Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent
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				Title: <strong>Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 03:32:26</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Interest thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=138093.0)</span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes</strong></span></div><br>The week of shows has came to an end, and with it comes the traditional end of run party.&nbsp; Time after time, the Family is enamored with the spirit of the final crowd.&nbsp; The spirit that, as always, built and built over the course of the week until that final show was unlike any of the others.&nbsp; The crowd was beyond infatuated, the acts beyond genius, and everyone else performed their duties with such a grace and beauty (Down to the very last stage hand) that if a video recorder had been allowed in, that show could be on the big screen the next day.<br><br>As always, there is an hour between the final show and the beginning of the celebration.&nbsp; An hour for a few things to be taken down, a few things to be set up.&nbsp; This was the only evening in which the Burlesque tent lay dormant outside of the Big Tent.&nbsp; The local stage hands set to cleaning up the Circus Grounds, with their final check in their pocket and a week worth of memories they would never forget.&nbsp; The family where dispursed here and there upon the train getting ready.&nbsp; A tradition that was as true as any other.<br><br>Except this time was just a bit different.&nbsp; The last celebration had been the first evening that Lawrence had arrived, but he had chose not to crash the party.&nbsp; Ever since then, rumors and whispers captured the ears of anyone who was willing to listen.&nbsp; No explanation was given as to why he returned.&nbsp; To those who had never known him, or never known of him, there was confusion as to how he went from an unknown name to becoming Elizabeths partner over night.&nbsp; There was no doubt of his talent, the main question was who was more talented between the two.&nbsp; That question, of course, was never muttered…It’d be in bad nature to allow Elizabeth to hear such accusations.<br><br>Elizabeth herself had seemed to change a bit.&nbsp; She was no longer quite as vibrant as she typically was.&nbsp; The strictness and iron fist that she had always ruled with had seemed to grow a bit lighter.&nbsp; Lawrence himself had been approachable, but it was already known that he was not the type to go up and shake hands with an introduction.&nbsp; His appearance had altered the mood of the circus, the prevailing question was whether or not it was for better or for worse.<br><br><hr><br>The Big Tent was set up the way it always was.&nbsp; The Trapeze act was left standing as it was simply too much work to take down in such a short order.&nbsp; But the bleachers and private seating had been removed, everything short of the twelve foot circular stage set two feet above the ground had been removed.&nbsp; From the tight rope that was set from one end of the trapeze to the other hung a large Candelabra, burning two dozen candles over the dancefloor.&nbsp; It was one of 18 candelabras that hung inside of the tent, casting a dim and almost eerie yellow light that lit up every surface inside of the tent.&nbsp; They were all high enough to not be jostled, removing any fear of a fire.<br><br>There were tables and chairs spread amongst the inside of the tent for people to sit and talk.&nbsp; Drinks were set on every table, everything from Whisky to Gin, Dry and bitter red wines to chilled, sweet Rieslings.&nbsp; Tobacco products were provided by the Family themselves, and the only drug allowed within the Family was to be brought in the same order.&nbsp; A quiet music hummed throughout the tent, an upbeat and classical variety that was clearly meant for dancing.&nbsp; But once the family arrived, the sounds of conversation would outweigh the sounds of the phonograph.<br><br>The Clowns would dance merrily from family member to family member, casting their joy and sense of freedom to any who were willing to take it.&nbsp; The spirit still had hold of everyone within the family, making the event something that pulsated with a state of euphoria and unity.&nbsp; No matter the questions that were at the tips of everyones tongues, or the worries that may reside in anyones fool hearted head, this evening was not meant for negativity.&nbsp; It was meant for celebration, and an immersion into everything that made the Families lives great.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 04:04:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Her Family<br><br>“Yes, Lexie, that is what I would like for you to wear.&nbsp; Do not worry, you look lovely.” She gave her clown a reassuring smile as they stood in one of the few private places within the Big Tent, a small changing room who’s walls were the same matching linen as the tents walls.&nbsp; This was the only place in the tent that had an electric light at the moment, as it was far too small and confined to risk candles.&nbsp; “Whenever you’re ready to join us.” Elizabeth turned from Lexia and the rest of the clowns before exiting the doors of the changing room.<br><br>Her Family had already began to fill the Big Tent.&nbsp; Quite a of the stage hands had already begun what was a great many of their favorite past times; tending to the alcohol on an evening when they knew that they were allowed to over indulge.&nbsp; Being hung over during strike was their own problem to deal with, the delicate work of taking down the Trapeze was delegated to Mariana and whomever she trusted with the task.&nbsp; She paid little attention to her family for the time being as she crossed the open expanse of the tents floor, which was now clear of the debris and seating arrangement for the crowd.&nbsp; Elizabeth found her place towards the back of the tent, Where an over sized wooden chair with plush seating and backing sat between two tables.&nbsp; Chairs were placed on either side of the tables, and scattered in a circle around her and a larger table in the middle.&nbsp; Yes, it looked like a throne.&nbsp; And yes, she realized the implications of it.&nbsp; But it was by far the best place for her to observe her family, and with her back only feet from the wall she didn’t have to worry about missing a thing.<br><br>These celebrations were her favorite part of the entire circus tour with the exception of her act.&nbsp; This was the one evening where rules were more or less forgotten.&nbsp; Words stated that would get you slapped or chastised could be blamed on the alcohol.&nbsp; Acts that would receive a foul eye or a dock in pay would be smiled at and encouraged.&nbsp; Elizabeth herself would drop her guard and forget that she had a family to take care of.&nbsp; These nights always took care of themselves, whether or not it was the spirit itself guiding them into a worry free evening or something else entirely.&nbsp; She took in the crowd one more time.&nbsp; Not everyone had arrived just yet, but they always came and went as they pleased.<br><br>Elizabeth leaned forward to take the neck of a bottle of iced champagne, untwisting the protective lock before popping the cork.&nbsp; It landed somewhere in the middle of the floor.&nbsp; She poured herself a glass and set the bottle on the table beside of her.&nbsp; The loud pop had caught the eyes of a few, most went on their way.&nbsp; It only took one tipping back of the glass to find it empty, she placed it beside the bottle of wine and rose again to her feet.<br><br>She cleared her throat, and spoke with an elevated tone to ensure all could hear.&nbsp; The tent did a wonderful job echoing her voice so that she did not have to yell. “My friends, My loves, My Family.&nbsp; Yet another week has passed, yet another flawless Circus.&nbsp; Without every last one of you, it could have never happened.” Her French accent was incredibly warm, her words clearly spoken with the utmost love.&nbsp; “Our spirit has grown even stronger within us and within itself, and in thanks we give it this evening.” <br><br>Her lips curled into a devious smile with that, the emotional monologue clearly a damper upon the mood that had already began to flow.&nbsp; Finally she lifted her arms into the air, and spoke with a much more playful tone. “But fuck all of the emotional non sense, lets drink, smoke, and forget what we’ve done in the morning!” With that the linen doors of the dressing room flew into the air, and all of her clowns made their way into the room.&nbsp; Men and women found themselves cheering, and the clowns found themselves weaving between both genders with what seemed like an utter lack of modesty.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth sat down as she felt butterflies in her belly and goose bumps along her flesh, this would never get old.&nbsp; Another glass was filled, another glass was empty, and for the moment she sat alone until she decided it was time to join the fun.&nbsp; Or until someone decided to join in on hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 04:25:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> His glass of Scotch&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>Always count on Elizabeth to ensure that there was a party.&nbsp; They had barely been more then a meeting to discuss the circuses end when Gerald had been in charge, before they had arrived.&nbsp; By the time that he had left she had added a little more fun to them, talking Gerald into letting everyone that travelled with them attend and to allow alcohol.&nbsp; He had chosen not to attend the first one that had taken place after his turn out of respect for the family more than Elizabeth, he didn’t wish to ruin the mood with questions.&nbsp; But in the past two weeks, between the week long train ride and the week of shows, he was pretty sure that everyone had it out of their systems enough to let it go for one evening.<br><br>Lawrence had arrived about five minutes before the unofficial start time just to get a lay out of what Elizabeth had turned these events into.&nbsp; He had to admit, he was surprised.&nbsp; Even with Elizabeths distaste for modern technology, he had expected at least some sort of muted club atmosphere.&nbsp; Yet she had managed to convey something that worked perfectly with the rest of the atmosphere she so desperately wished to maintain.&nbsp; He was a bit worried about the plethora of candles, but he was sure she had things under control.<br><br>Lawrence took a seat at a table near the dance floor, on the opposite side of what he assumed was Elizabeths tacky throne.&nbsp; He wanted a good view of her, but more than anything, he wished for a good view of the dance floor.&nbsp; Call it a voyeuristic past time.&nbsp; He also knew the implications of his placement, the table would likely be one of the first ones to fill up due to it’s location.&nbsp; He had no squabbles with that notion, he had remained far too silent for far too long.&nbsp; The table was large, with five more seats surrounding it and too much alcohol in the middle.&nbsp; Likely for those who wished to jump off the dance floor for a quick drink.<br><br>Lawrence had arrived in the same outfit that he wore during his shows.&nbsp; It was a miracle in his eyes that it did not have burn holes in it, this week was certainly the first time he had performed shows without burning himself…Let alone his clothing.&nbsp; He still smelled faintly of smoke, but only if you were close enough to take in his scent.&nbsp; The table in front of him had a large glass of scotch(If things went well, the only one he’d have this evening) and a lit cigar.&nbsp; He sat with a mocking smile as Elizabeth gave her little opening speech. <br><br>‘Not the best show you’ve put on’ he thought to himself.&nbsp; Though the addition of the clowns to the Big Tent was certainly something worth celebrating.&nbsp; He drank them in, both male and female.&nbsp; He was still growing used to the way that the spirit could make you feel, and like a new smoker still getting used to the nicotine high, he enjoyed every second of it.&nbsp; <br><br>He was still quite uncertain what to expect of this evening.&nbsp; Of the crowd, of Elizabeth, of those around him.&nbsp; Curious how he would be taken in his first true social event.&nbsp; Typically it was something to make a man nervous, but when you played with fire for a living their was very little that could unnerve you.&nbsp; His eyes finally returned to Elizabeth, who seemed to looked towards him at the same moment.&nbsp; They just locked eyes for a moment, before Lawrence gave a tilt of his head.&nbsp; He was pleased with what she had managed to set up, though that nod of the head was certainly the closest thing to telling her he could imagine doing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 07:31:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Doggy Style! Arf!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing Area/ Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Elizabeth, Lawrence, Open.<br><br>There was something so reassuring about the low, hollow pop of a cork squeezing out of the neck of a bottle of good Scotch. Kink wafted the bottle under his nose, breathing in the scent, letting his shoulders relax and his eyes drift closed, just imagining the satisfying numbness that would soon fill him up until the pain drained out. He hated sharing, so it hadn't been too hard to make one bottle of Scotch vanish before the haul was laid out for the masses. He took a long, deep pull, letting the bubbles splash up to the bottom in a way that made him giggle.<br><br>Kinky had to cough to keep from spraying the mirror in front of him with a big spit take, when Elizabeth advised Lexie on her wardrobe. It was too funny not to laugh at, but he managed to hold back, choking and coughing instead over the bit of liquor that had splashed down the wrong pipe. For a moment he actually thought that Elizabeth might actually be <em>joking</em>. But when she disappeared into the Big Tent, he realized that she wasn't. Not in the way he meant.<br><br>"Perhaps, late at night it might trouble Mistress Elizabeth's sleep, wondering at how we all managed to dress ourselves before we met her." Kink giggled under his breath once he felt like Elizabeth was out of earshot. "Or maybe she's taken all that talk about 'Family' too seriously and believes that she's really our mother."<br><br>Kinky laughed at his own joke, not really caring if Lexie or anyone else in the cramped dressing area had heard him. Jokes were measured by pleasure given, not quantity of laughter. No one loved Kinky's sense of humor so well as he did himself. Who could ask for anything more?<br><br>It was time at last to kick back and enjoy the meager trappings of the circus life. Kink mused to himself, severing the end of a large cigar, the width of a gorilla's thumb, with one of his throwing knives. He tipped the bottle enough to slowly roll the exposed end in the dark liquid before slipping it lightly between his lips and lighting the end with a match. It took several short, determined puffs before the entire surface of the flat end glowed orange and the thick, grey smoke swallowed his face for a moment.<br><br>Shaking out the match, Kink pulled the cigar from his lips and spat faintly, expelling tiny, brown bits of tobacco onto the dirt floor. The next drag came smoother, allowing him to taste the scotch and the burning smoke more clearly. It wasn't a great cigar, a Dominican knock off imitation of a Cuban name brand, but it was good enough to buzz his mind with that reassuring buzz that came with a decent Nicotine high.<br><br>Without warning or finesse, Kink hopped to his feet, checking his makeup one last time in the mirror before walking into the Big Tent through a cloud of strong smelling smoke. He was just in time to hear Elizabeth's grand speech. He forced himself not to laugh, despite his strong urge to the contrary. Not everyone could appreciate a good laugh like he could, even when they were supposed to be cutting loose. Instead, Kink just raised his bottle to join the toast and took three loud swallows before chasing the liquor with smoke. If one hadn't known better, it might have seemed that Kink was trying to transform himself into a bomb. In some ways maybe he was, short fuse and all.<br><br>When their Ring Matron sat back upon her throne, Kink felt a wild impulse come over him. It might have been ill advised, and even foolish to invite the attention of Elizabeth and Lawrence (who looked none to pleased to be there at all). But Kink's theatrical nature took him over, perhaps it was that Spirit that Boss kept going on about.<br><br>"Here, here! Let's also have a toast to our fearless leader, Queen of the Clown Folk, Patron Saint of the Outcast and Holy Matron to the Undying Past! Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth, of Big Top. Without whom, none of this drunken debauchery would be possible!" Kink proclaimed, throwing himself dramatically at the Ring Mistress' feet in exaggerated worship. When he raised his bottle and spoke out again, a dense piece of grey ash tumbled from the end of the cigar between his lips. "Three Cheers! Hip-Hip-! (Pause to let others say 'Hooray') Hip-Hip-! Hip-Hip-!"<br><br>At the end, Kink fell into fits of laughter, holding his sides as he backed away from the throne, hoping against hope that she'd meant her toast enough to forgive him meaning his only sarcastically. Once the laughter subsided, Kink drank, flashing eyes at Elizabeth that skirted on rebellious.<br><br>Without thinking, or even hesitating for a moment, Kink sat himself heavily across the table from Lawrence. Though Kink paid no mind to the cloud of smoke that followed him to the table, he casually raised the bottle to the sour faced Old Timer across the table.<br><br>"Why the long face, Larr-Bear? Didn't you hear Boss Lady's orders? We're to drink until we forget, and make bad decisions." Kink chuckled, reaching over to tip the bottle over Lawrence's glass, almost but not quite pouring more in from the bottle that already was rimmed with paint from the Clown's lips. "Need some freshening up there, Chief?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 15:36:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Lawerence, Kinky, Open<br><hr><br>The sound of applause still rang in her ears along with the words of gratitude for such a marvelous performance after the end of the show from those who had the pleasure of watching her perform. As always, Chloe smiled for her little fans along with gave out her autographs to those who wanted it. Her outward appearance towards the masses never faltered once even though over the years, their comments all began to sound similar. There were always the rowdy males after a show, leering at her body, as if she might roll over like a well trained dog for them to hump. <br><br>The younger ones were always a delight since their voices held a certain respect and admiration. Magic. That's what they called her act. Pure, untainted magic. She never denied the people anything since it was for them that she practiced until her body ached nearly every day and night. After the last person left the circus grounds, she could still feel the presence of the Spirit in the air. Tantalizing and enticing to all bound to it. When she first arrived years ago, it took all her will to resist becoming something her father would hate worse than a freak. Her hands raked through her hair, loving its softness against her fingertips, before heading over to the train to change quickly for the customary celebration. <br><br>Although one was not required to attend, no one hardly ever missed the gathering unless for personal reasons such as illness. Once in her personal compartment, she went through her belongings to put on a green flapper dressed with black stitching of flowers on her flesh. Next there was her sheer stockings. Pearl earrings were placed in her ear before she clasped a necklace around her throat. It was loose enough not to dangle too much. Leaving her hair down, she picked up a miniature black hat then secured it into her hair. <br><br>Last but not least, Chloe put on her long satin gloves, shoes, and shawl. She checked herself in the mirror a few times until she was satisfied with her appearance. It did not take long for her to make it back to the Big tent, and she could already hear the sounds of her fellow family members along with smell the smoke in the air. Even if she was not close with all of them, she still thought of everyone as family since they were all she had left in this world after her father disowned her for joining the circus. <em>A place for tramps.</em> For a second or two, she stood in the entrance way of the tent, taking in the grandeur of the place as if it was her first time. It all was so different from what she was used to back home, but over the years, she learned to adjust to a great and many things which were unfamiliar to her. <br><br>Smiling at those around her, she moved deeper inside of the tent with the intent to quench her thirst at one of the tables with drinks. Though she was fooling herself since liquor did nothing but make one thirstier. She skirted her hand past a few of the choices then stopped in front of some bourbon. Despite herself, she liked the taste of it over others. Tilting the small bottle over, she allowed for the reddish brown liquor to fill a medium sized wine glass. The first sip sent a little burn down her throat, and she blinked at its strength. The music caused her to sway a little. Nothing fancy. Just enjoying herself. <br><br>She stood up straight with glass in hand just as Elizabeth came out in some type of costume. Even though the color was lovely, it was far too revealing for Chloe's personal taste when offstage. As the ring-mistress began to speak, she gave her undivided attention even though it was the same speech as any other night since each of their performances were always amazing. There wee hardly ever any mistakes, and even if one happened the audience never seemed to notice. Delicately, she placed the glass down on the table since she thought Elizabeth was done speaking, and she intended to clap but then she started back talking again. Chloe visible winced at the curse before quickly picking back up her cup to take another sip to prevent herself from speaking out against Elizabeth use of such foul language. There were plenty of ways to say enjoy one's self without using obscenities. <br><br>Chloe was making her way over to sit in a set when K decided to make himself known to those present. Of course, K was Kinky, but there was no way she intended to call him by such a name. He was not cordial enough to reveal his own so she was forced to invent one for him. She withheld the need to chuckle as K went on some type of praise for Elizabeth's leadership. By now, she was next to Lawrence as she silently observed K trying to get others to join him. Chloe did not. Instead, she merely raised her lips into a smile in Elizabeth's direction since there was no need for sound to come from her lips in the form of cheering. "Someone has had a bit too much to drink though one could not expect more from one of such lack in inhibitions." The words were spoken softly more for herself than anyone else yet Lawrence might have been able to hear her. As K came over, she debated on if she wanted to entertain his company or not. <br><br>Instead of going off to seat on her own, she sat exactly two seats away from Lawrence. Her lips pursed at him in displeasure before saying softly, "K, I do believe you forgot to put on your shirt or do you intend for you tattoos to suffice as a form of covering?" It was hard to tell if the question was serious or not. Her eyes shifted over to Lawrence since she realized she'd been disrespectful to him unintentionally. "Hello, Lawrence." Her nose wriggled slightly since K was not the only one smelling of smoke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 22:49:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariana<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New girl, main engineer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Circus Hand<br><strong>Position:</strong> Engineer/Carpenter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> jeans, white tank top, suspenders<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Elizabeth, Lawrence, Kinky - open.<br><br>The week was complete and it was time to unwind, relax, and party. Not that Mariana was the partying type but she did enjoy watching everyone else let loose. She never got too carried away having to wake up in the morning and finish taking down the trapeze and getting all of it organized on the train. She was still very new but a lot of responsibility was thrust upon her when she joined. Apparently when you do the head engineer’s job better than him you got his job – at least that’s how it worked for her. <br><br>It took some time to get respect as a random girl joined in and had a job that was by no means easy. Mariana worked her butt off, and quickly got some respect – but it still felt like she was constantly being tested by those around her. That was fine, as long as she had projects to work on and competent people to work with she was happy. <br><br>That night wasn’t about thinking on her job it was about kicking back. She went and took off her button up shirt leaving herself in a tight white tank top, black bra straps sticking out, suspenders, dirty jeans, and work boots. She had washed her face and let her hair down. It was usually pulled back tight while she worked and from some encouragement from Chloe and Lexie she let it down to look “prettier”. <br><br>The night started as usual, everyone filing in, Elizabeth making a grand speech, and alcohol everywhere.&nbsp; Mariana sat at a table with some of her “crew” while 2 bottles of spiced rum and vodka were passed between all of them. Everyone at the table was a man and they were all swearing that this was the night they would get Mariana drunk. She never did get drunk but would drink enough to get a warm tingly tipsy feeling. She smiled at the speech Elizabeth gave and continued to talk and laugh as the clowns came out being the very outgoing people they were.<br><br>She sat there watching it all happen, as smoke, laughter, and conversation filled the room. Mariana wasn’t one to really dance, or be over social and she was just getting used to the idea of being around a lot of people. The other stage hands were always trying to get her drunk, or to dance, or something and tonight was no different. Sometimes she wanted to just go crazy and let herself get reckless and all sorts of drunk.<br><br><br>She kept scanning the room and her eyes settled on a table where Kinky was literally bouncing around, he was one man who was very hard to miss. She saw Lawrence and Chloe and decided to socialize with them and Kinky although she could only tolerate his jokes and laughing for so long. Mariana patted her guys that she was using the next day for the trapeze take down and made her way to their table. She found a seat across from Lawrence and Chloe and she smiled. She tried to think of conversation but all she really had now was smiling and sitting there.&nbsp; Practicing to socialize always sounded weird but it was literally what she was doing. <br>“Hey guys. Good show tonight… this week.”<br>With another smile at them all, she pushed her hair behind her ears and hummed along to the music softly trying not to feel like a complete weirdo.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 04:59:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Kinky, Mariana, Chloe, and Lawrence <br><br>Paint, every inch of her body from her ankles to her neck, to her wrists was covered in a thin layer of latex paint. Beautiful as it was and it really was a work of art she did not in any way feel clothed. She felt like she was standing there stark naked without the weight of clothing on her slight frame. "Really just this?" She asked again for about the eighth time. She nodded when Elizabeth said yes and glanced towards the other clowns that were nothing if not her family, while other in the circus might be a bit more removed with the other clowns she was home. <br><br>She nodded her agreement to Elizabeth before her mentor left her looking in the mirror putting on a light robe on so no one else yet saw the way she would be dressed. Twisting and turning before the mirror she tried to get used to the look of her body painted so completely. She was trying to convince her mind she wasn't nearly as naked as she felt. Kinky's little joke caused Lexie's eyes to narrow she watched the reaction in the mirror with a hint of interest. It wasn't often she was mad and even less often she happened to have a mirror handy to watch the reaction take place.<br><br>After a moment she turned so she was facing him strait on her hands settling on painted hips. "I don't think it's dressing she's concerned about in this instance." She said sarcasm edging her bright words as she smiled. She slipped the robe from her shoulders figuring if she could face Kinky like this the rest of the circus, her friends, would be a cake walk. "But thank you for your concern love." She said easily planting a kiss on his cheek as she passed him to join the other clowns who were chattering excitedly.<br><br>She listened over the din of excited speech for Elizabeth's voice that started her speech. Lexie already knew she was to join them weather Elizabeth told her she could wait or not. Staying behind would show weakness and discomfort, things that didn't emulate a Clown and there was no way she could be anything else now. It had only been a few weeks but she couldn't imagine a life different from this anymore. This was it. It was all she wanted.<br><br>When the curtains lifted revealing the clowns Lexie was right up front with them. She smiled brightly and walked with a kind of confidence that would have been eye catching even wearing a garbage bag. She made a beeline towards the small gathering that was taking place around one of the tables flashing a grin at Elizabeth. She ignored Kink's antics though she laughed brightly at it even lending her own voice along with many of the other clowns to his Hurray!<br><br>Lexie skipped to the table giving Mariana a hug from behind, "You look so good with your hair down." She said tugging a lock playfully grinning brightly. Hearing Chloe's comment to Kink she couldn't help but laugh a bright bubbly sound that had a hint of musical quality to it. It was clear she laughed a great deal. " Oh pooh Chloe give him a break not everyone can be as proper as you hun." She said slanting an amused look at the dark haired girl as she moved to perch on the table crossing her legs modestly and making a show of being comfortable and at ease even if her belly felt as if it was full of butterflies.<br><br>Taking a cigarette from the table and lighting it with a match Lexie inhaled deeply a smile quirking her lip as she took in the smoke. Her gaze landed on Lawrence and she smiled brightly. "I'm so glad you joined us tonight Lawrence. I was starting to wonder if I'd need to hunt you down to have a conversation with you." She said with a giggle.<br><br>Twisting around and half laying across the table Lexie grabbed a bottle of flavored vodka and a glass pouring herself a healthy amount. She didn't need to drink to be silly or to gain courage she had both in spades but it did help her loosen up a bit in the few ways she was reserved and right now wearing something as revealing as she was she felt like she needed something a touch extra. She took the trouble shot and promptly started coughing laughing once she caught her breath, "Wee that was fun. Now what?" She said her eyes shifting around the group.<br><br>Her eyes lingered on Kink for a moment before moving away and landing on Lawrence once more. Her head tilted to the side and a playful look took over her face her eyes flashing a bright blue brilliance, "Lets dance." She said&nbsp; letting her fingers lightly play down his arm like she was planning on taking his hand, "Pay back for avoiding our wonderful company for so long." She teased laughing lightly her bright smile never faltering. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 06:17:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, Chloe, Mariana, Lexie.<br><br>Lawrence had not been here very long, but he was already beginning to realize who he liked and who bothered him.&nbsp; It was rare that Lawrence straight up did not like someone, but it was a common occurrence that someone irritated him.&nbsp; Kinky, as he so liked to call himself, was one of the people who tended to bother him the most.&nbsp; Outwardly, there was very little wrong with him.&nbsp; It was just his…Lawrence honestly could not put a finger on exactly what it was.&nbsp; Lawrence was all for people living a care free lifestyle, but the man was simply reckless.&nbsp; Lawrence took him as the type to forget about everybody around him, so long as he managed to get a good laugh out of it.&nbsp; Lawrences eyes followed the tilt of that bottle, nothing more than a droplet fell from it to cause ripples in the amber liquid.<br><br>“I do not believe she went so far as to say that we ought to make bad decisions.” His words were cut off when he realized that Chloe to had joined them, and instantly his wording changed.&nbsp; He knew enough of her to know that vulgarity was not exactly her favorite thing in the world. “Bad decisions tend to end in bad results.&nbsp; I believe she more implied that we ought to rather let ourselves go for the evening.” His voice was incredibly level as he spoke, and his eyes were set upon Kinky.&nbsp; There was no doubt in his expression that he had more or less given the man a warning.&nbsp; Kinky was one of the key factors in the “Scouting report” that Elizabeth had given him about those within the circus whom he should keep an eye on.<br><br>His expression changed to a smile as he looked up to Chloe, who had absolutely no issue chastising Kinky.&nbsp; It was ashame that she spoke so quietly, the man would have likely taken more heeding to her words then his.&nbsp; Once Chloe sat down, he gave her a slight bow of the head.&nbsp; His fingers clasped his cigar as he took in a few puffs, blowing the air upwards as to not assault Chloes nostrils.&nbsp; Next came a laugh at Chloes thoughts on “Ks” lack of a shirt. “I must admit that I like his tattoos.”&nbsp; He gave Kinky a smirk before his attention turned back to Chloe. “It is nice to see you again, Chloe.” <br><br>When Mariana joined the table, choosing to sit beside Kinky, she too was met with a smile.&nbsp; She was one of the people within the circus that he had actually talked with on more occasions than one, so he felt a bit more at ease with her.&nbsp; After another few puffs of his cigar, and the same discreet exhale, he set the cigar down and spoke to the girl. “You speak as though you were not as intricate a part of the shows as we were, Mariana.&nbsp; I am sure that Chloe can attest to your importance, after all it is your craftsmanship that has made her act so much safer.” Lexie soon joined the mix, stepping behind Mariana to give her a backwards hug.&nbsp; Once Lexie stepped away from Mariana and he was able to take full appreciation of her body and it’s paint, he gave a smile that he was sure she would receive from a great deal of men this evening. “That is an absolutely brilliant work of art, Lexie.&nbsp; Elizabeths doing, no doubt?” Had Lexie seemed uncomfortable in her current state then he would have to have a discussion with Elizabeth, but she seemed to roll with it with great ease.<br><br>“I personally like her sensibilities.” He spoke of Chloes properness.&nbsp; Then Lexies attention seemed to fall back on him, and he laughed with her. “Mariana didn’t seem to have very much trouble finding me.” He said with a smile towards the Engineer.&nbsp; Purely out of good graces he did not look at the display before him.&nbsp; When Lexie leaned forward he was probably the only man with the proper view not to stare at her bare body stretched in such a way.&nbsp; But before he knew it, he felt fingers trailing down his arms and the offer to dance.&nbsp; He gave a raised eyebrow as he looked up to Lexie, this was pretty much his first time meeting her and she was asking him to dance.<br><br>He contemplated lying an saying that he didn’t dance, but anyone who had watched Elizabeth and him perform would know it was a bold faced lie.&nbsp; Perhaps the tremendous amounts of fire and lack of touching disguised it, but the entire act in and of itself was nothing more than a dance.&nbsp; So he lifted his palm and took her hand.&nbsp; But before he stood, he drank half of his scotch and set it down.&nbsp; So much for only one drink this evening.<br><br>Lawrence took to his feet and smiled to the table. “I’ll return shortly.”&nbsp; He didn’t wait for his cue to walk towards the elevated stage.&nbsp; His fingers entwined with Lexies and he led the way.&nbsp; When the two were beside the stage, he turned and let go of Lexies hand.&nbsp; Both hands went beneath her arms as he lazily lifted her onto the stage, she helped with a small jump and she landed flat footed on the edge of the stage.