The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//
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				Title: <strong>The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 01:12:27</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>Come</strong> one, Come <strong>all</strong>...<br></em></span><br><em>"<strong>You</strong>!</em> Step right up lady and gentleman! Before you are the paths to enlightenment! Laughter! and good ol' fashioned chills!. If you so choose to enter these gates, you will see things you have never seen before and will never see again. We have the unimaginable and completely undeniable, to turn away you will have been choosing ignorance, choosing to fear the truth!<br><br>Oh! you? You've decided to expand your mind and witness the unspeakable? Well, come right on in! Dirt cheap to enter, impossible to leave. We here at The <strong>Carnaval du Diable'</strong> entertain all day and all night just for you model citizens out in the audience!<br><br>Step right up la<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">aa.</span>.<br><br>Let Me Show You Around...<br><br><div style="text-align: left;">To your left...<strong> Incroyable Parc</strong>.</div>(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/carousel_zps4a7586e1.jpg)<br>User Image You got kids? Great! Your little tot looks like he's just<strong> dyin</strong> to get on our Ferris Wheel! I bet he'd also like to play 'Shoot the Mongoloid', watch our clown bounce around from ball to ball? Or perhaps you would like to to thrill him with our<strong> amazing</strong> acrobatic spectacles! Or I can also lead your lad to the house of mirrors, for a real adventurous scare! Here we offer the best in family entertainment. The rides are safe, fun and cheaper then whores hair. We've got a fine selection of<strong> candy</strong> to treat your little one!, care to stay?<br><br><br><strong>Incroyable Parc Entertainment;</strong><br><br><strong>The Clown(s):</strong><br><strong>The Mongoloid:</strong><br><strong>The Acrobats:</strong><br><strong>The candy chef</strong>:Always//Isabella<br><strong>The Juggler:</strong>Koekje// Jamie Vanderstamp<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>To your right...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Occult Mevielles...</strong> </span></div>(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/dragonballs_zps386c1c44.jpg) Madam, if I told you that past the <strong>seven foot hedges</strong>, we house a true to life Chimera? You heard me! Half human Half animal! No? You don't? Well that's okay. What if I told you that behind these very gates, there resides a fortune teller so connected to the spirit world, she can predict your future? Or perhaps the beasts of lore tickle your fancy?. Here we house amazing acts of nature and magic! We've got a true to life demon, caged and away for your safety. We've got The Were Wolf, We've got the wizard, and a fine little place to pick up a remedy for whatever ails you!. If you still <em>do not trust</em> my words, then by all means my good man and woman, take a look for yourself...Dare to see the blood underneath the rational skin of<strong> humanity</strong>. You might notice, you have to pay just a little more but Miss and Mister I guarantee you, you will not be disappointed.<br><br><strong><br>Mevielles Entertainment;</strong><br><br><strong>The Fortune Teller:</strong><br><strong>Miracle Remedies:</strong>Always// Anchal<br><strong>The Hellish Being:</strong><br><strong>The Heavenly Being:</strong><br><strong>The Were Wolf :</strong><br><strong>The Chimera :</strong><br><br><br><br>Oh? Straight ahead you say? To The <strong>Diable Afficher</strong>...<br>(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/sideshow_zpsb26503f1.jpg)<br><br><br>Well I can't say I blame you for being curious! Why these seven foot tall gates house the most<strong> insane</strong>, the most thrilling a full grown man or woman can experience!. If you stay a while longer... you may get to go in! The doors open after 12 o'clock midnight right on the dot. You won't believe your eyes! The most beautiful dames this side of the field, showin' ya just what god gave her in the flesh!. Speaking of<strong> Flesh</strong>.. we have here our very own Cannibal, you'll never forget the spectacle! We got Crazy stunt men to push you onto the edge of your seat, you can place your bet on a prized fighter, double your money! Gamblers corner is a personal favorite, ha-ha. Enjoy a lot of drink, enjoy a lot of smoke! After eleven the reality and <strong>sanity</strong> of the world here <strong>bleeds out</strong>, and if you choose to stay, we can promise you will never see the same way again...<br><br><br><strong>Diable Afficher Performers;</strong><br><strong>The Pierced:</strong><br><strong>The Fire stuntman/woman:</strong><br><strong>The Sharp stuntman/woman:</strong><br><strong>The fighter(s)</strong>:Always//Louie<br><strong>The Cannibal</strong>:Always//Johnny<br><strong>The show girl(s):</strong>Always//Sandra<br><br><br><br><br>Over there, behind the seven foot tall fence? Why that's<strong> Carnies Quarters </strong>...<br><br>(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/barbwire_zpsf211a5f4.jpg)<br>Why is there barbwire on the gate? Well that's so no one tries to sneak on in and take what they can't have! <em>WE</em> have to keep our<strong> performers</strong> safe and inside, <strong>within the ring masters sight</strong>, naturally. Behind those gates talented young ladies and gentlemen are<strong> breaking their backs</strong> just to entertain you!. In these areas, they can practice, load up on supplies, wash their clothes, sleep in their own personal trailers, and train their animals! All this and more, under the supervision and watchful eye of our fair proprieter. Can you go back there? Why never if you're not a working act!<br><strong><br>Carnies Quarters Personnel;</strong><br><strong>The Ring Maste</strong>r:Always// Ring Master Garrick<br><strong>The Ring Masters assistant</strong>:<br><strong><br>The Medic:</strong>Koekje// Charles Bomban<br><strong>The Nurse</strong>:Always//Gertrude Bellflower<br><strong>The security:</strong><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 01:14:05</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Character Applications</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Can be sent to me via Private Message! <br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Don't be shy to be creative, supernatural characteristics are <em>okay</em>. Just keep in mind this is in no way an <em>uber</em> fantasy roleplay.<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167227.msg7813347#msg7813347 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167227.msg7813347#msg7813347) <strong>This is the Character Thread :) You go here, when you apply and are accepted!</strong><br><br><strong> Profiles should include:</strong><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name:[/b]<br>[b]Age:[/b] <br>[b]Act:[/b]<br>[b]Physical Appearance:[/b] ((I don't [i]need[/i] pictures! If you have one, totally use it. If you don't, a real nice detailed description is great &lt;3 ))<br>[b]Personal Traits:[/b] ((Name five personal traits and one thing your character is good at, unrelated to their act ))<br>[b]Life Before:[/b] ((Just a summary of what the character had been through, trials and tribulations to bring them to Garricks circus. Feel free to make this brief.))