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Multiple Settings 🎪 A Circusy Escapade 🎪 OFFICIAL GROUP ROLEPLAY

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Weeld ran into the forest. She ran and ran and ran until her feet were sore. Giving an exhausted sigh, she sat on the ground. Hugging her legs.

“Why take them away!! I don’t want anyone to get hurt..!!” She asked herself unanswerable questions, staring up, the tops of the trees swaying in the wind of the gray skies.

She tugged on her jester hat tails, in an effort to calm herself down. The yellow bells jingling could be heard within the forest.
 




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A sudden set of jingling caught his ears and Wither let out a low whistle. Amidst the forest trees he too strayed upon, sat a young- by the looks of it- dainty girl who followed up on a recognizable uniform. What were the odds- another circus worker! And by how she sobbed, it was no question why a clown was set astray from their tent. It meant their tent had vanished- one from thick purple smoke.

Mikazuki- Wither, correction, had seen it all. He too had ran from the catastrophe, but then again, he wasn't necessarily working in the circus. He had left that long ago, but seeing the pale girl just made him shiver with the memories it brought back. Why exactly was he still lounging around the tent you say? Well, over the years Wither didn't technically cut all connections from his past out of his brain-certainly not! Though however much he hated working in that wretched place, he made good moments that should be remembered. And as they always say in the circus of clownery; 'One shan't ignore the others need in life- even if it may be a joke!' And he of course was going to follow through with the 'rules'.

Wither, with a meaningful stride, jingled the bells from his wrists so it echoed the girl's bells- which she continuously rung too. He was supposed to catch her attention, in hopes she wouldn't be terrified of a random 'clown' in a dark forest. He brushed off a few leaves that nestled on his hat, then extended a hand out to her. He would be wincing if she screamed, but if she took his hand, he wouldn't have to see those ugly, disgusting tears. He let out a amused taunt.
"A fellow 'clown' crying about a lost tent?"


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Weeld ran into the forest. She ran and ran and ran until her feet were sore. Giving an exhausted sigh, she sat on the ground. Hugging her legs.

“Why take them away!! I don’t want anyone to get hurt..!!” She asked herself unanswerable questions, staring up, the tops of the trees swaying in the wind of the gray skies.

She tugged on her jester hat tails, in an effort to calm herself down. The yellow bells jingling could be heard within the forest.
*Sonnet never particularly cared for the circus. The music was corny and the show was largely for kids. But, her latest escapade had seen her catch a pickpocket and return a stolen wallet to its owner, a fire eater at the circus in town. He was so grateful, he begged her to come see his act at the circus on the house, so she decided to go along with it. She sat near the fire eater's ring, planning to leave once she saw him. But she never got that chance.*

*During the show, a storm started to build up. Then it got worse. A LOT worse. Sonnet started to get worried about her bike and about the circus tent. Eventually, she got tired of waiting and ran outside, not a moment too soon. The ground started to crack under her feet and the storm boomed over her head. Before she could run back inside to warn people, a strange purple smog started to fill the circus. Out of caution, Sonnet ran, outpacing the smog by no more than several feet. When she reached her bike, she reached to start it, only to notice the smog had stopped. The entire circus had disappeared into it, from the main tent to the performers' tents to the vendors, but then it stopped. But even more bizarre was the silence. No panic, no fanfare, no cheering, no laughing, nothing. Like the circus had been replaced by the smog entirely. Hesitant to touch the stuff, Sonnet donned her helmet and began driving around the smog, trying to see where it came from. As she passed by the forest, she heard faint jingling in the trees. Her bike screeched to a stop. Slowly, Sonnet got off her bike and called out.* “Uh, hello? Is anyone back there?”
 
*Nate coughed as he looked around the forest weights he was running with lay forgotten on the trail he was using. The storm had seemed to come out of no where the wind rippling through the forest kicking up drit had caused him to stop and cover his face he blinked as he heard a faint jingle coming deeper with in he shrugged and started to make his way towards the sound. He stops abruptly as he hears Sonnet call out. He answers as he makes his way through the woods off the path.

"Hey everything ok...that was pretty nasty anyone hurt?"
 
