The small crowd started to grow, apparently there wasn't much to do in this town .   Izzy grins as she watches Gabrielle amaze the slack jawed merchant.  This was all part of the gig, if 'normal folk'    were around , it always served the Cirque to play it up a bit and amuse them. They'd tell their friends, and then their friends would tell more friends...and so on.   Before long the entire town would know about the amazing acts of the circus.<br/><br/>Izzy is dressed in her normal attire, brown bowler hat, a mens vest, dress shirt, and slacks.  She'd pass as a boy if she'd only bind her breasts , but that wasn't her aim. Nothing garnered peoples attention like the 'odd'.  Being just the slightest bit different lured people in, and let her play with the minds of the townsfolk.  She hops atop a flat wagon, and takes a long pull of her cigarette, looking up to the sky as she exhales smoke rings, she watches as they float into the air and dissipate.  She looks over to Gabrielle who's still toying with the townie, still grinning as the man is 'amazed' by the card trick.  This was going to be fish in a barrel.  She looks out among the gathering crowd, trying to find a suitable subject.  Mothers and children weren't the greatest, as she'd gain nothing by flirting,  couples didn't do much as if she'd so much as bat her eye brows at some dames fella, she'd be up to her eye balls in dirty looks. No...it was the young studs . They embarrassed the easiest, and were usually easy to con out of a  few bucks. She spots a few young boys , maybe 16 or so. They'd be perfect.<br/><br/>Izzy lets her ciggy dangle from her lips as she cracks a charming grin ,<span style="color: olive">"Hey fellas, feel like losing a buck the hard way?"  </span>She waggles her eyebrows and the boys slow down. She always kept her approach slightly ominous, she would never sell sex, but shit..they didn't know that.<br/><br/>The three boys approach Izzy, giggling and nudging each other in the ribs.  "We ain't no poofs.." they laugh as the approach her.<br/><br/>This would be too easy.<span style="color: olive"> "Well lucky for you , I ain't no buck."</span>She pulls her hat off and winks at the boys , her curly hair framing her pale face.<span style="color: olive"> "Now..How's about a game?" </span><br/><br/>"A game?" a  tall gangly blonde boy asks.  " We' ain't kids . We're a little old for games."<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Pipe down junior.."</span>she inhales again, stubbing the cigarette out on the wagon as she hops down.<span style="color: olive">" Grown ups are talking..."</span>She eyes a the shortest of the boys, likely he had a  napoleon complex she'd wager.<span style="color: olive"> "You! You look like you got lights on in the attic. So how bouts a game?" </span>She wraps her arm around the boys neck in a playful way and drags him over to the wagon. She hops up and starts to pace,<span style="color: olive"> "What's yr name Jr?"</span><br/><br/>The boy crosses his arms and looks defiant, "Nun-ya...as in Nun-ya Business."<br/><br/>Oh ..this one was a real cut up.   Izzy rolls her eyes and stares at the boy. Izzy'd always been able to read people from a young age, from her parents to her brothers, all she had to do was ask a question, and concentrate on the person and she'd know whatever details were on their mind . So she took to asking questions  to get people to think about specific concepts, and the info she needed would come floating over to her.<br/>Simply by asking the boys name. She knew it.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Ah stuff it Percy.. ya' bother me. "</span>She kicks at the boy , not making contact as the boys eyes grow wide.<br/><br/>"How'd...you.."<br/>His friends laugh,<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Told' ya beat it Percy, ya bother  me. You.  Red. C'mere."</span>She points at the last boy, who walks up  next to the wagon.<span style="color: olive">"I see yr' a lad o' sophistication an smarts...unlike Percy over' there and blondie.  SO...I gives you the chance o' a life time.  A game-  one question. You even get to pick what it is!  One question, you ask me ta guess about you. If I'm right...You boys pay me a buck.  "</span><br/><br/>Percy pipes up, "What if you're wrong?"<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Ain't no one asked you Percy now put a lid on it.."  </span>She looks back to the redhead, her brow raised.<br/><br/>He stammers a bit, " A bucks alot of cash, you payin' me one if you're wrong?"<br/><br/>Izzy shakes her head, and pulls a smoke out of her pocket.<span style="color: olive">"Nah. " </span>she points to Gabrielle as she lights the smoke,<span style="color: olive">"But me an my friend here'll do a trick just fr' you if I'm wrong. Promise. Guarenteed ta' put a smile on that pimply little face o 'yrs. Tricks in our show..we usually charge a buck a ticket anyhow, so yr' gettin a deal." </span>That was a lie..they didn't charge anywhere -near- a dollar ...but..they didn't know that.<br/><br/>The redhead boy furrows his brow and digs in to his pocket. "I only got 25 cents." he looks to his buddies who all come and plop random change on the wagon, it looks to be about 65 cents.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Close enough. Now whats the question?" </span>Izzy smirks, channeling in on the boy.<br/><br/>"Whats my biggest secret!? Somethin no one knows."  He crosses his arms proud. Surely , Izzy'd never get this.<br/><br/>Izzy focuses on the boy and smirks,<span style="color: olive">"You don't want me ta' say that out loud kid.Pick something else." </span><br/><br/>"That's cause you don't know.." he turns to his buddies and opens his mouth to start laughing ,until ..<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Yr boy here pop's a tent every time Miss .Lawson calls his name in class.."</span>Izzy smirks , kneeling to collect her money.<br/><br/>"How the fuck'd you know that!" The boy roars as his buddies dissolves into laughter.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive">"Magic." </span>Izzy mimics Gabrielle's response.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>