and with a small incline of his head he observed the room, then walked to one of the corners and lent against the post, waiting for any sign of life from the girl.

 

[slimmyjimjim7]

Ghost was in her zone, flames a blazing sweat dripping skirt flowing outward only


fanning the flames. She took a long swig of the hard liquor only consuming a small portion of it the rest being sprayed out into a thin mist which was immediately ignited by her flaming torch creating a long stream of flames which fanned out towards the croud. Her part of the show consisted of many of these drawn out breaths of fire mixed in with short bursts, spirals, back flips and at one point putting her hand in front of the burning flames loud gasps being heard from the crouds. Stupid humans, being so amused by such arbitrary things and not understanding the true wonder that the flame was actually going straight through her hand.


It was only half way through her fire wipping act that she felt them, the signitures being burned into her skin, one was burning itself into her hip the other down her back one was just a blotch on her upper arm. The burning was so agonizingly painful that it made it difficult to perform but she carried on. Even with the pain she didn't hate it, the burning was the only time she felt alive which made it easier to take people from their lives and into the depths of the circus. The signitures always made her wonder who the new arrivals would be, what role would they play in the circus, how long they would last. Ghost had always made it clear how she felt about new arrivals, she looked down upon them seeing them as ignorant fools. Until they had lived as longas she has then they wwould always be ignorant, but none of them ever lasted that long always dieing out by either an accident in rehearsal, not making it back under the tent by sun down or just by being bought out by another demon. She was alone in her knowledge of the circus, when her act was finished she exited waving and smiling, taking a few bows on her way out. As soon as she disappeared from view her smile dropped her shoulders slouched and she stared dead ahead on her way to tell the circus owner his good news and to make the preparations of the new arrivals. She passed by two police officers stopping she asked them, "is there something you're looking for? " they looked around like they had lost something but were unsure of what they were looking for and replied, "oh, nothing miss." Then turned and left just as Ghost was giving a devilish grin knowing that a victim had already been taken by the lure of the circus.


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Erik watched in aw as the circus played out, though his attention was mostly dirrected at Ashley ready do anything to make her happy. He had already given her his jacket and bought them each a bag of roasted peanuts and now her hand was slowly creeping towards his. At first her figers were lightly laced in his but not two minutes later their palms were firmly pressed together, Eriks heart was racing and he could not have been happier at that moment. He only wished he could've enjoyd the moment for it was slipping away from him as his vision blurred passing in and out of consciousness, determed to stay awake he shook his head blinking his eyes a bit. But his efforts were to no avail as a second later he was slumping in his seat his eyes yearning for sleep until finally he had given in and was fast asleep. Little did he know but he was long forgotten about by his companion who immediately dropped his hand and turned her attention tocthe show forgetting that she had even come to the circus with another person.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Quinn struggles as she fought against the invisible threat that kept her unconscious. A menacing laugh echoed throughout her mind and sent a chill through her small frame. She reached out for help and growled at the shadowy figure before a searing, burning sensation began in the center of her chest. Twin orbs of molten gold glowed brightly as the tattoo was branded into her very soul. Quinn jumped off what she had been sleeping on and backed into a corner. Two little furry ears had appeared through her wild white mane, a matching tail poked through the tattered clothes that clung to her body, and her eyes still blazing with fear and fury. Not safe. Person dangerous. These thoughts drove her father into the corner with her eyes locked on the man across the room. Quinn let out warning growl laced with the pain that continued to pulse from the tattoo.

 

[Anno Bane]

"Welcome to cirque du sommiel, the most fantastic, whimsical, extraordinary, shocking show on. We have it all folks, an act to please each and everyone's taste. Do you like animals?" the small kids in the front row yelled, and Constance made a backflip from the small round platform, used for elephant taming. "If you like animals then you will love our tamer Illius!" a light graced Markus, and he sat in a chair, he looked slightly confused. Constance thought that she had explained everything to him, so why wasn't he doing anything? Panick arose from her inner and she was startles when she heard one of the elephants large roars. But then after a while Markus got up and she looked at the crowd her smile back in full display.


Get out of here, she thought to herself as she noticed a young boy and girl a couple of rows behind the screaming children. He was paying attention to the show while still glancing at the girl next to him. Young love, eh? Maybe she should... no later. Markus was done behind her and she turned to the crowd, he microphone flashing red indicating he was done and it was her time to speak again.


"WOW folks, I don't think Illius could have asked for a better crowd than this!" She noticed Maximillian walking away with a girl covered in blood in his arms. Did they already pick one? Why was there blood? Did she put up a fight? Anno looked at the crowd again.