&nbsp; He took her hand again and stepped up, guiding her towards the center.<br><br>“Formal dancing is far from my strong suit, so go ahead and lead the way and I will find my footing.” Lawrences eyes skated over her shoulder to look towards Elizabeth.&nbsp; She seemed straight faced, but the slightest bit of tension in her lips let him know she wasn’t pleased.&nbsp; This left him with a bright smile aimed down towards Lexie, just something else to make the dance more enjoyable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 11:18:04</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Kate and open.<br><br>However much the rather lovely Lottie wanted to avoid the party this was one that she was unable to convince her sister that they could miss. Also the truth be told they had been having more evenings in after the shows than they had carousing so the rather quieter twin had to concede.&nbsp; She was also aware that this was something that really would be impolite to avoid and ignore and being ill-mannered was not something that this rather lovely red haired girl would do. Her sister might but this twin certainly would not, though good manners or no, she arrived.<br><br>As this was a rather ‘formal’ occasion Lottie wore the same attire as Kate, such things were often expected even in the more relaxed celebrations. Though the outfits were a little less revealing than might have been worn during a show they did show more flesh than the slightly quieter twin might have liked. The glitter and beads shone and sparkled in a most enticing way, they even seemed to play across her rather pale and slightly freckled skin of the entertainer.<br><br>As she was the left twin her right hand was placed about her sister shoulder, it was of course not necessary considering the feats that the two could perform on various stages.&nbsp; However it felt right to do so as she liked to be closer to her sister when having to meet with new people. Of course she had seen many of them and had also perhaps passed quiet conversation or a polite smile but that was about it, Lottie was the rather more subdued of the twins.<br><br>There was something a little unnerving about Lottie though, the way she and her sister walked in complete unison, and the fact that the two always seemed to be having some conversation between them, but a conversation without words. The more submissive of the two found somewhere to sit and drew two chairs very close together so they might sit, only after she had taken a small glass of wine. Yet she did not drink it for she knew that Kate would likely want a scotch and it was never a good idea to mix grape and grain for both of them would suffer.<br><br><br>It had been exciting being offered a place in this new circus one that was growing and living, truly living with the stories that her grandmother had told made Lottie fee privileged indeed. After a short time the quieter one picked a scotch and put it to Kate’s lips. <strong>Do you think we should mingle a little?</strong> there was a pause then as the glass was placed back on the table. Only so her sister could pick it up. <strong>So what do you say another spot of Dutch courage...not that you need it…we should try to join the party, after all you love a party.</strong> her voice was quiet little more than the breath of a whisper. More interaction appeared to go between the two but few would know the words that might be spoken.. They crossed their legs as one…and smiled. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>10-05-2012, 22:08:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie and open.<br><br>To say that Kate had been looking forward to the gathering was an understatement. It had always been a matter of having to consider her sister before thinking about what she wanted to do, which on occasion was most frustrating. Apart from the fact that they were physically identical, their individual needs were anything but. <br><br>Being the party animal that she was proved difficult at times due to being so ‘close’ to her sister, but after allowing Lottie the opportunity to stay in for many a night now, it had to be her time to shine, didn’t it? Yes she had good manners another of her traits that she shared with her sister but unlike her sister she did not suffer fouls lightly and was more than willing to share her opinion and that of her sister with any that would listen. <br><br>She had picked out matching corsets for them to wear and had insisted that she put it on, when she could see that Lottie showed a hint of disagreement in her eyes. She had taken joy in seeing both herself and Lottie being secured into the corsets and now happy with the way they looked they arrived at the assembly.<br><br>She had her long red hair down on this occasion, which did little to hide the glitter and beads. Being the twin to her sister’s right, she welcomed the arm of her twin over her shoulder and placed her left around Lottie’s waist. Judging by how her sister held her, as if wanting protection, Kate knew that she would be making the introductions for the most part and felt ready to do so for her sister’s sake.&nbsp; <br><br>With Lottie being the most observant, Kate was directed to a comfortable place to sit. She watched her sister take the wine and a little while later Lottie kindly placed a scotch to her lips. It was then placed on the table before her. She took it within seconds and downed it with hesitation. She then took another in hand, after lowering the empty glass to the table, as the heat of the alcohol from the first warmed her within. <br><br>Each gesture between them meant a thousand words to each other in their own private interactions. Their synchrony was something to behold should anyone observe them in action. Even before sitting, Kate was showing signs that she wished to mingle by looking upon those already present. To make new friends. Upon the proposal that they do just that, by her sister, she looked to her with amused surprise at her making the suggestion before even she had shared her thoughts. <br><br>Refraining herself to not drink the next scotch just yet, she answered he sister in her usual manner.<strong> “Mingling, yes I think we could do that. Courage is not what I need as you say. So let us now stand and see who we can meet, together.” </strong> She then drank her second scotch and took her sister hand in hers. <strong>“After you.” </strong> She added with amusement in her voice, knowing full well that they would have to stand at the same time. She giggled knowing that her sister would join in once the joke had sunk in. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 03:07:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Doggy Style! Arf!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Dressing Area/ Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Chloe, Mariana, Lawrence, Twins, Open.<br><br>Kinky screwed up his face spitefully as Chloe took the first opportunity to shoot verbal daggers of judgement at him. She was criticizing his lack of a shirt as an assumed lack of modesty, though perhaps she'd known him long enough not to have to assume. Kinky flipped the suspenders off of his shoulders and used the thumbs on both hands to pinch his nipples against the side of his forefingers, lifting one then the other as he stared daggers right at Chloe, even while making a stupid face, tongue dangling out of his face like a dog having it's belly scratched.<br><br>"Chloe, darling woman." Kink began, still playing with his bare nipples, pretending that they were their own little kick line across his chest. "I see that you have utterly abandoned the search for a hat that could adequately encompass the ever expanding mass that is your giant, inflated head! Quite clever, really. Pinning tiny little doll hats to that massive cranium, maybe if you could collect five or six more like that you could piece them together, like Pangea. So then they'd just spread out as your globe of a dome increased, week to week."<br><br>Kink abandoned his nipples in favor of a pantomime that demonstrated the expanding of Chloe's head, using his own skull for reference, widening his arms while making an inflating sound with his lips, like air being pumped into a balloon. When his arms reached their outward limit, he made an inappropriately loud "POP!" sound with his mouth, spraying tiny spit droplets onto the table as he bloomed out his fingers to express the combustion of Chloe's overinflated head.<br><br>There were plenty of more "choice" words that Kinky would have used if it had been anyone else that prodded him, but for Chloe, so prim and proper, it was much more amusing to address her like the Renaissance Diplomat that Kink always assumed that she viewed herself as. Beat her at her own game, as it were.<br><br>After a self assured chuckle, Kink took another pull from the bottle of Scotch, having been gently dismissed by Lawrence some moments before Chloe arrived. It was quite a shock to hear Lawrence defend his tattoos, perhaps playing Devil's Advocate, but in spite of the fact that Kink needed no one else to defend him or his... way, he appreciated Lawrence's honesty. His tattoos were pretty awesome.<br><br>Kink slipped his cigar back into his mouth, ashing it discreetly in the dirt as Mariana joined the table. Her smile was met by one of his own, though his was much larger and exaggerated as though his lips suddenly became allergic to his teeth. As Lawrence returned her niceties about how great the shows had been that week, kink slid the paint stained bottle in front of his favorite Engineer.<br><br>"Drink up Mari Cakes." Kink smirked, sliding the bottle closer to the slightly timid girl, before addressing the rest at the table. "Do you know where we're headed next week? I always like to slip a little local flavor into my acts and segments."<br><br>When Lexie entered the tent, like so many others, Kink's eyes were drawn to her. He hadn't quite understood why she'd been behaving strangely in the dressing area, but without the modesty of her robe, Kink could see the discomfort on her face and he shot a fierce glare at Elizabeth from his place at the table. The nerve of that woman. Kink felt the hypocrisy of her previous speech wash over him, let loose indeed.<br><br>Shouldn't the girl be free to wear what she pleased to the party? Wasn't <em>she</em> free to cut loose and enjoy herself, actually <em>be</em> herself rather than Elizabeth's version of what she ought to be? No, of course not, not a clown. While Kink didn't quite understand what Lexie was feeling, having no real concept of shame, he did understand that she was uncomfortable and would only become more so as the night went on.<br><br>Kink had plenty of experience with liquid latex, both of the clear variety, so often used to make false beards or prosthetic features, but also with the "Paint" variety that Liz had used her as a hesitant Guinea pig for. None of them breathed, not in the slightest. In a matter of minutes, Lexie's body would object to the lack of oxygen and begin to sweat, peeling the latex back from her skin. Then it would begin to stick to itself as she moved, binding fast and sticking readier to the other latex than to her skin. It would peel away, under the arms, between the thighs, under her breasts, anywhere she unconsciously touched herself, the latex would start peeling away. Eventually, she'd be all but naked, what would Chloe say to that?<br><br>Latex always took twice as long to remove as it did to apply, the places where it wouldn't peel off on its own and had to be meticulously pulled back from the skin, one tiny jagged piece at at time. Would Elizabeth be there for her then? Where the latex got tangled with her hair or was so tiny that it could only be picked off with fingernails. Kink doubted it.<br><br>At this point, there was nothing he could do about it, Lexie was already inextricably wrapped in her formfitting, synthetic plastic prison. All he could do was watch and wait, bring her some sweats when she'd inevitably need them and maybe, if the moment seemed neat, offer his services to help her peel herself free of the painted on prison. He jabbed the tip of his throwing knife bitterly into the wooden table as she approached.<br><br>She had hugs and smiles for everyone, everyone but Kinky which only made him more frustrated. Always the bad guy. No hugs or smiles for him who might be bold enough to tell the truth. Lexie was being used.<br><br>The young clown was so bubbly and eager to please, that she would have crawled through broken glass if Elizabeth had asked her, she was too bright eyed and bushy tailed to push back. Kink took another drink of his Scotch as Lexie invited Lawrence to dance. Nothing like physical exercise inside an airless, body condom. More attention being paid, none of it to him.<br><br>As "The Twins" three-legged raced their way over, Kink parked his cigar between his lips and spread out his left hand over the table. Taking a moment to wrestle his throwing knife out of the wood, he jabbed the point into the table again bitterly, less than an inch from the outside of his thumb, then inside his thumb, then back outside. Inside the thumb again, then between his index and back again. The game was called "Five Finger Fillet", and it was a favorite of the Clown's when he was feeling neglected. Faster and faster he stabbed the table, billowing smoke from his nose as his fist flew back and forth, stabbing faster and faster between his fingers, always in the same pattern, blooming out from inside the thumb and then scaling back again.<br><br>In between his fingers, bits of the table were beginning to break off and fill the small holes he was creating with wood chips and bits of ruined table cloth. When his arm began to ache from the rapid fire stabbing, Kink planted the knife between his middle and ring fingers, stabbing it deep enough to poke out through the bottom.<br><br>He leaned back and ashed his cigar, casting a bitter glance at Lawrence's back, then a decidedly hateful one back at Elizabeth before tipping back his bottle. He was feeling it now, that low burn in his chest and belly, bringing color up around his neck. The bottle was half empty when he came up for air. He wasn't even sure who he was mad at, Elizabeth, Lexie or Lawrence; or even why for a certainty. But Kink trusted his emotions without needing to understand them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 04:09:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lawerence, Kinky, Mariana. Lexie, Lottie, Kate Open<br><hr><br>A tension was in the air between Kay and Lawrence when she arrived at their table, but it was of no concern to her as long as their egos did not bump with each other. There was no doubt in her mind that both of them loathed each other since men, who were new to each other, needed to develop some type of system between them before peace could be restored. Almost like animals. Lawrence was quite attractive when he smiled since sometimes he seemed so broody when on the train or grounds of the circus. <br><br>She felt compelled to smile back as the warmth of the bourbon filled her body like fire from a hearth. Why did she feel the need to bother Kay about his lack of a shirt? It would have been easy for her to just ignore it, but for some reason, she thoroughly enjoyed getting a rise out of him since he was one of the only people in the circus to do so with her. The first time it happened, Chloe was shocked, but now, she was more than ready for some type of remark back from him. <em>Why does he have to call me darling woman?</em> She knew he could not stand her despite the use of the endearment so it would not likely lighten whatever words he chose to use against her in this moment between them. <br><br>The expression on his face was so dramatized that she was forced to bite her tongue in order to prevent herself from chucking since it was quite amusing. Then his hands lifted upward to touch his nipples, and she felt herself stiffen in the chair. What was he playing at with her?&nbsp; One of her eyebrows tilted upward as he proceeded to insult her own choice of clothing. Slowly, her face transformed into one of calmness as he continued his little display like a child. Her mouth opened to slice back at him verbally with a witty reply, but a droplet of his saliva plopped itself into her glass of bourbon. Gently, her teeth nibbled at her lower lip as she fought the urge not to spew obscenities at him. <br><br>“Oh, Kay," she spoke with a soft sigh. "I would not expect you to understand something as frivolous as fashion though one cannot blame you since you were unlikely to have the pleasure of learning its various intricacies in your life. Though I am sorry the hat obviously displease you." In truth, she really did not care what he thought of her clothing since his opinion meant little to her. "Perhaps the next time Elizabeth allows us to leave the circus on a shopping trip, you can pick out one that will suit my enormous head, and I can pick out a pair of properly sized shoes for you.” Her tone was completely serious as she held his gaze until given proper distraction of another person speaking within their little group. <br><br>Lawrence’s opinion on tattoos caused her to shrug her shoulders slightly since she did not believe in such things. “Everyone has a preference.” Even she felt conflicted about the small holes in her ears for earrings due to it damaging her body in a small way yet she loved jewelry too much to let the piercing close naturally. <br><br>When Chloe spotted Mariana, a bright smile appeared on her face since she looked quite lovely with her hair down. It was a step in the right direction, and she knew soon enough they would be able to wear summer dresses together when the weather became hot. Well, not really, but one could hope that the engineer would abandon jeans for prettier fabrics. Of course, it occurred to her that there was little time for her to wear what one might consider impractical clothing, but surely, there was one day where they could just relax with the gentle breeze caressing their ankles. <br>As soon as Mariana was within hearing distance, she greeted her properly with a wave of her hand. “Hello, Marianna. It’s a pleasure to see you looking so lovely.” Her blue eyes took in the girl’s demeanor and recognized it as nervousness. It seemed wrong to bring the issue to light so she merely took another sip from her cup as her foot tapped lightly under the table. <br><br>Rather quickly, her attention was grabbed by Lexie as she came out with a group of clowns. Chloe nearly choked before she raised her hand to her lips, getting a hold of herself. Instantly, she turned to Elizabeth since she knew the woman was in charge of the clown’s outfits. Well, everyone except Kay since he was not exactly one to dress like a doll. She tried to keep her emotions down since she felt extremely uncomfortable in front of a basically naked woman. Her hand rose upward to twirl in a lose curl of her hair as Lexie addressed her with usual ease and playfulness. “Hello, Lexie,” she commented quietly before raising her stare up at the girl’s face when she defended Kay’s choice of clothing. Her face blushed lightly at Lawrence’s defense since she did not expect his words though it should not have surprised her after he defended Kay’s tattoos. “I do not expect for everyone to have my morals. I have often been told multiple times that I am behind on the times though I do not think it a negative quality to possess in such a dark world.” The music continued lightly in the background as she felt herself slightly angry for Lexie’s predicament yet the spirit in the air calmed her. <br><br>With Lawrence and Lexie moving to the dance floor, she was left in the company of Kay and Marianna. Her eyes drifted down to her tainted drink before scooting it away from in front of her with a push of her hand. Though the sound of something odd caused her to turn back to him as she let a shocked gasp escape her lips. Then she became deadly quiet as she watched with fascinated awe as his hand moved quicker and quicker with the knife. Chloe’s head tilted to the side as she watched Kay openly throw daggers at Lawrence’s back with his eyes since Lexie was wrapped in his arms. She turned away to give him some privacy since it seemed like a personal moment. After a second or two, she turned back to see him guzzling down his drink, and she flashed back to her father doing the same thing before becoming violent. She paled with obvious fright. <br><br>Without knowing why, her hand reached out to the knife to wriggle it out of the table since it was much too hard for her to pull it out directly. Once it was out, she placed it beside the hole before speaking to both Lottie and Kate. "Hello, you two. It is nice to see the both of you." Chloe was not exactly sure how to feel about the joined twins since they were so peculiar in more ways than their looks. With a gesture of her hand in Kay's direction, she spoke softly, "Perhaps the two of you will like to dance with Kay. I am sure he will behave like the perfect gentleman on the dance floor with you." Did she wish for him to be away from her or provide a way for him to avoid becoming extremely drunk? She couldn't be sure, but she hoped he would dance with the girl along with leaving the bottle on the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 04:15:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand (security/general labor)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, everyone else in passing<br><br>Kepler was a little late to the festivities. He was always a little late, frequently the last one to filter in, as he'd learned he couldn't enjoy himself anyway if there was one thing that needed doing that shouldn't be left undone until the morning. That and he'd also taken time to clean up, his dark hair still a touch damp and curling at the nape of his neck, and change into clean if not exactly festive clothes. He wore a snug black T and his newest pair of jeans, pretty much his standard uniform, but he wore it well as always, not the sort who required a wardrobe to attract attention.<br><br>His golden brown eyes took in the crowd as he entered, assessing the room as he entered though he was about as relaxed as he ever was. It was force of habit to read the room, to look for potential trouble spots before they erupted even if the objective was revelry...for some, especially if. That thought led him to seek out Kink, not too hard to spot given the garish colors the clown wore, but things seemed under control on that front for now though had Kepler heard the biting toast he might have felt differently. He was glad to see Mariana out and about, the kid should cut loose every once in awhile though she was looking a little unsure about it all at the moment, and then there was Chloe. His eyes couldn't help but stop there. She looked like a figure from a tinted old photograph come to life, the color of her soft and blurred a bit around the edges save those blue eyes of hers, not quite from this time but not from any other. But she was always like that, something to be admired just not from anywhere close, especially if being within ten feet of her made you feel like a fucking caveman. <br><br>"Evening, ladies," he said to the twins as he passed them, taking the bottle of beer he was handed with a nod of thanks and moving along. So too did he pass the Mariana, Chloe and Kink, lifting the bottle to them in a greeting and a salute, before he noticed Lexie and Lawrence enjoying a dance. Interesting. Kepler glanced at Elizabeth wondering how that was going down then found himself doing a double take as he realized Lexie wasn't wearing anything but paint. He was only human, he let his eyes linger over her for a minute...she was a cute girl and if she didn't want people looking she wouldn't have come out like this. It wasn't work after all, it was just family. <br><br>He'd set his sights on Elizabeth when he'd noticed she was sitting apart, anchoring her own little end of the table rather than mingling. maybe she was out of sorts. Maybe she was just mulling things over, observing while she made up her mind. Either way, he'd start with her, pay his respects, have a drink, and see what else the night would bring.<br><br>"Everything's squared away in my night, how about yours boss?" he asked as he slid into a chair near to her and took a pull of his beer. His eyes looked back over the crowd and he sighed seeing Kink going at it with a knife and then a bottle. What were the chances this was going to end well? Maybe his night wasn't so squared away after all.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 06:09:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kepler, glancing at the Family.<br><br>She had chosen her seat away from the others for a couple of reasons.&nbsp; But the most important one was to observe how things went down with Lawrence.&nbsp; He was in a particularly odd situation, being one of the old timers…Yet to most in the family being as fresh blood as anyone else.&nbsp; She knew that he would be able to handle himself, he had always had an incredible ability to survive that tended to bleed into his social affairs.&nbsp; She would be lying to herself if she tried and tell herself that she wasn’t a little bit jealous.&nbsp; She would swear up and down to most that she had no feelings left for him, even to herself, but times like this let her know that somewhere deep down they had not entirely disappeared.<br><br>She was a bit surprised that he was immediately accompanied by a group of people.&nbsp; The most surprising of which being Kinky, for some reason she had not anticipated the two getting along.&nbsp; Elizabeth was a lip reader…But no amount of help from the spirit could allow her to read their lips from this far of a distance, only the body language she could make out from where she was.&nbsp; They all seemed to be getting along just fine, she found her body begin to ease.&nbsp; That was until Lexie approached Lawrence, and apparently asked them to dance since they quickly went that way.&nbsp; Her face went emotionless, but she was forced to bite her lip.&nbsp; Lawrence looked over to her, she didn’t doubt he noticed.<br><br>She immediately poured herself another glass of champagne and looked away from the dance floor.&nbsp; She caught Kepler enter, seeming entirely normal until his gaze ended up fixed on one particular person.&nbsp; When she realized who she couldn’t help but to smile, logging it away in the recesses of her mind for later use if need be.&nbsp; Elizabeth drank from her champagne and watched as Kinky began to play with his knife.&nbsp; Elizabeth just shook her head and muttered “Dear god he brought a weapon.” She had no doubt that that may likely end up being a very, very bad sign.<br><br>Kepler was their to distract her at the perfect time, and her full attention was drawn to him.&nbsp; Just like most of the men had done to Lexie, Elizabeth gave Kepler the once over before offering him a flirtatious smile. “Better now.”&nbsp; She rarely flirted with Kepler, mainly because she rarely had the opportunity to speak with him in a one on one setting.&nbsp; As Kepler sat down she again looked over her Family, who were already beginning to mingle peacefully.&nbsp; She wasn’t surprised to see the bulk of the clowns with the Stage Hands, while the acts sat on their own for the most part.&nbsp; No matter how much she attempted to drive it into their heads that they needed to learn to socialize, they absolutely refused to listen to her.<br><br>“The grounds should be clear by now.&nbsp; I have a few local stage hands earning their last nights pay patrolling the area to keep out unwanted guest, so our only concerns should be within this tent.” She trusted Kepler more than she trusted a lot of the Family.&nbsp; She could never be positive, but she already knew that he had no issues bleeding for the circus and she had a feeling that he would have no issues dying for it if it came to it.&nbsp; She hoped that day never came.<br><br>She washed away her thoughts by finishing the glass of champagne, setting it down on the table a bit too harshly.&nbsp; She was lucky the glass didn’t break in her hand.&nbsp; That hand lifted, intent on pointing towards the dance floor.&nbsp; But she stopped halfway, forming a fist that had fingernails pressing into her palm.&nbsp; Kepler didn’t gossip, so he was one of the few she confided in.&nbsp; She doubted he liked it. “He is back for two weeks, and his first gathering he decides to dance with a nearly naked clown.&nbsp; He fucking mocks me on purpose.” She was more or less talking to herself, but it was still nice to know someone was there to hear it.&nbsp; She took a deep breath and looked back towards Kepler.<br><br>“But I do not appear to be the only person bothered by it.&nbsp; Kinky has hardly began his drinking and I have a feeling he is already getting angry.&nbsp; At who I do not know.&nbsp; I know that it goes without saying, but we need to keep an eye on him.” Her voice showed a frustration.&nbsp; She did not like that she was already feeling undermined.&nbsp; Her body turned in an awkward way, and she reached behind her chair to take out one of her poi balls.&nbsp; She placed it in her lap and sighed, shaking her head to try again to clear her mind.<br><br>“I think that you and Lawrence are going to need to talk and come to an understanding.&nbsp; For the most part, he is incredibly level headed, but if he is set off he can be violent.&nbsp; Especially if he feels like he is trying to protect somebody.&nbsp; I want him to know that I trust you immensely, and that you can protect the family.&nbsp; I do not want him to make a bad name for himself so freshly returned.” Her mood had appeared to change.&nbsp; She didn’t sound as though she wished for Kepler to threaten Lawrence, she honestly meant her words as they sounded.&nbsp; If Lawrence trusted Kepler to do his job, then there would be no worries about him stepping out of line.<br><br>“Kinky is a strange man, but I believe that in his own way he means for the best.&nbsp; If he acts out tonight, I want you to try your best not to hurt him.&nbsp; Obviously I am not going to tell you how to do your job, but so long as you can subdue him for long enough for me to get to him I know how to…” Put the fear of god in him, was what she wanted to say, but she thought that’d be far too cruel. “Ensure that he calms down.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 06:41:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky and Lawrence In Passing; Chloe,The Twins, Elizabeth and Keplar<br><br>It had been impulsive to ask Lawrence to dance. Really she just had been enjoying the music and since Keplar who she would usually bug into dancing with her wasn't around he was the only one acceptable. She'd considered for a moment asking Kink but he was in one of his moods and while most of the time she didn't mind him even found him fun if irritating tonight feel a bit fragile she chose someone she could tell from a glance would be safe.<br><br>She saw Lawrence hesitation when she asked him and almost took it back. He didn't know her well enough to know he could say no without hurting her. Lexie didn't get hurt often things rolled off of her for the most part but he was a gentleman and accepted even though she had the distinct feeling that he didn't really want to. Already feeling out of sorts he's displeasure with the idea did bother her though none of it showed on her face. Outwardly she smiled looking pleased when he accepting taking her hand in his pausing only to drink half of his drink.<br><br>She gave the group a charming wave and a bright smile, "Back in a jiff" She told everyone giggling as he led her to the stage and lifted her up onto it only having to hop a bit to help. he took her hand again and joined her on the stage leading her easily to the center. She watched him glance at Elizabeth then back to her smiling brightly and she tried to figure out the connection and his reaction. Everyone knew there was a past between them, there were whispers that they had been lovers. She why did he act so odd? <br><br>She shook her head to banish the thoughts it mattered not. let someone else worry she lived to have fun. She smiled and shook her head playfully when he said she should lead. "I'm sure you underestimate yourself." She said brightly even as she started to lead. Gentle pressure from her hands on his shoulder and his own hand helped lead him through the simple waltz. Lexie moved with a fluid sort of grace that came breathlessly. "I won't detain you long hun, though next time I might not me so merciful." Lexie said twirling out from him before coming back to go through a turn, "It's nice to finally meet you it was odd not knowing someone here." She said wrinkling her nose slightly and laughing, "Since we're family and all." She said with a wink repressing the urge to giggle. the song that they'd come into in the beginning ended and Lexie stepped back with grace. "I've already stolen you away for a moment, later I may do so again but till then." She leaned in and bushed a kiss across cheek before leaving hopping from the stage.<br><br>Ending the dance was for both of their favors, under the candle light it was quiet hot and while the paint didn't peel the spirit keeping her costume in place it did nothing to reduce the heat of it. She hadn't anticipated the discomfort but now was a bit eager to get away from it. She didn't expect she'd be doing much dancing this evening. <br><br>As she drew closer to the table she could see Kink had been making a mess of the table and looked in a particularly sour mood. Lexie felt the low buzz of irritation but pushed it back as she joined the group once more. "Don't let him lie to you, he's a good dancer." Lexie said smiling to the group as she picked up her glass and refilled it. She took a sip but no more. She may have felt out of sorts but getting drunk would not help in the least. <br><br>Lighting a cigarette Lexie waved at the twins and spotted Keplar. She almost hopped up to go give him a hug but he was talking to Elizabeth and she didn't want to disrupt them, for all she knew it could be important. Instead her gaze shifted to Chloe and Kink. She was a bit surprised she'd bothered to keep his company given his volatile nature but maybe she'd have a calming effect on him though judging from his expression it was not so. <br><br>Lexie plopped herself down next to Kink shifting in her seat a touch. It was decidedly odd how much you felt without the barrier of cloth protecting you. "Cheer up sour puss. There's no reason to be so dour." She said pulling a mock look of upset much like the one he was wearing it exasperated to about the tenth degree. "If you don't cut it out I may have to intervene." She said her eyes sparkling with mirth as she tried to cheer him up. She didn't like seeing people upset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 18:08:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o2_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Mariana<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Girl, Main Engineer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Circus Hand<br><strong>Position:</strong> Engineer/Carpenter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Jeans, white tank top, suspenders, work boots.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Chloe, Kinky, Twins, Kepler, open.<br><br><br>The night seemed to be going as it usually was, people slowly drinking more, laughing, and talking. Although at her table it felt like the tension was going up. Lexie came over and startled her with a hug commenting on her hair and before she could say thank you she was trying not to stare at her friend’s colorful and uncovered form. She admired the bubbly red head in a whole new way. <br><br>Mariana shook her head away from thoughts that were venturing towards nefarious areas. She received more compliments from Lawrence and Chloe about her skills and that she looked pretty. With a small thanks and a slight blush to her cheeks she felt better about this whole thing.