Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds
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				Title: <strong>Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 02:07:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>9:00 P.M<br>Thirty minutes until the circus starts</em><br><br><span style="font-size: 15pt;" class="bbc_size">Act One</span></div><br>Right behind the circus tent, to the right side the attractions and hidden off behind trees,&nbsp; is a group of smaller tents. There is no light see around the smaller tents, but a light can be seen fro the bottom of each tent. This small era is known for relaxing, sleeping and eating. Before the circus begins most of the performers will be around here enjoying themselves and resting. After the circus most return, while others enjoy the fresh new met. Once the clock strikes midnight, all tents and performers no matter where at they might be, vanished along with the night. Where does the circus go when not around here? Back to where it first started. In darkness. Where the only light is the one’s that people light themselves to use as their force to get around the tents and over to the Big Top to train if they have to. <br><br>The smaller tents have twin beds and house two people in each. The beds and dresser is the only thing that is inside the tent, along with anything that they might have on their own. The tents are scattered in one area, rather close to one another. Since there are some visitors who get stuck here and don’t like it, one tent has small animal cages that are for the humans, while another, bigger tent houses the caged animals.<br><br>A slightly large tent holds make up, wardrobe and props that everything might need for their act. The tent is often filled with those getting ready to be put on stage. With the vanity, women and men can finish their make up, hair and anything else that they might need to finish before they are called into the spotlight for their performance.&nbsp; <br><br>Another tent is much better than the wardrobe tent. It has plays to sit, chairs and board games to keep entertained while the circus is finished. The only thing that it lacks is a TV, but they don’t really need one with all the excitement going around in the first place. <br><br>The largest tent of all holds the mess hall which is filled with table and chairs and looked more like a cafeteria than a tent. there is always plenty of different foods lined up and some of them might want some get sick. Human brains for Russell is not something that most want to see while selecting their food. 
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 06:47:32</strong>
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				Time: 9:00 PM.<br><br>Elizabeth Salazar sat in the cafateria tent eating quietly. to say that a rabbit girl would be eating meat would be an unusual thing but for this one meat was a casual thing. She was somewhat bored as she awaited the show to begin. She herself was a knife thrower and a security guard for this circus but that was quite tedious as far as she was concerned. Quietly she sat enjoying the warm food. Also on this plate were various steamed vegitables and an eyeball or two just because she had an interest in trying new stuff. Her calm aura was something that was uncommon to this chaotic area and she knew that if it weren't for her semi bloodthirsty attitude when handling weapons she'd be the absolutely least threatening thing here not that it really mattered to her anyway.
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				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 08:01:39</strong>
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				One of the containers was labeled Zandall and kept closed with small holes on the top of the container. The Ringleader stalked over toward the box and opened it up, taking out one of the squeaking mice inside and closing the lid to make sure that none of them could get out. He held the creature by its tail and ignored all the squirming and continued to hold the tail as he walked out of the line. Only one mouse would do to cure his hungry and he wouldn’t need to eat again for his slow digestion would make eating another too soon only make him ill. <br><br>He glanced around to see if there was any empty tables, but he found that were wasn’t and glanced around to see just who he could eat his meal with. Elizabeth was the only one getting at the table and she appeared to be trying something know. He could smell it, eyeballs. Zandall wouldn’t lie, he couldn’t swallow them. They kept getting stuck in his throat and he’d have to regurgitate them back up. Still, he had no problems with anyone else wanting to take a test try. <br><br>The half-naga walked over toward her, sitting in the seat just opposite of her. “Hello Elizabeth. Pleasant nice, issss it not?” He hissed out that one word, his forked tongue being able to be seen within the He placed his top hat on the table with his free hand and leaned his head back, slowly putting the mouse into his throat feet first. The creature tried to get away, but it was no use and before long, there was a rather large lump in his throat, slowly the mouse was being swallowed alive. He placed the hat back on his head and smiled at her, wondering if she would say anything or continue to keep silent. <br><br>Zandall wasn’t sure just what to say next to keep a hopefully would be conversation going. He could