"Ladies and gentlemen, people of all ages and shapes. Does something tickle your interest in our fine establisment!?" she asked and the crowd cheered. Her voice was sort of enchanting, she could feel it herself, and she loved to talk. She concidered herself a sort of expert in the matter.


"I must say, this crowd is marvelous. You understand how to make a girl feel special!" she said with a twist of the hip, making the men in the crowd edge to the front of their seats. "I will be back, and don't worry there's alot still to come. Now please welcome to the stage Fire Spitter!" she yelled and a cloud of smoke appeared in which she was hoisted up and away from the crowd. They were cheering at her and she couldn't help it... she liked the feeling. she yearned to be on stage. And a part of her hated the fact that she had to share with her family.


She loved watching Ghost perform, just as much as she loved the sight of Markus' wonderous taming skills. She envied them, they were all so special, so talented, bot naturally and unnaturally. She was there only to announce their greatness. Anno was startled. How could she even think like that. This wasn't a circus, it was a deadtrap and she had stepped right into it.


Ghost was done and what a show she had put on, Anno looked down at the stage from the trapez she was sitting on. How did Lovina do this every night?

 

[The Doorman]

(Maximus? Illius is his stage name and Markus is his actual name, oh dear, I did fill his character thoroughly enough so that at least that is clear, right? If I didn't I apologize but I must skedaddle!)

 

[Sulfirious]

Maximilian watched carefully as the girl reared in pain then sprung up, hissing and growling furiously. Max allowed a small smile onto his face as he took a light and innocent tone, unlike his actual voice, which is deeper and can be intimidating, "Hello there, its good to see that you're finally awake." He looked the girl-creature over carefully, "I wouldn't move too much, as you were injured a bit, I can help you with that if you wish." Max didn't make a move towards her, afterall, she was looking a bit cornered simply by his presence. "And I'm not here to hurt you.." The last bit was much like his voice, and Maximilian winced, hoping she didn't catch the rather noticiable difference, though she probably did.

 

[HollyLeafForever]

Tsubaki had watched with awe as the show continued, she loved seeing the different performances. She held Angel in her hands as things got serious and the snake just slithered along, her body calmly. Tsubaki had wanted to wait until then intermission in the show ((If there is one)) before asking if she could possibly join the circus. She had a feeling somebody was gonna lie to her about something and then, maybe then, she would be able to show her work off to them.


She thought though that they probably wouldn't need a fortune teller, unless of course they needed her for like other carnies or something. She really did hope though that she could be accepted. No matter what she thought she would try to get in. Even if they were a bunch or murderers .

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Quinn heard the words but the adrenaline coursing through her body refused to acknowledge them. Unruly white hair shifted while she scanned the rest of the room looking from Kita. She fell back on her butt when the fury began to leave her system and her memory of the last few hours came back with a vengeance. She noticed her new Siberian Husky features that reminded her even more of Kita. Her ears layed flat against her skull and the fluffy curled tail lied flat on the floor. It started with a stream of tears that were interrupted by hiccups. She let out a haunting howl that rang out through the entire circus before breaking down completely while calling Kita.

 

[Anno Bane]

Was that a howl? Constance thought as she was decending into the ring, must be the girl Maximillian had brought backstage. Seems they had gotten a new freakshow act. Constance wondered if it was maybe Markus and his animals, but he was so good at keeping them calm, it couldn't be him. Markus was as remarkable around animals as Ghost was engulfed in flames.


"What a performance, am I right?" the crowd cheered once again. "Let's see what else we have in my magical hat i borrowed from our own spellbinding magician Archeus!" Anno took of her hat and put her hand in, and with the help of a little contraption in the hat, that Hannibal had taught her she pulled out a white dove and it flew around the ring of audience and then onto her shoulder. "Please welcome..."

 

[Sulfirious]

Maximilian paused as the girl searched around for a moment before she began to.. cry? He had no idea what to do as the girl let out a howl, but he didn't want to risk getting closer, however he took a small step forwards, muttering quiet nothings to try and calm the girl down. Max crouched lower, closer to the girls level and stopped, waiting for any sort of reaction from her, but after a minute the mimic decided to speak up, though quietly. "Hey there, theres no need to cry now, uh.. My name is Maximilian, but you can call me Max. Can I ask your name?" He spoke soothingly, and tried to meet her eyes, despite the fact she was looking away. Max didn't move anymore as he fell silent, in both curiosity and fear of startling the girl and upsetting her more.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

Quinn's sobs began to slow to the occasional sniffle while she listened to the man talk. He didn't smell like a threat but something still didn't feel completely right. She tried to get what little words she could say together but her lack of speaking made it hard. Her mouth opened and closed for a while when she began to sound out her name. "Ish Quinn," was what came out when she attempted to say her name in a small voice. The fluffy tail wrapped around her small frame while she hugged her knees to her chest and rock slightly. She studied the room for any sign or scent of something familiar.