<br></code></pre><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 01:14:56</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Nature Of The Carnival</strong></span></span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> This is a sexual epic. There will be sexual themes most <em>definitely</em>, and with<em> alot</em> of characters. but I do also have a story to tell. I hope you can join me and stay a while!<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> I'd really like it if people who can write a solid, good, interesting hand full of paragraphs could join. Tiny posts with something like "Johnny The Cannibal looked at Gertrude and said 'No thanks ill pass on the pupu platter' " The end.&nbsp; I always poop out about three paragraphs. More if I'm given to work with. <br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> <strong>Incroyable Parc Performers </strong>perform during the day. From 10 am to 5 pm. <br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> <strong>Occult De Mevielle</strong> Performers perform from 5 pm to 11 pm<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> <strong>Diable Afficheur</strong> Performers are on from 11 pm to 2 am. The nature and price of the admission, makes up for the shorter hours ;)<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Sex scenes CAN be posted in the main forum.. but those can get pretty long. Maybe taking those particular lengthy peices to a private message would be good, but leave the audience (ie; us) to a strong implication before hand. &gt;:)<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Keep you're egos out of the roleplay! I would love to have a conflict free relationship among players. Characters can hate eachother all they want, it's bound to happen at some point, but let's have fun shall we?<br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> Lastly... I am a huge fan of drama, suspense, HORROR.. and <em>tasteful</em> gore ;p The content may get a little heavy, be it on an emotional scale or a physical scale. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 15:22:54</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"> updates and Story Changes</span><br><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">*</span> It is late August, Saturday Evening,Three hours from The Diable Afficheur opening. The climate is absolutely scorching, even with the sun down. The Occult De Mevielle sector must be getting antsy to get off work!. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 16:01:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg) </div> <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"> Saturday Nights were by far the best night of the week, for The Carnival Itself and for Garrick alone. Something about the eve of the 'Day of the Lord' brought out all the scum, all the degenerate fools addled with the longing for something more, something tangible, anything at all to tear their gaseous thoughts from whatever lie for them outside the huge eight foot gates of The Carnaval Du Diable. Their faces were happy, and some even actually <em>were</em> happy, but Garrick was not looking for those people. His ivy green eyes flicked and touched upon every fuzzy face under the bubble glass of his hundred television sets. He sought them out from behind security cameras, looking for the one with the most doubt and the most fear. It was hard to choose, The Occult De Mevielle tended to be a place of peace for the simple minded.. but he knew better. As did his performers. In the pitch black, Garrick rocked on the two hind legs of his chair. His long spidery legs were held on straight in front of him, a burgeoning threat to knock down his wine glass with his curled toe boots. Long black hair obscured his vision a few times, and was patiently blown away from a content and watchful, noble and aristocratic face painted snow white and electric blue from the rays of the light emitted from the scores of security footage. <br><br>&nbsp;He could see IsaBella, the fat blonde bouncing her way from The Parc and to the door step of some unsuspecting fools trailer, a cake box in her hand. She was going to give half the Carnival Diabetes if she kept that up. Pinhole pupils sailed over the next three cameras. He could see a huge, hulking shadow catching up on two young ones in a lonely alcove, a place they shouldn't have been. It was a place along the outskirts of The Afficheur, a place meant to be closed off to the public. Garrick focused his attention on the one particular camera to watch the action that would pan out. The hulking shadow drew nearer and near to the two, they had not stopped. Garricks brows rose with the growing interest, oh how surprised they would be in the end. A head of straight black hair came into focus, a pair of huge shoulders and the scenery changed. The couple stopped what they were doing and began to apologize. <em>Too late you young fools, you're about done as dinner..</em> Garrick chided. The young woman was knocked to the ground and had appeared to have fallen unconscious... the young man.. well only his legs could be seen now, disappearing into the corner of the television.<em> Good show, Johnny boy... but let's be more discreet about it..</em> Garrick mused, diverting his attention. <br><br>&nbsp;A gaggle of young girls were leaving Runa's tent in The Occult, Garrick couldn't help but notice that they looked to have been giggling before they went in. Their long faces now, told him that maybe they had gotten a bout of bad news. Garrick rocked forward and reached through his legs to take his wine glass. The luminous deep red swished through the glass, touched Garricks jester lips and was sipped with relish. Not the top shelf stuff, but best know that if it was in Garricks hand it was the best <em>you</em> ever would have had a chance to even try. The Ring Master sighed his good nature and hopped into standing. His wine was finished, he took the glass out with him into his bedroom. He slid the door closed to the surveillance room (it was a secret room, the door was painted the same color as the maroon of his bedroom wall). From here, the glass was put down and he was put to work in dressing. Big Night ahead, he had decided he would be pitching for Alice tonight. This called for red. <br><br>&nbsp;Dressing, clothes, <em>style</em> were a big deal to The Ring Master. The clothes make the man. <em>Money</em> helps, and the things a man owns defines his worth. Garrick needed to dress as though he owned these people, and he did. In a manner of moments, Garrick dawned a sequined red tail coat and an impossibly high top hat. Vertical pinstriped drain pipe trousers adorned his long ropey legs. A dapper leather bow tie nestled against his throat. White silken gloved hands tied shiny black strands into a low and tight tail at the base of his neck. Garrick twisted his lengthy body into view of a full length gold plated mirror, he liked what he saw, shot a huge and mooney piano key smile to his reflection. How lucky all these carnies were to be under the rule of a fucking <em>celebrity</em>. The next part, the final touch to his ensemble, he scowered a huge selection of canes. He didn't need a walking stick, but being a pitchman you always had to have one to catch a Rubes attention. To gesture, to point, to really raise the dramatic flair of an event. Also, they defined <em>well</em> for disciplinary style.