ask her how her sword swallowing was going or if she was excited about the sword, but he decided not to. It was hard to tell what the rabbit girl was thinking…and even harder to ignore that wonderful scent coming from her. It always took Zandall more energy to keep himself from attack her. Half rabbits don’t mix well with half snakes. He tried to ignore this, having had a meal already and not able to kill any performers for dinner, Zandall just eyed here instead. <br><br>Ugh…that scent was torture, but he covered his nose to keep from smelling it, hopefully that would have some effect and it seemed to be working. Zandall was much more calm and could think twice as clearly now. At least until he’d have to move his hand…it would probably go right back to that cloudy feeling of wondering what she would taste like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 08:43:05</strong>
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				Elizabeth Looked up as the half naga ringleader spoke to her in his soft and hissing voice "it is indeed a pleasent evening sir, and the food is nice as well...." she watched as he covered his nose and stated "i'm terribly sorry if my scent is such a pain but it can't be helped you know...." she then gulped one of the eyeballs down and made a faint face "the eyes........arent very well presrved" this was stated in jest. She was unsure if the ringleader would laugh or not but she did in fact enjoy his company.
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				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 08:57:30</strong>
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				“Glad that you enjoy it.” Zandall smiled weakly and then chuckled shortly at this comment, “it’ssss fine. You can’t help what you are and I can’t help what I am. I want eat you, I promissse.” He often made that promise when around her to keep things from being awkward between them, which it normally ways. A rabbit and a snake was a strange sight to see, but he was able to keep control over himself and never had harmed her, not even a bite or a nibble. He watched as she took one of the eyes and eat it, nodding at this comment that he wasn’t sure if she was telling the truth or not. “I’ll make ssssure the cook goessss looking for more eyeballssss tonight.” The fresh one’s were already best for eating, or so he heard. 
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:04:45</strong>
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				A faint smile graced the rabbit girls lips "I'm well aware that intend no harm upon me sir, and thank you for speaking to the chef about the eye's". Elizabeth was more worried about food poisoning than her employer attacking her afterall he was very good at maintaining his composure around her. She did admit that it was strange that they got along so well dispite the difference in species. She continued to eat her meal awaiting the half naga's reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:22:23</strong>
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				It was very strange to be friends with her, but Zandall did his best to overlook that rabbit in her. At times when hungry would strike, he would often have to go right past her and into the mess hall without so much of a hello to keep from attacking her. The only good thing was the fact that he would have to kill and chop her up, meaning there was more work involved and not the usual whole swallowing that he was suppose to be doing. That would discourage him from attacking her, but those rare things did happen when he was so hungry that he came very close. “It’ssss my pleasssssure” Anytime someone wanted something added to the menu, they’d come to him and he’d arrange it. He decided that it was his true to say something next and thought about it for a moment. “How are thingssss going with you?” It was a simple question, but it was something.
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:28:21</strong>
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				"Everything is going well actually.....ive almost got the hang of the whole sword swallowing bit....I still slightly nip my lips with the tip from time to time but I've not cut my throat or anything like that since i started" she was quite proud of herself for having nearly mastered this exotic talent. When she had first picked up the sword and attempted to swallow it she had sliced herself many a time and had required quite a bit of time to heal, however now she had gotten to the point where she only nicked her lips on occasion. "My knives are all sharp and clean".&nbsp; She smiled and looked to him "and how are things with you sir?" 
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				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:40:39</strong>
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				“I ssssee. With any luck, we’ll be able to add that into the actssss ssssoon.” Zandall was amazed at how quickly she picked it up and couldn’t wait for her to use it in the show. Elizabeth would have to make sure she didn’t cut herself for her own safety reasons, but they will figure out a way to make it look even more terrifying. “Tip top. The circussss will be another hit tonight. I can smell the different sssscents” There wasn’t much for him to talk about, he didn’t really do much in the circus, expect to be there to frighten them by the way he looks and to announce the next acts. 
