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Ollie let go of Wexley's wrist when they were a comfortable distance away from the pub, and he looked at her with a confused expression on his face. "Why are you laughing?" He questioned, shoving his hands into his pockets. He felt slightly embarrassed that he had let his hair change and let her...

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A downside to Ollie's species was the inability to hide emotions well when not concentrating. His emotions were clear to the world when he felt them unless he made a mental effort to stay his usual appearance. And the bad thing about not being able to hide your emotions was the fact that Ollie...

Jake Murray Jake rubbed his sore arm as he looked around his bedroom. Unpacked, finished, decorated. His mother had done it up as a way to cope with the absence of her son, and had unveiled it with an enthusiastic 'Ta Da', along with a brief explanation of how it was 'exactly how he liked it'...

Ollie ran after Wexley, the feeling of safety gone, leaving him alone in the town with only her as his safety net. He didn't think they'd really be able to fend off townspeople, or the church. He pushes the pub door open for Wexley and holds it open for her, afraid of what waited inside but...

Ollie smiled, glad she had found her ribbon, and then nodded his head. He would have to be ready to go into town, because he'd already stepped outside of the cirque, and if he went back now he'd look like a complete fool. "Yeah, I'm ready." He followed Wexley, nervously looking around him. When...

Ollie smiled weakly, feeling slightly nervous at the prospect of going in to town. But he couldn't have second thoughts, how would it look if he backed out now, instead of going with her? He licks his lips before walking out of the door that she was holding open, smiling thankfully at her. He...

Ollie scratches his chin, "in town?" He thinks for a moment, he didn't really like going in to town, he didn't like the people, but he wanted to help Wexley. "Sure. You know which pub, right?" He asks, walking over to a small pile of shoes and pulling a pair of black pumps on. He didn't think he...

Ollie looked at her for a moment and pushed his own hair out of his eyes, before leaning over and taking the hat. He walked with it and put it back in the chest, before turning and looking at her. "That's uh... That's fine. I'm sure you haven't fully lost it, it'll be there somewhere." Truth be...

"Yeah!" He says, a grin spreading on his face as he walks over to a large wooden chest and kneels in front of it, he opens it and begins to throw fabrics and tools out of his chest, he finally finds a hat and turns to Wexley, offering it to her. "Will this hat do the trick?" He questions...

Ollie looked at the door and furrowed his eyebrows. He walks over to the door and opens it a crack as he looks at Wexley. "I wouldn't, no, but... Just... Don't touch any costumes, okay?" He narrows his eyes before opening his door and revealing his room much more clearly. There were half...

Ollie watches her go, his eyebrows raised and his hands in his pockets. He runs a hand through his blonde hair before shrugging his shoulders and looking at Wexley. "Id help you get back but it's more fun to see where you end up. Quack." He winks at her before walking off to his own trailer...

Ollie watched the vampire leave, then turned to look at Wexley. "Did you just quack at me?" He was slightly offended, but then, he wasn't. Wexley was drunk, it was no fault of her own. "For one-" He began, but was cut off by Duchess coming out of nowhere with a bucket of cold water, which...

"Ollie. My name is Ollie. Duck if you want, The Ugly Duckling is my stage name." He smiles a little and offers her a hand to shake, "what's yours?" He asks her. He was slightly confused by the fact that she thought that he would have tried to kill her, but then he didn't know what she'd gone...

Ollie stopped walking around the girl in circles, and shrugged his shoulders in front of her. He wasn't afraid of the girl, with her fangs showing. He had seen truly worse things, more magical and unexplainable things, that he wasn't afraid. Though, he still would prefer to stay on the right...

Ollie took his feet down from the table, seeing the wagon roll in making him feel slightly excited. He stood up, his hand still on the back of the chair that he was sat on. He walked forwards to examine the wagon closer, then saw the woman, her face concealed by the cloak. When he heard her call...

When Kora left him, he breathed out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and crawled out from underneath the table. Ollie stood, smoothing out his clothing and shaking his head so his hair wasn't in his eyes. His heartbeat returned to normal, and he took a seat at the table he had just hidden...

Ollie almost jumped out of his skin, a small scream escaping his lips. When he had jumped, he banged his head on the table, and yelped out in pain. Certain that he probably couldn't outrun Kora, Ollie stayed where he was and raised his hands as though he was begging. Well, he actually was...

Ollie dived under a small table, crouching underneath it and hoping to God that Kora wouldn't see him. He slowed his breathing, genuinely fearing for his life. He brushed some dirt away from his trousers and bit his lip, before covering his mouth with his hand. He didn't particularly feel like...

Ollie stopped smiling, his eyes widened and he stepped backwards slightly, eager to get away from Kora. "Please don't kill me..." He begs, before biting his lip. Deciding it was probably safer to turn and run, Ollie did just that, turning and running in the direction of the food area, hoping...