<br><br>Soon Lexie was off dancing with Lawrence and a bottle was thrust in front of her. She took a swig and felt a small pang of jealousy. That Lexie just asked Lawrence to dance, she wanted that courage or maybe she just wanted to dance with the new mysterious man. Mariana was not about to admit either thing and pushed that feeling down. Kinky was a nice distraction from her own feelings and the duel with words he was having was Chloe was quite interesting to watch. <br><br>The alcohol kept flowing through the clown’s veins and soon the blood would be flowing out the way he was playing with his knife. She watched him stab in between his fingers and she tried calculating the chance he would cut himself but decided intricate math problems involving a colleague and injury was not something you did at this type of event. <br><br>She found more rum and poured it in a glass saying a quick hello to Kepler as he finally made his entrance and she continued to watch the glares Kinky was giving everyone and Chloe’s ability to let insults fall away. Then the twins caught her eye and she forgot which was Lottie and which was Kate and went with a much easier greeting of “hello ladies”, with a nice smile for all of them. Lexie rejoined them a moment later after a single dance and her attempts at trying to break the sour feeling at the table was lovely. Mariana was once again silent and hoped someone would spark a conversation that wouldn’t piss anyone off too much, that she might be able to join in. <br><br>She went through topics in her head that could be easily discussed with everyone but anytime she came up with something she shot it down since it typically revolved around things like cars. So she sat there twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers while sipping her spiced drink. Maybe she’d just cut her night short and start preparing for the next day but something inside her told her stay, the energy in the tent as a whole was keeping her there. Plus she sort of wanted to see where this night was going, it just started and could only get better, or so she told herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 03:14:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Missionary, Amen!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Chloe.<br><br>Kink flinched noticeably when Chloe reached across the table to pull free the knife that he had embedded so deeply in the table. It wasn't that he was frightened of her, or even that she moved suddenly. The move itself, was so unexpected that the clown sat up as sharply as if she'd stabbed him in the arm. In reality she gently, almost tenderly set the knife down, still within the clown's reach, and retreated casually back to her side of the table. Kink eyed her suspiciously, taking his knife back up and deftly spinning it between his fingers like he sometimes did with coins, knuckle to knuckle, turning his hand over when it reached the end.<br><br>What was she playing at?<br><br>When she suggested that he go dance with the Twins, Kink felt like he understood. He was making her nervous and she wanted to get rid of him. That made sense, play like she was actually concerned for his well-being and then shame him away when he tried to return to his seat. Clever girl.<br><br>"No good dancing on an empty stomach." Kink muttered, gesturing with his cigar as he leaned back in his chair, looking triumphant at having seen through Chloe's tactic. "Though if you're in need of a partner, Chloe, I'd be tickled pink to go out there and cut up a goddamn rug. Perfect Gentleman that I am."<br><br>The liquor was still filtering into his bloodstream, and Kink slid the bottle a little farther away. Until he'd mentioned it, the thought of being hungry had scarcely even crossed the clown's brain, until he'd been fishing for excuses not to abandon his claim over a seat at "The Grown Up" table. Now that he'd said it though, he was remembering how long it had been since he'd eaten. A can of luke warm beans, on the fly between shows almost twenty four hours ago. Sleep was even more scarce during production.<br><br>Just as Kink was waiting to see if Chloe would call his bluff right back, Lexie returned to the table, bright as ever and focused on Kink. The sudden flood of bright, chipper attention from his fellow clown brought a brief but startlingly sincere smile to his lips. He turned ever so slightly in his seat to answer for his previous expression.<br><br>"Smiles are just as depressing as sighs if they're hollow. The best of joy and melancholy too, come from the truth behind them." Kink remarked flippantly, still smiling with a casual kind of ease that came from a smile that wasn't forced or even noticed by the wearer. "Much like our little circus itself."<br><br>Lexie's mention of intervening brought a different shade of grin to Kink's lips, letting his eyes truly appreciate her "costume" for the evening. Every lithe contour of her firm little package hugged to perfection. No peeling had taken place thus far, perhaps that was some of Liz's Spirit at work. After his eyes had traveled the full length of her, down and back up (art was meant to be appreciated after all), Kink asked the question that was truly on his mind.<br><br>"Aren't you hot in that fucking thing?" Kink asked, leaning conspiratorially close to Lexie as he asked it. Any further questions were interrupted by the clown's stomach, demanding to be heard with it's own urgent question in a plaintive rumble.<br><br><em>All this booze, already? When do we eat?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 05:04:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, Chloe, Mariana, Lexie.<br><hr><br>Lexie had mistook Lawrences thoughts.&nbsp; He actually had no problems dancing with her, the only reason why he seemed so wary was because he wished to remain at the table and take in the mood.&nbsp; He hadn’t realized that he would make her feel as though she were making him do something that he didn’t wish to do, or he simply would have acted differently.&nbsp; But he couldn’t be positive that she felt that way, so just like she had done, he let the feelings of guilt wash away as they stood in the center of the dancefloor.<br><br>Once she began to dance, Lawrence found his steps at once.&nbsp; He was actually a very good dancer when it came down to it, he had taken quite a few different dance classes in his youth.&nbsp; And though he was a bit rusty, it barely showed with the simplicity of the dance that she had chosen.&nbsp; Yet he let Lexie guide him through the routine, the change in pace was something that he found quite interesting.&nbsp; “We have all evening, I’ve no problem being detained.” He said with a playful smile as she began to laugh, her mentioning of their being family seeming like a silly statement at that particular moment.&nbsp; Once the dance ended he gave her a bow that only went to his neck, lifting up just in time for the kiss to meet the side of his cheek.<br><br>He didn’t respond to her mention of the possibility of another dance later in the evening.&nbsp; Even he was feeling the heat beneath the candle light, it was funny how something as small as the flickering of candles could cause so much heat in an enclosed space.&nbsp; His attention turned towards Elizabeth, who was now sitting with the man that Lawrence vaguely knew as Kepler, the security within the circus.&nbsp; His attention didn’t last for too long as he honestly could care less about what they were speaking of, Elizabeth could take care of herself.&nbsp; Instead Lawrence stepped off of the stage and walked towards a set of linen doors.<br><br>He was not entirely sure how Elizabeth would take his next act, if she would notice or even care in the least.&nbsp; His hands clasped the edge of one of the linen doors, and he tossed it outwards until it caught a hook.&nbsp; He did the same with the opposite door, and almost instantly a breeze of fresh, cool night air filled the tent.&nbsp; He thought about opening another, but this was the only one that faced the train and thus ensured that no one outside of the Family would be able to see in or out.&nbsp; The hired hands were not allowed anywhere near the train for obvious reasons.<br><br>Lawrence then left the tent and for the next five minutes or so was no where to be found.&nbsp; He, much like Kinky and likely most of the Family, was absolutely famished.&nbsp; He never ate before a show in case the exertion caused him to get sick(He didn’t yet know that the spirit made that impossible.)&nbsp; When he finally returned, he had a plate of freshly cooked biscuits, which he brought to the table he had been sitting at prior.&nbsp; He set it in the middle, in one of the few places that did not have bottles of alcohol. “I’ve talked to the cooks and pushed up the meals time, food should begin to trickle in shortly.” Those who had been here long enough would realize that this was an outright violation of Elizabeths power, as things as simple as the timing of meals were planned to a cue.&nbsp; But he did not stay long, frankly there were too many people for him to take in all at once.<br><br>Instead he plucked up a couple of biscuits and set them on one of the small paper plates he had brought with them.&nbsp; He set the plate in front of Mariana, who once again seemed a bit out of place.&nbsp; He then lifted his cigar, as well as his glass of scotch and the bottle he had poured it from. “Mariana, would you mind joining me somewhere a bit quieter?&nbsp; There are a few things that I would like to discuss with you about our next stop.” Lawrence offered her a friendly smile, but before she had time to give a proper response he turned around and made his way towards one of the few remaining empty tables.<br><br>The table happened to be one closer to the now opened tent door.&nbsp; The fresh air was as good as a drug to him, especially since soon enough they would be locked up in the stale smelling air of the circus for however long it took them to arrive at their next destination.&nbsp; Lawrence sat down with his back towards the tent, giving him a good view of everything going down around him.&nbsp; Despite his typical social aptitude, he still felt a bit like an outcast and didn’t particularly wish to be blocked up with so many people at once.&nbsp; Especially if things ended up growing hairy between himself and Kinky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 08:25:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand (security/general labor)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Kepler was a bit surprised hat Elizabeth reacted so strongly to Lawrence and Lexie's little dance. Apparently the past was not so much the past. His eyes strayed over to the two in the dance floor again but he didn't see anything particularly suggestive about their moves, well, other than the expected logistics of dancing with an essentially naked young woman. He wasn't about to pry into Elizabeth's feelings but he wondered if she was really objective when it came to Lawrence...or if there was more to Lawrence than the rest of them had seen yet.<br><br>"I dunno, Elizabeth...it's Lexie, you know." He shrugged a little and took another drink of his beer. "She likes to keep things lively...just looks like a dance to me."<br><br>Kink was another matter and he had to agree the odd clown looked unhappy about something. "Yeah, I'll keep an eye on him. You let me worry about that, ok? You seem a little jumpy tonight...I guess we're still trying to figure out the new mix with Lawrence comin' back. I gotta say, since he's been back, he's been real decent with folks, hasn't been throwing off any attitude or throw his weight around. I think most of us...especially if we didn't know him before...are inclined to accept him. But you know him better than anyone else, and if you think there's a reason to have a sit down with him, just name the time and place. I agree, there can only be one alpha male and when it comes to trouble...I'm it. The rest of the time I don't give a shit."<br><br>He gave her a hint of a smile and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and rolling the beer bottle between the palms of his hands. He saw Chloe handle the knife issue and silently approved, "I'd never hurt Kink if I didn't have to. I'm bankin' on not having any trouble tonight. Call me optimistic."<br><br>He thought of a couple other pieces of business he wanted to run past her and they chatted a bit as he finished his beer, wrapping up the last few details. He noticed Lawrence pulling Mariana aside and thought maybe it was a good time to run interference or Elizabeth might end up stewing all night. <br><br>"We gotta stop with the shop talk," he said, standing, and offering his hand, not intending to take no for an answer. "What do you say, Ms. Sawyer, care to dance with the help?" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 10:26:09</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Kate and open.<br><br>Lottie sipped a little water and watched on as sure as eggs were eggs she would likely be drunk by the end of the night that was if her sister got her way. She continued to watch on quietly taking in the varying characters of the circus. My but they were interacting in so many complex and elaborate ways. So many silvery threads seemed to tie each one to another then to another like some intricate and beautiful spiders web. As she watched Lottie brushed her sister’s hair out of her face even before Kate had lifted her own hand.<br><br><br>It had to be said, being called ‘the girls’ or ‘the twins’, rather grated on Lottie, though joined and though physically they were very different, still she supposed that it was inevitable, for it even happened with twins who were not in their rather more unusual condition. Also she was aware that they often made people a little uncomfortable, even carnie folks had been known to look upon them as ‘freaks’. However carnival folks tended to be more accepting and they were the people that they had always known, even if the faces were different, there were always certain personalities one could rely on being there.<br><br>As she mingled a little with her sister Lottie continued to drink water, hoping that she might keep Kate and herself from becoming too inebriated. Moving with such grace and perfect synchronicity with her twin the two were most certainly a site to behold, and they held something of the ‘old world’ of a travelling fair about them. Perhaps it was already the warming sensation of the scotch that Kate was drinking or just the fact that she tended to have to be a little more outgoing when it was her twins choice of an evening, whatever the reason a little more of her ‘public ‘ persona shone through.<br><br><strong>Kate my dearest heart…so who is your victim tonight…or should I guess for you know we have no secrets. Do you have your dance card ready should you be asked?”</strong> A little chuckle slipped from her lips. <strong> Let us hope that this evening we do not get any of those rather leery drunk gentlemen and their unwanted advances …if they can be called that. I am sure that here that will not be the case.”</strong> However one could never be too sure. <br><br>Lottie had still not made too many ‘friends’ yet, as it was less in her nature, being a little shy and retiring.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>12-05-2012, 20:58:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kinky, Mariana. Lexie, Open<br><hr><br>Something compelled her to look up from the table around the exact time Kep decided to make an appearance in the tent. He looked the same as always without some type of costume to make him stand out though it was not needed for him. He was ruggedly handsome enough to demand both male and female attention in just plain jeans and a shirt. Her eyes appeared to meet his for about a second before she glanced in the opposite direction. Yet still, it was hard not to notice the many clowns and other members of the circus who ate him with their eyes openly with no shame. To preoccupy her mind, she slowly pulled off the long black gloves from her hands. It was a simple action yet to those who did not know Chloe well, they might have thought it was her intention to make the gloves' removal sensual.<br><br>Without them covering her arms, she felt naked and exposed, but the brush of night air against her skin chilled and calmed her mind in a similair way to the shared spirit in the circus. It was foolish of her to feel naked since Lexie was prancing around the tent in nothing but paint. Pant. Every curve of her young figure from breasts to hips was displayed out for the tent's enjoyment. <em>Why would a man buy the cow if the milk is free?</em> These words of her mother echoed in her mind even though she did not wish to view the young clown in such a light. It reminded her of the night Elizabeth forced her to tryout for the trapeze in nothing but her undergarments. <br><br>Her mouth craved another sip of bourbon, but there were no empty glasses fo her to drink from at the table. Unlike Kay, she needed one since guzzling from the bottle seemed uncivilized. It did not surprise her when Kep decided to settle beside Elizabeth since the two seemed close to each other. How did Lawrence feel about that? How did she feel about it? The questions echoed unanswered in then faded off into the deep recsses of her mind. Kay's reaction to her touching the knife went mostly unnoticed until she felt the intensity of his gaze on her person. She held&nbsp; his stare without feeling intimindated as a faint shiver edged itself down her spine. This was the reason she always decided to exchange words with him during their little runins with each other. <br><br>He managed to stroke the unending desire for danger deep within her. It was not a feeling she enjoyed from him yet its result was addicting. Chloe knew playing with him in such a way was dangerous, but it was a fatal part of herself which could not be quelled by societal rules. After all, she dare and court death to take her each time she jumped from one trapeze bar to the next during her acts. She performed tricks no other sane person would do in the air since the thrill of it ensnared her like a steel trap. Her eyes flickered over to Kep as she clasped her fingers together tightly. <br><br>When Kay spoke of dancing with her, part of her recognized it for a dare. He might as well said come dance with the devil. She could not stop the laugh which escaped her slightly parted lips in reaction. "Not tonight. I am afraid my feet are not suited for dancing. No need to despair. I have saved you from boredom since dancing with me is an ordinary affair unlike with some people." She lightly gestured her hand in Lexie's direction to make sure he understood who she vaguely referred to with her words. Her feet though were perfectly fine, but there was no way for him to see through her lie.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon enough, Lexie returned from her dance. It was the perfect excuse and time for Chloe to make her departure. "I am sure Kay has great dancing skills," she responded sincerely to Lexie. "One must have coordination in order to avoid falling in those type of shoes." Her nose wrinkled at the overwhelming scent of smoke as she rose from her chair with gloves in hand. "I'm going to get some air. Mariana make sure to dance a little tonight as well since we will be back to work in the morning." Wth that, Chloe walked over to stand at the opening of the tent as her eyes looked up to the open sky. There was no doubt in her mind the night willbring out the worst qualites of people since these parties could become...uncomfortable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 05:27:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariana<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> new girl/main engineer&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:</strong> Circus Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> Engineer/Carpenter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white tank top, jeans, suspenders, work boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Lawrence, Lexie, Kinky.<br><br>Mariana was slowly zoning out as the night continued. Her mind wandered as she let her blood alcohol content grow a bit. A nice warm feeling tingled in her cheeks as she went over the next days plans. What needed to happen and if there was any way she could speed it up. There was a method she was trying to implement when taking down the trapeze and convincing the guys to change how they usually did it was taking more than a smile. With some convincing and proving with math how it would be easier it happened.<br><br>She went through the routine in her head trying to think of a way to make it more efficient. Although she had to admit it was already pretty good. Some time passed, she couldn’t tell if it was a few minutes or an hour but in a moment Lawrence was flinging open doors and bringing in food. Mariana sat there just watching him in what she mumbled under her breath as “rocking the boat”. She had not been here long but no one had ever taken things off of Elizabeth’s schedule but maybe people knew things she did not.<br><br>He put biscuits in front of her and asked her to join him to discuss things. She wasn’t sure what since she did not do much as far as his and Elizabeth’s act went – who knew. She stood and grabbed her glass and the plate that was just given to her with biscuits on it. Chloe made a comment about how she should dance tonight. She was about to make a note that she didn’t really dance but nothing came out of her mouth. She just nodded and watched as the lovely woman walked off. <br><br>Mariana then made her way over to wear Lawrence was and sat down at the table across from him. She took a sip and put the plate in between them. <br>“So... um... what did you want to discuss?”<br>She took a biscuit and began eating, she was starving and couldn’t think of much else to say in that second. Food seemed better than trying to fill the air with small talk. She swallowed and wrinkled her freckled nose as cigar smoke filled the space between them. She finished her drink and went to grab his bottle of scotch to put some in her now empty glass but paused.<br>“Do you mind if I have some?”<br>She smiled softly and looked him in the eye trying to think of something cute or witty to say but instead just put some scotch in her glass and waited for what he wanted to talk to her about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 05:42:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kepler<br><br>Keplers words about Lawrence caused her to give him a look.&nbsp; He was right, she did know him better then anyone.&nbsp; Perhaps that was the problem, she was already assuming that he was up to no good when really he had yet to do a thing to cause her such beliefs.&nbsp; When Kepler told her that he most of the circus had seemed to accept him, her nerves settled a bit.&nbsp; Just a bit, though.&nbsp; Those who had known Lawrence before he was kicked out knew he was good people, and since those who didn’t seemed to think the same…Perhaps he hadn’t changed that much after all.&nbsp; As for the rest of his words on Lawrence, he was a bit mistaken.<br><br>“Lawrence will only act out if it is required.&nbsp; When I knew him before, he avoided any confrontation unless it was required.&nbsp; And I could never arrange a meeting or he would see it as a threat.&nbsp; All I mean is that, perhaps even in passing, you let him know that there is nothing to worry about.” As Kepler leaned forward to come closer to her, her eyes were drawn to him.&nbsp; It was one of his talents, he could draw the eyes of about any women without very much trouble.&nbsp; She smiled and gave him a nod, hoping his optimistic thoughts proved to be true.<br><br>The rest of the time seemed to go by quickly.&nbsp; The idle chat about the ins and outs of his business where almost mindless to talk about.&nbsp; It helped to calm her, though perhaps not as much as that third glass of champagne did.&nbsp; By the time she finished it, he finished his beer.&nbsp; She didn’t let it be too obvious that she was pacing herself so that they finished drinking at the same time, she thought that he would simply part ways with her and find another group within the family to converse with.&nbsp; Her eyes happened to catch Lawrence trying to slip away with yet another girl, and Kepler was quite correct in her assumptions.&nbsp; She once again began to feel a tinge of jealousy, that was interrupted by Keplers words.<br><br>He spoke as he stood and her eyes followed the line of his body before they met with his.&nbsp; He had a look on his face that let her know he was now the one in control, and had his words been in the least bit negative she wouldn’t have been happy.&nbsp; But he offered her a dance, and who the hell was she to tell him no?&nbsp; Elizabeth gave him her hand and stood up, taking a moment to balance on her heels.&nbsp; She was just a bit tipsy, but standing up tipsy in heels always took a moment or two to get used to.&nbsp; “Just a dance?” She said with a teasing look towards him before adding one tiny little tidbit. “Do not call me Ms. Sawyer, and you are not simply the help.”<br><br>As Kepler lead her to the dance floor, she began to think about exactly what Kepler was doing.&nbsp; She had just had to watch Lawrence dance with Lexie…Even if he was quickly dismissed, she had still been forced to watch it.&nbsp; And now she was to take that very dance floor, with a man who was as beautiful as Lexie was.&nbsp; Though a whole hell of a lot more clothed.&nbsp; She gave a crooked smile as she imagined Kepler wearing as little as Lexie had, and she had to stop herself from asking him to undress. “Be a doll and show me off?&nbsp; If it isn’t too much, that is.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-05-2012, 08:36:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, Lawrence<br><br>Cool air drifted through the room was wonderful and Lexie's attention for the moment could help but be drawn in the direction of who had opened the doors. Catching sight of Lawrence she flashed him a bright smile bother of gratitude and pleasure. Lexie would never complain with any kind of seriousness, oh she'd bitch about little things make jokes of discomfort and such but she'd never reveal to others that she was upset or annoyed it wasn't in her nature. She lived for pleasure her own and others, focusing on the bad would hardly accomplish that.<br><br>Kink's response to her caused her to give a half smile "Truth is relative for we each have our own. I'd rather see the wishful truth in the lie of a smile then the tortured truth in the sound of a sigh." She replied brushing back her hair with her off hand as she took a long drag of the clove cigarette with the other. The hazy blue gray smoke drifted around her and she glanced around the room seeing Chloe wonder off alone, Mariana join Lawrence, the twins move about the room and lastly Keplar take Elizabeth's hand as if they intended to dance. <br><br>The last observation made her pause slightly since she hadn't realized Elizabeth and Keplar were so close. She pushed back the little thorn of jealously she always felt when in regards to Elizabeth. Turning back to Kink she smiled only to notice him looking at her in a way that made her want to squirm in her seat. She'd been successful so far in ignoring the looks cast at her from men knowing here she was safe. no one she didn't want touching her would. It made the experience exciting in it's own way but at the same time some of the stare were a bit to intimate to be entirely comfortable, like kinks was right now.<br><br>When he leaned in and asked his question she couldn't help but laugh brightly caught of guard by it. After a moment she calmed down and smiled easily brushing back her hair. "Like any costume it has it's quirks. Yes in fact it is dreadfully hot. You could be a dear and try to cool me off but somehow I don't think you'll oblige me." She said with a giggle as his stomach rumbled.<br><br>The thought of food distracted her for a moment but she tossed it away. She really wasn't too keen on eating at the moment, at least nothing heavy. It was hot as hell in the paint and while she would do just fine throughout the evening as long as she didn't do anything to strenuous her stomach was delicate and the though of eating really wasn't appealing despite the fact she'd eaten very little that day like any other performance day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 02:44:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Missionary, Amen!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>Kink returned Lexie's smile as she laughed, listening to her answer with one eyebrow lilting upward. Did she really think him so uncouth? He felt very strongly about the clowns and what he perceived as "his" portion of the show, so for that reason, he'd been more than a little hard on Lexie during staging rehearsals, but he wasn't the type to leave a beautiful girl suffering when he had the ability to help.<br><br>"Oh, ho, ho. Doubting Dolores, are you? Well, it just so happens that I have an ancient clown secret for exactly this sort of situation." Kink muttered, feigning indignity at being doubted as he rose from his chair and moved silently behind Lexie. "Watch and learn, Clownling"<br><br>With the hand he wasn't using to hold his cigar, Kink gathered Lexie's hair up from the back of her neck, gently and leaning in as though he was about to plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck. Instead, he used his teeth to lightly slip under the latex paint where it yielded before her hairline. He tore the multicolored vinyl shell in two spots, close together and then he lifted his head again. He gripped the small tag, about the width of his thumb before suddenly jerking his arm back. A thin, winding ribbon of colorful plastic peeled away from her spine in one pull, leaving the very center of her back exposed, from the back of her neck to just above the crack of her toned buttocks.<br><br>The clown leaned back, placing the cigar back between his lips to admire his handiwork. He reached into the ice bucket near the glasses and used his bare fingers to scoop three cubes out of the water. He sat back in his seat after that. sliding the cubes onto the back of Lexie's neck and slowly gliding them down the track of exposed flesh he'd created, then moving back up after he reached the bottom.<br><br>Kink barely had time to flash Lexie a confident wink before the tray of biscuits arrived and triggered a Manic fit from the half starved clown. The ice was released and just as soon forgotten as Kink began grabbing three or four biscuits in each fist after resting his cigar on the edge of the nearest ashtray.<br><br>"Lawrence old chap! You just became my new favorite person!" Kink exclaimed at the man's back, firing a hail of breadcrumbs from his overstuffed mouth. "This is just what I needed!"<br><br>The last bit was neigh on unintelligible as Kink stuffed more and more bread into his mouth even as he was talking. "Just what I needed." came out more like "Wamff wugg haigh murdered!" but Kink didn't pay that&nbsp; much heed, instead he was working on forcing half chewed mouthfuls of bread down his throat without the aide of a proper beverage to wash them down.<br><br>As he ate, Kinky's eyes wandered. It was easy to dismiss the clown, especially during one of his manic fits or fits of rage, but the wary would notice that his eyes were ever vigilant. Watching with unreadable emotion as Elizabeth led Kepler to the dance floor. Kink was ever aware of the volatile nature of the company, though never of his own role in it. Instead he mused passively how like a powder keg the collected ingredients in this tent were. With the burning candles hovering above like an omen of fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>14-05-2012, 06:37:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mariana. (Looking at Chloe, noticing Elizabeth and Kepler, then Kinky and Lexie)<br><hr><br>As Lawrence sat waiting for Mariana to make her decision, he continued to take in the family around him.&nbsp; They all seemed incredibly at ease.&nbsp; In complete peace.&nbsp; He knew that he was probably the only one who felt like at any moment, a spark could hit a barrel of gun powder and shit could erupt.&nbsp; But he hadn’t been here long enough for his feelings to completely change.&nbsp; When he left, that was the attitude.&nbsp; You never knew when something was going to go wrong, and since he had been the victim of one of those instances he knew it’d take a while for his wariness to completely wear off.&nbsp; <br><br>The one thing that he did notice that seemed a bit out of place was Chloe seem to venture off from the table.&nbsp; Times like these where when he wished he had made himself a bit more available for others to talk to.&nbsp; He had no idea whether or not she was simply looking for a bit of fresh air, which would make since as she was standing in the door way only a dozen or so feet away from him, or if there was something bothering her.&nbsp; He figured that if either thought were true then interrupting her may not be the best idea.&nbsp; If she was bothered by something, than in all likelihood she had found a place by herself for that very reason.&nbsp; To be alone.&nbsp; He understood that process very well.&nbsp; However, if she remained for too long he doubted highly he wouldn’t ask her to join him.&nbsp; Whether he was new to the family or not the spirit that ran through him, and her, still left him inclined to ensure that everyone was included.<br><br>Lawrence managed to catch Mariana standing from the table out of the corner of his eye.&nbsp; His attention turned towards her, and as she approached him he offered her a friendly smile.&nbsp; He had been almost sure that she would come and join him, yet there was still that seed of doubt.&nbsp; Even Lawrence would feel a bit put off if he had been denied, so it went without saying that he was pleased to see that she had accepted his offer.&nbsp; Lawrence just chuckled when she asked if there was something that he wanted to discuss, and he too plucked up one of the biscuits and took a few bites.&nbsp; But the biscuit was set upon the table when he noticed her seeming displeasure of the cigar smoke, and after one last hit he stubbed it out in the ash tray and lay the cigar upon the table.&nbsp; It was no longer worth relighting, as he was a bit refined when it came to his choice in cigars.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyebrow raised ever so slightly when she asked if she was allowed to have any of the scotch.&nbsp; In his personal opinion, it was an absolutely silly thing for her to ask, but he had to remember that she was still new to the circus.&nbsp; So his expression shifted into a smile.&nbsp; His eyes shut and he gave a slight bow of his head, before he looked back to her and pushed the bottle forward, until the cool glass was against the palm of her hand. “Dear Mariana, the first thing you should know about the circus is that you are Family now.&nbsp; What is ours is yours, and even if this bottle came from my personal collection than I would never deny you a drop.” His hand pulled back as he lifted his own glass of scotch.&nbsp; It was half empty, and he felt only a slight buzz coming over him, but he still wasn’t sure if he would need any more.&nbsp; “In fact you may consider it your own.&nbsp; Just be sure to let me fill up if need be.” He gave her another smile, this one having a hint of flirtation to it.<br><br>He lifted his glass of scotch and took a sip while his eyes trailed towards where Elizabeth should be.&nbsp; His eyes fell short of the throne, and he saw her beside the dance floor with the man named Kepler.&nbsp; He should have thought better of it, but he had no choice but to burst out in laughter.&nbsp; He set the glass of scotch down a bit too hard, and a few droplets splashed out onto his fingertips.&nbsp; He shook his head as he forced away the laugh and lifted his fingers to his lips, licking the droplets of liquor away before looking back towards Mariana without a thought of explanation.<br><br>“Honestly I had nothing particular in mind to talk about.&nbsp; I could go ahead and make something up for you, if you’d prefer?&nbsp; Tell you how you could better perfect your craft that I know very little about?” He gave her a teasing smirk, letting his words rest as rhetorical unless she planned on making them otherwise.&nbsp; She seemed to need a bit of breaking in, as he still saw her as scared to participate in the families affairs.&nbsp; He’d have none of it, if he had his say. “Honestly, you just kind of looked nervous and out of place.&nbsp; Kinky and Lexie are wonderful as clowns, but I have no doubt that they can be intimidating if you’re not quite as lively as they are.” Lawrence looked over Marianas shoulder, only to witness Kinky nipping at Lexies skin(From this distance he couldn’t make out that he only bit the latex) before drawing ice down her spine.&nbsp; There was no doubt that it was suggestive, even to someone like him.<br><br>He looked back to Mariana with a smile, trying not to give away the scene behind her with his expression. “Elizabeth has made it clear that you are damned good at your job, and we wish nothing more than to keep you.” Perhaps since she was new, she would not realize his slip.&nbsp; Stating “We” meant that he considered himself as Elizabeths equal, whether or not it was true didn’t matter, it just wasn’t something that you said. “And I personally want you to feel comfortable here.&nbsp; It’ll take some time, but while you get used to it, I figured I could give you a bit of company that isn’t quite so…well, incredibly awkward as that table was.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 01:01:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong><br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand (security/general labor)<br><strong>Position:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth<br><br>Kepler had learned to dance as a teenager, mainly to woo girls who liked that sort of thing, but he was certainly no expert nor one for a bunch of fancy tricks. Keep the rhythm, don't step on their feet, develop a good instinct for just how much you can get away with where your hands were concerned and how close you could pull them in. It was all about getting them into bed, of course, nothing to do with the dancing itself though since coming to the circus he'd behaved himself of course. In part because he respected the girls here too much to play them but even more because he was different person, one who didn't take advantage of even an easy opportunity when it was offered. He raised a skeptical eyebrow when Elizabeth asked him to show her off.