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 09:51:11</strong>
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				"Yes......hopefully we can" she stated. She wasn't very enthusiastic about actually performing that infront of people afterall she liked playing security guard it was never boring. She also liked kids and enjoyed spending time with kids who got lost however she knew that that wasn't why she was here. "Ah another success eh? when have we ever failed you?" she laughed lightly as she asked him that. She also knew that cutting herself wasn't an option for it may set the half naga's blood the wrong way.
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				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 16:54:53</strong>
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				Zandall thought about it for a moment, trying to think back when their was a failure in the rankings and nodded when he thought of one. “It wassss a terrible night where copssss raided ussss and tried to desssstroy the circussss. That wassss the only failure.” They were able to easily get rid of them, but the fact that all their visitors and possibly new performers ran off when the police arrived. On the bright side, they had fresh meat for weeks afterwards. “I plan for you to be firsssst on sssstage tonight.” It was rare for him allow her first on stage, but he wanted a warm up and to have some fresh meat for later too. She was an excellent knife thrower, but anyone volunteering would have the same fate, dying in front of all to see. Everyone would think it was part of the act, but it was just a way to get some more fresh meals before the next night.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>25-07-2010, 01:05:18</strong>
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				Elizabeth blinked in surprise due to the rarity of her performing first "R...Really?" she asked surprise in her voice. Her calm demeanor was a mask she was actually a very shy and nervous person what with her being half rabbit and a good number of her co-workers being species that may or may not eat rabbit. She had to act calm and authorative in order to maintain any sense of strength here. "ah i can't believe i forgot about that failure" she stated as an afterthought. 
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 09:33:27</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u">Azalea</span> <br><br>The young woman was kneeling in her tent, tying the back of her dancing outfit (http://www.ladybellydance.com/products_pictures/DSCN7624.JPG)'s top. She raised her gloved hands and brushed through through her long black hair before pulling it up, twisting it around a hollow wooden plug (http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41vs4Tm6rYL.jpg) that wrapped her hair up and after clipped left a stream of black that fell down to her shoulder blades in uneven tendrils. She slid three silver clips into her hair and then tied the headband around her forehead, pushing it up and then came to a stand. She slid on a pair of thin black sandals, and pushed outside.<br><br>The night air washed over her in slow waves as each breeze came and went, and her breath slipped into her lungs slowly. Azalea moved forward, looking around for others then. The woman bore eyes of a rich arsenic (http://www.distinctivefabric.com/images/products/color/thumbnails/2tonegab1_dark-gray.jpg). And those dark silvery hues scanned the area, as her fingers twisted over her bare navel, as she leaned back and stretched a bit. She rolled her shoulders, feeling her ability to bend and contort as her shoulder bones slipped out and then back in to place. Then she looked around and smiled lightly, lips painted a dark silver to match her eyes and her eyelids and the area around her eyes painted with a smoky tone, with eyeliner cateye edges, and naturally long black lashes.<br><br>"Tonight is the night." Azalea whispered proudly, rubbing her biceps at the feel of another breeze.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 04:47:58</strong>
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				The doors of the mess hall emitted a gentle <em>tink</em> as a hook snagged the pull handle and with the buzz of a turning reel began to pull it open. Once the door was wide enough, wheeling quickly through the doorway before it closed was the black and white clown, Bojangles. In his right hand was a fishing pole and upon his head was a floppy, fisherman’s hat strewn with fishing hooks and worms that rolled off the lip of his hat to plop into his lap and along the floor. A brown vest was secured over top of his white tank, completing his unusual outfit. “Hello boys and girls,” he greeted dully. Such a line might have been said with more enthusiasm and then followed by a <em>hyuk, hyuk, hyuk</em> of a chuckle but that was Bozo’s shit; and he was no Bozo. Bozo was his bitch!