 

[The Doorman]

Markus' chains appeared within the shadow of the cage, which remained unlocked. He crawled out and closed the door behind himself and rested his hand lightly upon the lock so that it somehow closed as if by magic before he took hold of the chains and pulled it almost effortlessly backstage in the veil of darkness that was cast by the bright light surrounding, he stopped when the trail of cages was fully hidden by the wall and let out a sigh of relief, through this walk, however, not a single word was spoken. He looked around at the others but his eyes were lazy, not quite capturing the full brunt of whatever crowd or group lay strewn about around him in it's ever sparse consistency. He drew a line of the chain until they sat about their limit and drifted to the floor as if the resistance in the air were thick as the silence, and the beast fell into a dormant state as if he was a machine, turned off when his job was done and awaiting to be turned back on when the time came that he was needed for anything, this was the most he'd done since the last show when he was taken, and the smell of the bitter and greasy food the audience kept in their hands bit at his face, which twitched and his head shook it away with a certain disgust reserved for petty peasantry and dirty thieves that crawled amongst the streets, damp with dense and humid sweat from their unfit, thick or thin bones and bodies, they came at rest as well about this time, as did the sun when day became night.


Dark in his eyes was the faint glare of fear, himself trapped in this tainted body... It was surreal, really, how one could have full control but none at all... His eyes glowed in the faint shade of the coming and present night that haunted his very being, every move rattled the chains like the bones of the dead.


He was just beginning to remember what had happened, who he was, the feeling that ran through his blood was immense and his heart shook at the very idea of his past, that human will to escape but the painful sensation that told him this was it, he knew nothing about himself anymore as this was no longer his body, he was just the host, though more a puppet than anything. The young boy felt almost as if he'd aged a thousand years in a single day and it was odd. Odd how he knew and odd how he didn't know any, his mind was dim and dull like a street light, as if he hadn't seen the sun in days... Years... But it was less than twenty-four short and drawn out hours with the power to change everything.


He'd been calm the whole time but was overcome with a sudden panic that tore at the chains he wore, the monster within threatened to tear through his chest, and it's power surged through him like electricity.


Markus of beast's blood let out a maniacal bout of hefty laughter that shook the very ground he sat upon, the dangerous concoction he had come to be had yet to settle and the fumes burned at his mind like hot coals in his memories, for a moment his vision blurred, but the chains kept him contained.


Funny, how the tamer couldn't keep himself under control... He sure thought so. He was always so hard to understand but his mystery multiplied with the sweet bloody nectar of misery that pulled strings at his sanity, like snipping his fate with a pair of rusty bronze and brazen scissors almost as himself, he felt like a powerless genie in a bottle of ash, somehow he couldn't break through though it seemed so simple.


The silver metal cut his veins, crimson blood flowed from his flesh and the hat atop his head of platinum tumbled on the floor before he brought up a hand to block his sudden hysterical outburst, the likes of which he tried to control as it made blisters in his lungs burn with a pain like fiery crystals piercing him from within.


"It's quite... Uhu... 'Rich', isn't it... Starla? Mhmm... Hm... Hehe..." He snickered once before he finally stopped his mindless laughing. "I'm sure they... Mm, they have some mind to keep me quiet... Ha... I'm sure the stars are bright as ever, aren't they? I wouldn't know, I would not know... Uhu... Huhuhu..." Markus pushed the butt of his palm over his forehead, "Aaah... I really am going mad... Aren't I?"


He knew he wasn't truly insane, somehow he knew it was the inbalance, the fighting between himself and the beast. It flashed lightning in his storm of personality and emotion and caused chaos, wrieked absolute havoc, absolute mayhem in his mind. "Maybe it's better" if I stay quiet.





(Well this was interesting, wow. Um... See y'all when ya post.)

 

[slimmyjimjim7]

Ghost

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Ghost followed the howling to one of the many tented rooms in the circus and passed through the curtain that acted as the door, she looked over at Max kneeling on the ground, "what's this one's deal?" It was more of a demand for an answer than a question though she didn't much care for the answer. Whoever this person used to be they were no longer that anymore, they were part of the circus now, everything else was unimportant. Sooner or later it would all just fade away and each of the new comers would just be absorbed into the circus.