<br><br>"Lucky a man doesn't have to be a very good dancer to do that with a woman like you," he said, sliding a strong hand around her waist as they took their position on the floor. "You have a way of standing out on your own. But I think I know what you're driving at."<br><br>With that he gave her a little dip followed by a spin when she was upright again. His movements weren't particularly elegant but marked by his usual confidence, a quality that often made up for technique anyway. His eyes scanned the crowd out of habit as they danced, noting the movement in the crowd, the general mood. He wondered why the princess had moved away from the table...was Kink bothering her? Was it the cigars? Was she just in a mood? He hadn't really been able to figure her out but that didn't stop him from trying. Kink seemed to be getting a little friendly with Lexie. Kepler thought he would keep an eye on that and see how Lexie was going to react. he let Elizabeth spin away a little on her own as she circle back, caught her up in his hands, both resting lightly above her hips as he pulled her a little closer. Lawrence was looking particularly amused about something, and rather than letting it fire up Elizabeth's imagination and ire, he tried to turn her just a little so her back was to her ex.<br><br>"Whattaya think? Any chance you and Lawrence might...rekindle the flame, no pun intended?" he asked, wondering if her jealous was going somewhere or just residual. A jealous Elizabeth seemed like something to keep an eye on.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lemon Lime</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 03:22:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mariana<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New girl/Main Engineer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Circus Hand<br><strong>Position:</strong> Engineer/Carpenter<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white tank top, jeans, suspenders, work boots<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lawrence (mentions: Lexie, Chloe, clowns in general)<br><br>Lawrence’s ability to put Mariana at ease was amazing, at least from her perspective anyways. She smiled back at him and tried to figure out if he was flirting since her ability to detect that sort of thing was, well, broken. He offered her as much scotch as she wanted and she took some taking a sip knowing she was heading towards drunk somewhat quickly. She could hold her liquor and always kept it together but she was a bit of a lightweight, at least compared to the people in the circus. He put his cigar out and hoped it wasn’t for her but it was a relief to not have that around. She didn’t care if others smoked but it always irritated her sinuses to some extent. <br><br>He made a comment about her being family and every time someone mentioned it she always thought back to her father and brothers. When she first joined the circus she sent him a postcard letting him know that she had found a place where she could build and use her skills and have the protection and caring of&nbsp; other people – that he didn’t have to worry about her too much anymore. When she got paid she sent him some of the money she had been given since it was far more than she really needed or wanted. He had no real way to respond to her but she knew it helped with the business and this way he could sleep better at night knowing his daughter hadn’t become a dying vagrant. Even after so many years of her being gone she knew he worried about her, her brothers did too. She had called them a few weeks before she joined the circus and now she wondered when she’d talk to them next.<br><br>Mariana was brought back from her nostalgic memories by Lawrence’s very hardy laugh. She chuckled at him and looked behind her to see what was funny but she must have missed it. There wasn’t anything that needed discussing and she just smiled at the thought of him “saving” her from an awkward table. She liked them but the clowns had some sort of ability to pull energy from anywhere. <br>“Well thank you, and no you do not need to make anything up, it’s nice to be at a more… relaxed table.”<br><br>She chuckled after choosing her adjectives carefully. His compliment was unexpected and did cause her to blush slightly.<br>“It is true, I am pretty great at what I do.”<br>She blushed a bit more not usually the one to gloat or brag but either it was the alcohol or the fact that she felt comfortable with Lawrence made the words slip out.<br><br>“I appreciate it, I’m getting used to things here but after being on my own for quite some time it’s difficult to get used to being around so many people. Especially when everyone is quite… colorful and not even what I was used to before&nbsp; I started my travels.”<br>She adjusted herself in her seat feeling more at ease now that conversation was flowing and she didn’t have to worry about arguments or how to deal with eccentricity. <br>“I find it much easier speaking with you, you’re helping make me feel more comfortable with it. It’s either you or the alcohol.”<br><br>She chuckled, taking another sip and tried to figure out if she was flirting. Was this how it worked? She was miserable and trying to hit on people at least within the last few years.<br>“I’m going to think it’s mostly your doing.”<br>With another smile Mariana took a longer sip from her glass and decided to just stop talking for a moment. She felt like she was babbling and her brain had stopped doing the talking and was letting emotions speak. She had no idea but knew that at the beginning of the night she decided to have a good time and it seemed to be taking a turn for the better at that point. <br><br>Maybe she would take Chloe’s advice and actually dance. Granted that was a long shot but the idea was there, it made her laugh slightly at the idea of her dancing in a tipsy stupor. But she just smiled at Lawrence and ate a bit more. She pushed her suspenders off her shoulders and stretched out her back a little once again and trying to fix her hair so that it looked cute but would stop falling in her face. <br><br>Once her hair was fixed she took a slightly more serious tone.<br>“So um thanks again for helping me get, ya know, situated. You’re one of the few that hasn’t tried to change my look or questioned whether a girl could do this job. Thanks.”<br>Now she was back to being awkward again. Not as much nervous this time but trying to analyze the social situation as opposed to just letting it happen. She was trying and in her mind that’s what counted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 06:06:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mariana. <br><hr><br>Perhaps what Lawrence was doing wasn’t exactly considered kind in most regards.&nbsp; But he didn’t really see it as anything malicious, in fact he saw it as quite the opposite.&nbsp; He had always been relatively good at figuring people out, and he had had a feeling that Mariana may have some sort of feelings for him a few days prior.&nbsp; That was more or less why he had picked her away from that table, to figure out whether or not his inclination was correct.&nbsp; Yes, perhaps he was being a bit manipulative, but he genuinely believed that he was only trying to help her.&nbsp; It was rather remarkable how something like a crush could help to change somebody.&nbsp; And it depended entirely upon the person who was being crushed upon to decide which way to steer that change.&nbsp; He hoped to help make her feel more comfortable around people.<br><br>He was glad to see that his first experiment seemed to be working.&nbsp; She did seem to be much more comfortable now that they were alone, enough so to actually compliment herself.&nbsp; He had always saw her as an incredibly modest person, so to hear her out right gloat made him smile.&nbsp; And it didn’t hurt that seeing her blush was incredibly cute, he was the type to find peoples embarrassment as something between endearing and amusing.&nbsp; He allowed her to speak until her heart was content, hoping that him not interrupting her would possibly get a bit of information out of her.&nbsp; He was very curious about her and her history, after all it wasn’t exactly common place for an attractive girl to be so remarkable with things like carpentry and engineering.&nbsp; Perhaps that was just him being sexist.<br><br>His lips curled into a smile when she said she found it easy to talk to him, then proceeded to offer the notion that it could possibly be the alcohol.&nbsp; Again he saw that shy nature come out, she almost appeared as though she was flirting with him.&nbsp; Then she gave a way out…So when she followed it up with correcting her previous statement, and giving him the credit, that small smile grew until it met his eyes.&nbsp; Finally his silence ended as he thought that it would be incredibly rude to just leave her hanging after such a statement. “What can I say, I’ve always been good at making beautiful women feel relaxed around me.” If she ever had any doubt that he was flirting with her, he intended on making it quite clear with that statement.<br><br>He was probably still too fresh in the circus to be doing this type of thing.&nbsp; He didn’t know the lay of the land as far as the social affairs were concerned, so for all he knew somebody else already had a thing for Mariana.&nbsp; But he also knew that his past two weeks had been filled with him worrying about those types of things, and he now realized it was only to his detriment.&nbsp; And beyond that, there was nothing wrong with a bit of flirting.&nbsp; Especially when alcohol was flowing and the entire point of these affairs was to have a good time.&nbsp; <br><br>Her random decision to go about trying to pretty herself up caught him a little off guard.&nbsp; He did blame that one on the alcohol, but he did not think it was exactly a bad thing.&nbsp; He took her in for a moment.&nbsp; Once the suspenders were removed and she began to play with her hair he looked over her upper body.&nbsp; It wasn’t the type of look that seemed vulgar, if anything it more appeared as though he was simply appreciating what was there to look at.&nbsp; He wondered if she realized how beautiful she actually was, or if her modesty was more prone to her not realizing that she was something to behold.&nbsp; And as though she could read his mind, she spoke of him not trying to change her look.&nbsp; And the fact she commented on how a girl usually couldn’t do her job, he was forced to laugh at his own previous bias.&nbsp; But he shook his head, she may have saw her words as being awkward but he did not.<br><br>“There are so many people that are concerned with how a person is supposed to look, or supposed to act, that it is downright foolish.&nbsp; So what, you have your own sense of style and a profession that is not typical of a woman?&nbsp; Hell, I make a living playing with fire when we as humans have an ingrained fear of fire itself.” He gave a shrug and looked down to his glass of scotch.&nbsp; His words came with an indifference, the entire point of this circus was that things didn’t need to always be what society as a whole thought to be correct.&nbsp; “They could put you in a dress, cover your face in make up, and you are still going to be the same person.&nbsp; Not that I judge a single one of them for dressing that way themselves, but to try and change somebody else to match their own ideals of beauty just seems a bit selfish.” He lifted his scotch and took another drink.&nbsp; He had brought her to the table to make her feel at ease, and here she was making him feel the very same feeling.&nbsp; So he didn’t simply sip the liquor, instead he took a good solid drink as he no longer worried about needing to keep himself sober.&nbsp; Not that he planned to get drunk, but what was the point in letting loose if you planned on holding back?<br><br>“Elizabeth told me about how she found you.&nbsp; According to what she believes, she thinks that you may have been homeless before the Spirit decided to bring you in.” Despite the fact that what he said could come off as embarrassing, if not rude, both his tone and the look on his face as his eyes returned to her should have let Mariana know that he held absolutely no judgment. “I imagine that that must have been difficult.&nbsp; I myself have not really had a home beyond this circus for well over a decade, but I was fortunate enough to have chosen that lifestyle.” Yeah perhaps he was now dipping into incredibly personal details, but he could not be sure when the next time he would have alone time with Mariana would be.&nbsp; He wanted to learn as much as he could about his Family, and right now she had peeked his attention. “What about you?&nbsp; Did you choose it?&nbsp; I know that this is a stark change in subject, but I am curious about what brought you here.&nbsp; We all have our story, I guess I would just like to know yours.” He flashed her another charming smile before he reached across the table to take the bottle of scotch, refilling his glass before it was set in front of her again. “And you do not have to answer if you do not wish.&nbsp; We’ve nothing but time ahead of us, we could discuss it now or we could or could not discuss it in the future.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 16:22:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie, Kinky and open.<br><br>Not drinking at a speed to slow for her liking, for her sister sake, she felt her hair being pushed from her sister’s face, wish made her smile with appreciation. Just like her sister, she looked upon the new faces with interest. She imagined that she would most likely befriend different ones to her sister, but she did not think it a problem as this had been the case from an early age. She was either less perceptive of what others thought about her and her sister’s situation or did not care about their opinions, unlike her sister. After all they were who they were and if someone had a problem with that Kate was more than happy to sort it out by any means necessary. Much to the dismay of her sister, Lottie, who was perhaps a little more diplomatic.&nbsp; <br><br>Now up from the chairs and walking in such perfect unison, Kate glanced at the others, present, and tried to make up her mind about who to approach first. She had another scotch in hand and was mindful to remain close to another should the need arise for more alcohol. She imagined that it would fall to her to break the ice to begin with for herself and indeed her dear sister. She looked forward to making new friends and hoped that by the end of the party an increased network would be established.&nbsp; <br><br>She had notice a rather magnificent collection of individuals and after careful consideration, she picked an interesting individual who seemed to like playing with his own nipples. As she watched him, she wondered if he would spare the time to tease hers sometime. If introduced she would in time learn his name, Kinky the Clown, or Kink, but for now he was just a person of interest. She was amused when he made a stupid face and stuck his tongue out at a female, who she would later know as Chloe. <br><br>Now with a cigar in his mouth, Kate replied to her sister, with her mind made up. <strong>“I have more than my dance card, dear sister.”</strong> She then produced a ream of condoms and a set of handcuffs before quickly pushing them back into her bag. She did this more to shock her sister then to suggest that she intended to get herself into the position to need them. <strong>“Perhaps we showed start with that one. You see him, the cigar smoking one, with his nipples out. He looks interesting enough. Shall we start with him?”</strong> As she spoke she watched as he played Five Finger Fillet. She did not move until her sister was ready. Of course she had enough confidence for the both of them, but it would be rude if not impossible to move without her now wouldn’t it?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 05:28:02</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kepler. (Noticing Lawrence and Mariana, Mentioning Chloe)<br><br>Elizabeth had a nagging suspicion that there may come a time when her little self imposed restraint when it came to Kepler would come to an end.&nbsp; He made it almost impossible for her to continue at it, with the way he spoke to her from time to time.&nbsp; To call him charming was an understatement, he actually managed to get a coy smile out of her with his compliment.&nbsp; Had he succeeded in making her blush, she wasn’t sure if she was able to forgive him.&nbsp; He allowed him to place his hand where he wished, and he chose to place it in a very respectful area.&nbsp; She was not entirely sure if that was a point for him or not. “And you have a way of making a women feel like a girl again.” She said with a playful smile, allowing him to take the lead.<br><br>Keplers lack of technique was hidden by her natural grace.&nbsp; Her body moved absolutely seamlessly with every way that he guided her, seeming to react to his guidance the moment that he showed it.&nbsp; Where as Kepler may have been taking observation of those around her, her attention was placed solely upon the man she was dancing with.&nbsp; As his hands removed themselves from her body, she began a brief dance with herself until she found herself back within his reach.&nbsp; Her eyes slowly moved from his shoulders to his eyes, a clear look of satisfaction upon her face as she was pulled closer to him.&nbsp; For a moment she had planned to press her body against his, and see exactly how he would react to her taking the dance into a more intimate direction.&nbsp; And then he had to go ahead and ruin her moment with his question.&nbsp; Almost instantly, she noticed that he had masterfully turned her back towards Lawrence.<br><br>She didn’t let her displeasure show in her body language, but the look on her face as she peered up to him made it clear that she was not happy.&nbsp; “The intended pun would have made the question a hell of a lot more enjoyable.” She did what she could to calm herself down, she knew that Kepler had not intended on pissing her off.&nbsp; But it didn’t mean he hadn’t succeeded in it, she would just not take it out on him for asking what he likely believed to be an innocent question. “Anything that he and I may have once had seems to have gone to the wayside, he has made that abundantly clear.” Her hand slid down his arm until her fingers wove into his, and he played it off as though he had lead her into a spin.&nbsp; She had simply done it to allow herself a look at Lawrence, who seemed perfectly engaged with Mariana.&nbsp; <em>I’ll kill you if you hurt her.</em> she thought to herself as she let her body spin back into Kepler, this time her grace eluded her as she found herself pressed up against him.<br><br>Her eyes moved back up to his as she highly contemplating kissing him.&nbsp; But it wouldn’t be fair to him, or anyone else, for her to act out in jealousy. “I cannot stop him from flirting with or fucking anyone that he wishes.&nbsp; Just do me a favor, and make sure he doesn’t go about breaking anyones heart.&nbsp; I do not care to hear about anything what happens so long as he is being a gentlemen.” She nearly spat out the last line.&nbsp; Her body pulled away from Keplers.&nbsp; She felt like she was annoying him, as he likely had no desire to deal with a bitter Ring Mistress.&nbsp; Especially when she wanted him to act as recon.&nbsp; Even if that was part of his job. “I apologize for acting childish.&nbsp; Perhaps you should go and make sure that everything is okay with Chloe.” Elizabeth lifted to her tip toes and gave him a chaste kiss upon the cheek before she let her body slip away from him.&nbsp; She hopped off of the stage and found her way back to her chair, pouring a glass of champagne that was emptied almost instantly before she dug an old, crinkled pack of cigarettes out of her bag beside it.&nbsp; She only smoked to relieve stress.<br><br>The cigarette was lit, and she almost choked on the first drag she took as she saw a few cooks wheel in three trays of food.&nbsp; It shouldn’t have bothered her so much that he went behind her back and rushed the meal.&nbsp; She was going to seriously need to learn to control herself.&nbsp; She was embarrassed that he could get to her this way, but none the less, he did.&nbsp; The cooks went from table to table, setting down the first course.&nbsp; Salad, freshly baked croissants, and a rather upscale antipasto.&nbsp; Elizabeth had always ensured that despite their rather modest living arrangements, they ate well.&nbsp; When one of the cooks approached her she shooed them away, with an irritated look that showed her displeasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 20:51:12</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Kate, Kinky and open.<br><br>Lottie just frowned at her sister, though not shocked because little could shock this side of the ‘double act. At least when it came to Kate, <strong>Will you put those away, you are not amusing Kate and you are not impressing anyone. Can you imagine what Grandmother would say?”</strong> The quieter sister pursed her lips and shook her head. As far as she was concerned nobody was going to get the wrong idea about the two of them. After taking a look at the man that Kate had pointed out Lottie sighed and then let another rather louder one pass from her lips. <strong>“You have never been one for thoughtful choices have you sweet sister, always too reckless.”</strong><br><br>However as Kate had made her choice and this was her night Lottie had to oblige, though reminded herself to drink more water as a just in case. Continuing to watch the patterns that were the spider web of intrigue she followed her sister to the somewhat offensive ‘clown’. As it was she really did not have a choice in the matter and struggled not to be a killjoy after all this was a celebration of sorts and Kates night out.<br><br>&nbsp;Even with that thought in her mind Lottie drank yet more water matching her sister’s intake of scotch, or rather overcompensating for it. Once the two approached the man who appeared rather busy with other pursuits Lottie sighed again, why was it her sister had to find the most difficult people to interact with, as well as ones that appeared to enjoy their vices. Still the more retiring of the twins smiled politely at Kinky. <strong>“Good Evening Sir.” </strong> She said her accent sounded more English than American, it was certainly well mannered just as she was. After drinking yet more water and nibbling on some food, to soak up more “We were,”&nbsp; <em>or rather my sister was wondering</em> <strong>“If you might like a little company.”</strong><br><br>The two looked at each other and it seemed that some privet communication but briefly as two sets of beautiful eyes returned to look at the clown, <strong>“However we do understand if you are indisposed sir.” </strong> Lottie gave a little hiccup and frowned at Kate, as the alcohol seemed to be taking a little more effect than usual and she wanted neither of them to make fools of themselves.<strong> “Might I at least introduce myself and my sister? I am&nbsp; Charlotte and this is Catherine.” </strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>20-05-2012, 03:08:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Chloe<br><br>As much as Kepler respected Elizabeth and as beautiful as she was, he sometimes forgot she was a <em>woman</em>, prone to the same foibles as anyone else. At times like this though that became all too apparent as he felt like he'd just put his foot in a bear trap and watched it snap closed on his leg. It had been going so well but he supposed he had only himself to blame with his ham-handed question but her response and retreat was all the answer he needed to his question despite her analysis that it was over.<br><br>Yes, this was going to be a problem.<br><br>"Elizabeth..." he protested quietly as she kissed his cheek and moved away but it was clear she needed a moment. What she had said to him weighed heavily on him -- he could punch an asshole who got grabby, scum who tried to rip them off, but what the hell could he do about a broken heart? -- but now really wasn't the time to talk it out. He watched her head back to her table and rubbed the back of his neck, his stomach rumbling as he noted the food being wheeled in, earlier than Elizabeth would have liked, he was sure. He sighed and made his way over to where Chloe was standing by herself.<br><br>"Good evening, Miss Mallory, I seem to have made Elizabeth's night worse I thought I'd come and see if I could drag you down too," he greeted her with a hint of a smirk. "You should come and have some dinner. That's my opinion anyway. And it's my jobs to make these calls for your own good, right?" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 19:20:55</strong>
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				\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>Her thoughts were going a thousand miles an hour as she slowly began to tune out the music. The voices. The circus. Not even the faint rush from Spirit in the air reached her mind. Chloe was prone to daydreaming when at this events since none of its grandeur interested her. At her, she was still a simple country girl, who did not mind getting dirty in the dirt at a fair. Yet. It became more difficult to focus when they drew closer to her hometown. <br><br><br>She knew that it would not be long before the train stopped back in her hometown. It was an odd conflict within her mind. The desire to see her family in the audience. Over the years away from home, her father still had not forgiven her. She had been banished from her home without a backward glance. Her actions, apparently, were unforgivable. None of her letters were answered. The money she sent to help out with the bills and make life easier was sent back without a word on anyone’s welfare.&nbsp; <br><br>So deep in her mind, she did not notice Kep approaching her. At the sound of his voice, she jumped before emitting a faint scream of fright. Her hand came up to cover her mouth as her face flushed with embarrassment. Nervous laughter came from her lips as she tried to get a hold of herself rather than look like a fool in front of him and others in the tent. She listened to his words as her ocean blue eyes glanced back to Elizabeth, who wore a frown on her face for some reason. She could not fathom why the woman was not pleased since the circus was doing well. It did not occur to her that the woman suffered from issues that did not have anything to do with her business of making people into perfection at their talents. <br><br>Her lips curved upward to return his smirk with a gentle smile. “I am afraid you are too late to drag me down. Kay has already done it with his unpredictable desire to shock me with his behavior. I would appreciate it though if you did not try to pull me down further into the wallows of despair.” She regarded him seriously, unintentionally staring at him without speaking, until a sound broke her concentration. Her stomach rumbled loudly at the word ‘dinner’ since she had not eaten before the show. It was not wise to twirl through the air with a full stomach. “Sure. Do you plan to sit by me or Elizabeth?”&nbsp; Her voice was neutral with the question to not make him feel uncomfortable with her before she placed her arm in his so he could escort her to a table. “I just did not want you to feel forced to eat by me. So what did you say to get Elizabeth in such bad temperament?” Gently, she attempted to pull him in the direction of a table. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 01:08:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Reverse Cowgirl Yee-Ha!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lottie and Kate, others in passing.<br><br>Kink had been eating too fast to bother with delicate operations like buttering or smearing the warm, fluffy biscuits with honey. When at last his hands were bare of biscuits, the clown grabbed the jar of honey and leaned his head back, pouring a long, golden ribbon of thick sugar over the white slop that his cheeks were bulging with before gulping down the contents of his mouth.<br><br>After setting the honey back down, Kink took up the slender strip of latex paint that he'd pulled off of Lexie's back and tied it around his forehead like a bandanna. Kink wasn't the sort to question why he did things, he acted on impulse when a mood took him, and never questioned the "why" behind his actions.<br><br>Kink cursed under his breath as he realized that his cigar had burned out while he was eating and was in the process of relighting it when he overheard the Twins talking about him. At first, he made no signs of hearing what the "Evil Twin" Kate was saying, though inwardly he was slightly flattered. Kink was familiar with the girls, burlesque dancers who'd arrived fairly recently. From what he'd seen, they knew their craft and in spite of their shared malformity, each of them carried a certain flair for sexual tension. Kink always had a soft spot for freaks, outcasts and others that society cringed from. When the "Good Twin" who introduced herself as Charlotte, Kink turned slowly in his chair to face them, wearing an unreadable smile as though it were a part of his costume. They both seemed shy, at least at first, so Kink decided to break the ice with a bit of fun.<br><br>"Company, of course. I'll always share my company with my Company when companions want for companionship." Kink said, his voice lilting in a sing song kind of way. In his peripheral vision, Kink saw more food arriving, to Elizabeth's apparent dismay. "We feed appetites of the mind and soul, but appetites for appetizers know only one remedy."<br><br>Kink stood abruptly, sending the cloud of smoke from relighting his cigar into a spiraling column around him as he rose. He made his way over to the appetizers that had just arrived, snapping his fingers for the Twins to follow, without looking back.<br><br>It would be inaccurate to say that Kinky had a penchant for hazing members of the company who he considered to be closely related to his own, but it would be fair to say that he treated them more harshly than other acts. Kink would have described it as baptizing them in the Spirit of clowning. Without looking back to see if he'd been followed, Kink began loading up a bowl with salad and toast points loaded with antipasto. He ignored the croissants, deciding that he'd had enough bread for one night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 03:44:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>He immediately felt bad for startling her, just another unintended consequence for the evening, but he found himself intensely curious about what must be going on behind those blue eyes that had her so preoccupied. he wondered a little bit about her past, who she had been before the circus, but that wasn't a question he asked anyone as it wasn't one he was prepared to delve into himself.<br><br>"Didn't mean to scare you," he said softly as she covered her mouth but then actually laughed as she requested he not drag her down any further. "I'll do what I can but I'm a, you know, a <em>man</em>, so I can't make any promises. Come on."<br><br>He offered her his arm, a gesture that had been alien to him before this place, but that he'd learned to like. He was never going to be a fancy gentleman but he found he liked a little sense of occasion from time to time. "I think it's a little early for Elizabeth to eat and I wouldn't have walked over here just to nag you to eat and left again. And nobody makes me feel forced to do anything, you know that. As for Elizabeth, let's just say I asked a stupid question and leave it at that."<br><br>He let her subtly steer them to whichever table she chose, wanting to afford her the chance to soothe her nerves. "I know Kink can be a bit much sometimes but it's not personal. I don't think he's even capable of dialing it back. But I get he's not your choice of dinner conversation."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 16:23:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie, Kinky and open.<br><br>She could indeed imagine what he grandmother would have said about the condoms and then imagine the sharp main on her hand which would have followed if she had shown them to her. “Well I might be reckless, sweet and innocent Lottie, but without your say so I am bound to doing nothing about such needs and besides the one of have chosen seems interesting enough for starters.” She giggled at her suggestion that she planned on working her way through all the males or indeed all the females present. She of course would do nothing of the sort but she took amusement at winding Lottie up.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She was impressed with her sister when she spoke first and let her continue right up to the point where she introduced them both to the clown. After he had welcomed their company, in his own unique way, Kate did not move to follow straight away when he got up to get some food, but instead remained where she was standing to address her sister. The finger snapping was humorous and taken in the manner it was intended. She wondered if he had a dog whistle too or even a stick to throw for them to fetch. However, instead of getting upset with the man, she just found the whole thing quite amusing. When she spoke again, she made sure that she would be load enough for the clown to hear. “Of course he is not indisposed sister. Besides I am sure if he were he would still be able to squeeze us in. Besides if he could not it would be his loss and not ours.” She then smiled to her sister and then whispered in her ear. “Floorless intro by the way sis. We will have you speaking for yourself in no time at all.” She then playfully kissed her on the cheek to show that she was only kidding before turning her head to Kinky. “Oh decisions, decisions, do we follow or do we stay? Well I am hungry and not just for the food, so shall we follow? Umm. Yes I think we should.” <br><br>She waited for it to sink in that she wished to turn to follow the clown before moving in the direction of the food. While she filled her plate with food stuffs and handed her sister a plate too, she turned to Kinky and asked “I think it is safe to assume that Lottie here likes you so shall we just cut to the chase and see what interesting ideas she might have for our evening?” She then giggled at her little joke, in regard to Lottie wanting him when it was clearly Kate who was interested in this oh so interesting clown. “Unless of course you feel the need to waste time with simple chit chat? If you are I am sure that Lottie here can oblige.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 07:53:28</strong>