<br><br>The unicycle was singing its old Pop Goes the Weasel song as he wheeled down the aisle between the tables. Just as the song was reaching its climatic rise, before it could reach the line <em>Pop!</em> The clown abruptly rose off the unicycle and with his free hand grasped its trunk and picked it up before passing it over into the hand with his fishing pole. He removed his hat and then unzipped his fishing vest and tossed everything overhead and through a glass window. With a long smile unseen beneath his chain-chomp paint job, he patted his hands together as though ridding them of dust and filth before outside, the sudden screech of a vehicle slamming on the brakes resounded. The clown froze with eyes wide with alarm, his arms thrown out to either side as though he were ready to hit the deck. <em>Crash!</em> The vehicle slammed into something hard and its hub cap went rolling along before clattering upon its side like a fallen coin.<br><br>The clown was silent for five seconds, musing over the sounds of a supposed accident. “Eh, guy needs to learn how to drive,” he said simply before passing the table where the bunny girl and the ring leader sat. His jack-o-lantern eyes leered her way as he walked past. A smirk sliced across his lips as he said to her, “Silly Rabbit, when will you ever come by my tent? I got something better than swords for you to swallow.” He grasped his crotch and gave it two squeezes as it sounded like a bicycle horn: <em>Honk; Honk!</em> His lips stretched into one of his wide grins as he reached the counter and peered beyond the glass at all the people and animal parts. He never ate at the Mess Hall. No, he preferred his meals hot and fresh. The clown was still sporting the blood on his clothes from moments ago. It didn’t take long for him to find the beverage he was looking for. <br><br>Behind the counter, he managed to procure an enormous mug of beer that he lifted to his lips with ease. The thick foam rippled before his lips like a mini tub as his throat began pumping away at the spiced liquid. Slowly, he began easing his head back as his belly billowed outwards from the intake. It swelled like a balloon from beneath his tank until his ears emitted a <em>pop</em> like a wine bottle being opened as the liquid started spouting like a fountain from his ears. His stomach shrank back to normal size as the floor around him became soaked with beer until he emptied the mug entirely.<br><br>Bojangles gasped heavily and set the mug down. He arched his left leg up in the Captain Morgan’s stance for the few seconds it took him to adjust—he was feeling so much accomplishment. Dropping his leg, he swayed out from behind the bar and informed his two acquaintances at the table as he passed: “Arhm gah’n mer tahgn nu.”<br><br>White subtitles appeared out of nowhere to translate: <em>I’m going to my tent now.</em><br><br>He raised his hand in a short wave as he went staggering for the exit/entrance. “Ahra!”<br><br><em>Holla’!</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:42:42</strong>
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				The tri-blooded woman looked over towards the mess hall and grinned, knowing that she'd go and instead of eating, Azalea would drink about two bottles of water to fill her stomach without weighing her down. But before so, she stood in her place and did her usual stretches. Her unnaturally flexible body took little or no warming up to perform, as her abilities were both unique and natural to her. The woman stood as straight as could be, raising her arms over her head. She then began to lean back, til her knees were bent and her body hovered about two feet off the ground. Her arms extended to her sides, calves tight at the weight of her body extending out. Her back felt the strain, but the feeling was a good one to Azalea. She crossed her arms over her chest and then while keeping them in that position, raised them over her head and held them folded on her back, shoulders having slipped out of place and now rolling back. Her body came back up to a stand and she unhooked her arms, drawing them up and forward, feeling her shoulders pop back into place quietly. Then she dropped into a squat, leaning towards one leg and extending the other, bringing it up to her face and twisting her leg somehow so that her knee bent and her calve muscle pressed against her opposing shoulder. She released, and repeated with the other leg, before finally calling it quits with warming up. <br><br>Azalea rolled her shoulders twice more, moving then for the mess hall. As she moved for the door, she glanced at Bojangles. Her dark silvery hues gazed over his form, her cryptic gaze seemed to lack pupils unless someone was within inches of her. Her hues admired the black and white paint of the clown, though she did not like clowns. Azalea's gaze tore away though, as her hands tenderly pushed her way inside, her painted silver nails grazing the sides of her navel as she returned them to her body.