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Eventually hearing another set of bells jingling, the clown slowly looked around at the other. Slightly shocked at the appearance of another clown. He looked like he had definitely come from her circus. Maybe she knew him? She certainly didn’t remember him.. Though, maybe this meant others were unharmed as well.

“Yes...” Weeld said with a pout. “You aren’t hurt, are ya’?” She asked, Then, Weeld stood up from sitting, giving him a curtsy.

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Weeld whipped her head around, bells now jingling even more. Trying to find the source of the others talking. She turned to face Wither, a huge grin taking up her face. “Wowza! Mista’, Didja’ hear that?! It seems like there’s some others who’s alive!!” She announced with happiness.
 




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He frowned, dropping his hands to his side and pursed his lips. He honestly didn't care whether anyone was still wandering around and wondering what happened to the circus tent. This girl acted as if she knew him too! She also happened to curtsy, but then again, weird stunts were tradition. He guess an introduction would do some help before they spoke anymore.

"I unfortunately can hear the lousy voices from the visitors of the tent, thank you very much. But I am so ever curious of M'lady's name...?"

He gave a mocking bow to accommodate her welcomes. It wasn't long before the sound of footsteps and twigs breaking became louder. He averted his gaze, searching past the wilting branches. He could've sworn he heard a girl's and a boy's voice- the thing the other clown was talking about. Wither was deciding whether to take a few steps back and run away from this situation because he had nothing to do it with, but for some reason he stayed riveted to the spot.

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The tight rope swayed as his foot made contact with it, but as practiced, he balanced evenly on it. The crowd cheered all around and he had the urge to speak-but he didn't because a egg on a stick was gripped by his teeth. Music thrummed in Mikazuki's ears as he glanced at the director who was the one behind all of his stunts. It was mandatory for most actors that go on stage to do a certain set of tasks the director asked for. He was one of the main 'players', but there were more. It would vary from common and dangerous to new and simple stunts.

Everything was going just fine when he had heard gasps echoing. He was confused until he heard the snap too. The stick fell out of his mouth, and Mikazuki panicked mid air with flailing arms. This wasn't according to the plan- something must of cut the ropes! But how, why, and by whom? But even the side workers who set the ropes up were stricken and everything that was happening was a complete mistake. This was an easy stunt, yet how did something so easy go so wrong?

His head met with stone. It was a lucky platform, better then fire at least. Now you know a partial reason why Mikazuki hates this circus.

End of Flashback...

Wither tilted his head to the side, leaning on a tree as two figures popped into view.

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*Sonnet walked into the woods toward the voices and jingling bells. She picked up into a jog until she came across a Blonde boy following the same bells she was.*

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“Hello there! I take it you’re just coming from………..whatever just happened to the circus too?”
 
*Nate stops as he notices Sonnet a bead of sweat trailing down his face. He let's out a stream of air as he catches his breath he looks around the sound of the bells heard every now and then.*

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"Circus...no that's not my cup of tea not really a clown guy you know what I mean? But I was jogging when that nasty storm kicked up out of no where....what happened at the Circus it knock down the tent or something you know if anyone got hurt?"

*He flicks his eyes over Sonnet taking her looks in before he hears the bells again.*

"IS it just me or dose it sound like there's more of them?"
 
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*Sonnet grimaced.* I'll explain soon, but all you need to know is the circus is gone. First, let's find those bells. There are probably some circus members who got away from it." *Sonnet turned and started off after the jingling, waving for the blonde boy to follow.*
 
“I was just checkin’.” Weeld replied honestly with a shrug. “You’re welcome!” Her eyes soon widened, as she let out a surprised gasp. “Me?? I’m Clownville Circus’ pie throwin’ clown!” She said with a chuckle.

Weeld clapped at his bow, then stopped and averted her head. Looking to the direction the sounds were coming from. Then, twirling her entire body around to look in that direction. She could hear the sound of twigs and leaves that were crumbling and cracking, very faintly.

Weeld’s eyes widened, she started doing calf raises. Tugging on the folds of her skirt in nervousness, and anticipation.