&nbsp; He pulled free a cloven foot cane, made to look like the muscular leg of a ram. The head of the cane was a Rams horn, the base a Rams hoof. Garrick had a thing for taxidermy, truly a lost art. <br><br>&nbsp;In a breath, Garrick breezed out his bedroom door whistling jauntily as he left his private quarters. A huge victorian style house behind wrought iron gates, on a hill overlooking the Carnies Quarters, the entire Carnival. He traversed the winding path lined with black and weeping willows, and finally, the smell of cigarettes, booze, food cooking and <em>sweat</em> permeated. Garrick was now in The Carnies Quarters, waving and gesturing with a jaunty air about him.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>03-03-2013, 22:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQFMF5IxcE/TxWCf788KeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cq9tBmP90nY/s1600/Elisha+Cuthbert+Hot+Sexy+03.jpg)</div>Alice sat in front of her mirror, the small vanity refurbished and placed in her room. The bright lights that surrounded gave her an almost angelic glow. And if it weren't for the face paint and the bright outfit one might think she was sweet as pie. But those that knew her knew better. <br><br>The day had been long and hot; she had wished to rip her costume off more than once during the day. But then that wouldn't have been presentable, and they couldn't have that. Even if she was perfectly comfortable in her own skin. Her seemingly delicate hands came up and pulled the colorful hair extensions out of her golden locks. The shorter hair a bit messed as she ran her finger through it. Up next were the shoes, boots that laced all the way up to the middle of her calves. Cumbersome at times, but the look they gave her was worth it. Alice was no stranger to pain, so giving a bit to do her job as she did was no big deal to her. Her hand slid down the fabric and pulled her feet free. Standing she wiggled her toes, the bright socks she had on were a bit worn. But she counted them as he lucky socks, as she was wearing them when she first came to the Carnival. <br><br>Turning she looked herself over in the mirror, the large oversized shorts held up by suspenders did nothing to for her body. Unclipping her suspenders she let them simply fall to the floor. Her rather colorful pink and green panties were all she wore underneath them. After a moment her shirt was lost and all that remained was her matching bra and the makeup she had chosen for the day. Leaning over she hit play on her boom box and smiled as the music (http://youtu.be/27IW08mC3zE) started to play. Her hips swayed back and forth as Crazy on you came on, the beat working through her body as she reached for a wash cloth. <br><br>Her mind playing a few moments of the day over and over again as she moved around her room. Alice knew she should feel bad about scaring a few people as they passed by her. But the looks on the small child's face or even better the grown man's when they saw her. It just made energy run through her body and caused her to shiver with glee. She had never been the intimidating one growing up so seeing men cower at the site of her was near bliss. Her right hand wiping at the makeup that she had taken so much time putting on like it was nothing. She would have to change for the evening show eventually but for now she just enjoyed herself. Then again Alice normally always did.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 09:02:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/3c7ce3a9-7b15-4265-b6a0-ce48936225b2_zpscc1f78e7.jpg)</div> Runa looked to the flaps of her tent as yet another set of young girls entered. Their energy slipped past the fabric and seemed to fill the area around them. Laughter bubbled up from them as they no doubt thought this was going to be a fun experience. But what she could see from just their energies told her they were going to be in for a surprise. <br><br>The girls sat down and paid their dues for the reading. The dark ambiance only added to the affects as she motioned for them to sit down. The scent of dragon's blood lightly flowed around them as they sat one the pillows around her. <strong>"it is nice to see such happy faces, despite the energy that flows around you all." </strong>she spoke her accent more than likely unknown to the girls. They looked at each other with worry, but then laughed it off as if it were nothing. A smile came to her face, one that could easily be read by those that knew her. But the girls before her had no idea what fate and life had in store for them. Slowly Runa began to weave a tale for them, reading their cards, or their energy. The worries and fears of the young woman were all too easy to read. The small queues they would give her, tells that gave away everything she needed. These girls were no poker player that was for sure. <br><br>As Runa finished the reading the energy coming from the girls and grown much heavier that it had been originally. One of the girls had actually succumbed to tears. <strong>"This is bull, I want my money back."</strong> the blonde said angry about the prediction she received. <strong>"I'm sorry my dear no refunds because fate said something you didn't like. But please, take it as a warning maybe you can still change what is to come. And if all else fails, you should visit Anchal. I am sure she will have anything you need to take care of...well your little problem.'</strong> she said pointing to the girl once more. She smiled warmly to them as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "<strong>This is shit we're leaving!"</strong> the blonde said and grabbed up her friends. The girls walked up looking as if they had just been told their favorite toy had just been taken away. <br><br>As the flaps to her tent closed Runa began to laugh, her voice warm and filled with its own energy. Laying back she let the warmth of candles dance along her skin. <strong>"Young ones always followed by such drama now a days.'</strong> she said shaking her head. Betting that at least one of those girls would be back to seek help with what was to happen. She still had three hours before her shift ended, but already her body ached and she wanted to go find something a...bit. But she had a place and a job to do here, and knew not doing it would no doubt end in a punishment she'd rather avoid. Her left hand trailed along her stomach. The fake nails tickling the side of her stomach, the sculpted muscles twitched under the attention. Here she ideally waited for who would walk into her tent next. Who knew maybe it would be something that would help pick up her mood for the evening.