<br><br>Slipping inside she moved with an ethereal gliding grace towards the back, eyes dancing down to meet both Elizabeth's and Zandall's, a tiny vague grin on her dark charcoal gray lips as she did so. Then she moved further, finally reaching what drinks there were at the bar, and ignoring the slight mess before grasping two bottles of water. Azalea then edged over to a table by herself, where she sat on the edge and crossed her legs. Her fingers unscrewed the cap of one bottle, and she put it to her lips. Then, without much hesitance, she began to drink down the water without much hesitation. When the first bottle was done, she crunched the plastic and tossed it into a waste bin, then continued on to her second bottle, drinking that one more slowly, sip by sip as she gazed over at Zandall and Elizabeth with that same vague grin before she returned to look at the entrance to the hall. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 22:21:19</strong>
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				Bojangles had been standing before Azalea, watching her bend and contort her body in ways that would be painful if not impossible to most. His mouth was open—not agape—but his black, pointed tongue was pressed against his cheek as the jagged rows of his beastly teeth were revealed. “Ee~eh…” he breathed with intrigue as he watched her right herself and then bring her silvery eyes to his own black orbs. His tongue snaked from his cheek back into his mouth as he brought his teeth clinching together in a sinister smile. The glow of his eyes was gone, leaving only his hollow sockets as she strode past him into the Mess Hall without as much of a greeting. He turned his head over his shoulder as the glowing rings of his eyes rolled into place. It was a suspicious look as though he were making sure she was gone before they rolled to gaze about his surroundings, making sure no one else was around either.<br><br>The clown then brought his arms up to cross before his chest as he attempted to copy Azalea’s moves. As he leaned back, his balance wavered as he went collapsing to the ground as dust billowed about him. He continued to roll about on the ground, kicking up dust until his tendons emitted an excruciating popping as he somehow managed to make knots out of his arms and legs. “Ah! Ah!” Bo screamed as he hopelessly tried to untangle his limbs. He began to weep pathetically as he felt as though he were stuck. “Oh god, someone. Aa~ah!”<br><br>Suddenly, the clown rose to his feet. His eyelids hung half-lidded over his ghostly eyes as his lips were curled downward in a displeased scowl. No one came. He had made sure no one was around so…the clown blinked his eyes and started off to his tent. He shrugged his suspenders free and grasped the bottom of his tank and peeled it free, revealing the creamy curves of his abs and his solid pectorals. His torso had a red splotch on the front from the blood that blushed it. His black and white pants began to slowly tumble down his hips revealing his vibrant, yellow boxers and the smiley face making the largest, crazed grin across the back of his ass. He tucked his bloodied shirt in the crook of his right arm and his left hand held his pants up as he approached the tiny, blood-red tent. The tent was so small it came up to a man of average height’s knee.<br><br>Bending over, Bo’s legs curled beneath him before they stretched out once more like springs and launched him into the mini tent. There was a sudden splash as though there had been an indoor pool. “Ah! Hot, hot!” he exclaimed as the boiling of a Jacuzzi sounded from the tiny tent.<br><br>“Hey! It’s Booby!” a feminine voice shrieked. It sounded like one of the clown girls that had been raving in the sewer.<br><br>“Boobies? Where?” Bo queried.<br><br>“Booby-boo!”<br><br>“What are you doing in here in my hot tub?”<br><br>“It said it fits four, so why not?” came the other girl.<br><br>“True. I guess that makes sense then!”<br><br>“Yeah, it sure does!”<br><br>“Wait what is that?”<br><br>“Wha~! Look! Black sails! Its pirates!”<br><br>“Quick! Get the swords!”<br><br><em>Avast ye landlubbers! We come to take yer cauldron!</em><br><br>“Over my dead body!”<br><br>“Yeah! Get’em!”<br><br>The walls of the red tent flashed as cannons boomed and the clang of steel against steel ensued. There were roars of hundreds of could-be pirates engrossed in a sword battle. A few of the other performers couldn’t help but pause going to their tents as they heard the noise ensuing from the tiny tent. It was always so confusing, and it tended to keep some of them up all night with little sleep, but they had grown used to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 21:41:36</strong>
