Fantasy They Have Come to Town

[LunaticLove]

This will be a reboot of the Circus. When the circus comes to town, the carnies must perform or be punished. These magical carnies come from all over, willingly or unwillingly, and draw large crowds who cheer for each act with unwavering uproar. So prepare for a night of... fun and wave goodbye to reality.

 

[LunaticLove]

Carriages and cages rumbled in a long line along the small, pothole-riddled highway hidden in the swallowing darkness of the night. Cirque de Dreamscape had finished their day of shows in the last town, packed in the night, and disappeared to the next place. The creatures and monsters had fallen silent in either sleep or meditation for the night some five hours ago, while Oliver and his hired hands kept watch as they traveled. Oliver had picked their next location as a mid-sized city a couple of hours away from their last location and had already sent one man ahead the day before to scope out the location.

Oliver was slouched in his favorite chair, watching as the lazy spirals of steam rose from the fresh cup of coffee nestled in between his palms. He was quite satisfied with himself after having counted his earnings from the busy weekend, separated paychecks for his hires, and safely stored the rest away to deposit once settled in the next town. In his head formed a mental list of what was necessary to purchase in the town as well as what he needed to make sure was cared for when the sun fully embraced them in around three hours. Oliver blinked away his sleepiness, stood, and made his way to the front of the caravan, being careful when walking between the moving cars, and ducked into the front car. The driver glanced up at him when he placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "48 minutes until we arrive at the location, boss." Oliver simply patted the man's shoulder in reply and ducked back out into the main caravan of cars. He walked down to Vasco's room and then to Isabella's room, knocking on their doors to wake them and tell them the time of arrival as well. He left them both with the message to wake the beasts and have everything set up before sunrise, he was going to take a nap.

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Dimitri had fallen into a fitful sleep several hours ago after tearing down the circus for the millionth time and helping pack up the whole thing. He had been shoved back into his cage after being used as a pack animal during teardown and left without any dinner. He was also not given any form of blanket for the evening, even as the cold night temperatures seeped from his concrete floor into his body. Even after being exhausted from shifting back and forth all day, Dimitri had gritted his teeth to keep the agony of shifting into his tiger form from escaping from his throat.

In a few hours time, he would wake with a familiar soreness in his muscles and even down to his bones, and he would make sure that everyone else was awake in time to not be punished by the trainers. For now, he floated in and out of sleep, snuggled into the tightest ball his large form could make, thankful for his thick shield of fur from the November chill.

(You may all make your first posts!
animegirl20 Radio_Rat66.6 Kazig slim PyroMonomania LazyDaze Yahhah Fearlesstiger )

 

[Yahhah]

In one of the cages rolling down the street a large mass of golden fur was just waking up. A particularly good dream. Just about to sink his teeth into a throat. Sullivan yawned. Maybe it was unhealthy to dream about killing people so much, but he was a man eating curse lion. Killing people was his sole purpose for existing. The fact that he hadn't killed a lion tamer yet was honestly curious. He nibbled a paw the size of a dinner plate. His nose quivering to take in the night air. Maybe a bit of pacing would help him get his mind off something so unobtainable as hunting. Oh to be wild again. Sullivan got to his feet. The top of his mane uncomfortably brushed the ceiling of the cage as he moved. Forcing him to duck to be comfortable. After a few laps around the comparatively tiny cage he sat back down with a huff. There were old claw marks on the cage floor. A reminder of his first few frenzied days of captivity. Sullivan lay back down. Moving his rough tongue over his chest to smooth his mane. He could sense the other denizens waking. The easiest were the animals closest to him. They always smelled like fear, which was understandable.
They were prey animals Sullivan was a predator, that was the natural response when something was trapped near something that would gobble it up in a second given the chance. If he was back where he was supposed to be Sullivan would have started the day, and ended it with massive roars to announce his presence and power to rivals and enemies. He didn't need to scare any rivals here. The only thing bigger than him in this place was that big dog smelling thing. And that wasn't exactly a rival. He ran his tongue over his muzzle. Whatever, just because he didn't need to didn't mean he couldn't. Sullivan was a lion, and lions roared whenever they damn well pleased. It wasn't like humans could bellow to announce the day. Perish the thought of what a pathetic noise that would be. He opened his mouth and let out a booming roar. In Sullivan's mind it announced his power and almost sinful pride. To everyone else it was just a loud beastly noise, but Sullivan didn't quite care about that at the moment.
(Meet anger cat boi)

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Ace sat in a corner staring off into the nothingness. Her hooded eyes unfocused as she continuously flipped a golden coin in her right hand. Occasionally she flick it to her left, back to the right, and continue flipping it into the air.
"If you stare at The Great Lonely Nothing long enough you will see past it and into the nothingness beyond. Can nothing exist beyond nothing? Or is there truly something beyond the nothing? If nothing exists beyond the nothing then there is something beyond the nothing. But something is dangerous. Not as dangerous as nothing. Nothing is simply nothing and nothing can kill."
She drowned in her monotone voice. Her words rarely made sense, but somewhere in her brain they did. Sometimes she wondered if she had a brain.