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 16:48:37</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">(http://[floatright]http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg[/floatright]) The smell of The Carnies Quarters was definitely a unique one. Call him crazy, but this particular area a road away from his set up absolutely reeked. Stale cigarettes, stale booze, stale sex and stale food. He didn't like to loiter around here for too long, to mingle with the talent. But, being The Ring Master this was essential to some degree, so he persevered with a 'good mood' grin plastered on his face when he crossed paths with other talent. To his left, he could see Louie's shadow in the yellow square of light serving as his window, jumping rope. To his right, Sandra was smoking outside her trailer, daring to meet eyes with Garrick for only a second or two before dancing her vision away from him. She sucked on the long white cigarette between nude and un-made up lips and turned her body away. The dancers tended to dislike Garrick.. he never gave them a reason not too. Who would have thought some of them weren't adverse to knife play or a little flogging every now and then.<br><br><br>He could hear music.. Heart. Not Barracuda, thank <em>god</em>. It lead him to the place he had meant to go, and this was to see darling Harley (Alice), make sure the girl was in good hands and ultimately ready to be twisted into a damn pretzel at his rule. He thought he could be more excited, if his biology were to work that way. Alice was a very hard working girl. She had also entertained in The Parc, and if it was one way to really make it here.. really stay alive, without a hitch, it was to make yourself useful, obey and shut your damn mouth and for christ sake <em>smile</em>. <br><br>&nbsp;The glittering red of his tail coat sailed down the lot, narrowly being avoided by a swarm of roustabouts, heading for the back portion of The Carnies Quarters. They slept in separate bunks, on the maintenance grounds.. really, it was a glorified warehouse more then anything. The rousties tended to avoid Garrick like the plague, and good on them, They would hate to get involved with the party he was throwing. Alice might have.. she was a little funny that way. The Ring Master whistled as he approached the girls trailer. He took a moment to really get the feel of the air.. she was in a good mood. Unproductive to his cause, but there would be plenty of room for things of that ilk later on, in The Afficheur. Garrick started with a knock.. real slow like. One.. two.. three. He stood at her door step, looking over his stance. He leaned on the cloven foot cane with one hand, Placed a curled fist on his trim waist and crossed one long leg obscured by thick vertical stripes over the other. He tipped his hat to cover his ivy eyes and put on the biggest, whitest, celebrity smile he could possibly manage to greet the twisted little clown under the lamps of The Carnies Quarters. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br></span></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>04-03-2013, 17:20:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/boxer_zpsd12652a7-1_zpsa59d84a5-1_zpsbf2350ea.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"> Last night had been brutal, tonight would be worse. Friday night, just a collection of hours ago, Louie had been bashed over the head with a metal chair. Cut with a beer can, ripped his damn cheek almost right open. There was a bandage there now, glaring and white against his skin. He bounced on balls of his feet right now, quickly breathing in and out. Sweat literally poured off of him, made his shirt stick to his back and chest, his lower back. But he had kept going, the heavy metal in the background maybe a little too loud for his neighbors (though, The boxer did indeed see Johnny skulking off to .. go grocery shopping), lest they were actually home. Powder blue eyes flicked to meet the wall clock, an old yellowing face that always told the time two minutes too slow. He blinked back a bead of sweat from his eyelid and uttered a few soft grunts, one after the other with each jump. His calves were on fire, a red flush painting his upper cheeks, his chest and his shoulders. His heart was going like a scared rabbit and he only had.. one more minute to go. He watched the clock intently, the rope almost moving of it's own accord, without the movement of his wrists it would look like. <br><br>&nbsp;Done!! Louie came to a sudden stop and immediately bent at the waist to clutch at his knees with bare hands, perpetually bruised and scarred. They never hurt though. Louie liked to joke that he had been knocked in the head so many times that any signals of pain were a waste on the soup can of his brain. The Palooka panted hard for a moment, collecting his composure. This next process, he needed to look at least a little presentable. He slowly pulled to standing and shuffled into the bathroom, discarding the jump rope by his bed side. Minutes later, there was the sound of hissing water from the rusted shower head. The stream always came out in broken and uneven squirts. It made noises.. and it didn't matter what the hell setting you put the temperature on, you were either burning the skin off your back and balls with the heat, or your lips turned blue from the cold. Always a surprise. Louie winced and grit his teeth when he the water started up, hitting the shower curtain and the porcelain below. He yelped when he got under, shit was hot. Had to do this real quick. He did.. it took all of five minutes to wash the workout off of him. <br><br>&nbsp;Before every match, Louie liked to pay a visit to the higher spirits that be. He didn't really know if she actually <em>could</em> see the future, or if what was saying was all bull shit. He didn't care much either way.. he was a very superstitious lad. Plus, Runa had a pair worth slaying dragons over. So sue him, he was a man. Louie dried himself and dressed. He wore battered red high tops, a pair of distressed knee shorts and a white T-shirt, one without the bib of sweat around the back and chest. His short black hair was raked forward to sit against his forehead, and .. well there wasn't much he could do with his face. The bandages stayed, and made a contradiction of the gold watch he wore. He was italian, he<em> loved</em> gold. A tiny gold crucifix rested on the firm plane of his chest. He gave himself the once over for all of two seconds and collected his bag, a draw string knap sack he carried his mouth gaurd, lucky fight shorts, and training tape in. It bounced against his back when he walked out, making a casual journey to The Occult De Mevielle to see Runa.. see what he was in store for tonight. He was a favorite amongst betters for a reason, he didn't fuck around.. but it was nice to have a little reassurance in the form of a sexy fortune teller to tell you how lucky you were going to get. <br><br>&nbsp;The New York Native didn't take long in closing the distance between Carnies Quarters and Runas tent. He slipped a ruined hand between the tents opening and opened it up, his shadow stretching across the ground when he did this. "Eh Runa, Come ta get some good news from ya again" he said, greeting her with a white smile that touched the ice blue rings of his irises. He sauntered in and waited for her cue.. whether or not she was ready for guests. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 05:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/3c7ce3a9-7b15-4265-b6a0-ce48936225b2_zpscc1f78e7.jpg)</div> Runa let the warm of her tent warm her body. Well at least she said it was the warmth of the tent, it could do with the man she could already feel slipping ever closer to her tent. She had memorized all the different energies of her fellow carnies a long time ago. And Louie certainly had an energy that was all his own. For a moment the hand on her stomach trailed lower teasing the top of her skirt. The man had been the image used for more than one fantasy of hers. Something about being such a strong individual did something for her. Though she had never voice the thoughts in her head. <br><br>As she heard the flaps of her tent move she sat up quickly. Her shall falling away from her head and causing her hair to cascade down around her full frame. <strong>" Come in."</strong>&nbsp; she said scooting to get comfortable once more. <strong>" Louie."</strong>&nbsp; she smiled lightly, <strong>" I could feel you coming. I guess it is time for another reading is it not?" </strong>she asked and waved her hand to the pillows near her.<strong> "Sit please. I know you've probably been working hard all day."</strong> she said having come up on him more than once while he was training and seeing how hard he would push himself. Reaching for her cards as he came in closer and took the same seat he always did. <strong>"Is there anything in particular your wanting to know, or just another reading on your next fight."</strong> she asked knowing and interested about the fact that he so sought out her predictions before a match. He seemed such an unshakable character, but here he was seeking her wisdom. Part of her wondered if it wasn't just him coming to see her. She had certainly been around a few of his fights, though she doubted he ever noticed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 15:39:00</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"></span><div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg)</div> It was hotter then all hell in here, everywhere.. even more so in the dark confines of Runas tent. The set up was very authentic, as Garrick would no doubt have had it any other way. Leave it to The Ring Master to hire this panther of a woman as well, the guy really knew how to pick his help. Louie shot her a confident and disarming grin when she sat up like a shot, leaving Louie with just a fleeting second to wonder what she had been doing seconds before he pushed his ropey frame in. She had invited him in, not one to be cold or snotty and Louie took his place where she ushered. He sat with a a near inaudible grunt, one leg bent at the knee for him to rest his elbow on, the other held crooked out to the side so he could lean back on his wrapped palm. Wild blue eyes were drawn to the loosened falls of hair.. he liked girls with black hair. They weren't uppity like most blondes he met, and red heads were.. well if Sandra was any indication, red heads could be mighty hard to handle once you were finished with them. <br><br>&nbsp;"Ayuh, clock work, right?" he started in. He shifted so he sat with spread knees, the soles of his chuck taylors pressed against one another. His big gnarled hands cupped his knees. Runa had asked him a very good question. He grinned disarmingly and said "Last night Jay sliced my face with a beer can someone threw inta the ring. That was a surprise, and not a nice one. Is it in the stars for me to get the upper hand again is what I wanna know". Before when Louie had come to her he had been younger.. about twenty. He was twenty two now, and the hankering hadn't changed. He liked the company of women, revelled in it, he was an incorrigible skirt chaser.. sometimes he got lucky, sometimes he didn't. It was mostly after a match did the girls start showing enthusiasm, what a bunch of sadists. The thought pulled a cocky grin to the right of his lips though. <br><br>&nbsp;Louie dug into the pocket at his upper thigh and pulled free a crumpled ball of bills, three twenties and one five. He slid her a twenty and lifted a fine eyebrow,&nbsp; rested back on his palms before asking "So tell me gypsy queen, am I in line for another one hit knock out or do I got a different thing comin'?". He knew he was going up against today, a guy roughly his size but considerably lazy when it came to actually training, it seemed. The kid was okay, minus the fact that his jaw was essentially made of paper. He could block and weave all he liked, but once Louie was on someone, he was on them like a rabid sewer rat and <em>never</em>.. <em>let</em>.. <em>up</em>. A common annoyance amongst his opposers, after they had been thoroughly stitched by the loving and oh so gentle hands of the medic..<em> ha-ha</em>. <br>[/size][/color]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>05-03-2013, 20:44:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQFMF5IxcE/TxWCf788KeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cq9tBmP90nY/s1600/Elisha+Cuthbert+Hot+Sexy+03.jpg)</div><br>By the time the knock came to Alice's door, her face was clean and she was sitting one leg propped up. Her hands running along the smooth skin rubbing in a lotion. There times she swore the smell of some of the area's just seeped into your pores. But she did her best to fight that. The lotion had a very light scent of vanilla and honey. It always made her laugh when even Johnny joked about her smelling yummy enough to eat. Glancing to it she tried to remember if she had any planned visitors. She couldn't think of any that were planning on stopping by. Than again with this particular group everyone was everywhere. <br><br>Standing she wiped her hands free of the remaining lotion. Turning the nob slowly she peeked out as she was still in her panties and bra. Her eyes traveled upward and took in the site of Garrick. Standing there with his cane and bright red coat, <strong>" Oh Garrick,"</strong>&nbsp; she said in a softer almost submissive tone. <strong>"Come in..come in."</strong> Slipping back she pulled the door open for him to come in. Not caring if he saw her in her panties as he had seen her much more compromising positions already. Though Alice had wished that she had known he was coming so she could have worn something he would have liked more. <br><br>Quickly turning as he stepped in she reach for her red robe and wrapped it around her body. At least it was something, even if he knew she had just slipped into it after seeing him. <strong>"What brings you my way?"</strong> she asked and turned around. Her eyes meeting his for a moment,<strong> " If I had known you were coming I could have...I don't done something."</strong>&nbsp; she said smiling lightly before letting him take the only chair she had in her room if he wanted too. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 02:07:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/3c7ce3a9-7b15-4265-b6a0-ce48936225b2_zpscc1f78e7.jpg)</div> Runa watched as Louie came into her tent. The tight tank top against his muscled chest reminded her of the few moments she had seen those muscles at work. Most woman would flock to him once he had one his fight, but Runa saw his strength well before than. Though she had kept her own thoughts about him to herself. Louie was a flirt, a lover but not one to love. At least that was what her cards and her own observations had shown her. Still something about him intrigued her.