She walked over to the newbie kneeling down next to the half dog half child as it quivered in fear on the ground, she smiled at it a huge toothy grin, "a freak show...." she said in a sort of whisper that was more to herself than to anyone else. Ghost moved her hand as if to pat the young child's cheek but instead her hand moved straight through her face and she had to admit that no matter how many years past she would never get tired of seeing the first reaction a person has to seeing her pass though them. Now when she went through people they always felt something different, some said is was a warming sensation, others said it was like a cold mist, while another had described it as tiny sand particles that moved under their skin. Either way she would have no idea what it would feel like to this new person, when she was done with her party trick she pulled back her hand standing up again. She turned around to face Max once more, "the show's almost over how come you didn't wait til after wards to touch her?"


All performers knew that once a victim was taken they were put into a room then touched by a performer, all it took was skin on skin contact for a tattoo to start appearing and a change to start performing, usually right where the contact was made but not always. The new comers were taken to the secluded rooms because the performers had no way of knowing what kind of ability they would receive and a more dangerous one could cause major damage to the circus. This particular new comer seemed to not be very dangerous more scared than anything and at any rate the show would be ending momentarily and they would have new victims to deal with. "Are you going to watch after this one or take care of any more that are out there? Cause I can baby sit if you like." Her tone was sarcastic but she meant what she said she needed someone to get to the others so that they could get the welcome party over quickly, and she wanted it done as quickly as possible.

 

[Anno Bane]

Constance entered the back tent, as the new performer was giving the audience a treat. She wanted to see the person Max had taken backstage, and see what had happened, and if she was right. She dried away some sweat with a towel as she walked towars the tent-of-new-arrivals. She passed a "sleeping" Markus, but decided not to talk to him, as he still seemed a bit shaken up about the whole deal. She still remembered seeing him for the first time in the crowd, his eyes fixated with one of the acts, the act that took his freedom. She remembered the dragon tattoo she saw brand its way onto his skin. She remembered feeling guilt for the first time in a while, she felt bad for the boy who seemed younger than her at the time. But when as she watched him react and interact with the circus, she wondered if he was actually older than him.


Constance was sad seeing him lie on the floor, his powers were so strong compared to hers, she couldn't imagine his struggle. Constance didn't notice she was actually walking closer to him, she was drawn to him, for some reason and ended up crouching next to him. He was so quiet, she was doubting the fact that he was sleeping, and when she thought of this, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and she fell back in shock, her hands flying to her cheeks. What the hell was happening, she hadn't done this since...ever. She didn't feel this way about anybody, men were pigs, nothing more.


Constance jumped up and dusted herself off and walked away. Wishing that he was sleeping, and that he had not seen the look on her face.


"Please Markus, say you were sleeping!" she said as she walked for the last tent.


"Oh my God, i am so tired, i am exhausted, and the show isn't over yet!" Constance yelled as she entered the tent-of-new-arrivals. She saw the girl sitting in the corner, with her tail and ears she was most definatly a "freak-show" act.


"Called it!" Constance yelled and came closer to the new girl, she seemed scared, but Constance had no sense of personal space so she crouched down next to her.


"Hey i am Constance, and you must be a new act. Max she will be working with you right?" she asked the greenhaired man behind her.

 

[HollyLeafForever]

Tsubaki had left the giant tent a while ago. She had heard howling and lots of noise, her being the dummy she was, walked towards the tent with the noise. She peeked inside and saw a couple of the carnies, then she saw the boy on the floor. She was instantly attracted to her, even though he seemed to be part wolf, she was mystified by his presence.


She went to step back but tripped over a log that was place around there, and fell into the tent. Inches away from the cute girls face. She was all wrapped up in the piece of tent that she had ripped when she fell, and was quite embarrassed as she was struggling quite hard to get out. Then she stopped and realized that Angel was not with her anymore and began to flip out a bit. But still staying nothing she struggled to get out from the confusing tent piece.