...

Nasha stood near the corner of Oliver's room. Her scythes and blades were all tucked away with the other props, but they were props to her. They were home. She'd trained with those for so long she had forgotten the number. But now she was here - had been here for too long. She waited for him to return to the room. She would be silent unless ordered. Orders. She hated orders from him. He was selfish and greedy in every sense. She had seen some greedy people, but this man was the worst of them. She absentmindedly fiddled with the cuffs on her wrists, they didn't budge but she loved the feel of the cool metal. It grounded her and became a comfort. Oliver returned and she bowed at the waist.
"Anything I can do for you, Master?"
She asked in her usual lilting voice, thick with her Arabic accent and a velvety purr.

LunaticLove​

 

[LazyDaze]

Gannon Wednesday let out a sigh, generated from years of suppressed emotions. He had experienced many nights like this; moreover, they seemed to ignore the fact that he was nocturnal. He would have loved to go to sleep like his fellow carnies, but it simply could not be done. Days when they had to travel were always the worse. He would get his daily dose of sunlight to weaken him, less food (less blood), and spend the rest of the night feeling as if his skin was being peeled off as he recovered. By now, he had more or less grown accustomed to this, as well as gaining the ability to function off an erratic sleep pattern. At least the comfort of the night sky, even striped with iron bars, could put his heart at ease. It was not a bad idea after all, a supernatural carnival. Species of all kinds, coming together to display and celebrate their uniqueness was something everyone could enjoy. In another life Gannon might have volunteered to be part of such a spectacle; however, humans were always so close minded, even within their own species, so how much could he, a vampire, expect. Anything non-human was beneath them. Any potential threats must be put in their place, modern day slavery. Gannon shifted in his cart to a less uncomfortable position as his shackles rattled a reminder that he was a captive. He and his fellow carnies were all talented and unique in their own way; nevertheless, they really were just sad clowns having the painted tragedy on their face cheered and laughed at. Why anyone would pay to see such collective depression was beyond him. Staring once again at his shackles, he simple snickered.

"I at least thought I could pass for a human slave," Gannon said almost amused. He supposed they feared his abilities, and his will to escape. They would be right. The circumstances that brought and kept him here were...unpleasant. Not that he thought himself better than the "beast" like carnies, but he was being treated like a simple animal. Now that he thought about it, they all were, for the most part since he could not recall an unintelligent co-worker. Somewhere deep inside he wanted to walk away in a huff and say "I can't work under these conditions." However, he remembered the torture. (Regeneration wasn't actually beneficial in those situations.) He started to count the stars and make constellations in his head to pass the time. "I wonder if I'll fall today. That will probably suck."

 

[Fearlesstiger]

Fenrir slept soundly in his cage as the caravan moved. His years with the circus had left him used to be in cages though the late Fall weather was certainly helping. Despite the already cold winds the temperature was much colder in and around his cage due to his presence alone. It was a nice comfortable 20 degrees Fahrenheit in his cage causing icicles to hang from the ceiling of the cage and the bars to be frozen solid. Aside from the temperature difference everything was quite normal for the night time setting.

 

[slim]

The merman bobbed along in his tank as the caravans made there way to a new destination, a new hell. The rough motion of the caravan made the water churn as it slapped against the side of the tank and back and Ornn felt like a cork bobbing in the middle of a storm. Ornn didn’t have the energy to complain since the air coming in wasn’t a lot and was making breathing rather difficult. To prevent escape, the tank lid was sealed off so that Ornn couldn’t get out. The tank, unlike his other one where he performed, wasn’t made of glass since it could be broken with enough effort. The ringmaster didn’t want to worry about the merman and made sure he couldn’t get away during the confusion and their travel often brought. Instead, the tank was made of steel with no opening except three holes at the very top for oxygen. Ornn felt like a puppy in a box that was going to be a gift every time he was in here, but at least the puppies didn’t spend nearly a day in there. There wasn’t much space either and so Ornn felt his tail cramping as he bobbed around. The caravan stopped for a moment and Ornn felt relief flow through through him but then the jolty movement started once more. Ornn sighed and went back to head butting the wall.