<br><br>Running her fingers through her long dark hair she let him get settled. <strong>"Yes your visits are something I can always count on, and look forward too."</strong>&nbsp; she said her eyes looking him over as he spoke. She had heard that Jay had resorted to cheating. Runa couldn't stand cowardice men. Always resorting to tactics that were beneath any real man to try and win. Still she had know Louie would win and win he did. Though part of her was glad she had not seen that particular fight. Having snuck in to watch a few, though she doubt Louie even knew that. <strong>"If Jay continues to be such a cowered he will end up being eaten alive, or possibly cursed."</strong> she said laughing softly. Leaning forward she handed him the deck of cards to shuffle as she usually did. Resisting the urge to try and sooth his wounds she sat back. <br><br>Taking the money from him she slipped it into her cleavage and out of site. She had once tried to tell him he didn't have to pay her. But he had insisted and she wasn't one to keep harping on a subject. Besides each dollar could get her closer to her goal in the end. Taking the cards back when he felt that they were shuffled enough.Taking a breath Runa closed her eyes and focused her energy. And after a moment she started to lay them out in the pattern he had seen a hundred times before. <strong>" The man your fighting isn't as dedicated, his will is not nearly as strong as yours."</strong>&nbsp; she said watching how the cards fell and pulling from the energy around her. <strong>"He is like a puppet, weak and controlled by someone else. But breakable as any doll."</strong>&nbsp; she said her delicate fingers trailing along the side of one card.<strong> "He will get desperate and want to distract you from your goal. Try and use that to his advantage, don't let him." </strong> she said looking to him as she laid the final card. She was silent for a moment and than simply looked back to the cards,<strong> "Strike hard, strike fast don't let him have the chance to play you. Do this and he will fall like the rest. But he won't be happy about it, so watch your back after it is all done." </strong> she said looking to him,<strong> "And he favors his right beside of an old injury."</strong>&nbsp; she smirked and bit and relaxed a bit more. Knowing that last bit was from she had heard about this newest fighter while she was out and about.<strong> "He doesn't lose gracefully Louie so be careful."</strong>&nbsp; she said her eyes for a moment reflecting true worry before she pulled herself back from it all once more. Her smile returning a bit as she collected her cards. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 06:32:47</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"> </span><div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg)</div> With the opening of the door, Garrick was treated to Alices young, nubile and remarkably flexible body. He pulled into standing straight with finesse, and took a good unabashedly obvious leer at her lithe figure starting from the tips of her toes, traversing the firm outer lines of her thighs and hips.. then of course, the perfect set of her breasts and the blue of her eyes. He could call upon the image a few times he had had her.. and could have her again, if he so chose too. She was a submissive girl.. a <em>good girl</em>. Despite not wearing his favorite shade, being red. He would have her trained eventually, with enough of these surprise visits. <br><br>&nbsp;In one long stride of his spidery legs he followed her gentle ushering and took the seat offered, the best one in the house, the <em>only</em> one. He sat down casually enough, keeping his snake like green eyes fixated on her, temptuous and mirthfully wicked. She had swathed herself in a red robe to make up for her tiny transgression, and maybe it was enough.. if he knew that deep down inside, in the very epicenter of her being, she wanted to be punished one way or the other. His twisted little pretzel, sweet and lovely Alice. What brought him this way, she had asked?. Garrick leaned back in the chair and rocked it back on its hind legs. He held the cloven foot cane between the fork of his vertically striped black and white pants, the long and pointed toes of his boots pointed skyward. He held her blue eyes with a mischevious and jovial smirk on his jesterly lips and touching his irises. <br><br>&nbsp;"I'm pitching for you tonight, <em>mon a mour</em>" he stated plainly, coolly. "Saturday Night is good a night as any to have the best voice for the most bizarre of skin shows" he said merrily, tipping her a sordid wink and treated her to a click of his acid tongue. He chuffed at her apologies, a short and breathy hiss of air. "You'll learn eventually, dear heart. I just adore seeing red on a blonde, I like the<em> contrast</em>" he explained matter of factly, taking a look at his knuckles held a foot away from his face. Behind his stare he was thinking.. he had a number of roustabouts set up a glass box on the main stage.. a series of chains and rope. Best know that if Garrick was involved the show would be most interesting, unsettling and completely engrossing. "I have a few ideas.. I hope you aren;t too squeamish about being crammed into a little glass box, can't be too much of a challenge for you, right?" he asked, sliding green eyes to view her properly and in a sidelong manner.<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br><br><br>[/font]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-03-2013, 20:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQFMF5IxcE/TxWCf788KeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cq9tBmP90nY/s1600/Elisha+Cuthbert+Hot+Sexy+03.jpg) Alice watched as Garrick walked into her room as if it were is own. In fact it really was, everything she had now was because of him. Because he brought her into the Carnival. She in fact owed him so much Alice still had no way of knowing how she would pay him back. So she simply tried her best to please him, even if she was punished at times for her mistakes. Though truth be told even than she welcomed what he gave her. Not that she had shared that with him or anyone as of yet. She wondered if he knew of the few times she had done something just to get him to punish her? Was it wrong to want both praise and punishment from him? Alice never knew if she was just broken or if she was simply better at understanding some things that other people couldn't.<br><br>Her eyes traveled up his long imposing form as he took the only real seat in her room. Some might not find him as imposing or majestic but Alice saw him as ten feet tall and the man with all the power in this world. If she wanted to sit it was the floor or her bed for her. But she didn't mind, she in fact wanted him to have that seat. She'd stand for as long as he wanted her to do so. Standing before him in nothing but her underwear and a robe she listened as he spoke. Thinking of the show, of his voice guiding her and booming over the crowd as she did what he told her. On stage, in front of everyone and anyone. She wondered if he knew how amazingly hot that made her. How his visits always had her aching for more, but she was never so bold as to ask for more than he was willing to give her. Part of her afraid to displease him and be turned away. <strong>"You will?"