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				\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>His voice sent a slight shiver down her spine since it was a much different tone than he used on rowdy patrons to the circus. It was amazing the type of shift he made during the actual performances and with individual people. Secretly, Chloe was grateful for his interruption of her thoughts even if he scared her in the process. “It’s fine,” she said softly while giving her a genuine smile. “We both know it doesn’t take much for me to become startled.” Her hand lowered away from her face as her fingers tightened around the gloves in her hand. Kep’s next comment caught her slightly off guard even though she was familiar with the saying among gossiping women when they were not too please with a man. “I trust you.” It was easier than normal for the words to fall from her lips since she knew he was a man of his word. Her face blushed though it was quickly hidden as she pretended to pay attention to the theatrics of nearby clowns.<br><br>There was no resistance from her as they began to walk toward the table. Her nose discreetly sniffed since there was some type of scent on him that made her nearly want to sigh with appreciation though she refused to behave like the women who threw themselves at him. “I did not know you knew Elizabeth’s eating schedule,” Chloe teased gently though she was really curious about how he might know such a fact about the ring mistress. Sure, it was his duty to protect them from stalkers or opposition, but did he also intend to shelter them from stomachaches? “I would not be offended if you did leave me. I know I’m not as entertaining as some of the other people who are here.” She spoke the words without a hint of self-pity since she did not think the lack of ability to entertain was not a serious fault. Her blue eyes glanced up to connect with his since it occurred to her that he might feel as though she was intentionally trying to get rid of him. “But if you would like to eat with me, I won’t be dismayed. Your company is much better than some others.”<br><br><em>A stupid question?</em> Part of her wished to pry, but she knew their conversation was none of her business unless told by one of them. “Well, hopefully, her spirits will lighten throughout the night since most people here look to her for setting the mood. It does not bode well for her to frown most of the night.” <br><br>Once they arrived at their table, she untangled herself his side to sit down in her chair. “Well, he does have a way with words.” Her eyes glanced over to see him partaking in some honey in the most barbaric of ways. Chloe glanced around for a circus hand with a water bowl to wash her hands, but there did not appear to be anyone assigned to that particular duty on this night. Instead of fretting, she reached inside of her purse for a small bottle of disinfectant, pouring a drop in her hand since it was fairly potent. “Would you like some?” She waited for his response before either putting it back in her bag or handing it over to him. There was a nice assortment of food to partake in, and her stomach growled loudly since she suddenly felted starved. Chloe filled her plate with some salad and a croissant then sit a napkin in her lap. There was silence from her end as she took her first bite of the delightful bread. Her eyes close as she made an appreciative noise before swallowing. <br><br>"You should one." An rare mischievous smile came on her face as she eyed the basket. "Why, they are good enough to stow away from later munching in the middle of the night." Her feet tapped under the table to the song that played as she felt a slight longing to dance. Later tonight, she would dance to her heart's content without eyes on her. Finally, she could not stand the pent up thoughts in her mind anymore since she needed to speak them aloud to someone. "We should be arriving to Kansas soon." There. It felt so much better to say it rather than fear the reaction of her family. "May I ask you a question? Feel free not to answer, but do you ever feel homesick? I mean, like do you ever...feel antsy when we perform in your hometown, city, or village?" Her tone became light towards the end of her question. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>27-05-2012, 10:34:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, Keplar, Chloe, Elizabeth<br><br>Lexie always one to joke was startled for the briefest of moments at the flash of what might have been hurt in Kink's eyes with that lifted brow. She'd been teasing him as she did anyone and everyone else but she seemed to have hit a nerve. The look was gone so fast Lexie was left blinking wondering if she'd imagined the expression or if for one startling moment she'd seen something more there. <br><br>He moved behind her as he spoke and she made herself hold still as he left her line of sight. Kink was unpredictable and while she trusted him completely just like she did everyone else in her circus family he still made her nervous. She started just a touch when he gather her hair from the base of her neck as shifted it aside. she could feel his warm breath against the base of her neck and tried not to tremble at the wealth of tingles that swarmed through her body. She could feel the latex give at the base of her neck and then she gasped as it was torn smoothly down the line of her back and cool air touched her heated skin.<br><br>She almost moaned then in there the cool air felt so nice against her bare skin. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled a bright smile of innocent pleasure at Kink who seemed to be very pleased with himself. The ice touching her back did make her shiver out right a sigh of abject pleasure parting her lips as her head tilted back red hair spilling over her shoulder and down her back. "That's wonderful" She purred lightly her back arching seeking the pleasurable touch of the ice on her heated skin.<br><br>All of a sudden the contact was gone and Lexie had to blink a couple times to focus. It took her only a moment to realize Kink was stuffing his face with food leaving her completely forgotten. A rare scowl crossed the red heads face and she turned away her shoulders stiff as she walked away lighting a cigarette as she joined a group of clowns that were laughing brightly. Her upset slide away from her easily enough and she was laughing and smiling with the rest as the food came in and a lively air seemed to filter through the group.<br><br>Lexie though she was hungry passed on food in favor of playing with the other clowns. She always had fun with them entertaining those around them came as naturally as breathing. As the others danced and played Lexie did hand stands (http://www.cirquepromo.com/performers/Contortion.jpg) and a few easy contortions finding a liberating kind of freedom in the paint. She could really show off every line of her body to perfection and it was fun. She came to her feet again as more and more of the other clowns took to the food and her gaze slide over Kink once more who was tying the strip of her costume around his head. <br><br>A flash of angry heat swept through her body and she forced herself to turn away and let the emotion go. She was volatile sometimes but never to the extreme she was with Kink he just had a talent for pulling out her temper. She looked for her friend Keplar but he was with Chloe and while neither of them ever said anything Lexie would of had to be a moron not to see the sparks that flew between the two of them. While she selfishly wanted to steal Keplar away wanting someone to pay attention to her after Kink bruised her ego she wasn't so mean as to actually do so. Instead she wondered off to join the other clowns hopping onto a table and acting as if nothing in the world could matter more to her then having fun.<br><br>She stole a cute male clowns smoke and took a drag tossing her hair and dancing across the table away from his grasp laughing brightly making a spectacle of herself as she enticed him into chasing her. She did what she always did when faced with upset she turned away from it. It couldn't touch her if she ignored it. She ran and laughed letting the guy catch her around the waist and spin her around as she screamed in delight. When he put her down she was gasping for breath. His hands lingered a touch too long and she pushed him away with a shake of her finger and an amused smirk on her lips as she sashayed away letting her hips sway in a way that would entice the eyes of those around her. <br><br>She could feel eyes on her and while it unnerved her to a degree there was a sense of power there too. People saw her. People always saw her but not like this. She felt like she could have them eating out of the palm if she really wanted. It was nearly as intoxicating as all the drinks she'd consumed. Walking with a cocky air, full of swelled confidence Lexie near pranced over to Elizabeth. Lexie stepped onto her table and folded gracefully into a cross legged seated position. She was enjoying the freedom of moment the lack of clothing provided.<br><br>As soon as she was seated before her mistress she saw the tense look to her face that spoke of displeasure. She almost regretted sitting down, almost. "You'll give yourself wrinkles if you keep scowling like that." Lexie teased a grin curling her lips showing her absolute lack of malice. She reached forward and brushed a lock of Elizabeth's hair back and smiled. "Who is it? We'll have them banished." Lexie whispered conspiratorially before hopping to her feet nearly overturning Elizabeth's champagne flute. "Banished!" She announced loudly a laugh in her voice as she gave the crowd a mock scowl. "Do you hear me? Banished!" She yelled barely holding back from laughing as she gave the room a glare that though mock had a fierceness that was often overlooked in the frivolous girl. Turning her head Laxie winked at her mistress hoping to find a different expression on her face from the tense angry one she'd first encountered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 07:21:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>"I don't know Elizabeth's eating schedule but I do know that if she'd been ready for dinner she would have called for it and since she was dancing with me..." he said easily as they made their way to the table. He didn't comment on anything else until they reached the table and he pulled her chair out for her then sat down himself. He grinned at her. "I don't want to eat dinner with Kink either, I'm happy right where I am." <br><br>On his worse days, Chloe's fastidiousness could grate on his nerves, mostly because it served to highlight his own deficiencies but his day had gone well, Elizabeth aside, and clearly Chloe wasn't in fighting form at the moment. Bemused, he motioned that he would borrow the hand sanitizer and used it quickly before handing it back, then noticing her smoothing her napkin over her lap, he picked up his own napkin which he had tossed aside and followed suit. He couldn't have explained what he was doing. He was hardly aware of it, it was just that his gut told him she was troubled and his response was to try to out her at ease any way he could. He just nodded as she made small talk about the food and filled his plate though when she asked her question she had his full attention.<br><br>"Chicago, that's where I'm from," he said, surprised as soon as the words emerged from his mouth. It was the most he'd said about his past since he'd joined the circus. His brow furrowed as he wondered why he'd volunteered that and tried to steer the conversation back to her. "And no, I never feel homesick but I'm not really the, whatchacallit, the nostalgic type. Is that what's on your mind? Are you wondering about seeing your family again or...you're not thinking of leaving, are you?" <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 10:47:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie<br><br>Elizabeth was beginning to get pissed off.&nbsp; She was used to being angry from time to time, but this particular one made no sense what so ever.&nbsp; She loved getting angry at others, it was one of her favorite past times.&nbsp; But she wasn’t angry at anyone else.&nbsp; Disappointed in a handful, perhaps, but when alcohol was involved that was expected.&nbsp; Upset with some.&nbsp; But she was angry with herself.&nbsp; She was angry for letting herself get in such a foul mood.&nbsp; Fuck, this was supposed to be her event.&nbsp; This was supposed to be where she showed her Family a good time, and where she had the chance to play with each and every one of them.<br><br>Yet there she stewed, like a jealous high school student who just saw her ex boyfriend kissing another girl.&nbsp; Worst part?&nbsp; He hadn’t even done that.&nbsp; Finally she shook her head and waved her hand in the air, as though it’d shoo away all negative feelings.&nbsp; It didn’t, but she knew what would certainly help.&nbsp; She poured herself another glass of champagne.&nbsp; She drank half of it and then set the glass back where it’d been.&nbsp; The next thing that she knew, there was a figure at the top of her eye standing on her table.&nbsp; That did not please her, no one had the right to stand on her table.&nbsp; But when her eyes raised to find that it was just Lexie, her anger subsided.&nbsp; She actually managed a grin with the clowns words.&nbsp; The smile turned into something devious…The spirit was at work, and not even Elizabeth was able to escape a clowns charm.<br><br>None the less she was surprised when Lexie reached forward to brush a strand of hair from her face.&nbsp; It was a comforting gesture.&nbsp; And when she first began to speak, Elizabeth thought about defending Lawrence.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; She was not quite sure.&nbsp; Again, Lexie astounded her.&nbsp; Clowns always came in nervous around Elizabeth.&nbsp; They were always afraid they’d do something wrong, or not seem friendly enough.&nbsp; And here Lexie was, yelling about banishment into the entire crowd without a care in the world about how they would look at her.&nbsp; Her obvious lack of care for appearance just broke Elizabeth.&nbsp; By the time she finished her last statement, Elizabeth was laughing uncontrollably.&nbsp; One of her hands lifted to her chest and clasped over her heart as her legs pushed forward, and she did manage to knock over the glass of champagne.&nbsp; She did not care in the least, she was happy.<br><br>It took her a few moments to collect herself enough to sit up straight again.&nbsp; Even once “collected” she was still hiccupping out a laugh or two every few seconds.&nbsp; Once again she shook her head, but this time it was with a joyous smile.&nbsp; She’d just found this girl, and already she was becoming one of Elizabeths favorites. “You’re absolutely silly, Lexie.” Elizabeth found the bottle of champagne again.&nbsp; This time she didn’t bother with a glass, and she simply drank straight from the source.&nbsp; The bubbles burned her throat and she coughed a little before she set the bottle on the ground beside her.&nbsp; Her eyes lifted to Lexies face, before giving her the once over.<br><br>Lexie looked absolutely marvelous in nothing at all.&nbsp; Even Elizabeth was capable of drinking in the appeal of the girl.&nbsp; Her eyes traced Lexies curves, then followed the stripe of flesh that rode up her spine.&nbsp; She recalled seeing Kink rip the latex from her body.&nbsp; She had thought about punishing him for it, but now she was just too pleased with Lexie to care. “You look stunning, Lexie dear.&nbsp; I’m not surprised half the eyes in this room are still fixated upon you.” Elizabeth lifted her hand and began to pat the seat to the left side of her.&nbsp; It was a privilege that she doubted Lexie would understand, unless one of the clowns had gotten into her ear about the hierarchy.&nbsp; Whether or not Lexie decided to sit, Elizabeth spoke.&nbsp; She hoped Lexie would, as it’d help prove a point to others later.<br><br>“Since I am sure it’ll get into your ear later, you dancing with Lawrence pissed me right the fuck off.&nbsp; Then he decided to go and talk to Mariana.&nbsp; Don’t blame either of you though.&nbsp; But enough of this depressing squabble!” Elizabeth turned to face Lexie.&nbsp; The smile on her face was now completely happy.&nbsp; She appeared to be admiring her clown, and for good reason at that. “Kinky can be difficult.&nbsp; But he is an amazing clown.&nbsp; I’m not quite pleased that he used your latex as a bandanna, it seems arrogant.” She shrugged her shoulders as she looked back towards Kinky.&nbsp; It wasn’t the type of thing that was worth confronting him over, unless Lexie gave her reason. “But you’ve been perfect.&nbsp; I felt the spirit take me in its hands when you came over, and turn my frown upside down.&nbsp; And the cliché was meant to be corny.” Elizabeths eyes turned back to Lexie, this time she seemed to have a serious expression upon her face.&nbsp; “With guidance, I could see you becoming the lead clown.&nbsp; Kinky would not be happy about it, but he understands my decisions.&nbsp; I think, I mean you never know with him.&nbsp; You may still be new.&nbsp; But I consider you as much a part of the family as anyone else.” <br><br>Elizabeths gaze turned back towards the crowd.&nbsp; She smiled.&nbsp; She didn’t want to leave Lexie with such a daunting decision that came out of no where, so Elizabeth decided to have a little fun and be playful. “Though I must tell you, I may just be telling you what you want to hear because of how sexy you are in that latex.&nbsp; I’m not sure I could pull it off that well.” She tried to make her voice playful so that Lexie didn’t think that Elizabeth was coming onto her, but the smile on her face would let Lexie know she meant her words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>28-05-2012, 11:57:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Kinky <br><br>Lexie was beyond please to hear the peals of laughter coming from her mistresses lips. She'd acted without thought as she so often did with others and so rarely did with Elizabeth. It had been impulsive and reckless but that's what she was and she was tickled pink she hadn't pissed off the woman she admired so. At the compliment of being called silly she flashed a brilliant smile and bowed as one might have a few hundred years ago in a french court. She extended her leg and twirled her wrist as she bent at the waist accepting the compliment with an exasperated bow.<br><br>Elizabeth's eyes swept over her and she felt her flesh tingle. It was one things for the others to look at her in such a way their opinions mattered little to the flame haired vixen but from Elizabeth the opinion carried weight and she found herself wanting to please the woman before her. She didn't even notice that she straitened her shoulders and stood up a bit straiter displaying her form in a pleasing manner for her mistress to admire.&nbsp; She grinned with pleasure at the compliments and smiled brightly at the invitation to sit flushing with pleasure and pride. She'd never before been invited to sit with Elizabeth, it felt like an honor.<br><br>She hopped from the table and sat down crossing her legs modestly and brushing back her hair with her fingertips. As Elizabeth spoke again a stunned look took her face. her eyes widened and her lips parted just a touch. She wanted to speak, to explain. The thought that Elizabeth might be displeased with her was like a physical pain, a thorn caught just under the skin pushing deeper. It distressed her greatly though nothing more on her face showed then the mild look of shock. She wasn't given the chance to speak which was probably for the best since she had no desire to spoil her mistresses good mood.<br><br>At the mention of Kink her gaze shifted towards him for a second and if Elizabeth was paying attention she'd not the brief look of confusion and pain. She strove to please him as much as she tried to please Elizabeth though with him she seemed to fail so much more. She would never in a million years speak of it but she never felt right around him, always she was unsettle and she could never quiet figure out why that was.<br><br>She turned back to face Elizabeth a light smile on her lips all signs of distress gone. "Tis fitting then since he is arrogant." she quipped looking amused. At the compliment Lexie beamed brightly her whole face, her whole being lighting up from the inside out. She couldn't imagine a greater compliment then to be told she was able to use the spirit on the woman who herself personified it. "You do me too much honor my lady I'm but a silly clown just as you said." She said bowing her head softly in differences to her mistress.<br><br>At the unexpected offer Lexie looked truly stunned and she again whipped her head around to look at Kink an almost panicked look in her eyes. "I..I" She never got a statement out stammering in shock for a few moments before resigning to the fact that she couldn't find words to express what she wanted to say. Elizabeth lightened the air with an unexpected joke making Lexie burst out laughing. "Au contraire I think dressed in paint you may stop hearts rather then just divert blood flow as I seem to do." Lexie said flashing a wicked grin, "Though I may have to take up the habit of dressing as such. It had proved quiet entertaining" She said with a girlish giggle choosing to ignore the look of honest appreciation on Elizabeth's face since she was unsure how to handle it as it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 02:44:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Reverse Cowgirl Yee-Ha!<br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lottie and Kate.<br><br>Kink made no attempt to hide his wide smile from Kate as she told him that her twin was interested in him and that they might "Cut-to-the-Chase", rather than wasting time with idle chitchat. By now the buffet table was becoming crowded, other members coming over to fill their stomachs. The Clown flashed a taunting, yet oddly seductive wink to Chloe in passing before moving back toward his table.<br><br>"Couldn't we at least see what the main course will be?" Kink wondered of the Twins, casually grasping a lock of Lottie's hair between two fingers, lifting it to his nose to smell. "The night is still so young."<br><br>For a moment, Kink played with his food, grasping the entirety of the salad in one fist and squeezing it until all the greens held together. He placed the wad of salad on top of one of the toast points spread with antipasto. He topped the makeshift sandwich with the other toast point, scattering olives, bits of prosciutto and crumbles of cheese into the bowl before he could lower his face enough to take a big bite out of the corner. Crumbs scattered everywhere, but the acidic vinegar from the antipasto blended well with the lightly dressed greens and he closed his eyes for a moment, appreciating.<br><br>It was then that Kink felt it, making the hairs on his neck stand up slowly. Eyes on him. To Kink, there was no such thing as unwanted attention, but secret attention was something different entirely. How could he appreciate being appreciated, if he didn't know it was happening? That was when he saw them, all huddled close and conspiratorial, peas in a fucking pod; all hushed whispers and sidelong glances. Lexie and Elizabeth, looking often enough that it seemed certain they were talking about him.<br><br>Kinky had heard Lexi before, shouting about banishment. Was this his reward for providing her with a breath of fresh air earlier? She'd have him thrown out of the show that he loved. Elizabeth would do whatever was best for herself, in any situation. The betrayal by one of his own was the hardest part of this jagged little pill to swallow. He bit angrily into his sandwich, terrified to imagine what he would be if he wasn't Kinky the Klown.<br><br>He wouldn't be cast off so easily, not while he still had breath in his lungs and a will to oppose them. Kink snapped the latex band from around his head and cast it spitefully into the dirt. He turned to Lottie and Kate. A unique smile painted across his lips, this one wicked and injured, dangerous and feral.<br><br>"On second thought. Fuck this upscale casual, bullshit. Let's cut to the goddamn chase, girls." Kink said authoritatively, all in one breath. "Follow me, I know just the place."<br><br>With that, Kink stuffed the last of his appetizer sandwich into his mouth and took Lottie by the hand, leading the sisters toward the back of the tent, toward the small dressing area behind the main performance space. If it was a war that Lexie wanted, he'd need to recruit some soldiers of his own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 06:13:20</strong>
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				\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep, Kink<br><hr><br>The memory of Kep and Elizabeth dancing together replayed in her mind as he spoke to her. “I suppose you’re right. Elizabeth is not one to wait patiently for a meal when hunger strikes her.” <em>Nor does she wait for anything or anyone else.</em> Her eyes strayed over to the ebony haired woman, who appeared to be in an enjoyable conversation with the always lovable Lexie. Well, that depended on who was speaking of her. Some people within the circus adored the new clown while others shied away from the seemingly constant state of happiness. A short but genuine laugh escaped her lips as they agreed on not wanting Kay at their table. <br><br>Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Kay winked at her with some type of look in his eye. Chloe was not sure if it was the haze of all the alcohol in his system or something else. The wink caught her off guard so she did not know how to respond to what she perceived as flirting. Her lips pursed together as she thought rapidly before her hand rose in the type of wave royals gave their citizens. No waving of her hand. Just an acknowledgement of his presence. <br><br>It was not often Chloe and Kep could talk to each other for an extended amount of time. Yet, when it happened, it always felt natural between them without a moment of oddness. Just conversation. For some reason, Chloe thought he could not stand being around her since she was so old fashioned and traditional. The sentiment was not new since some people called her grandma behind her back due to some of her morals. She was often told in her youth to ‘get with the times’ rather than become left behind in the past. Yet, there was something about tradition which comforted her more than any modern luxury. Perhaps this was the reason she adjusted so well to the lack of technology within the circus.&nbsp; <br><br>She took a small bite of her salad, not noticing that Kep replicated her action with the napkin. As he answered her question with a revelation about himself, her eyes bore into him in disbelief. Quickly, Chloe recovered herself since she knew it was rude to stare. Rather than make a big deal about his opening up with her, she decided to compliment the city of his birth rather than pile one questions. “Chicago is a lovely city. Well, that’s what I’ve heard about it. I have not had the pleasure of actually visiting.” If he decided to share about his home city, she would not stop him, but Chloe did not plan to force it either. Her hands reached out to readjust the shawl on her shoulders since a cool breeze brushed past her. A pink tint came on her cheeks with embarrassment since she did not wish to seem like a person full of past wants and desires. “I…yes. That was on my mind earlier before you drew me out of my thoughts.” <br><br>The meal lay forgotten as she lifted her hands to fiddle with her pearl necklace. His questions hit her like a ton of bricks yet she already knew the answer. It took her a few seconds to respond. “Of course not. There is nothing there for me anymore. If I left I would probably become some crazed homeless woman or a nanny since the world moves entirely too fast for me.” There was nothing but honesty in her voice since she accepted her fate as belonging in the circus. "Oh dear. I have been blabbering like an idiot. You are probably annoyed with me." She resume eating since her appetite managed to return after nearly pouring out her problems to him. Just then, she noticed a trio of people move out of sight. It appeared like the twins and Kay. Only heaven knew what they were up to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 08:18:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie.<br><br>Elizabeth simply smiled and shook her head as she looked away from Lexie.&nbsp; Her laugh was absolutely intoxicating.&nbsp; Elizabeth knew better than to just believe it was the tone or the sound of the laugh.&nbsp; She’d heard tens of thousands of laughs during the circus.&nbsp; Lexies affected Elizabeth the way it did for the simple fact that the spirit had decided to attach itself to her.&nbsp; Elizabeth had began to pick up on the habits of the spirit.&nbsp; She had discovered that it made her decision making a hell of a lot easier.&nbsp; Kinky had outright infuriated her, and she had thought to get rid of him all together.&nbsp; But his laugh did the same thing to her.&nbsp; The spirit knew that he was good for the family, so she decided to keep him.&nbsp; <br><br>“A silly clown is the best kind of clown.&nbsp; Kink can be the devil himself, but he is about as silly as they come.&nbsp; Sometimes to his own detriment.” Elizabeth had picked up on the seeming discomfort that Lexie had at being offered the chance to advance.&nbsp; She decided not to push it for the time being.&nbsp; She made it clear to her Clown that the offer was out there, and if she ever decided she wanted to take it then Elizabeth would wait for her to bring it up.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth couldn’t help but to laugh when Lexie talked about what Elizabeth could do if she just dressed up in body paint.&nbsp; She was used to being complimented, but very rarely did she receive them in this type of way.&nbsp; Lexie was in no way trying to get anything from Elizabeth.&nbsp; She was simply speaking the truth that she believed, so the compliment actually landed and made Elizabeth feel happy.&nbsp; Her eyes again returned to Lexie, but this time the intrusive lowering glance wasn’t given.&nbsp; She just looked into her clowns eyes with a smile. “Now now, Lexie.&nbsp; Here I had been hoping to do nothing more than dress up in paint along side you the next time you chose to do so so that we could leave jaws dropped.” Elizabeth fell into her performers mindset.&nbsp; She now simply acted.<br><br>She gave a woeful sigh and raised her arms out in a gesture towards her family.&nbsp; Her lower lip pouted, and she spoke as though her heart had simply been broken. “Now I know that doing so would kill my family.&nbsp; A many great things have came from my nudity, now I must forever be bound to chastity so I do not risk the life of those so graced by my body without clothing.” Elizabeth stood up.&nbsp; It was a slow stand, the type that someone who was experiencing deep emotional pain would make.&nbsp; Her eyes swept out through the crowd before she turned and looked down to Lexie.&nbsp; Elizabeths eyes seemed like they were damned near swelling over with tears…And finally she couldn’t take it anymore.&nbsp; She collapsed backwards and landed in a sitting position on the table, as she herself burst out into laughter.<br><br>It took her a good ten seconds to collect herself before she lifted her hands to wipe away the tears of laughter.&nbsp; Her hands wiped across the cloth on her thighs as she looked back to her clown, a playful smile on her face. “By god not even I can act my way out of a lie as severe as me being chaste.&nbsp; I wouldn’t even be able to perform!” Her fire handling acts had always excited her, but now that Lawrence was back it was even worse.&nbsp; The stage hands backstage knew as much, as she tended to leave the show with heavy breaths and a blush on her face.<br><br>“By god Lexie you’re brilliant.”&nbsp; Elizabeth leaned forward to pick up the bottle of champagne, drinking straight from it once again before she set it on the table beside her.&nbsp; She crossed her legs and returned her eyes to her clown. “If you like the attention in a safe setting, then you should try performing on your own in body paint in the Burlesque tent.&nbsp; I bet you’d make what you average in a week in one night, and every penny you make goes straight to your pocket.” Elizabeth didn’t know Lexie well enough to know if money was a motivating factor.&nbsp; But even within the Family, money had it’s uses.&nbsp; You could buy favors, you could buy pleasure, you could buy privacy or other peoples things.&nbsp; Yet she’d found that not everyone in the circus cared about some things, some just enjoyed the ambience.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 07:18:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Kinky <br><br>Hearing Elizabeth praise Kink made Lexie smile. It had distressed her to be offered his position even in half jest. She wasn't the type to want that sort of thing, she enjoyed the freedom of her position now she wouldn't want to responsibility of Kink's job. Even if she did want it she wouldn't have taken it. Kink annoyed her, frustrated her and some times even hurt her but she had no desire to take anything from him. "Kink is an amazing clown." She said with a smile looking more pleased with the turn in the conversation. "Thank you for the compliment in saying I could one day be the head clown my lady but I have no such ambitious. I much prefer the freedom of being a simple clown." Lexie said leaning back and crossing her legs easily. <br><br>It was then that she saw from the corner of her eye Kink disappear with the twins. A flash of annoyance crossed the flame hair girls face. But it was then that Elizabeth slipped into her own type of roll and distracted Lexie. Lexie smiled a laugh trapped behind her lips, her eyes sparkling with it. She watched her mistress stand with a look of near awe on her face. Seeing a master at work was something inspiring. When Elizabeth collapsed back with a laugh Lexie laughed along with her clapping her hands like a small child in her excitement.<br><br>Lexie couldn't help the light blush that stained her cheeks at the idea of Elizabeth being chaste. In a family as small as there's there were no secrets. It was impossible to keep a secret among themselves. It was already stirring in the air that Lawrence and Elizabeth might take up their old relationship and Elizabeth only added to the rumor with her flashes of jealousy and apparent excitement at having him around. Lexie herself wasn't always sure about how to act around Lawrence after the subtle warning from Elizabeth's own lips.<br><br>Lexie laughed at being called brilliant before shrugging modestly. It was like a dream being here acting as she pleased and not being told to behave or act in a certain way but instead being rewarded for her erratic fun loving nature. The suggestion she dance alone in the paint in the Burlesque tent caught her attention and she looked thoughtful for a moment. The money was a minor incentive, she didn't have much use for it in the circus itself but she loved the shopping trips and she loved shopping but it was the attention that really caught her attention and made her consider it.<br><br>Her eyes shifted to the lit stage and thought about how hot it had been while doing a simple dance with Lawrence but since Kink had altered her outfit she'd been much more comfortable and was fairly certain she could do it with a little practice. 'You know I think I will. It would be fun.' She said her usually innocent look shifting to something a touch wicked, "Maybe if your feeling in a murderous mood you could join me." Lexie said flashing a playful smile before laughing her easy natural laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 03:56:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>He felt relieved when she denied thinking about leaving, not wanting to lose any of the family of course. Glad that she hadn't pressed any on his inadvertent admission of his home town he didn't revisit it but merely let it drop. <br><br>"You're not babbling, Chloe...and I'm not annoyed," he said, setting his fork down. He gazed across the table at her like she was the only thing in the room. "Look, I don't like to talk but I don't mind listening. If you're nervous about being back, that must mean there are...issues? Is it about seeing your family again or not seeing them?"<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 07:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>His answer caused her to smile at him as she began to fiddle with the uneaten food on her plate. Even though some circus members considered her to be uppity and snobbish, she truly did not wish to have people view her in a negative light. The way he stared at her made her recall the only time they kissed each other. She swallowed hard then looked down at her hands as if inspecting them. In truth, Chloe was not sure how to respond to such a stare. Especially in the public. <em>Is it about seeing your family again or not seeing them?</em> A frown came on her face at his question since it caused suppressed memories to resurface. <br><br>The fork clattered against the glass plate loudly as she raked her finger gently through her hair. It was tempting to talk about her issues with him since he excluded calmness along with lack of being judgmental. But to revisit such problems right now would leave her in an emotional wreck of tears and consuming chocolate. So in order to avoid offending him by refusing to answer, she skirted around the answer with a fairly generalized response. “Well, every family has issues. Surely you know this fact. As far as your question of seeing them again, I highly doubt they will have the time to come away from the farm to see my performance." Her tone was neutral as she was careful not to allow any hint of angst appear on her face. Yet, she could not control her eyes. Chloe reached over to pour herself a glass of bourbon then took a long gulp. His comment on preferring to listen came back to her attention though she would not mind simply eating in relative silence. "Have you ever thought of doing something other than security for the circus? I cannot help but wonder if you have some type of hidden talent that has not been discovered by Elizabeth."&nbsp; <br><br>There. She managed to gently guide the conversation away from herself without causing tension between them. At least, she hoped her comment did not offend him since it was not her intention. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 06:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie.<br><br>Elizabeths nerves had now absolutely settled with her short time with who was quickly becoming her favorite clown.&nbsp; No longer did she allow thoughts about Lawrence to linger, or worries about Kink.&nbsp; Or anything of the like.&nbsp; They were all absolutely pointless thoughts at the end of the day.&nbsp; She could control neither man.