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				Azalea drank down about half of the bottle of water before she slipped off the table. One thing was that the woman did not like being confined to indoor spaces. She adored the night sky, as black as it may seem when traveling with the dark circus act. Her fingers tightened around the bottle, crunching it lightly as she came to a full stand, her height of 5'8 making her body seem lithe and angelic in the slender shape of her figure, yet graced by feminine curves that made her look more like the Succubus that was dipped into her blood. Her arsenic eyes of a metallic dark gray peered for the door as she approached it, drinking down the last bit of water before she tossed the empty plastic container into a nearby trash can. Azalea then pressed open the doors once more and slipped outside.<br><br>Another breath of the night air was an instant remedy for any ailment of which she could ever even fathom. The sight of the stars scarcely flickering against the prussian blue sky. The contortionist dancer moved elegantly over the shortened green blades of grass beneath her, sandals crushing the blades down as she moved towards her own tent. Thirty minutes, if even that, she thought, until the show truly began. But her eyes were taken away from the path of her tent and found themselves settling on the tent of Bojangles, the dark, wicked clown. A clown she had spotted earlier, who made her both sickened and aroused- but most of all intrigued. The enigmatic man made her wonder what he was like before he came to join the circus. Was he normal before, or was he one of the humans who was caught by the evil entrancement and turned into the black and white nightmare he was now.<br><br>From his tent came noise, of multiple folks and water and lights. His magic of sorts always entreated mystery revolving around him. Azalea could only find herself lightly treading closer, and stopping about ten feet from his tent, a crooked grin on her dark lips.<br><br>"Having fun, <em>Bojangles?</em>" She called softly, her voice a smooth alto that created an allure in the air around it, a twist of her tri-bloodlines. "Sounds like you are having too much fun to me." Azalea then commented, a grin forming as she stepped away, yet kept her eyes on the opening to see if he would respond.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 21:02:36</strong>
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				<em>Ssshh! Sh-sh-ssh!</em><br><br>The chaos quieted as there was a five second pause of silence. From the slightly parted drapes of the tent protruded a long bronze telescope that stopped at Azalea’s ankles and then elevated up the length of her body, the spyglass capturing her every curve until it reached her face.<br><br><em>Black Beard’s Ghost!</em><br><br>“Let me see that…Oh boy! I got company. Everybody leave!”<br><br>The telescope retracted as a small wave of ocean water flushed from the small tent with seaweed and red crabs dancing along the grass. “Aw, Booby, why can’t we stay and watch?” one of the jester’s questioned.<br><br>“Because this is a private show.” There was a mischievous tone in the clown’s voice. “Take the secret exit.”<br><br>A sigh uttered from one of the jesters as the sounds of someone tapping in some electronic code followed. There was then a hiss of pressurized doors opening, and then they closed with a low rumble. The small tent was now a quiet place before Bojangles voice came clearly, “Seeking an encore? I’m in the middle of my bath. You’re welcome to join me—that is, if you can figure out how to get in here. It’s easy said and done.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 04:07:11</strong>
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				"Join you?" Azalea purred quietly. The lithe woman knelt down shortly, her rhinestone, silk, and black cloth skirt bundling upon the grass. Her fingers reached out and she lifted a small crab by its back. She flipped it over, dark silvery eyes scanning over the hard shell as its little black eyes shifted and its claws closed and opened cluelessly. "Why, thank you for the invite." Azalea said, her usual voice so simple and quiet, it was always bearing some notice like a sultry whisper against the wind. "And it shouldn't be so tough to take entrance. I mean, I am a <em>contortionist</em> Bo. My whole act is about how I can make myself bend, flex, and squeeze in such manners that should I want, I could get into most spaces that others couldn't dream of fitting into."