</strong>&nbsp; she asked the question not needing to be answered. A smile coming to her face, <strong>"I can't wait than."</strong>&nbsp; she said nodding as he described what ideas he had.<strong> "I will make it work, I'll get all stretched out before had and be ready for what ever you want."</strong> Alice said sure she could handle any task he set before her. Well more sure she would try her hardest to accomplish said task. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 18:32:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg]http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg[/url])</div> The whole process was completely bonkers, how she could have known.. well, that was what she was here for right?. The Palooka could entertain for a moment that she wasn't a fraud, he had complete faith in this kind of thing. Fuck anyone who guffawed, why did they think he won most eighty percent of the time?. An endearing grin stitched across his ruined face, blue eyes seeking her out as she worked, spoke to him. Decidedly, Louie enjoyed her voice, the lips that formed the words and how easy breezy she was all the time. Plus, the clingy little bodice of her dress barely covering her ample breasts.. he'd be the biggest liar if he said he didn't find himself catching little glimpses, knowing where he wanted them and wondering how his gnarled hands would carry... <em>calm down, ass hole she's trying to say something</em>. <br><br>&nbsp;Louie leaned in to listen intently, his eyes hard and focused like a student sucking up every last bit of knowledge from a particularly interesting lesson. He gnawed the corner of his thumb nail a few times, one brow raised high. Figured the guy would try to cheat.. no good though, Louie was quite confident and within reason. He was feeling really good about tonight, make a lot of money, pull in a few celebratory drinks after. But he thought he might have had a better idea, now that he thought about it. The boxer watched her lips form the last words '<em>so be careful</em>' " Louie grinned slowly, tipped her a cockney wink. <br><br>&nbsp;"Man, sounds about right ta me. You're (youah) good, thank ya" he said placatingly, being genuine (as he always was) and sincerely in awe and appreciation. He didn't think he was done here yet, so he wasn't about to go bolting off. The fighter bobbed his right chuck taylor up and down as he asked, not without some hesitation under fear that she might actually reject him, "Have I seen you a few times outside a here? I mean by the ring" he paused, smiled one sidedly and with half lidded blue eyes "Pretty sure I have once o' twice. Any plans going anywhere else<em> tonight</em>?".
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>08-03-2013, 20:07:36</strong>
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				(http://[floatright]http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg[/floatright])<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"> Garrick was enjoying the back and forth. He was a great observer of body language, the talent under his rule were completely transparent to him. Being what he was he was particularly good at reading through emotions, and to think that of the times he had Alice, admonished discipline for even the smallest thing (sometimes severely.. sometimes he would take it easy on her or sometimes not at all), that her need for appraisal and for chastising had went unnoticed would have been a mistake. Sometimes it was wanted on his behalf, other wise he really was trying to keep the upper hand here. Garrick toyed the the thick ribbed horn of the ram forming the head of his cane with his gloved thumb back and forth, green eyes drawn to the kittenish blue of her own irises. He simpered at her with his eyes squinted shut for a mere second after she had so kindly said that she <em>couldn't wait</em>.. of course she couldn't. Garricks ego knew no bounds. <br><br>&nbsp;The set up was of course, the main stage, meaning she would be performing as one of the main attractions in The Afficheur for the night. Along with a few others. This was Garricks place most Saturdays, but he tended to leave the pitching to the scores of temporary pitchmen allowed to leave the grounds after The Carnival was closed. Already, it was ten thirty pm, and the girl had an hour and a half.&nbsp; He supposed he could give her the time.. or he could take it all up, make her tardy and take it out on her later. He liked the idea, personally. A little chaos never hurt anyone fatally. <br><br>&nbsp;So there Alice stood before him, obedient and sweet (though to others she could seem a little.. off, a little twisted) he was glad that she was a submissive pretzel when it came to him. Kind of got him ramped up.. but save that for later. In the mean time, a little fore play would do the trick for the moment, would it not?. Garrick combed his fingers through the length of his dark hair and flicked his eyes to meet hers again, a suggestive and lascivious grin crossing his lips. "Feel free to go do it now, <em>ma petite dame</em>.. It's been a while since I've gotten to see that, I've almost forgotten how it looks.." he chided, swinging the cloven foot of his cane to the floor. He tapped it once, lifted it to touch the hem of her robe. "Show me" he stated simply, silkily and with no room for objection. <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 00:59:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQFMF5IxcE/TxWCf788KeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cq9tBmP90nY/s1600/Elisha+Cuthbert+Hot+Sexy+03.jpg)</div>Alice couldn't help but watch every move Garrick made. He always had purpose for everything he did, and no doubt coming here before the show had a point. Though Alice didn't know what it was, than again she normally never did. What he was planning or thinking was normally beyond her. She had learned some things though, what he liked, what caused him to get angry. And that when he said something it was normally never simply a suggestion but an order. Her eyes watched as his strolled up and finally met hers. His squinting had her wondering if she had said something wrong. But she knew well his look of displeasure and he hadn't gotten there yet. <br><br>Her hands flexed at her sides as she looked down to his hands. The hands that had brought her to and through a great many experiences. One would think that Alice would be frightened of him. And truth be told at first she was, but as time past she realized he wasn't like her father and brother. He had much more control than they ever did. Her punishments came when she surely deserved them. And not just because he was bored or wanted to hear her scream. At least that was what she thought, her mind being molded over her time here. Each person twisting and changing her, Garrick taking the lead in the matter back when she first arrived. Some of the others did think she was off, and the guests of the carnival no doubt thought her crazy. But she did her best to push back those voices. <br><br>Watching his fingers comb through her hair she wished that he would do that to her. Always loving when he stroked her hair. She nearly gasped as he swung his cane to the floor. Licking her lips she nodded at his words. Her legs shivered as his cane came up to brush the hem of her robe. It would get in the way so she undid the tie and than slowly let it fall to floor. The vibrant red fabric pooled around her feet, exposing her body to him once again. Alice didn't dare touch his cane as she moved to the carpet in front of him. <br><br>Bending her body body backwards she felt her body protest for only a moment. Her muscles still slightly warmed up from running around earlier. She bent her body in half. But not stopping there she kept bending and brought her head forward between her legs. Her arms coming forward as her hands rested below her chin. To make her position seem almost sweet if not naughty, and to help her keep the position (http://www.crystalkiss.