&nbsp; She could control just about everyone within the circus, but those two were two she could not.&nbsp; It was fortunate though that she had her back turned to the crowd when Kink escorted the Twins into the dressing room.&nbsp; She would have interfered and objected in Charlottes defense, even if she hadn’t the slightest clue whether or not she condoned the act.<br><br>Her shoulders began to shrug as she felt the stress leak away.&nbsp; Her muscles began to loosen.&nbsp; And the champagne finally caught up to her.&nbsp; She felt the gentle swimming feeling in her head.&nbsp; The absolute comfort that a lack of inhibitions brought you.&nbsp; Elizabeth rarely seemed as though she had any sort of modesty or self-restraint.&nbsp; But with her position came a certain level of forced restrain…She couldn’t simply come onto whoever she wanted, because she had to maintain at least at least a certain level of professionalism.&nbsp; But it was a party after all, so who was she to be the one to damper the mood?<br><br>Elizabeth lifted her legs to sit Indian style before she spun in a circle on the table to face her Family.&nbsp; They were all happily away at whatever they were doing.&nbsp; Mariana had seemed to find herself going to bed early, and it left Lawrence sitting alone.&nbsp; She just smiled.&nbsp; Who had the pretty girl sitting with them now?&nbsp; Perhaps that was a silly thought, because Lawrence had a chance to fuck Mariana where as Elizabeth hadn’t thought of Lexie in that way before.&nbsp; Her body spun around again and she looked back to her clown.&nbsp; Her face shared the same sort of smile, something between playful and wicked. <br><br>“Can you even imagine how much money the two of us could make if we performed in the burlesque tent together?&nbsp; I can see it now.&nbsp; You dancing with the elegance and sexuality that the spirit provides.&nbsp; Myself a few yards away, dancing on my own and swirling my fire…Mmm, what a tease we’d be when we came together.” She smiled at the thought, a look of pure lust in her eyes.&nbsp; But it wasn’t a lust for Lexie, it was a lust for the way the crowd would react to them.&nbsp; The spirit reacted differently in the Burlesque tent, and though she had felt it watching the shows, she had never felt the licks of pleasure that it gave to those performing. “We’ll both have to be in body paint, men and women would empty their bank accounts for us.&nbsp; I’ll set up a grand shopping trip for the Family after to spend our wealth.”<br><br>Elizabeths legs extended out in front of her when she finished speaking.&nbsp; She took to her feet and turned to pick up the bottle of champagne.&nbsp; Her eyes turned down to Lexie as a thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; <em>Just one more sip, you don’t want to make a fool out of yourself Elizabeth.</em> She thought as she took one last drink.&nbsp; The bottle was set down and she turned around to face her family, her face ripe with a smile.&nbsp; Her eyes moved towards Lawrence, who was now by himself.&nbsp; She hoped that her decision would work to her advantage and not backfire, as that was just as possible as anything.<br><br>Finally she turned around and lowered her hand to lift Lexies.&nbsp; She leaned down and placed a simple kiss upon the top of Lexies fingers.&nbsp; When she lifted she had a devious expression upon her face. “Remember how I told you it pissed me off when I saw you dance with Lawrence?&nbsp; Forget that I said that.” Her hand in Lexies placed a gentle pull, indicating she wished for Lexie to stand.&nbsp; Her hand released from Lexies(Whether she stood or not) and she turned to face the dance floor, her eyes switching back and forth between it and Lawrence. “How about the three of us dance?&nbsp; I cannot help but to believe it’d be fun.” Her hopes were that the two of them would tease Lawrence to no avail.&nbsp; He’d end up going back to his bed without a thing to join him, and a million thoughts.&nbsp; Of course there was that real chance she’d end up in the same position.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 07:32:24</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Kate, Kinky and open.<br><br>Lottie was certainly not happy with her sister’s, games not happy at all, her sister was more than aware of her displeasure, she did not even need to give her the usual shrivelling&nbsp; look Kate knew, she always did. Yes there was more joined than just their hips. <br><br>The rather more reserved sister was not impressed at all and almost flinched when kinky took her lovely red hair and sniffed it, it was not the kind of thing gentlemen did. With all this tension in the tent Lottie was getting a little warm under her non existent collar, Kate of course would feel it too but for the most it would go unnoticed. The more refined of this partnership was far better at creating any sort of unnecessary sort of trouble.<br><br>Of course her sister liked to play games but Lottie did not, that was unless it was something as canasta or perhaps chess.&nbsp; She pulled out two fans and flicked on in front of her face waving it as had been taught by Nana, hoping her sister would do the same in a mirror image of herself. <br><br>Once more her sister was offered a rather cold look befre a polite smile was returned to Kinky. “I believe we may be more than honoured to join you, for it would be a pleasure to have the company of such an esteemed gentleman however I believe ther is another redhead that rather prefers you, and I have no wish to make her upset….just as my sister would not.” Lottie looked once more to her sister.<br><br>“However sir we do have a little money and some cards if you wished to play.” The rather more shy twin fanned her face, and the her sisters again. There was something most erotic about the way she and Kate were able to use the fan. The two were from an old style of carnival and more. “Well as Kate appears intrigued by you …I believe we must follow. For as you can see… I can go no where without her., what a predicament. As I think it might be she that might like a game of canasta.” Lotie smiled in a most beguiling way and then fluttered her fan taking just another sip of water.<br><br>“Lead on then…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 13:49:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie, Kinky and Lexie <em>with thoughts of Elizabeth and Lexie</em>.<br><br>While she snacked on the food and waited for Kinky to speak, she looked around at the others she had seen before and in some cases socialised with. Lexie was one of the first to talk to her, upon her arrival with her sister, and they had already socialised several times. While she thought of such things she gave her a smile of friendship and winked at her knowingly. She already liked her a lot and imagined that she would have been drinking with her more if it was not for her sister close and permanent proximately. On the few occasions they had been out they had fun and then some. She felt that Kink had done wrong by Lexie, when he left her to hang like that while he eat. She wondered if he would do the same to her by bring her to the edge only to be selfish and leave her unsatisfied in the end. She smiled to herself when in the end it did not seem to bother Lexie in the slightest. After all it was his loss, in Kate's opinion, as Lexie was a fox. She kept her eye on Lexie for a moment longer as she watched her laughing and joking with friends. If she was not so hungry perhaps she would be part of the group instead. To Kate's delight she was still watching her when she did some handstands. Such grace and agility. Her eyes then went back to the food table when Lexie wondered off. When she looked at her again, she was dancing just before she walked over to Elizabeth. It was not long before other women were deep conversation. The only words she caught were 'Banished' which upset Kate as the thought of her friend feeling like that was sad. She would have to share a drink with her before the night was through, she thought. She then gestured this to Lexie with the hope that she would see, by making a pint glass shape with her hand and moving it to her mouth followed by another wink and a smile.<br><br>What brought her attention back to he table was Kinky, when he finally spoke to Lottie and herself. As he words flowed around her they made sense to her to eat first. After all there were still plenty of hours left before it would be time to sleep. When he spoke again, Kate could see that he was smiling but she could not figure out its intent. Luckily her tummy was starting to fill when he suggested that they should leave with him. So she did not have a problem with it, overall. She was unclear about his reasons for the sudden change of heart. However, her mind did not linger on the reasons long enough to come up with anything to be too concerned about. Besides she was hungry for something else now. <br><br>When her sister pulled out her fan, Kate already had her hand on her was and teasing it from her garments. She had not missed the look from her sister, but that was all part of the fun, now wasn't it. She was surprised by Lottie acceptance of the clown but she did not question it as she wanted him in so many ways. She even let Lottie turn the need for the clown back to her. All she did at this point was to look at her with love and respect as she spoke so confidently to the man. She tried with some success to hold back a snigger when Lottie suggested a game of cards and when she suggested that canasta was her game, she knew how that term reeked of innuendo. After her sister acceptance for him to take them to wherever he had in mind, she watched as he took Lottie's hand and moved at exactly the same time as she, to avoid any injury. She quickly put her glass down to ensure that both of her hands were free. As they walked out of the tent, she blow a kiss to Lexie and smiled once again. She imaged this would not take too long and with that in mind she hoped to get what she needed and be back inside the tent drinking with the very sexy Lexie in no time at all. Besides if she could manage this, it would be great to get to know Elizabeth too as they had not shared that many words as yet. <br><br>It was still some distance to where kinky was taking them, so she imagined, from what little she know about Elizabeth, how well she would get along with her. Since she seemed to get on with Lexie, Kate imaged that Elizabeth would like her too. Someone else to talk about men and the wild things they could do to them or indeed with them. In fact the more she thought on it the more she realised she now had two reasons to return to the tent. Perhaps if she were lucky, Lexie would help to break the ice for her, not that Kate needed it but it would be easier that way.&nbsp; <br><br>Now outside, she looked to her sister and then to Kinky and said "Card games indeed, dear sister. Now as for canasta, you know how much I love that game. However, the version I had in mind involves this man's cock and no cards. So Kinky, how Kinky are you really and are you prepared to show me and my sister the depths of such?" She then smiled and winked at him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 23:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Kate, Lottie, Kinky<br><br>Elizabeth looked relaxed which made the young clown smile. It had been her intention to make her mistress happy that she was able to provide that to her was a gift in an of itself. Lexie had once lived a life where such behavior was frowned upon, now it was encouraged rewarded. She could think of nothing she could want more then to live out her life here.<br><br>She happened to glance up in time to see Kate looking at her making gestures. She gave a smile and nodded her agreement though there wasn't the normal spark of excitement and happiness in her eyes not the it was noticeable to anyone who didn't know her well. Lexie emotions were hard to read at the best of times, she always worked so hard to personify happiness that she didn't properly know how to express anything else except in quick violent bursts, something she did very rarely.<br><br>Elizabeth drew her attention away from the twins Kate and Lottie disappearing from sight a wink and blown kiss from Kate making her flush with the heat of anger and other emotions she refused to name. Her attention pinned itself to Elizabeth as she described them dancing together in the Burlesque tent. Lexie smiled a slow cunning smile of pleasure as she imagined it. She had danced in the tent before and found it to be a high like nothing else she'd ever experienced. the thought of doing so with Elizabeth left her licking her lips lightly in anticipation. "We should do it in the next town maybe. The tent would be full to bursting with those eager to see us." Lexie said a laugh of feminine pleasure spilling from her lips as she thought about it.<br><br>Oh how much the idea appealed to her. She loved being at the center of attention, what could be better then having that kind of effect on a huge number of people? She could almost feel the way their eyes would follow her every move, from the tilt of her chin to the roll of her hips. They'd be memorized by the pair of them unable to look away. It was an intoxicating thought.<br><br>While Lexie was thinking of the burlesque tent she noticed the way her mistresses gaze flicked over to Lawrence and seemed to linger there. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask after him but she withheld her questions. She didn't want to ruin the fragile friendship she and Elizabeth were building with intrusive questions the she most likely didn't want to hear let alone answer. Lexie understood that, there were plenty of things she herself didn't want to speak of.<br><br>She smiled pleasantly when Elizabeth turned back to her and took her hand placing a soft kiss to her fingertips. She smiled playfully and rose with grace when gentle pressure indicated Elizabeth's wish. She looked amused when Elizabeth told her to forget how she'd been pissed about her dancing with Lawrence. Her gaze flicked to him and she gaze a devious wink laughing brightly as she smiled her agreement to Elizabeth. <br><br>Feeling a need to be silly and happy, needing to be carefree she did a cartwheel towards the stage then hopped up with easy grace spinning around letting her red hair flair out like a crimson wave around her till she stopped and put her hands on her hips facing the room as a whole "Don't make us come get you Lawrence." She said loud enough for the room to hear a wicked grin on her face her eyes a bright excited blue as she gave Elizabeth a wink and laughed at her own antics. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 17:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/cimsoderholm/Sochiportrait.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sochi Temujin<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> The Khan (Weapon master, horse rider and miracle archer)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His old worn out leathers and furs, very archaic as always<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> None so far.<br><br><hr><br>The night had been long and eventful for the old man. He felt a slight pain in his knees, having been on the move most of the day and rehabilitating his beloved horse during the evening while the others performed. While he wouldn't admit it, he was getting a bit old. The years was catching up to the Khan, whether he liked it or not. Incredibly enough his horse was as alert as ever. He was almost sure that Ogedei would never trot again, but tonight he had rode him through a field and through a nearby patch of forest. The horse had been more than happy to do so and handled just as always, leaping gracefully over logs and fences. To Sochi it was a blessing from the ancestors. Ogedei had been his horse for as long as he could remember. It was given to him as a foal when he was five and had followed with him ever since. To see him back on his legs as strong as ever was bringing back some youth to the old warrior.<br><br>Thus it was with a certain mix of stagger and spring that he made his way up to the big tent. He pulled the flap to the side and entered, surprised at how the place had been clad in elegant glamour for the evening. He looked down at his own worn rags and felt a bit out of place. It was pretty much the case all around these days. He was just about the only true old timer left since Elizabeth threw out all the bastards of the family. Now he was an old lion among a pack of young wolves. Kinky and the twins passed him as he entered. He gave the twins a smile and a courtly nod to Kinky. Most thought that the clown was a vulgar fool, but Sochi saw some cunning intent in him. Such cunning could be both useful and dangerous, but something told him the first applied more so than the second. He wanted to pass the good news about Ogedei to Elizabeth, but she was striding out onto the dance floor with Lawrence and Lexie. <br><br>He instead settled to have a seat next to the floor and watch. Bringing out his pipe he stuffed it with his own blend of tobacco and lit it, spreading a sweet stinging scent around himself in wisps of smoke that seemed to circle his being. The ancestors were ever present and showed themselves in the smoke, Sochi believed. He drew strength and wisdom from them and shared it with those around him. Now he watched the painted clown dance with the two young acts that had stumbled into the circus back when the Khan still was the greatest act. The livid colors danced between them and reminded him of flames, a shard of memory stinging his mind. Those were the days when he still knew his place in the family. Not so much anymore...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 20:30:38</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Chloe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=139498.msg6367520#msg6367520">Quote from: Dancing flower on 31-05-2012, 07:30:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep<br><hr><br>His answer caused her to smile at him as she began to fiddle with the uneaten food on her plate. Even though some circus members considered her to be uppity and snobbish, she truly did not wish to have people view her in a negative light. The way he stared at her made her recall the only time they kissed each other. She swallowed hard then looked down at her hands as if inspecting them. In truth, Chloe was not sure how to respond to such a stare. Especially in the public. <em>Is it about seeing your family again or not seeing them?</em> A frown came on her face at his question since it caused suppressed memories to resurface. <br><br>The fork clattered against the glass plate loudly as she raked her finger gently through her hair. It was tempting to talk about her issues with him since he excluded calmness along with lack of being judgmental. But to revisit such problems right now would leave her in an emotional wreck of tears and consuming chocolate. So in order to avoid offending him by refusing to answer, she skirted around the answer with a fairly generalized response. “Well, every family has issues. Surely you know this fact. As far as your question of seeing them again, I highly doubt they will have the time to come away from the farm to see my performance." Her tone was neutral as she was careful not to allow any hint of angst appear on her face. Yet, she could not control her eyes. Chloe reached over to pour herself a glass of bourbon then took a long gulp. His comment on preferring to listen came back to her attention though she would not mind simply eating in relative silence. "Have you ever thought of doing something other than security for the circus? I cannot help but wonder if you have some type of hidden talent that has not been discovered by Elizabeth."&nbsp; <br><br>There. She managed to gently guide the conversation away from herself without causing tension between them. At least, she hoped her comment did not offend him since it was not her intention.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br><div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe<br><br>Kepler's brow furrowed deeper in concern as Chloe dropped her fork and take a healthy hit of the bourbon, both things that seemed to be out of character for her. She wasn't just nervous, she was practically haunted, and though she clearly didn't want to talk about it and he wasn't about to press her, he couldn't stop his thoughts from running over the possible reasons for her nervousness. Or was it fear? A red mist of anger began to settle over his brain as he began to imagine the worse but he was a more disciplined man now and after a moment he was able to chase it away. No sense losing it over things that probably weren't true...but if he ever found out anything like that had occurred, Kansas was going to be sorry they'd ever known the sight of him.<br><br>"Me?" He snorted a bit, amused at the very thought behind her question as he tried to slip back into casual conversation which she clearly desired. "No, trust me, not even Elizabeth can work a miracle like that. Me in the ring? Nah, I'm very happy where I am, making it safe for the rest of you to shine." <br><br>But he couldn't do it, he couldn't let it go entirely, and he reached over and took her wrist in his large, calloused hand for emphasis. "Chloe, if you need company, even if it's just to go to town for something, you let me know. I won't pry...but I'll be pissed if you don't ask and you <em>did</em> need someone."<br><br>That said he let go and sat back in his seat again, the intensity of the moment gone as quickly as it had come, and he nodded to her fork. "I'm thinking about asking you to dance just as soon as you finish your dinner so if that appeals to you at all..."<br><br>He left her to fill in the blanks as his eyes drifted toward the stage, noting with some assessment the apparent high spirits of Elizabeth and Lexie and Elizabeth's challenge to Lawrence. There was no expression to indicate what he thought of it, if anything at all, and after just a moment he returned his attention to Chloe and his dinner.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 09:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>Elizabeth felt comfortable in saying that she at least knew Lexie on a surface level.&nbsp; But she could never say that she knew her well enough to read the subtleties of her expression.&nbsp; But one thing that she had managed to pick up on was the girls smile.&nbsp; She probably had the best smile in the entire circus, for the simple fact that it never left with her lips.&nbsp; Every time she had seen the girl smile, it collided with her eyes.&nbsp; Anyone could fake a smile, but very few could fake it well enough to have it show in their gaze.&nbsp; She believed firmly that the eyes were the window to the soul, and even if she wasn’t 100% confident, she was confident enough in that fact to believe that Lexie was not exactly happy with the twins and Kink disappearing out of the tent.&nbsp; She noted it, and decided that it wasn’t something that she should leave unmentioned.&nbsp; Things like what she assumed could cause problems in the family, and she always did her best to avoid that.<br><br>This evening had also seemed to prove that Elizabeth herself wasn’t exactly capable of hiding her emotions.&nbsp; She hadn’t realized that Lexie had noticed Elizabeths looks towards Lawrence.&nbsp; However she knew she had looked for a bit too long, probably a few to many times.&nbsp; Lexie thrived in her show by responding to the crowd just like all of the superior clowns…Elizabeth didn’t doubt that right now Lexie considered Elizabeth the crowd.&nbsp; Again nothing was said as she followed Lexie to the dancefloor.&nbsp; She took the same route, but she simply walked over top of the table before she found ground again and quickly made her way onto the dancefloor.&nbsp; Elizabeth quickly strolled behind Lexie, even if every step was intended to draw lust out of all that were looking.&nbsp; Her inner clown was acting.<br><br>Elizabeths hands moved to grasp Lexies hips as her body pressed into the girls back.&nbsp; Her lips were directly behind Lexies ear, and she took a shot in the dark and hoped she didn’t end up making an ass out of herself. “What one of the twins may want, the other rarely does.&nbsp; I doubt highly there is anything to worry about.” If her guess was correct then she hoped to ease her clown.&nbsp; If it was wrong, then she was about to give information that the clown didn’t need to know.&nbsp; She left one hand upon Lexies hip as she spun around the girl, until their chest were together and she was looking her clown in the eye. “And if I’m wrong, revenge is best served to men through jealousy.&nbsp; Hence this dance.” Elizabeth again spun from Lexies body, and was quickly on her left side as her arm was around the girls hip.&nbsp; Her free arm lifted, and her fingers gestured for Lawrence to join them.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie and Elizabeth.<br><hr><br>Once Mariana had left his eyes were drawn in a number of different ways.&nbsp; It was relaxing just watching the Family at play.&nbsp; Watching the flirting of the stage hands with the clowns, the Acts contemplating their next event.&nbsp; And of course, the arrival of Olaana.&nbsp; He had invited her to come and formally introduce herself to the family.&nbsp; But he still was not completely sure whether or not she actually planned to attend.&nbsp; She seemed to have a firm disliking of Elizabeth.&nbsp; He couldn’t much blame her.&nbsp; These days it was hard to believe anyone in the circus actually liked her.&nbsp; And when Olaana had to go through what she did to join the Family, it made perfect sense.&nbsp; Finally his eyes moved to Elizabeth and Lexie.&nbsp; He missed Elizabeths glances towards him.<br><br>He did have the pleasure of watching Lexie do a cartwheel.&nbsp; He felt bad for anyone who missed it, because the body paint allowed for a perfect view of the way the flip reacted with her otherwise nude body.&nbsp; Had Lexie not seemed so comfortable in her outfit he would have simply found another reason to be pissed with Elizabeth.&nbsp; But this little decision of his past lovers did nothing more than please the eye, and apparently the girl.&nbsp; But he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t surprised when Lexie gestured him onto the stage.&nbsp; She hadn’t made it a singular request, she had instead said “Us” which made his eyes move towards Elizabeth.&nbsp; There was some sort of deviance in Elizabeths plan, but he couldn’t resist dancing with two of the most alluring women he’d ever seen.<br><br>Yet he did not stand up right away.&nbsp; Instead he sat back and watched what Elizabeth was going to do.&nbsp; He could read the women like a book.&nbsp; He knew that she was going to give a show to the rest of the Family, and she did.&nbsp; She seemed absolutely sensual as she used Lexies body like a striper pole, guiding around it.&nbsp; Only it was more enticing because the “pole” was Lexie herself.&nbsp; He wished beyond belief he could read Elizabeths lips, because they’d give him an idea of what he was about to walk into.&nbsp; But once the Ring Mistress beckoned him, he couldn’t deny her.&nbsp; He stubbed his cigar out, took another drink of his scotch, and made his way to the edge of the stage.<br><br>He stepped up and walked towards the two.&nbsp; His initial smile was arrogant as he looked towards Elizabeth, then it bled into pleasure when he looked at the clown. “You’re befriending the devil, Lexie.&nbsp; But I cannot blame you, the devil can be a hell of a lot of fun.” His words did nothing more than bring a smile to Elizabeths lips.&nbsp; That made him smirk, she was nothing if not exciting.&nbsp; Lawrence took a step forward and offered his hand to whoever would take it first.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>Lawrence had always had a way of getting to Elizabeth.&nbsp; Since he had came back he typically just irritated the living hell out of her.&nbsp; Starting with the arrogant girl that he had brought back with him.&nbsp; But this time she was nothing more than pleased with him.&nbsp; Just like he could read her, she could read him.&nbsp; As he walked towards that stage she could see that he was enticed at the idea of the two of them.&nbsp; The subtle lust in his expression would be missed by most, but at one time she’d made a living on picking up on it and taking advantage.&nbsp; So before Lawrence found the stage, she whispered to the clown beside her. “He wants us Lexie.&nbsp; So lets make it worse and let him leave alone.” Despite her words, she knew that she was counting on Lexie.&nbsp; Lawrence typically got what he wanted, and she hoped on this night he wouldn’t.<br><br>Elizabeth just smiled in a sadistic pleasure as Lawrence made his way onto the dance floor.&nbsp; This was his dance to win or loose.&nbsp; But she was pretty sure that she had the cards stacked in her favor.&nbsp; His words didn’t land as he had planned.&nbsp; She took a step forward and her arm lowered from Lexies waist before she gave a impromptu bow.&nbsp; She lifted up, looking between the two surrounding her. “I take pride in your words, Lawrence.&nbsp; I am the devil herself.&nbsp; And Lexie?&nbsp; Allow me to show you the devil himself.” Her hand lifted to take Lawrences.&nbsp; Her free hand found Lexies waist, and with a very easy move she placed Lexie between herself and Lawrence.&nbsp; Lawrence in front of her, and Lexie behind her. “The man who introduced me to sin.&nbsp; Now how about we quit the bantering, and introduce my beautiful little clown to our sinful dance?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 19:19:46</strong>
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				\<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3rb4pAg651r7wrq1o1_250.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep, <em>watching Elizabeth, Lexie, and Lawrence</em><br><hr><br>“I assure you, Kepler. No miracle is necessary for such to occur. We both know life here is quite unpredictable.” It was at the tip of her tongue to further dispute his ardent claim of not being placed in the ring, but she held her thoughts to herself. Chloe believe Elizabeth could make a whale perform if it was desired by her. The ring mistress’s ability to scout out talent was not a negative attribute since it was the reason for them being so successful. She lifted the napkin off her lap and touched each corner to her lips then placed in on the plate for one of the circus hands working tonight to take away from the table. <br><br>“Well, let me be the first of many to say how grateful I am for your presence in the crowds.” <br><br>She was more than pleased with her ingenuity to maneuver conversation away from herself when Kepler shocked her yet again in the same night. Nothing signaled her being slightly startled by his touch other than the loud inhalation of air through her lips. Her eyebrows furrowed together, completely confused, as she waited for an explanation for the public display. Chloe, if you need company. For a moment, she thought he was going to give her some type of sexual proposition. It was an utterly foolish thought since Kepler was not that type of man. As he spoke further, she realized her attempt at hiding troubled thoughts from him likely did not succeed. She bit her lower lip, uncaring if it ruined the light lipstick painted there for this occasion. With a small bow of her head, she conceded a small bit to him. “I always welcome company though you might find watching me shop dull since I am a picky woman. “ Her sharp blue eyes rose to connect with his. “Though I must tell you, it is confusing that you would become angry with me for not seeking out your assistance. It is not your duty to see to my emotional state of well being.” <br><br>Chloe could not be sure how he took her words. She settled herself in the seat and took the last sip of her bourbon. A positively warm feeling spread through her body though it had nothing to do with the spirit in the air. She was tipsy. The music changed, and her foot began to tap against the floor again. “I would love to dance.” Her chair was pushed back gently as she rose up to her feet. Concern crossed her face since it appeared as though Elizabeth and Lexie planned to dance with Lawrence. Did they intend to make it a performance? Chloe could not be sure at first, but when they started to dance the answer was clear. Her face blushed nearly as red as an apple as she turned away from the dance floor. <br><br><em>Nothing but whores and tramps in the circus.</em> <br><br>Her father's voice penetrated her mind violently as she gently pressed a finger to her temple. Just then, she noticed the familiar face of Sochi settle down on the floor. "Greetings, Sochi," she called to him while trying to calm her racing heart. Just then, she glanced back up at Kepler as the scent of whatever Sochi smoked came under her nose. "I am not a harlot." The words were meant to be spoken inside of her mind, but they slipped out her lips. Chloe resisted the urge to pour herself another drink since she knew her body could not take much liquor due to not drinking it often. "Perhaps we should wait until our ringmistress and the others are done screwing each other with cloths on for our benefit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 08:08:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Sochi<br><br>He really tried not get exasperated when talking with Chloe, knowing that much of the time it was his own pride that seemed to gum things up but it seemed inevitably the conversation would stray off course somehow and things would go south. Oh, she was always polite but always seemed to find a way to make him feel like a Neanderthal. Like somehow taking him trying to say that whatever had gone on with her family she didn't need to feel alone and then throwing his job in his face, once again implying he was nothing but the hired help, as if he couldn't conceive of doing something just to be nice. He found himself on the verge of gritting his teeth but managed not to for the sake of civility. He cleared his throat.<br><br>"Not everything is about the job, Chloe," he said softly and calmly he thought. As she stood he was relieved at least dancing they'd keep themselves busy and not have to try so hard with the conversation but his brow furrowed as she stopped and he followed her eyes to stage. Kepler didn't give a shit in most cases if three healthy, consenting adults wanted to grope each other on the dance floor or have a threeway or wherever this was heading but he wasn't any happier at the sight than Chloe was. He understood the undercurrents there and what they were looking at now was a bad idea. He sighed.<br><br><em> "I am not a harlot." </em><br><br>He blinked, turning to her slowly. What the hell was that about? Because he touched her arm? Was she that precious?&nbsp; <br><br>"Where'd you get the idea I thought that? I just asked you to dance," he said, feeling a little more aggravated so that when she suggested waiting, he was fine with that. He waited until she sat down again before he followed suit. "Yeah, let's wait."<br><br>He turned to the elder he'd missed come in. "Evening, Mr. Temujin, would you like to join us? We're going to forego dancing for the moment." <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 18:23:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i362.photobucket.com/albums/oo62/cimsoderholm/Sochiportrait.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sochi Temujin<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> The Khan (Weapon master, horse rider and miracle archer)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> His old worn out leathers and furs, very archaic as always<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Kepler<br><br><hr><br>Sochi glanced up as the Chloe and Kepler approached. The thick strands of smoke reached out and started to envelope the two. They opened up like books before him. There was some sort of tension between them, mostly from issues they had within themselves. While only had a fundamental grasp of it he realized that the tent was filled to the brim with it. Tension. Just about the most suffocating thing that people could express. Subconsciously, sure, but still no less distressing. Giving the two a smile and a slight bow he motioned for them to have a seat.&nbsp; Chloe's words slipped out of her, meant for him but now directed at young Kepler. Sometimes it wasn't easy to be a listener, especially when others were around too. The young man seemed taken aback by the seemingly random comment, perhaps even hurt on some level. He seemed to be a nice kid, but a rough diamond. He showed respect but kept his mind inside, bubbling until it burst. Not very healthy for the soul.<br><br>"Oroin mend."