<br><br>Coming to a stand, she dropped the crab and approached Bojangles' tent. She slipped off her sandals, bare feet pressing into the wet grass. Azalea pulled the back of her skirt, and unwrapping the strings twice, it parted over her side and slipped off. She folded it, and placed it into the dry section of grass on the side of his tent. Beneath her skirt had been a black side ring t-back thong (http://images2.seductionextreme.com/BZ-1147SL.jpg). As during the nights of her acts, she wore such a thing because it allowed her supreme flexibility. Boy shorts, bikini panties, and all else seemed to only inflict a bit of an uncomfortable sensation when she stretched her legs up or put her ankles behind her neck. Azalea knelt down before the tent and parted the tent flaps with her dark metallic nails. Her cryptic, alluring eyes of arsenic peered inside, and her lips tugged into a vague devious grin.<br><br>"Nice place." Azalea said. Her eyes settled on Bojangles, and with one specific glint of light, her eyes seemed to shimmer like a pearl under the light, revealing only barely the black focus of her pupils before the glimmer was gone with the motion of water. She stretched her arms inside, placing her hands on the ground. And then she arched her back inward, chest pressing to the grass lightly as she curved upward, using her arms to pull her figure into the tent as her hips turned sideways and she was able to fit herself inside via twisting herself into a slight spiral, like a twisted Cheetoh. When her ankles pulled inside, she turned and fixed herself to be at a rather normal position then, smiling at the man.<br><br>"May I still join you, now that I have managed the entrance?" Azalea said softly, brushing the beads of water and scarce few grass blades off of her chest and upper legs, before setting eyes on Bojangles once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 05:25:45</strong>
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				She would find the clown sitting up to his shoulders in a deep, Jacuzzi-styled tub. The water was abundant with bubbles that occupied the sudded water like clouds. His arms were stretched out across the back, his makeup still present on his face or…it just might have been his face. He arched a brow at the contortionist and spoke, “You know…” His yellow eyes wandered in a rolling motion to the ceiling of his tent before coming back down. The fingers of his right hand tapped rhythmically on the side of his jaw as he played-off innocence as he tried not to come off as a know-it-all. “You could have just…walked in. Nothing is at it seems here, but…” His eyes flicked at her as his lips puckered comically. His brows furrowed deeply over his eyes as he stared hard at her bare thighs and the apparent thong clinging her hips. He turned his other cheek to her and closed his eyes, trying to hide his excitement, “Seeing how you had to go and strip down and all that, I guess we can…” There was a red, slender balloon swelling from the water and elongating as air hissed into it. It bobbed above the water, rising until it was erect as it continued to expand. The clown continued to act elusive. “Just forget that whole thing right?” <em>Pop!</em><br><br>Bojangle’s lips spread into a craggy grin—those vicious teeth making themselves present as he lowered his arms from atop of the Jacuzzi walls and sat upwards. “Look at you. You’re covered in dirt. You won’t be able to perform in such a state. How about I do you a favor and wash all that dirty off? I’m pretty good too.” He raised his right hand out of the water to reveal a backscrubber with a clear handle. He made slow jabbing motions with the object as squeaks sounded from its slow back and forth motions like a wet finger upon a glass window. “How’s that?” he questioned with an amused smile.<br><br>The tent was much larger on the inside as though it had been the size of all the others surrounding it—if not a foot bigger—hmm. The carpet was dark-red and to Azalea’s left, beyond the tub, she would find a bed with tall, metal posts that went up and across for unknown reasons. Beyond that in the back was a vanity mirror looking just as neat and tidy as the whole of the room. Rather unusual for such a silly person.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dreamers Sand</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 06:05:43</strong>
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				Azalea chuckled at his comment about just walking in. <em>There is no such thing as a subtle entrance in the Nightmare Circus silly clown.