 

[The Doorman]

As for Markus, well... His eyes were most certainly closed, but he wasn't sleeping, no... He hadn't been able to fall asleep since the dragon had etched itself into his chest, well, except for the time directly after, he had been panicked and, as he was, he had a certain proneness to falling unconscious in times of great stress, and since then he'd only found himself in jester's attire. His eyes opened a sliver to see her and he let out a silent breath as if expecting something to happen, but nothing did, it happened to be that the girl, the ringmaster, seemed to not see that her power towards him never lay in her voice, she had the power to control him by way of chains, his cooperation in performing was just to elevate his strength, so that when the time came that the silver snapped he'd be able to destroy the circus that caged him to contain him, and to enslave him to the practices of an entertainer. As she turned away a devilish smirk played on his lips, his ever-alert mind ran with thoughts, this woman, this girlish woman was currently the only one with power over him, even in this state he could change that or keep it the same as the only power she had was contained in the key that kept the lock so firmly grasping his very being as a whole, though not appearing in the light of the circus tents, and only appearing in the shadows, they always haunted him.


He rose to his feet without the use of his hands, or force for that matter, and he peeked over at the woman before he approached the animals, they respected him, as should everyone else, though the fire-breather had fire so did he, though the ringmaster had authority, the freak shows had their quirks, the strongman had his power, the acrobat had flexibility, the fortune-teller had eyes, the puppet master had puppets, and the beast tamer had his beasts, but the beast had all of these things, and for what he didn't have he had the strength, the power, to take it by force, slippery as an eel he could twist his way through any trap, he knew things he had never learned, he could use his power and his beasts, his sheer personality to crush all who oppose like store-brand walnuts like up in the street on a sharp metal grid, the only thing, THE ONLY THING HE COULD NOT DO WAS BREAK THESE DAMN CHAINS THAT BOUND HIM TO SECRECY, no one remembered him or anyone here, and after a show he was getting sick of the feeling that someone was watching, listening...


They didn't know what they'd gotten themselves into, no... He was stronger than they'd intended and he knew it... But the chains contained him.

"I sure as hell hope you're happy, Starla, because you have taken my LIFE from me, y'hear that? My life is gone."


Silence.



(Dunno where I be goin, but somewhere's as good a clue as any!)
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[Shadow Alpha]

Quinn's guard was back up as she watched the strange red haired woman come closer. When the stranger's hand passed through her face, something snapped inside of her. Strange jagged black marks appeared on her cheeks and under her eyes. A deep growl emanated from her chest. The white haired woman that came close to her face received a look of uncontrollable fury. Long canines were bared and Quinn howled before she leapt towards the crumpled heap on the floor. Ivory claws shredded through the flimsy tent revealing a girl. Quinn's eyes glowed brightly as she stood over the girl snarling. She stayed in that position while she tried to fight her instincts.

 

[Anno Bane]

"Ups she is kind of a wild one!" Constance laughed as she neared the girl and started humming at her giving the others a signal to cover their ears just for a moment as she sits down and uses the tent piece to cover the clumsy girls ears as she starts to sing at the wild girl.


"I'm preying on you tonight, hunt you down and eat you alive, just like animals, animal, like animals-mals" she begins, smiling at her clever song choice, making sure the girl underneath her stayed still and that she did not touch her skin directly, though at this time she doubted she would leave the circus again.


"Maybe you think that you can hide, i can smell your scent for miles, just like animals, animals, like animals-mals!" she sang and remembered just how much she loved to sing, and how little she did it anymore.

 

[HollyLeafForever]

Tsubaki had been surprised and a bit scared when this female human/animal, jumped on top of her. She cringed a bit as the ring leader covered her. She jumped a bit as she seemed to feel a power coming from this girl. But being defiant and a bit scared she sat up and un-covered herself from the tent. "I'm so sorry, I know this is a bad time but I really must find Angel." She tried her best to say it quietly but she knew that this girl would still be worried and scared. She tried to stand up and fell down again, then she looked at the wolf/girl.


She had the look of fear, her eyes showed nothing but fear. Tsubaki inched a little closer to this girl even though she knew there was a good chance she would get hurt. Then she looked at the ring leader, "Do you see whats wrong. Shes scared, she thinks were going to hurt her and from the looks of things it seems as if you might." Tsubaki had a very worried voice. It seemed as if she cared a lot about this girl even though she barley even knew her.

 

[Shadow Alpha]

The voice of the woman with similar hair was calming the fury that made her blood boil with her voice. The song itself seemed to wake up Quinn's humanity and she relaxed her taut frame. Canines shrunk into shorter versions and claws retracted to a certain point. Quinn was left with her ears down and tail tucked between her legs in fear of herself and some sort of punishment. She knew the pattern because of the constant abuse she took from her parents and whimpered in anticipation for the blows to come. Quinn looked at the girl approaching and was flooded with shame. "I'm... sorry," she growled out softly.