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*Nate shudders as he follows the woman towards the sound of the bells.* "Yea because when has that ever back fired on anybody...Running into the woods durning a spooky storm to the random sound of bells...." *He mumbles as he follows.* "Man it's going be a creepy As hell clown i know it...."
 
Weeld repeatedly stood on the tips of her toes, the sound of voices coming closer and closer.

Weeld waved, calling out “YOO-HOO! We’re over’ hereeee!!” She said, as she then erupted into a flurry of giggles. Almost losing her balance at one point.

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*Sonnet kept jogging into the woods toward the voice. Eventually, she rounded a hill and saw what would've been a strange sight: A small girl in full clown makeup waving and giggling to herself while she spoke. The boy next to her also looked like a circus member in colorful garb, but his face was thoroughly unamused, almost haunting in a weird way.* "Hey! You guys came from that traveling circus, right? You okay?" *She waved for the blonde kid to catch up and offered her hand to the short clown girl.*
 
Weeld stared up at her eagerly. “Yup! I was’ Born n’ raised there.” She added with a nod. “Yes, I’m okay. I’ve been better honestly.” She said. “Are you okay?” She asked, leaning partially to the side so she could see the blonde boy coming into her view.

She shoved her hands in the pockets of her skirt. Rocking on her heels, she looked to Wither.

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*Nate stopped dead as he entered the small patch of woods his eyes falling on the strange sight. He takes a deep breath and walks over to the other people.* "Well that's good to hear. So what is going on anyways?"
*Despite the fact he was trying to act nonchalant he was having an epic battle inside his own mind. He prefers not to judge anyone by how they look yet his fear of clowns is almost overwhelming his judgment to stay and help.*
 
Weeld turns to Nate. A giant frown taking over her once giant smile. “Even I don’t know.” She pouted once again. Beginning to tug on the ends of her hat. “It was just there, and now.. it’s not!” She gives a long sigh “A case of Now ya see it, now ya don’t.” She stated.

“Unless.. it IS around here somewhere..” an idea began to form for her. “What if I can search around, To find it!” A determined smile took over her face.

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*Sonnet winced.* "Well, I would start with the big purple smoke cloud where the circus was, Sweetie, but let's take our time before going back over there. Are you two alright?"
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*Sonnet looked over the clown girl. She was surprisingly bubbly for a girl whose entire workplace just disappeared into a fog and the boy seemed rather detached and content for someone in the same situation. Meanwhile, the random blonde boy she met looked like he was in a lion's den.*
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Circus life of Pesh and the only effort of Pesh associated of circus life is the money associated with playing her gold harp at the circus. Pesh works at of the entrance of the circus, playing music of the people of many different artful endeavors, none of commonplace, commonplace never mistaken for lavender fields of pink poppies and pink roses around, lavender as such commonplace. February someone was sad of comparison of commonplace, though a Valentine card for them was joy. Fragile as never calling someone such commonplace, and of Pesh comprehending all existences are beautiful and very precious, the circus workers were reason of such after of her working of naivety of such profession, an after of shock of such human behavior, electrifying the small giggle of Pesh of hand covering mouth of early profession.

Pesh dislikes lightning and thunder, such of small, cute giggles of Pesh of during rain storms of such terrifying additions and careful playing of such gold harp, Pesh then unaware of different holding techniques of her complete harp, Pesh then lacking more cool playing techniques, unawareness; of Pesh.

"You can't." says Pesh of tambourine player circus performer who always asks if they can play her harp for seconds. Such circus tent always seemed dreary of Pesh, and of course it was never cool to think drear of blissful thinking or play such harp of blissful drear, either. Pesh was of such harp of such musical instrument of beautiful tallness aside Pesh, Pesh of long, flowy though not her waist, pink cotton dress covering her feet of pink high heels of unshiny fabric, such dress of long sleeves and very large arched neck emphasizer of watching as the tambourine player walked off nose-compassesque-at-the-ceiling of mere though endearing first seconds of such tambourine player walking away. Of the ground cracking, Pesh runs without her harp and barely escapes the crack and such evil black treasure, her pink hair of high side ponytail and hair of her forehead straight across her forehead of top of her eyebrows that are straight until the top and corners of her eyes aside her temples, then down of diagonal angle until the corners of her eyes.