 

[slim]

The satin between Isabella’s fingers was a nice comfort as she tried to distract herself from the uncomfortable trip. She had never liked bouncing around in a wooden cart but it was necessary for times such as this. Still, what she got out of it in the end was more important.

Isabella lifted up the dress she had been touching up during the trip and gave it a once over. The black satin was supposed to cling to the body like a glove and rippled like melted obsidian. The back was open and hung dangerously low, making it truly one of Isabella’s designs. She draped it over the cushioned seat she had been perching on for later and stood up to stretch. Her fingers felt like they had locked into position and her neck hurt from hunching over. She decided to ask Oliver how much more of this they had to endure.

It was tricky business getting from one caravan to the other especially while moving but Isabella wasn’t new to this and did it relatively with ease. Oliver’s caravan was neat as always and much nicer than the others, but it was to be expected.

One of the carnies was already in there and Isabella’s eyes grazed over her with annoyance before resting on the ringleader.

“Do you know how much longer this trip will be? I’m positively itching to get started.”
LunaticLove

 

[LunaticLove]

Stepping back into his room, Oliver ignored Nasha's presence and simply sat heavily down on his bed and flopped back onto the mattress with his hands over his eyes. " I could do with another hour or so of sleep, siren" he mumbled as he motioned to the light switch in the room, "turn that light off." He shucked his shoes off and threw the cover over his lower half. He had just shifted into a comfortable position when Isabella burst into his room, unannounced and unwarranted. "We should be arriving any min-" the caravan began to slow and stopped with a small jolt "Now. Go wake the creatures and take Nasha with you to get it done. Vasco seems to be a little busy so you both will have to work to get the carnies up." Oliver turned to Nasha, "I want you to wake the carnie with Isabella and report any of them who do not follow orders to her. Get them outside and setting things up for the circus." To both he glanced back and forth with his stern 'do not fuck this up' look "I will be outside right after dawn and everything better be set up" an or else loomed at the end of the sentence with the promise of swift and strict punishment if the carnies did not fulfill the task.
slim and Radio_Rat66.6
(I will post Dimitri when he is awoken)

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Nasha nodded and silently moved to turn off his light. She didn't flinch when Isabella came into the room. She had gotten used to these sort of things. Seven years had taught her some things. She stood in her usual position: back straight, chin high, and hand clasped in front of her. she looked over at Oliver when he mentioned her name. She nodded and heard the unspoken command laced in his words to her. She didn't like doing things his way, but she had no choice now.
"Yes, Master, I will not fail you."
She turned on the balls of her feet to face Isabella. She once again pressed her fingers to the cold metal of her cuffs.
"Shall we go, Miss isabella?"

slim LunaticLove​

 

[Yahhah]

Sullivan thumped his tail against the floor cage. The boredom was the thing he mainly couldn't stand. His favorite pastimes were Hunting, seeing the fear in the eyes of prey, and killing. In that particular order. And a captive lion could do none of those things. He buried his muzzle in his paws as he rolled around trying to get comfortable. Until his spine bumped against the bars behind him. Damn this undersized human contraption! He growled and got up pacing around, and scratching at the bottom of the cage. Leaving more shallow scars. Making pictures was the one thing he could do. Although he hated the humane arts with a burning passion. Adding the word human to a word made it sound weird and displeasing anyway. What kind of sick creature would do that. Surely a human narcissist. He huffed. Leave it to humans to trap truly strong creatures to make themselves feel more powerful. He did not appreciate it. He could sense movement now. He growled once more. "Be Proud, Powerful, and Fearless". Sullivan sighed at his old motto. What would his younger self think of him now. Probably roar with laughter at the stupidity that had led him to be caught in the first place. He was a poor excuse for a lion, trapped in a cage by squeaking prey creatures. He contented himself with biting the bars of his cage. His jaws wouldn't be able to break the metal but it was better than doing nothing but lying with depressing thoughts.

 

[animegirl20]

Maria was locked in her cage trying to sleep but it proved almost impossible but eventually she did get to sleep. It was always hard to get to sleep but when she did sleep luckily the dreams she had were usually good and she hated to wake to find out it was only a dream. For a while now Maria had went completely mute. She could speak but mentally she couldn't do it. Anytime she try she felt as if her throat was clogging up. The only time she seem to be able a utter word was when she sang. Maybe it was because singing was like little of a escape for the hell she was forced to live. But who know how long that would last. With the ways things were going her singing voice could soon be swallowed up as well. But for now she wouldn't worry about anything she would simply dream of being back at home living her normal life. Something wants more then anything.