<br><br>The words hung heavily around them for a moment. Most were used to Sochi's tendency to speak his native tongue around the others. He remembered still how confused it had made Elizabeth the first time she tried speaking to him. It mostly ended in an awkward goodbye when he met new people, but they always returned sooner or later. He offered the two youngsters sitting besides him the pipe to share. While the tobacco was rough and stung like a bee in one's throat, it left a pleasant feeling inside. To the mongol shamans of old smoking was a way to release one's spirit to the ancestors for as long as the smoke drifted around. So long as you let the tobacco burn out your spirit would return to your body. Superstition or not, it still felt good in a spiritual kind of way. He sat in silence, his attention centered on Kepler and Chloe while in the back of his mind he wished he had brought his instruments. He had never liked western music and tonight was no exception.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 21:08:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kep, Sochi, Kinky, Twins<br><hr><br><em>Not everything is about a job. </em><br><br>The words although spoken softly crashed like a pound of sand. She blinked in confusion since it seemed she managed to indirectly cause Kep to view her in an unsavory light. Perhaps it was for the best since she obviously lacked enough tact to go more than ten minutes without unintentionally being rude towards him. Chloe was absolutely clueless how to fix the obvious gulf between them. Dancing seemed to be the only way to truly speak without misunderstandings, which she was prone to due to her morals. It was in her opinion that some actions with one’s body spoke louder than actual words. As a trapeze artist, she performed each night with a series of actions in the air which conjured all types of emotions from the audience. If only she could do the same with Kepler offstage before he felt nothing but disdain towards her. <br><br>Her eyes continued to watch the display of the dynamic trio without even realizing the sentence meant to be spoken privately had been heard by him. Instantly, she stiffened at his tone since he did not even give her a chance to explain. It seemed as though he was content to see her as everyone else whispered about behind her back. She blinked back tears as her already bad emotional state nearly came to a boil. Chloe, ever the conservative, turned away from him as she tried to calm herself down. Damn that devil’s drink to hell from making her feel worse rather than better. “Apologies, Kep. I did not mean to speak those words aloud,” she whispered to him even though her throat threatened to constrict to prevent speaking. "I <em>did</em> want to dance with you."<br><br>There was a sudden wave of smoke in front of her, which caused her to waft her hand through it in order to avoid coughing. The perfect distraction came in the form of Sochi. She managed to suppress her mental top from exploding for a few more valuable seconds. “Oroin mend, Sochi. I hope you are enjoying your evening.” Her hand came out to reject the offered smoke since she already indulged too much. “Forgive me, but I must excuse myself for a spell. Thank you for offering those to me though.” With those, Chloe rose to her feet then fled. Well, fleeing for her consisted of walking calmly away from the main area of the tent towards some of the more private areas. Most of the clowns were on the floor so her presence for the most part in their changing area went completely unnoticed. Well, there seemed to be Kink and the twins, but she brushed briskly past them with a quick 'excuse me' until she came to a perfectly empty spot. She sat down at one of the stools in front of the mirror as she debated leaving to head back to the train. Her duty to the circus had been performed by making an appearance. Placing her hands in front of the little stand, she lowered her head into her hands as the top on her emotional state popped, rendering her unable to move. It was then the tears started to slid down her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 01:43:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, Lawrence, Chloe, Mentions Kate and Kink<br><br>Lexie felt cocky being up on the stage Elizabeth's body pressed to hers making an erotic picture. She caught a few glances Chloe's cutting in it's judgement. Few people had ever disliked Lexie, it was hard to dislike the vibrant girl who's pleasure was achieved by charming and pleasing others but that Chloe seemed to dislike her did bug her and at this moment it cut deeply making the girl for the briefest of moments wince in upset. Her attention was once more snagged by the exotic Elizabeth that was whispering in her ear.<br><br>Lexie went very still at her words her eyes glancing at the flap of the tent where they had disappeared before lowering to the floor. She swallowed back the emotions that threatened to flood forward and nodded jerkily once. "I care not they can do as they wish." She said her voice oddly devoid of any sort of emotion when normally she was bursting with bright and shiny emotions that made others happy just by being around her happiness.<br><br>She was spun around and the look in her eyes was distant and a bit tormented. She didn't even know why she cared. It just hurt to be turned over so quickly. Abandoned and ignored without warning for no apparent cause. She refused to look deeper, to wonder why Kink so easily bothered her, it was a useless and pointless exercise. At Elizabeth's words her eyes livened and her smile turned a bit devious. "A perfect solution." She said looking pleased by the idea though it might have been nicer if Kink was in the same room to see rather then screwing the twins at Kate's behest.<br><br>It was then that Elizabeth beckoned Lawrence. She'd watched Lawrence watching them across the room though until the ring mistress had beckoned him forward he'd seemed more then content to stay in his seat watching the show rather then be a part of it. It amused Lexie. For as much tension swirled between the two there was a unique pull there two. Lexie didn't know them well enough to say but if she had to guess she'd say they balanced each other.<br><br>At Lawrence works Lexie cock a smirk at him and turned to look at Elizabeth sliding a hand sensually down the woman's arm. "She doesn't seem so scary." Lexie said her voice a sensual purr. She understood what Elizabeth wanted and like dancing in the burlesque tent&nbsp; this was natural and once more a great deal of fun. She smiled as Elizabeth bowed and took Lawrence hand moving her between the two of them. She knew Elizabeth was counting on her to entice and taunt Lawrence to help her satisfy her jealousy. Lexie had no care for that not really but she wanted that flair of desire she saw in his eyes to catch flame.<br><br>She wanted just a bit of power, a reminder that not everyone would turn away from her for something a bit more interesting. She smiled up at him as Lawrence was introduced as the devil and Elizabeth's introductor to sin. Lexie could feel the wicked grin take her lips as the music of the night made her hips sway just a touch. It was far to easy to slip into the erotic role of seducer. She slide a hand onto Elizabeth's hip as she moved with her own kind of unique grace against the beautiful woman looking up at Lawrence with a sinful look. "Show me." She breathed her voice soft, "Please?" She asked though her smile of pure carnal sin was tempting in a way few could ignore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 06:27:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Sochi<br><br>And there it was, that tone in her voice, that look on her face that told him he'd obviously misunderstood every single thing about their interaction since he'd walked over to invite her to eat dinner with him, and what was worse, he'd obviously hurt her feelings without having a clue who he'd done it. He'd sat down at the elder's table but rose again as Chloe excused herself, apparently not able to stomach him for another moment, looking after her as she strode across the tent and wondering if he should follow her. But no, he was the reason she was in this state of mind to begin with, he was the last thing that was going to make her feel better. He plopped back down in his chair and accepted the pipe Sochi offered, taking a deep draw before passing it back.<br><br>"Life was a lot simpler when I was a total prick who treated women like shit," he commented, smoothing his hair back from his forehead. He fought the urge to look back at where Chloe had gone. "The weird thing is, now that I'm trying to be a decent guy I seem to be pissing them off even more than before. I mean, I ask her to dance, she feels the need to announce she's not a harlot. I react to that, she tells me she didn't mean to say that aloud? What does that mean? And am I supposed to be a mind reader and know that? And now I'm the asshole and her night's ruined and I'm left sitting here feeling like a heel when I don't have any fucking idea what I did."<br><br>He sighed and looked around for the nearest bottle. Of anything. He just needed a damn drink.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 03:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> In the Middle<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Big Tent, into Dressing area.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lottie and Kate. Also "Great Khan" and Chloe.<br><br>As Kink shoved his way past the curtain into the dressing area, he very nearly knocked right into Sochi who was on his way in. The big man said nothing, merely nodding politely to the trio as he passed.<br><br>"Mecha Lecha High, Mecca Highnee Ho!" Kink hailed in passing, his own version of greeting that he reserved for the Khan. Kink's assertion had always been that he was born speaking gibberish, and that since Sochi spoke in his native tongue, Kink would answer in kind (Though the argument was much less convincing in gibberish). "Taako wannalo."<br><br>&nbsp;"A <em>kink</em> is a deviation from what would otherwise be a straightforward path. I'm <em>Kinky</em> because I'm quite the deviation from the <em>Straightforward</em> sort of clown."<br><br><br>"One should always have some concept of how deep something really is, before requesting to see the 'Depths'. Wouldn't you agree, Lottie?" Kink asked after the more timid of the sisters as he began gathering random bolts of cloth to bind their wrists to the rack.<br><br><br>It was just then that Chloe came bursting forth from inside the tent, clearly on the verge of tears. Kink stopped in place, terrified that he was about to be lectured half to death over what and more importantly where (with whom?) he was doing; but Chloe barely spared them a glance in her uncharacteristically undignified emotional state.<br><br>At first, Kink waited, half expecting Kepler to be next out of the tent, chasing after to soothe whatever it was that troubled her so. When Kep didn't go tumbling after, Kink tried to put it from his mind, get back to what he was doing, but all he kept thinking was to wonder what had happened. Was it his doing? With Chloe it seemed like it always was...<br><br>"Stay!" Kink barked at Kate, projecting his anger with himself on her. Why couldn't he just leave it alone? Chloe wasn't his problem, and he doubted that she'd be glad to see him on <em>any</em> level, but for some reason, he couldn't just let her stew in misery. Maybe it was the clown in him, or the Spirit, or the booze... Who could say for sure?<br><br>Kink slipped his suspenders back up, following after Chloe cautiously. He didn't want to startle her, which sometimes was neigh on impossible. Maybe this was one of those times.<br><br>"We're not so different, you and I." Kink said gently when he was still a ways off, his tone soothing and something that almost passed as sincere. "Opposites, sure. But sides of the same coin. See, I never learned shame and you picked up too much of it."<br><br>Kink smiled lightly, moving closer like he was walking into a burning building. <em>More like a minefield</em> he thought. Hoping that he could at least lighten the mood a tiny bit for for her, reassure her that everything would seem less tragic in the morning.<br><br>"If only there were some way, you could fix some of that shame on me and rid yourself of it. Lord knows you try." A joke, followed by a good natured smile. A peace offering, an olive branch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 06:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>The only thing that Elizabeth knew with a certainty beyond this point was that she was going to have to have a conversation with Lexie once the train ride began.&nbsp; But she allowed those thoughts to be pushed away for the time being.&nbsp; This was a night to enjoy ones self, and had she chose to question Lexie there and then she’d likely drive a wedge between the two.&nbsp; Lexie seemed more than willing to include herself in this little threeway dance, and Elizabeth was in no place to deny her the act.<br><br>When she seemed to beg for the two of them to show her a dance it left Elizabeths lips curled into the wickedest of smiles.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure which of the two she’d prefer dancing with most.&nbsp; Which she’d prefer trying to incite lust out of.&nbsp; With Elizabeth, it mattered very little the person involved, the simple act of seduction was fun in and of itself even if there were no plans to carry out the act.&nbsp; “How about that, Lawrence?” She recalled the warm breath against her neck as Lexie spoke her three words behind her.&nbsp; Elizabeth leaned forward, and her words were spoken an inch from Lawrences neck. “She wishes to play.” The words were spoken softly enough for Lexie to know something was said, but not know what it was.&nbsp; Elizabeth gently bit Lawrences neck.&nbsp; Her hand moved to Lawrences upper arm, and&nbsp; slid down until it was at his wrist.&nbsp; He seemed to react like he knew what she wanted.&nbsp; His hand slid beneath Lexies, and with a quick turn Elizabeths back was now to Lawrence.&nbsp; She was careful to push her ass into his crotch.<br><br>She smiled to her clown and leaned forward to her as well, whispering against her ear. “As long as you’re a good girl, you’ll never have to see how scary I can be.” Lawrence responded instantly.&nbsp; The spirit was helping to guide them, helping to let the other know what to do without words being spoken.&nbsp; His hand beneath Lexies took it, his fingers entwined with hers and he lifted her arm.&nbsp; Elizabeth ducked out from in between them, and moved to a crouched twirl, first around Lawrence.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie and Elizabeth.<br><hr><br>Lawrence found himself more drawn to Lexie than Elizabeth.&nbsp; It wasn’t that he didn’t find Elizabeth as alluring as Lexie.&nbsp; It was simply that he knew her.&nbsp; He knew her tricks, he knew her ways.&nbsp; He could nearly predict both her words and actions before they came to be, and he assumed that she could do the same with him.&nbsp; The reason that Lexie caught his attention was because she seemed to pulsate with an innocence that was simply hiding something else.&nbsp; In most cases this would make him protective over her.&nbsp; In this particular circumstance, it meant that he was going to do everything in his power to enjoy it.&nbsp; In this dance, Elizabeth would be the aphrodisiac while Lexie was the main prize.&nbsp; He had no issues with those parameters.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth spoke a response to the words Lexie had said that were still ringing in his ears.&nbsp; He should have saw what Elizabeth was playing at, but with his company his mind seemed to be in only one place.&nbsp; His captive eyes finally lowered from Lexie to Elizabeth when she pulled closer to him.&nbsp; She could feel her temple against his cheek as she felt the words spoken across his neck, the bite placed.&nbsp; He felt chills fall through his body that were only made worse by the feeling of Elizabeths ass against him.&nbsp; When Elizabeths hand ran down his arm, his hand instantly slid beneath Lexies.&nbsp; He twirled the Ring Mistress in a half circle, he wasn’t sure how he knew to do it as the spirit was still fresh to him, but he knew he needed to.&nbsp; He didn’t care what she said to Lexie when she whispered something into her ear as she’d done the same type of thing to Lawrence.<br><br>Lawrences fingers entwined within the young clowns and he lifted her arm into the air.&nbsp; Elizabeth snaked her way out from in between them with a grace only a master could bestow.&nbsp; Nearly upon her knees, he felt Elizabeths body slide around him.&nbsp; Her back against his thighs.&nbsp; His hand then pushed forward and he did a careful spin with Lexie so that her back was to him, and instantly Elizabeth was gliding up her body, her lips close enough to the flesh that every inhale and exhale would be felt upon the latex paint.&nbsp; It was Lawrence that stepped forward first.&nbsp; It left Lexie now the person pinned between two, with her chest against Elizabeths and her back to Lawrence.<br><br>The two once again seemed to act in mirrored way.&nbsp; Where as Elizabeths lips moved to the front of Lexies left ear, Lawrences found the back of her right.&nbsp; Elizabeth spoke first. “You asked to dance with the devil and he is at your back.” Lawrence felt a swell of spirit flow through him, but he took it as nothing more than random chills.&nbsp; Yet he knew the words to speak to Lexie, even if he didn’t know why. “You wished for sin, and now you’re looking her in the eye.”&nbsp; Lawrences hand lowered down Lexies thigh, and he lifted it up so that her the inside of her thigh was at Elizabeths waist.&nbsp; His hand lowered from Lexies leg, and Elizabeths soon found the same area.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>Elizabeth knew the spirit well enough to know what it was now doing.&nbsp; Both her and Elizabeth were at it’s mercy.&nbsp; Elizebeth knew that she could defy it, but she never dreamed of actually doing so.&nbsp; So as she felt her body and her mind compelled to obey she simply listened.&nbsp; Whether it be the words that she spoke to Lexie, or the way she knew where to put her hand almost instantly after Lawrences left Lexie.&nbsp; She was quite surprised by the way that the spirit was playing tonight; it typically was much more reserved, and not so prone to stirring up emotions within the family.<br><br>With Lexies leg at her waist Elizabeth spun her around.&nbsp; She didn’t bother to look to see if Lawrence would move.&nbsp; She simply spun the girl, and lowered her down into a dip.&nbsp; Elizabeths body remained pressed against Lexies, their lips nearly touching until it came to a point where neither athletic bodies could keep them from falling.&nbsp; As expected, Lawrence was there to catch Lexie.&nbsp; The sudden stoppage left the two women with lips together, though it was made to be nothing as Elizabeths hands found Lawrences thighs and she lifted up in a fluid grace, ensuring that every motion did nothing more than apply pressure to the next to nothing that was protecting Lexies inner thighs.&nbsp; Her eyes moved to Lawrence.&nbsp; He was staring at her.&nbsp; The heat in his eyes let her know she had won, but it was still up to Lexie to decide if she was done.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-06-2012, 23:40:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Elizabeth, and Lawrence<br><br>Dance was a small word compared to what was going on between the three people pulled together on the stage. the spirit played them like willing puppets and the rest of the world was swept away in a whirl of emotion and sensation. Nothing more existed but the two people on the raised stage from her, everything else for Lexie turned into white nose and faded away as if it never were.<br><br>Elizabeth spoke softly to Lawrence words that lost meaning to Lexie as the woman's voice dipped in volume. Lexie wasn't concerned or upset she couldn't hear. The spirit soothed her and guided her, kept her from her natural inclination to try to pry and find out what was being kept from her. She watched Elizabeth bit Lawrence's neck and tilted him a wicked grin that promised all sorts of dark delights. Elizabeth slide her touch down his arm then his hand moved and as Elizabeth turned her body so she was facing Lexie, Lexie's hand joined with Lawrence's. <br><br>Elizabeth's smile was met with one in return from Lexie's lips. At Elizabeth's whispered words she smirked lightly her eyes sparkling lightly with both interest and amusement though she knew deep down she would never cross that line though it was fun to toy with the idea none the less. Lawrence's fingers twined with hers then lifted her arm so Elizabeth could do a stunning little spin away from between them. Lawrence guided her into an easy spin so her back was to him and Elizabeth was there in a moment gliding up her body, so close she could feel the heat of her through the paint, the brush of her breath. <br><br>Lawrence's chest was pressed her her back Elizabeth's chest pressed against her own pinning her between that two. It was exciting, thrilling. she could feel the swell of spirit guiding them together, binding them as only it could. She's felt the spirit often as a clown she was always sort of preforming and often felt the brush of it during normal activities but she'd never felt anything like what it was doing now. She shivered a full body shiver that crawled over every inch of her skin as they both spoke in turn to her. <br><br>She felt like a pawn being manipulated by two masters as they each tried to play her to their advantage. She should have been affronted but she couldn't seem to find the will for that as Lawrence's hand slide down her thigh and lifted her leg to circle Elizabeth's waist with the slender limb. As soon as his hand left her leg Elizabeth's replaced it. They moved with a like mind. <br><br>Elizabeth spun her away and she went without a move of protect, she was swept away by the magnitude of the two of them and the thrill of the spirit. She couldn't have resisted if she wanted to. Elizabeth bent her into a deep dip that after a moment over balanced the two woman Lawrence was there to catch them as Lexie had guessed. She fell into his arms and Elizabeth landed on her, her lips pressed to her own for a brief moment before she lifted herself up using Lawrence's thigh and her own. <br><br>She felt over heated near panting from 'dance' between the two. Taking a steadying breath that did nothing to ease the overly warm feeling that made her want to peal the pain from her body she used the heels of her palms on Lawrence's thighs to slide her body up his until she was on her feet. A glance at Elizabeth told her Elizabeth had won. She considered continuing the dance. She wanted to, oh how she wanted to but she already felt like there was gasoline pumping thickly through her veins just begging to be set alight, and she knew without needing to be told Lawrence was wholly off limits. <br><br>She nearly groaned knowing she'd be going to bed alone but smothered the response as she turned to face Lawrence and leaning into him letting him feel the entire outline of her paintclad body pressing into his own. If she was to go to bed frustrated she sure as hell wasn't doing so alone, "We'll have to dance again dear devil" She breathed letting her voice hold a touch of husky temptation before she pulled away and approached Elizabeth and pressed a kiss high on her cheek her hand brushing down the woman's arm, "I see the appeal of sin' She whispered her eyes flashing with silent pleasure before she walked away her hips swaying before she hopped from the stage leaving them both alone as she tried to find a bit of relief in joining Keplar and Sochi at their table and lighting a cigarette taking a deep needy drag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 18:02:07</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: Returning to The Big Tent and elsewhere.<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Kate, Kinky and open.<br><br>Lottie would certainly not have gone too far with this clown, even if her sister was considering it, there was harmless flirting and even a little crude language when it came to Catherine, but the two in general were extremely careful. Perhaps overly so, well there were those that took advantage of ‘Freaks’. The two had often found unwanted attentions from both outside and inside the carnies and that was uncomfortable but understandable as they were both attractive young women <br><br>The quieter twin was not a player and shied away from people in general, more so men, but of course it would be selfish to expect to get her own way all the time. Kinky it had to be said did make her feel more than a little uncomfortable, actually more uncomfortable than most which was certainly difficult. Of course her sister could feel it, for they shared more than just a body to a certain extent. Catherine felt the sensations in her own body of a certain tension even over the alcohol that had been drunk this evening.<br><br>As they drew away yet further from the party Lottie became increasingly nervous, and would have run by now were she not joined with her sister. Kate was far braver than she especially with men. Still the fear in her own body mingled and mixed with her sister’s hard drink. All that Lottie was feeling now that that this was a very bad idea to go alone. From what had started as a joke or two seemed for some reason to become a journey into darkness, and then deeper and more depraved than that. This twin could not tell the future but was for the most able to read people, and now alone with just her sister and his teasing... this clown she did not trust him, less so when he drew out the cloth bindings. Perhaps it was innocent but again there were alarm bells...it was better to be safe.<br><br><strong>Sister, I fear I am getting a headache from your whiskey…perhaps we might return to the party and make our excuses.</strong> Her lovely eyes looked to Kinky, <strong>I apologise, but I believe my sister will also find this headache might creep up on her.”</strong> Just as the words slipped from her mouth it appeared that the clown was distracted by another , and though she was shedding tears it was something that would save the twins. She knew his bark would not frighten Kate and for a moment she was tempted to stay.<br><br>With that said Lottie gave a polite nod and pulled the joker card from behind her ear and let it fall to the ground. Turning to her sister there was a nod and a look that was slightly uncomfortable that any that might look on, as they readied to flip in unison away from the clown, and back to the party. <br><br>The two returned to the Big Tent and it was obvious that at least Lottie was a little upset. Not just about Kinky but about the whole situation.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 03:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sochi, Lexie, noticing the twins<br><br>Kepler was just handing the pipe back to Sochi again as Lexie sat back down, glad he'd vented his spleen to the Mongol before the flirty redhead joined them. He smiled and nodded to her then took a drink as he tried very hard not to look at how perfectly her body was revealed under the paint. He glanced back at the stage, at Elizabeth and Lawrence, before commenting, deciding Lexie had been pretty smart to bail when she did. <br><br>"Hey, Sunshine, you're a breath of fresh air. I can't say I blame you for needing a cigarette after that. I think I need one, and I wasn't even up there," he said with a hint of a smile. Lexie wasn't like Chloe, he didn't have to feel on guard with her all the time. He didn't constantly feel like he was always on the verge of sticking his foot in his mouth and it l et him be a little more playful. "You just stay on your side of the table though, you're going to give me a heart attack with that paint job."<br><br>He couldn't help it, he glanced again to where Chloe had disappeared, wondering if she would make a reappearance or if he'd put her into hiding for the night. He didn't see Chloe but the twins reemerging, one of them not looking too happy, and when he remembered they'd gone back there with Kink he had to wonder. Dammit. Like they would need shit like that tonight. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 06:28:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, the twins<br><hr><br>To be truthfully honest, Chloe did not even see anything occurring between Kay and the twins due to dealing with the personal hell occurring in her mind. With nothing but the smooth sounds of jazz coming from the main area of the tent along with the occasional sniffle, she reached over to carefully wipe away the tears from her face. Luckily, she never wore heavy makeup so her face was not completely ruined. Her eyes were slightly puffy, but she could only hope no one would notice with the steamy performance of the dynamic trio. <br><br>It was not likely that her mood was going to improve. No, she would not feel better until the performance in Kansas was done and over. Until the likeliness of a confrontation or another rejection from her family was far away. She closed her eyes and leaned against her hand as the tears continued to silently fall. <br><br>The quiet voice of Kay caused her to look up into the mirror as she watched his facial reflection with apprehension. She could not be sure if he meant to salt the wound with an insult or do something else. There was no point in hiding her misery since it was already seen by him. He spoke to her as if she were a rapid animal that might strike or run at any moment. Fingers clenched the handkerchief tightly, and then she gently wiped at her face. “I don’t think I understand what you mean,” she replied back in the same tone without turning to face him. Her stormy eyes remained connected with his in the mirror so it could be clear he possessed her undivided attention. His explanation caused her eyes to widen, but it took a moment for the words to sink in fully. He spoke the truth. Chloe smiled gently as she turned slowly to face at him without assistance of the mirror. “Being a failure in the eyes of loved ones is the worst shame. At least, it is for me.”<br><br>She fought the urge to laugh at the idea of handing her shame to him. It was an impossible endeavor, but she still appreciated the offer. "I do not think you could bear it," she answered sincerely without intent to insult. "Besides, the circus needs your carefree personality. Even if it borderlines madness at times." The tendrils of spirit in the air stroked at her mind with the intensity of a tingling healing balm. Without provocation, she rose up from her seat to close the small distance between them. "I suppose one small lie will not hurt anyone. I could use the age old allergies excuse to cover up for my swift departure." His suspenders caught her attention since they were not fully in place. Reaching out, she fixed the problem with her usual silent purpose. The process was slow since being this close allowed her the opportunity to inspect his tattoos. "You might not believe me, but I have one too. On the back of my shoulder. It is smaller than the tip of my pinky finger since I was scared of getting anything bigger." Quite unexpectedly, she leaned over to place a chaste kiss to his cheek as payment for his kindness. A sound around the corner caught her attention, and she finally noticed the twins even though they appeared to be leaving hastily. Her eye shifted to Kay for an explanation. "Did I disturb something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cream</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 06:40:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oodrLvSj1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elizabeth Sawyer<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Ring Mistress<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Dark Emerald Green Corset, Black lining.&nbsp; Black Tights, with three inch matching Emerald Green heels<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> French Canadian accent, French<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie, Lawrence.<br><br>Elizabeth was nothing more than delighted with the way that the dance had worked out.&nbsp; The odd part was, she believed that she was more thrilled with the fact that her Clown ended it than anything else.&nbsp; Between the spirit itself and the two bodies she had been so entwined within, she had found herself just at the precipice of lust.&nbsp; Elizabeths hands left Elizabeth as she turned around to face Lawrence, and she lit up with&nbsp; a smile as Lexie ensured that&nbsp; Lawrence would have a difficult night.&nbsp; Not even his little African whore would have the audacity to sleep with him on this evening.<br><br>When Lexie turned to face Elizabeth her eyes never left the man in front of her.&nbsp; Her lips were perked at the corners in a smirk until Lexie kissed her cheek, that was when she finally looked down to the girl.&nbsp; Her smirk only widened before she whispered back to the girl just before she walked off. “Just remember sin is to be resisted…Or else the devil wins.” Her eyes flashed up to Lawrence, before she watched Lexie stroll off.&nbsp; Elizabeth could never deny the sexual appeal of the girl, especially “dressed” in the way that she was.<br><br>Finally Elizabeth stepped forward to Lawrence until the two were chest to chest.&nbsp; Of course it wasn’t quite the same as Lexie, Elizabeth was quite bound in her corset where as Lexie was still soft to the touch. “You’ll find it best if you leave my clowns alone.&nbsp; We’d hate for the same fate to fall upon you twice.” Elizabeths hand lifted to touch Lawrences cheek as she outright threatened him.&nbsp; She could tell by the glaze in his eye that she wouldn’t have to deal with an angry outlash, his anger would come later. “After all you do have your little play toy to think about.” She spoke directly of Olaana.&nbsp; Elizabeth leaned forward and kissed Lawrences lower lip, before her body whisked away from his until she made for the exits.<br><br>Perhaps she had “won” the dance, but it didn’t mean she wished to remain in the tent in this state for a moment longer.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3op8ql1VS1r7wrq1o1_r2_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Hawkins<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Old Timer<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act<br><strong>Position:</strong> Fire Handler, Elizabeths Partner<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Black slacks, a white button up, and a black vest with vertical pinstripes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lexie and Elizabeth.<br><br>No matter how hard Lawrence attempted to deny it, there was a very simple fact.&nbsp; His draw towards Elizabeth was not simply going to go away, no matter what she had done to him.&nbsp; Dancing with her alone would have been more than enough to put him into a state of desire.&nbsp; But when you added Lexie, and the image of the two dancing together in such a way…he quickly found his graces leaving him, and his primal side taking over.&nbsp; He was however well enough trained not to act upon it, as both women were off limits to him.&nbsp; Elizabeth for the obvious reasons, and Lexie for reasons he didn’t quite enjoy accepting.<br><br>His breath was deep and calculated as he attempted to place his mind in better places.&nbsp; Yet the look of something as an accidental kiss between Elizabeth and Lexie, and the hand gripping his thigh to lift the two up made him force his eyes shut.&nbsp; He again calmed himself.&nbsp; And then Lexie showed her worth, and pressed her body to his.&nbsp; His eyes open, and with the words themselves and the tone that they were spoken in he instantly felt that lust return.&nbsp; He’d knowingly walked into a trap thinking he could escape it, and had grossly underestimated the two women.<br><br>He was the unlucky one of the pair that didn’t have the chance to witness Lexie walk away.&nbsp; It was probably for the better.&nbsp; His eyes were fixed upon Elizabeth.&nbsp; There was a twisted mix of lust and hatred in is eyes as he looked down to her.&nbsp; Then she stepped towards him, and pressed her body against his.&nbsp; His fingers curled into a fist so that he didn’t wrap his arms around her, his fingernails digging into his palms.&nbsp; Her words were quite pointed.&nbsp; It was as clear a threat as any.&nbsp; Then she had the audacity to bring Olaana into the mix…He wanted to hit her, but he found himself incapable of doing so.<br><br>When Elizabeth kissed him, he bit her upper lip.&nbsp; He was sure that his teeth came to a point so that she would be able to taste blood on her tongue.&nbsp; Her words were sharp enough to earn the punishment, even if he knew he’d come to regret it.&nbsp; Elizabeth left the tent entirely, and Lawrence felt himself fill with anger.&nbsp; Instead of following her out of the tent, he made his way back to the table he had been sitting at and began to drink again.&nbsp; He wasn’t entirely sure when he’d gotten drunk last, but he was entirely sure tonight he would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 07:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie, Kinky, Chloe, Elizabeth &amp; Lexie.