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Trees were never as much of desperation until relief, such forest trees the relief as Pesh adores plants, Pesh then thinking she can sense other existences.
 
“I dunno..” Weeld replied to Sonnet, the sorrow etching onto her face again. She sighed. “The carnival ain’t over there, it vanished in the smoke.” She tells the group.
Turning her head, she looked to Nate. Giving a gentle smile, she waved at him. “Hiya!”

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*He takes a few steps making his way closer to the group he stops about a foot behind sonnet and nods his head at Weeld.* "So it's true then....what your both saying something took the circus?"

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“Of course it’s true, it just happened.” Weeld replies with slight panicked tone, continuing to pull on her hat. She yanked on the twin-tail ends of her jester hat so much, she lets it go, the bells hitting her face. “Yeouch!..I’m okay..”

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He smirked when Weeld had her bells smack her, still not yet fully accustomed to the newcomers.

"This sure is one odd bunch for a group."

Wither stated, flicking a bell from the other clown's jingling hat.

"And you should really, honestly, stop jerking on those or one of us might just get a headache."

He brought his own finger to his chin, staring at the blonde one and then to the girl other than Weeld. One just looked like a punk, the other some janky teen that clearly was a few years older despite the clothe choices. Their mini conversation of searching for the tent just felt dumb, because the tent had indeed left with a puff of smoke. They should devising out a plan on how to 'track' down the smoke, not bicker and fantasize on greetings that weren't even done properly in the first place.
"I do very apologize for interrupting this conversation of nonsense, but I have a feeling searching for clues is better than this? The smoke-well, purple smog looked like it was summoned by the common circus or magician tricks! The culprit or whoever is exactly behind all this has to have at least one of these traits or something similar, but I won't declare myself correct just yet."

Wither lend out his hand in a small gesture.

"Besides, Weeld, you don't even know if everyone here wants to help or not."

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*Sonnet patted the little girl on the head.*

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*Sonnet turned to the boy walking up to her with a slightly annoyed look on her face. She sensed more than a bit of condescension coming from him.* “Well excuse me for being gentle with the smaller one here, Detective.” *Se replied sarcastically.* “But yes, I am willing to try and help. Y’know, for someone whose place of work disappeared in a puff of smoke like some kind of magic trick, you don’t seem that worried about it."
 
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Frightening cacophony of the remaining of such earth cracking is existing quieter of such cease beyond such tall black and brown trees, and breaths are somewhat tired and of the mouth of Pesh after such running. It was such first relief of the opportunity of playing such harp again after dodging such terror at the circus tent, and then the second relief was the opportunity of existing of plants once more. Such forest of such bizarre welcome soon helped Pesh of happiness, such dark though of shining hope happiness. Pesh looked forward only, scared of what was of the circus tent, and started running again of fear of such earth cracking at her feet, similar of the birds and forest animals. Pesh hears such small white rabbit of sounds of hoping of help with such beautifully precious paw sadly of heavy tree branch, and Pesh kneels of quickness of helping it run of such forest. Of sensing such other circus workers or other existences, she runs of such.

Pesh is of lightheaded existence and touches such tree of helping, though remains very strong and reminds such self of existing beautifully strong. "You are all okay?" Pesh asks.
 
“Maybe..? But I’ve seen odder..” Weeld says, looking over at Wither as he flicked one of the bells. She quickly brought her hands down to her sides, “Right-o! Sorry..tend to do that when I get nervous.” She says with a hint of sorrow.

Her eyes widen as he starts talking, rubbing her arm. He indeed, was right. “Yes, ya got a point there.. this has been a silly convo…” Listening more, she nodded. “That sounds like it fits our bill.. Though, ya never’ know.” She replies with a shrug. “Never’ know unless we find out.”

When he had said that she didn’t know if the people would help out or not, she looked a twinge upset. “I getcha’.. if ya don’t wanna help out.... ya can..just- go..” She whispers the last words, digging her heels into the grass.

Feeling the head pat from Sonnet, she yelps from shock, falling to the ground. Her eyes twirling in shock.

Hearing the sound of Pesh’s footsteps, she turns towards her when she approaches the group. “I think so..? are you?” She asks her softly.

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