</em> Her dark lips curled into a grin as she rolled up to a stand, her height intimidating compared to most women. He turned the cheek to her, and from the water rose a red balloon that swelled until the point that it could only pop without further room to grow. A thin, fine black brow raised and her lips tugged up at the corner once more. Bojangles was always the... interesting one. And talking about interesting, her enigmatic hues crossed over the inside of his tent and she could only find intrigue about how neat everything was. One would guess the homing of such a character to be a sinister disaster of things big and small, of a wild array of things one would not normally find. It made Azalea ponder if Bo was one who had still kept in touch with whoever he was before the circus. If it was truth to that, that he had a calmer, less crazed circus-revolved personality, than Azalea would definitely be finding her curiosity tugging her to learn more. <br><br>She slipped into the jacuzzi after seeing him withdraw the back-meant scrubber, pressing her feet into the water. To be naked was a thought, but that would just be an invite, Azalea thought softly. The woman then lowered herself into the hot, suds-filled water. Her legs disappeared into it, then her waist, taut stomach, and chest. She leaned back against the wall of the jacuzzi opposite of Bojangles, arms extending from the water. Her nails drew over the back and she looked around once more. Finally Azalea's hues settled back on the man- clown- across from her. Her tongue swept out over her lips, wetting the dark metallic shade of her lipstick without removing it- as it was much like Bojangles' supposed face paint. It did not seem to wear off at all.<br><br>"An interesting place," She then said, "I wouldn't have guessed you to be so neat. Just, simply because you're both a clown, and a man, and that puts two points down on you." She grinned. Azalea let her hands dip into the water, settling them on her thighs as she leaned forward. "Now, I thought you were going to scrub my back for me. Can't say I'm not looking forward to it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>iroleplayyaoi</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 20:53:47</strong>
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				“Yessss.” Zandall hissed, nodding at her comment about forgetting their only failure. That was a horrible night, but at least there was a lot of meat after that. He cleared his throat and nodded, a little surprised to see how excited she was to be starting…but it should be expected. <br><br>When Bojangles came over to the two, Zandall just eyed the clown and let out a sigh which sounded more like something deflating with his hisses. It was a relief when the clown finally left the tent and things could settle down now. “He thinkssss he’ssss sssso funny. Annoying clown.” He shook his head. There was just something about Bojangles that annoyed Zandall to the core and if the clown was smart, he’d know it. He was usually the last one on stage and for a short time…any longer and Zandall might had a headache. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 21:54:27</strong>
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				The clown lowered the back scrubber and stared across the foamy water at her position, and how she sat so far away from him. His lips spread into a sneer as the scrubber disappeared beneath the water. He mimicked her movements and leaned forward. His jack-o-lantern eyes probed her face before finally lingering on her eyes. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" he questioned. He might as well get to the point and know how this game was going to roll now.<br><br><strong>"Do you think if life were easy, we'd be here, of all places?"</strong><br><br>Bojangles's brows curved upwards in disgust at her comment. It sounded so...melodramatic with the words she chose. He rose from his seat across from her. Soap foam slowly descended his stomach and shoulders and with two pats from his hands, the foam on his chest and shoulders exploded [not literally] with fragments of bubbles. He tilted his head left and right as his neck emitted two audible pops. When he reached Azalea, he settled down next to her. He was turned to face her with his arm stretched behind her. The jagged grin was on his face as he looked at her with those ghostly eyes. "Turn around." It sounded like a low order. It left his lips so sternly as he still wore his seemingly smile.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Nightmare Circus: Camp Grounds </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>pendarious</strong> on <strong>07-08-2010, 22:37:16</strong>
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				As Bojangles the clown entered Elizabeth watched his antics her smile fading as he made his comment. This clown she had no real opinion of him. She was unsure what to think of him sometimes he made her laugh and sometimes he just annoyed her. She knew that sometimes he meant well and others.....well she didn't really want to think about it.<br><br>Once he was gone she turned her look back to the ring master "you seem.......a bit pained at the moment" she spoke softly so as to avoid causing him more pain. She pulled a bottle of asprine out of her jacket and handed it to him "i always carry this......after all my hearing is rather sensative and sometimes headaches are impossible to avoid you know?"
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