<br><br>Kinky's words about being quite the deviation, excited Kate, and as for seeing the depths she was always up for that. The issue here was whether her sister was as she always had to consider her, for better and for worse. She could sense that she was not and could feel the build up of anxiety within her.<br><br>Chloe’s entry, unknown to Kate, had perhaps saved her quite a humiliating experience. Asked to stay in such an aggressive tone by Kinky was upsetting. She would have, if he had used a softer tone, but to be told in such a way made her want to leave there and then. <br><br>When her sister spoke, she nodded in agreement and moved with her back towards the big tent. Perhaps there would be another time for Kinky, but it would not be today. <strong>“Let us stop drinking for tonight, my dear sister, and for now I will follow your lead.”</strong> She then turned to Kink and smiled <strong>"Sorry about this, my sister is not feeling to well. Another time perhaps?"</strong> She then turned to the sister and was about to suggest that they find a quiet corner to calm down when Chloe moved into sight. She gave her a smile of warmth before continuing to walk back to the big tent. It was then that she spotted Elizabeth and Lexie, so she and Lottie walked towards them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 23:50:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Keplar, Sochi, Kate, Lottie; Mentions: Elizabeth and Lawrence <br><br>Lexie's smile was near infectious when Keplar greeted her. She loved the quiet sulky man, he was such a sweet heart under all that gruffness. She thought of him like the big brother she'd always wished she'd had growing up, she loved his protective streak and the line of thought helped her keep her hands off him for the most part. She tried to remember it now as she laughed and took another drag of her cigarette her eyes flitting up to the stage where Elizabeth was just leaving and Lawrence was moving off to drink alone. Normally she'd go join him and bring a smile to his lips, to ease the burden he carried but tonight, right now, she'd say as far from him as she could manage.<br><br>She shook her head and smirked when Kep asked her to stay on her side of the table. "Too much temptation Love?" She asked her voice a playful purr as she leaned across the table to take a glass and pour a measure of brandy into the glass. She normally didn't drink dark liquor because she was so much of a light weight but tonight if she wasn't going to get laid she sure as hell was going to indulge in drink or two too many. The thought was maybe it would help her sleep but really she was just frustrated.<br><br>When Lottie and Kate returned it was impossible for Lexie to hide the flash of ill-humor that crossed the playful girls face. It was gone in a moment but the sparkle in her eyes was missing and for a moment her eyes settled on Sochi. She wanted to talk to him, she had no one else she talked to with out restraint but this was nor the time or place to speak of what was bothering her. She wasn't even sure entirely what was wrong with her.<br><br>She saw Kate spot her and the two slowly approach and Lexie knew she couldn't do this. She poured another glass of brandy, one that was far too full for anyone let alone the slight girl and smiled. "It's been fun but I have to get out of this paint." She said winking at Keplar her smile teasing and playful as she walked around the table. "I'll see you guys later" She said bending down and giving Keplar a brief kiss on the cheek and Sochi a light pat on the shoulder before waving briefly at the twins before walking to the dressing rooms drinking a large gulp of the burning liquid on the way.<br><br>Alone in the dressing room Lexie sat down and cradled her head in her hands as she tried to think. "What is wrong with me?" She asked her reflection in the mirror. The girl didn't answer. She just stared back her hair sweaty and face flushed with high color, every dip and curve of her body on display. Lexie turned away before focusing too closely on that lost unsure look in her eyes. She wasn't a sad person this wasn't like her at all.<br><br>Forcing her mind away from the whirl of emotions she stood up and took a pair of chop sticks off the table and twisted up her hair with defy skill. She licked her lips and moved to the large tub of water that had been left for her, as well as soap and tweezers. The man who'd painted her had told her removing it would take a long time and hurt at points and Lexie a wimp when it came to pain was not looking forward to this. Rather longingly she thought of the showers on the train but knew that wasn't an option, the paint would only clog the pluming.<br><br>Taking a deep breath she found the edge of where Kink had torn the paint earlier. She gripped the edge and gritting her teeth yanked crying out her eyes squeezing shut as it tore from her body in a thin ribbon. She dropped the strip panting softly and before she could chicken out gripped the edge and ripped again this time only whimpering her eyes tearing. She spent long minute ripping the paint off. It splintered and tore leaving little peaces behind that peppered her back where she couldn't barely see let along reach with ease. Her back was a bright vibrant red from the abuse and she was panting from the exertion and the pain.<br><br>Leaving the paint like colorful fall leaves all over the floor she moved to the bucket of water and scooped up a cup of it and dumped it over her back closing her eyes for a moment as the cool water touched her heated skin. She soothed her back with the water as she caught her breath and started again on her arms this time. The paint there flaked terribly because she'd flexed so much and used her arms to such excess. Her skin burned and she dipped her arms still mostly covered in fractured pain into the water hoping the water would help get under the paint and make removing it easier but it didn't. The paint was adhered to her skin and&nbsp; was reluctant to leave.<br><br>Breathing against the pain that she was fast adjusting to she sat down and with painstaking patients took up the tweezers and starting picking the paint from her arms wincing as it pulled and clung resisting her but in the end falling victim to her persistence. She took her time finding the more she hurried the more it hurt. She finally got her forearm clean and washed it with soap and water calming her irritated skin before starting on her upper arm and slowly repeating the process. At this rate she'd be there most of the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 17:05:58</strong>
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				Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: The big tent.<br>Wearing: interesting clothing<br>Tagging: Those that are about<br><br>Lottie was still obviously nervous however even if no one else noticed her sister Kate felt it. She felt it very strongly as well as that urge to leave the party. Of course she knew that they must make polite conversation with a few others for certainly this young woman had no wish to be seen as perhaps impolite, that would be very wrong. However the hard liquor that her sister had been drinking had gone to her head, even with all the water that the rather shy red head had been drinking. Tonight had truly frightened Lottie, yes the man had done nothing to either of them, but was the intent there, or at least the quiet one believed so, so perhaps it was not. Her instinct first and foremost was for her and her sister to find another circus. However there was the fact there were few circuses’ that would take them on now and also this place had drawn them here. <br><br><em>No where was perfect?</em><br><br>There had been a time where doctors had suggested that they be split, that they have a procedure but Grandmother had refused such a terrible disfigurement on something so perfect. Thus now after this time of being so reliant on each other even if they wished it likrly at least one would die from the separation. Not Physically perhaps but emotionally, mentally and it would lead to the same fires and ashes.<br><br><em>No where was perfect.</em><br><br>Lottie was troubled by the way Lexi looked at them, and wondered how they had upset her, was it there appearance or the fact thay had left with Kinky. As far as the rather quieter sister was concerned the woman could have the clown all to herself. It did upset her after all emotionally and socially this twin was so much more fragile watching Lexi leave and staring into space for a little while to compose herself Lottie looked to the table.<br><br><em>No where is perfect…</em><br><br><strong>“Do you mind if we perhaps join you for but a moment, we must retire soon as I believe we have much to do before we take the train.” </strong>The young woman blushed a little and drank some more water, for that was all that either of them would have now. Yes Lottie appeared rather anxious as she stood with her sister.<br><br><em>Remember children No where is perfect. <br><br>Be Safe</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 00:07:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kinky the Klown<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> In the Middle<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving the Big Tent, into Dressing area.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br><strong>Languages and Accent</strong> Jersey Here!<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Twins, Lexie.<br><br>Kink was glad to see that Chloe accepted his olive branch in the same good natured sense it was intended. He cursorily acknowledged the apologies from the Twins who had returned to the tent shortly after his terse parting word, sparing them a flippant wave of his hand over his shoulder. He maintained eye contact with Chloe through the mirror as she dried her eyes with the same measured elegance that she did everything else. He loved games like this, reflected eye contact and delicious unspoken, subtextual tension. His smile widened as she turned to face him directly.<br><br>When Chloe mentioned her family, Kink made no reaction. It came as no surprise to him that her mysterious outburst linked back to her former family and former home, more than likely rooted in those "Daddy" issues that the poor girl was constantly suffering under the weight of.<br><br>"I've heard it said that families are like assholes, everybody's got one and most of the time, they're full of shit." Kink ad libbed to break the tension. He was unaccustomed to seeing Chloe's eyes without the cloud of disdain or judgement polluting their color.<br><br>They were actually quite... lovely.<br><br>Kink laughed, a little too loud perhaps at Chloe's mention of his carefree personality bordering on madness. He wouldn't deny it. A little bit of crazy was in his job description. But the laughter quickly died when Chloe rose from her chair. At first, Kink was startled by the sheer unexpected quality of Chloe moving toward him, it seemed counter to everything he'd come to learn about the aerialist. She was disgusted by Kink, everything about him, his sense of humor, his tattoos, his penchant for exposed flesh, the stink of Scotch that clung to him and the cloud of acrid smoke that seemed to always trail him. Yet in spite of all that, she reached out gently and adjusted his suspender to lay flat against his chest.<br><br>The soft, silken material of her glove against his skin did more to arouse his inner kinks than Kate's challenge did. For a moment he was stricken dumb, staring at the place where her fingers had brushed his chest as though she'd cast a spell on him, robbing him of all his wits. He was pleasantly surprised to hear that she had a tattoo of her own. He tried to say that he'd like to see it some time, but his mouth just kind of opened and closed without sound finding its way out.<br><br>What sort of cruel joke was this?<br><br>At last, she kissed him and the spell was broken. Returning to himself, Kink looked as though the light kiss on his cheek had dropped a concussion grenade into his mouth, eyes bursting wide and cheeks puffing out dramatically. When Chloe asked after the Twins, Kink just shook his head.<br><br>"Just a little tongue in cheek game of 'chicken'." Kink smiled, offering his arm to Chloe as he turned back toward the tent. "I won. Aren't you impressed?"<br><br>Kink was giggling at his own joke as he moved past a hanging curtain into the changing area where he found Lexie in front of one of the vanities, struggling to free herself from Elizabeth's latex prison. From the look of things, she was having a devil of a time, her fair skin variable shades of red and pink.<br><br>"Holy Hand Grenades, girl! Why didn't you come get me?" Kink asked in abject dismay, his voice was incredulous, though his eyes bespoke of a deeper concern for his fellow clown's well being. "Stop what you're doing."<br><br>Suddenly, it was Chloe was abandoned as Kink rushed over to his own vanity station where he extracted a massive bucket of "Cole's Cream". The label was old, wrinkled and smudged with more kinds of paint and synthetic plastics than one could imagine. He set the bucket down on Lexie's vanity with a resounding thud, twisting off the plate sized lid in a rush.<br><br>"Chloe, could you get my girl here some comfortable sweats from the Lost-and-Found. She's suffered enough for vanity tonight." Kink asked of Chloe's reflection, making brief, apologetic eye contact while dipping his hand into the bucket and pulling out a heaping handful of the wriggly, white lotion. "Always, always, always use Cole's to remove makeup or prosthetics. Also, it's important for someone else to have your back."<br><br>With that, Kink pressed the thick glob of cool cream against Lexie's raw, red back where she'd successfully torn away the latex, smearing the cream over to the edge of where she was still encased. He then used two fingers to lightly work the cream under the edge of the latex in short circular motions, his fingers sliding slowly over her shoulder blade and down the curve of her back.<br><br>It never even occurred to Kink that what he was doing was overtly intimate, nor did it occur that his "help" was unwarranted, and might be unwanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 17:26:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kinky, Lexie, the twins, Kep<br><hr><br>She nearly snorted in reaction to his idea of family. It was indeed true in some ways but completely wrong in others. Her mouth opened to ask him a question though it did not seem wise. His past was as murky as a swamp, and to venture downward would risk being bitten by what was hidden underneath. Everyone in the circus appeared to have a story. One which was hidden under smiles, jokes, and dazzling performances. Still, it was just like Kay to conjure up the right words to bring a smile and laughter to another even though he used crude humor, which would make her mother tsk and tut unhappily. Normally, Chloe would have mimicked this behavior, but for now, she remained completely undisturbed by it. <br><br>Chloe was completely unaware of any surprise she might have caused Kay with her actions. Even if she was known in the circus as a living relic of old and unwanted traditions, there was never a time where she was unwilling to offer a helping hand when it was needed. After all, just moments before at the table, it was her who calmly took the knife away from Kink to stop him from stabbing himself although there were other reasons for the action as well, which would never be spoken aloud to anyone. If anything, Kay smelled more forbidden than foul. Liquor was known to addle one’s mind while ladies of any good reputation did not indulge in smoking since in time it made one’s voice harsh and rough to the ears. There was also the need to maintain the health needed to swing herself from one bar to another night after night.<br><br>Whatever happened between them in the moment of polar opposites putting aside differences ended as Kinky returned rather than the person she had just glimpsed beneath the surface of obscurity. She blinked up at him, taking in the change, as she felt herself growing confused but she did not voice anything for fear of making them start to bicker endlessly with each other. <em>Just a little tongue in cheek game of 'chicken'.</em> Her eyebrows lifted then lowered back down at his answer even though she had no idea what he meant by it. His hand was accepted without any thought of hesitation since it was unlike her to be rude even though she felt the need to flee rather than linger at the party. “I am not sure if your game was good or not so it is hard to say if I should be impressed.” The answer was honest as she glanced over at the twins with a genuine smile at them. Well, she was truly smiling at the softer of the two since the other was too wild for her tastes. <br><br>So focused on herself, she completely missed Lexie in distress as they began to pass the room. It was only until Kay spoke did she look over at the girl. Almost instantly, she felt genuine sadness. So this is the cost of beauty and sexiness. Whatever ill judgment from earlier was pushed away as she took in each inch of red skin before averting her eyes away to give Lexie privacy. The damage was already done since her skin was imprinted into her mind. The old jar caught her attention out the corner of her eye as she nibbled her lower lip to prevent herself from speaking. It did not exactly look sanitary. But, clowns were a pack, and now more than ever, she felt like it was not her place to speak. The dismissal from Kay was meet with a relieved sigh. “Just give me a moment,” she said softly before turning away from the intimate display between the two. <br><br>It appeared as if Lexie was to be envied one second yet adored. She possessed a vibrancy, which did not grace Chloe, while all in the circus seemed to love her. Her hand came up to massage at her temples, pushing such thoughts away. Hurrying, she headed over to pick out some sweats even though her nose wrinkled in distaste. Wearing another person’s clothing seemed beyond vile to her, but there was no other choice in this situation. A few minutes later, she returned then placed the clothing next to the jar on the counter. “I should probably get back,” she explained to both of them though they were not likely to care or notice her departure. <br><br>Soft clicks of her heels signaled her arrival as she sat down beside Kep. It appeared as though the party was slowing down. She reached over to place her hand in his as she sought out his eyes with hers. "I apologize for leaving so suddenly. It was wrong of me. I hope I did not offend or upset your night even more." A smile came on her face as she inhaled his scent into her nostrils. Kep. He truly was the anchor of the circus. The need to be as free as Lexie stirred or as wild as Elizabeth inside of her, and the spirit in the air encouraged her. She leaned upward to press her lips to his for a brief second before pulling back to look at him. It was just then she noticed how she'd been behaving right under the noses of the twins, and her face flared with a hint of embarrassment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 08:40:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lottie, Kate, Chloe<br><br>Kepler glanced up at Lottie and Kate as they approached the table, sure now that something had upset Lottie at least -- Kate was a little harder to read. It occurred to him of course that they had last been in Kink's company and he didn't think it could be total coincidence if they were a little disturbed now. He nodded to Lottie and stood as he gestured at the empty chairs.<br><br>"Of course, please have a seat," he said then settled back in his chair. He really didn't know the twins well yet and he would never admit it but it was a bit of an adjustment for him when he interacted with them. It was hard for him to imagine what it was like for them, how did you maintain separate identities when you never had a moment apart? "How are you two this evening? Everything all right?"<br><br>He was chatting with the twins and didn't notice Chloe returning until she was slipping into the seat next to him somewhat to his surprise. He was steeling himself for another outburst when she completely floored him with a touch and a smile. Something seemed to soften in his eyes for a moment as he was casting about for a gracious response when she hit him with the <em>coup de grace</em>, the sweetest, softest kiss. She really was the devil. He'd finally managed to talk himself out of that first kiss they'd shared, to convince himself it hadn't been <em>that</em> great and here she was putting him back at square one. He smiled briefly as she relaxed back into her chair and if she tried to pull her hand away, he would do his best to keep it. He looked at her for a long moment before realizing he hadn't said a word.<br><br>"I...uh...it's forgotten," he managed to get out, sounding like an idiot. "I was just trying to say that me looking out for you, maybe that's not always because of my job. That's all. But I managed to fu...screw it up with my usual way with words." <br><br>He glanced back over at the twins with a good-natured wink. "You two are lucky I haven't managed to rub you the wrong way yet tonight. I was on a roll there for awhile."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 23:00:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Lexie Moore<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> New Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Clown<br><strong>Position:</strong> Trainee<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This! (http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/body-paintings-23.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kink and Chloe<br><br>Lexie knew in the back of her mind that Kink was around somewhere back here as well as Chloe but she wasn't aware of it as she painstakingly pealing another fragment of pain from her raw skin biting hard into her lower lip to keep from making a sound. It felt like a never ending waxing, pulling each hair out of her skin even some skin away as the paint came free. She heard voice but they seemed far away and she did her best to ignore them. For the first time in a long time she wanted to be alone, she didn't want anyone around while she felt this raw in both a physical and emotional sense.<br><br>Her wish was not to be though because before she even had a moment to cover herself now feeling exceptionally exposed half in and out of the paint Kink's voice called out loudly and she flinched visibly turning so only her back was exposed to the pair though it was bright and showed the best evidence of the abused she'd paid her body in the attempt to get free of the paint that felt now like it was suffocating her skin with each passing moment. She might have been mad, would have been mad it he didn't speak as if finding her like this was awful. His tone made her want to cry. Would she ever understand this or him? <br><br>Suddenly he was telling her to stop and she turned enough to look at him coming towards her looking much like a startled deer. her eyes skittered to Chloe and she took comfort in the other woman's presents. Kink could throw her off balance like no one else ever could, could make her feel things others couldn't but Chloe was someone she could use to hold on to her normal carefree nature. Kink approached with a tub of cream that looked so big and so old that Lexie wondered absently how long it had been hanging around. "Traveling companion of yours?" She asked her lips tilting into a smile of amusement only to fall away as he asked Chloe to get her some sweats.<br><br>Her eyes lifted to look at Chloe and she shot her an apologetic look. Lexie hated being a burden to others, she made others lives easier, caused a smile but now Chloe wasn't even looking at her and she knew it was for privacy as much as pity and it made her sad. "I'm sorry." She breathed softly not sure who exactly she was apologizing to, Chloe, Kink or the circus as a whole she just felt as if she'd failed somehow. When Kink admonished her about how to remove the paint she nodded mutely looking away from the mirror so he could see her profile, the usual smile that graced her face was missing and she looked troubled.<br><br>When the cream touched her back she winced against the shock of the cool liquid against her heated skin but in a moment she sighed softly and closed her eyes the slightest of smiles curling her soft lips as she relaxed under Kink's touch as both his touch and the cream eased the lingering pain leaching the heat from her skin and relaxing the tension in her muscles. She didn't notice Chloe's return until she spoke and Lexie opened her eye to look at the woman who looked uncomfortable. <br><br>Lexie's smile faltered as Chloe excused herself and walked away and her head tilted down. "I've made a mess of things haven't I?" She asked speaking more to herself then Kink as she thought over the night. She looked tired, it was the best description for the drawn look on her face since it was unlikely anyone would guess her as to being sad, Lexie herself couldn't define the oddly sullen feeling that was pulling at her. "Thank you Kink, I don't think I could have gotten it all off if you hadn't come around." She said turning so she could look at him smiling one of those bright guileless smiles up at him that said she was never more pleased then in that moment, that there was no where she'd rather be. On impulse she hugged him tightly around the waist pressing her cheek against his abdomen "Thank you" She said again a breath against his skin, her lips brushing against him before she turned away a flush staining her pale cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 09:54:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br>Name: Lottie<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position:&nbsp; entertainer<br>Location: the tent<br>Wearing: an outfit<br>Tagging: those at the table<br><br><br>The quieter of the two was still drinking water and her sister appeared not to be objecting. “Thank you so much for you courtesy there are so many that forget old and wholesome manners.” The two sat down in a most demure manner, it must be rather difficult to look so graceful, yet the two did it with such ease however of course they would they had been doing this all their lives. Lottie was still a little nervous but now inside the security of the tent she felt a little less anxious. “I am Lottie and this is my sister Kate, as you know we have only recently joined your circus.<br><br>Lottie did wonder how they had offended Lexie, but still it was doubtful if they would find out. Sometimes just there appearance caused such a reaction, well there was little they could do about the matter and thus it slowly faded from her mind there was little good in considering such matters when they were beyond ones control.<br><br>Taking another glass of water she put it to her sisters lips so she might sober up a little too for both their benefit. They were somewhat odd to watch the seemed completely aware of each other as if indeed they were just one entity, and physically for the most they were but certainly mentally they were like chalk and cheese. Kate ran her hand through Lottie’s hair that had fallen a little in front of her face. <br><br>“<strong>I am sure you would never rub us up the wrong way. We manage to do that to each other very well.” </strong> The rather shy redhead smiled <strong>So we are rather difficult to upset.” </strong> Well on certain matters, should be added. <strong>“You appear to be quite the gentleman Sir.” </strong> Lottie did seem more than a little old fashioned even in her speech, her manners in general were impeccable. She picked delicately at some of the food and drank a little more water.<br><br>Chloe was offered a smile as she returned to the table.<strong> “Good Evening.” </strong> Again spoken with a polite smile , she still picked delicately at the food making sure that Kate had some too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cadavar</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 06:29:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o5_250.jpg)</div>Name: Kate<br>Place within Hierarchy: New talent <br>Role: Act<br>Position: Burlesque Dancer<br>Location: The Big Tent<br>Wearing: Tight Corset with all the trimmings, just like her sister<br>Tagging: Lottie, Chloe &amp; Kepler.<br><br>Still allowing her sister to gain in confidence by letting her talk for them both, Kate listened with a smile upon her face while Lottie spoke to Kepler. Feeling her sister anxiety, Kate did her best to relax and look over Kepler like she had been spending all day in a desert and he was the water. Being welcomed by Kepler as the seats were made available made her smile. He nodded to the man when her sister introduced her and remained silent for now, even when he asked if they were alright. She did however snigger when he mentioned that he had not rubbed them up the wrong way. Oh to be rubbed by this man, how wonderful, she thought, while her sister got to know the gentleman a little more. <br><br>Before she could think on the events of the evening, Lottie put a drink of water to Kate's lips while she toyed with her sister' hair. They were like one in so many ways. When Lottie smiled to Chloe, Kate did the same, within moments.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 23:09:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The twins, Kep<br><hr><br>It was a small kiss, but for Chloe, the gesture was enormous on her part. Her eyes shone with a hint of wonder at the emotion which floored her once their lips were parted from each other. For a brief moment, she merely watched how handsome he appeared with the smile on his face. Unconsciously, she tightened her fingers around his to prevent herself from reaching up to touch his face. Memorize the lines of his face. There was not much time to ponder on her reaction to him since there was an audience directly next to them. Still, this shared moment was not likely to be easily pushed to the recesses of her mind like the last one. Yet, the desire to even try did not occur to her. The intensity and length of his gaze nearly caused her cheeks to flush with a light pink color. <br><br>When he finally spoke, it was without his usual composure, and she stared down at her feet for a second. Maybe lack of practice made her truly atrocious at such a simple action. It was a ridiculous thought since he did not seem disappointed, but it was hard to decide whether or not she compared to the legions of women he had probably been with in his life. She glanced down at their hands to escape his gaze for a brief moment before expelling a light sigh. “Yes, it is probably my fault for being so unreasonable. I suppose I just have to get used to the idea of someone wanting more to do with me than something related to the circus.” Her thumb brushed over his as she attempted to withdraw her hand away from his gently, but it did not work. Not wishing to give him the wrong interpretation of her reason, Chloe allowed her hand to remain in his as her mind began to ponder about the differences in their hand. How small her fingers were alongside his along with his being more tanned. She became quiet with thought then looked back up when addressed the twins. <br><br>"Evening, Lottie and Kate." Their presence reminded her of Kay along with their abrupt departure back into the tent. They had not appeared too pleased though she could not tell what had disturbed them. She started to ask about it but did not wish to pry. Instead, she&nbsp; gently moved the conversation into something a safer area for discussion. "I wonder how much longer we are required to stay in the tent. It is getting rather late, or is that just me being old fashioned again?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 06:30:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> white T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br><strong>Languages and Accent:</strong> English, no accent<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Lottie, Kate<br><br>When things were at their worst with Chloe, he felt like a neanderthal, like he should apologize simply for being in her presence. But when it was good, like now, she was like an island of order and grace amidst the chaos of circus life, she allowed him to be a shadow in a life where there was meaning in a gesture and genuine regard was something more important than hooking up. This brief respite between them, this moment of simply letting their hands touch and warm to the other, felt better than any of his past sweaty clinches in the dark. Yes, she was anachronistic, he would never lie and claim otherwise, but it wasn't a ploy or conceit -- she was one of the most genuine people he'd ever known and from where he stood, that was a compliment of the highest order.<br><br><em> “Yes, it is probably my fault for being so unreasonable. I suppose I just have to get used to the idea of someone wanting more to do with me than something related to the circus.”</em><br><br>"Yes, you will," he said with his usual confidence. Even he couldn't say exactly how deep he was trying to go with that, only that she was correct. "But it's not about whose fault it is. I'm not launching any stones around my glass house, I don't know about you."<br><br>Since he was being complimented on his manners he made an effort not to be entirely rude and let himself be completely absorbed by Chloe's change of mood and willingness to entertain his attention. He studied the twins for a moment, finding the way they completed each other's gestures to be a little eerie if he were completely honest but they seemed like very nice young women and not what he would have expected from a couple of burlesque dancers. Well, Lottie anyway...Kate was looking at him like she had definite ideas but she was nonetheless discreet. <br><br>"It's a little late but welcome to the circus, you two," he said and finished off his drink. "If anybody gives you any trouble, consider me your troubleshooter. If you need anything, for that matter, if I can't help I'll know who can. Where are you two from?"<br><br>He glanced over as Chloe spoke of the hour and at last relinquished her hand. For once he didn't take it personally -- they all worked long hours in the circus and it was no stretch to think she might be tired. "It looks like things are breaking up," he commented after a quick look around. "I would say you're off the hook. I'd be happy to escort the three of you back to your tents when you're ready."<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cirque De Sang Et De Flammes - The Big Tent</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 14:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m57n5ndreK1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Chloe M. Mallory <br><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br><strong>Role:</strong> Act/ Trapeze Artist <br><strong>Location:</strong> Big Tent <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (http://www.polyvore.com/chloe/set?id=48565323)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> The twins, Kep<br><hr><br>The confidence in his voice was enough to cause a mile to appear on her face while a faint blush appeared at her cheeks. She could only hope that their relationship became a bit easier rather than unstable with tolerating each other’s presence one moment to truly enjoying each other’s company. The fault of tension between them was no doubt her own fault for being strict on certain actions in life, but it was a part of her that was unlikely to change. Like an old stone, it would be difficult to move away from what she had known most of her life. Suddenly, Kep seemed to read her mind with his next words. <br><br>She nodded without admitting that she was taking all fault upon herself. His little saying caused her to chuckle as she gently squeezed his fingers within her own. “Of course not. Heavens knows that glass is much too difficult to clean up.” Chloe was not sure if her attempt at humor was successful or not but it was slightly funny to her. It was the truth. One always thought they cleaned up the floor completely of glass, but when they least expected it; one small shard would sink through the sensitive flesh of one’s foot. Her mind tinkered around with the idea since it seemed strangely related to the action in the circus. <br><br>She remained quiet as Kep addressed the twins while respectfully giving them her attention. Suddenly, her hand was released but she could still feel his warmth. Her lips pressed together for a moment as she gently scooted out her chair then rose up. She glanced around at everyone then returned her attentions back to the table. “Yes, I do believe it has quieted down significantly. I am not sure if it was a success or not in our ring mistress’s eyes.” Chloe’s tone was thoughtful as she waited for to see if the twins wished to be escorted out the tents. “Well, I am fairly tired. I want to get one more night of peaceful rest before the train leaves in the morning. Kep, I do not mind an escort as long as it does not inconvenience you.” She waited for an answer before taking a step away, fully intending on heading out of the tent and to her room.<br>
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