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Contortionist-Gets-Herself5.jpg). Staying like that till he seemed satisfied with what he saw. <br><br>From this position she lowered her chest further to the floor, her hands bracing her body as she did. Her body bending and stretching more and more as she moved. Lowering down to her elbows she widened her stand to accommodate the new position and to balance herself.&nbsp; Her feet staying in front of her shoulders and face as her hands came up to support her head. Her chin resting in her hands as she smiled softly. Again holding the position (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs9/i/2006/031/d/9/Contortionist_by_pirotesse.jpg) she was in till he was satisfied and wished her to move on.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 02:40:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/3c7ce3a9-7b15-4265-b6a0-ce48936225b2_zpscc1f78e7.jpg)</div> Runa smiled as he winked to her. He would no doubt run into what ever situation he came up against head first. Thankfully he had come out on top every time. She had found herself caring for those around her. Some more than others, but she had tried to keep herself from getting to involved. Knowing that sometimes always knowing upset those around her. Some even saw to avoid her, feeling like she was the one making the things in her predictions happen. Simple minds, believed simple things. But not Louie it seemed, no he saw more to her predictions at least. Perhaps that was why he snuck within her thoughts so much?<br><br><strong>"I would hope to be good at this or I would be out of a job. Or worse have Garrick angry at me,"</strong>&nbsp; she said though the idea of it sent a shiver down her spin. Even with him allowing her to stay here. There was something about him that always unnerved her. His energy always seemed to try and swallow those around him. She had yet to use any of her gifts to dig deeper into who that man was. And unless something came up that made her have to, she wasn't going to. <strong>"and we all know how badly that can end."</strong><br><br>As Louie spoke once more Runa blinked, thankful for her tanned skin. Or she would be blushing at that very moment. The idea that he had caught her coming to a few of his matches surprised her. Thinking he was to distracted by the men that he fought and than the woman that threw themselves at him to notice her. She never made a show of it, but Runa did enjoy watching some sports. And his fights were one of those that she enjoyed watching. "<strong>Yes I have been to some of your fights."</strong> she admitted to him. Her nails trailed along her knee as she thought about tonight's fight. <strong>"I was toying with the idea of coming to watch you fight. If I got away from here in time that is." </strong>she said watching his reaction trying to figure out what he thought of her watching. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 04:32:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"></span><div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/IMG_0055_zps847d54c3.jpg)</div> Garrick knew with a sure handeverything and every one who worked under his rule, Alice was no different.. he didn't play favorites (he was incapable of<em> favorite</em>) but he did have others he would visit frequently.. Alice being one of them and the display she was about to put on was a clear enough reason as to why. So, Garrick watched her progress, and with growing interest. Once he had pushed so lightly at the robe she wore, she obediently stripped it from her body and he was again treated to the naked form of the&nbsp; contorting clown girl. Vivid green eyes shamelessly roved her figure, indulging in the soft lines and curves her countenance offered. Her physical reactions to the proximity werent lost on him, he could gather that she most likely wanted some kind of.. physical relation. But Garrick was quite the sadist. He might like to watch her squirm a little, and besides.. the show was to begin soon. Work first, play later. <br><br>&nbsp;Garrick leaned back in his seat and splayed his knees out wide, facing Alice as her body began to bend. His eyes were first drawn to her nipples, her chest slowly descending backwards, his vision then pulled to her naval disappearing. A swatch of brightly colored fabric spread out, her lean thighs staying there place.. impressive! She never failed to impress. Surprise, was a little hard to come by for The Ring Master, but to appreciate the work she did.. well he could manage that. He ran his tongue across his tooth enamel as her head raised between her knees, looking oh so demure with her expression.. not a trace of struggle or ungraceful manuevering. And god damn that pose of hers, holding her chin in her hands like that..<em> good one, girly you get a point but we aren't finished yet</em>... He lifted a brow, looked her in the eyes searingly and with lids half cast over his vision as his gloved fingers curled and flexed over the rams horn serving as the head of his cane. "Very good, Alice Mon amour" he cooed, his tone could have been mistaken for patronizing, but it deceived the thoughts skittering across the forefront of his brain and behind his eyes. How long had it been now, since he had gotten her all turned around? Perhaps too long. He stamped the floor lightly with the cloven foot of the walking stick and inhaled deep through his nostrils, barely audible over her music. <br><br>&nbsp;Seamlessly, she eased herself into her next contortion.. elbows on the floor, toes pointed to proportions only a ballerina could even dream of. But a ballerina was too prissy, too closed.. too sure. Alice was to be pulled in all directions, bent but never broken. Garrick watched her intently, lifting both finely groomed brows underneath a placating pout. A grin cracked his lips in two and he stood, tall and jesterly before her bent frame. He huffed a little as he pulled a gold pocket watch from the inside of his tail oat. He clicked his tongue and situated the wrist watch back into its rightful place before bringing the foot of the cane in his hand to sweep gently under the arc her spine made, grinning huge and wickedly when he tapped the curve of her butt with it, just once. "I've seen enough... get ready, I'll be waiting for you in The Afficheur.. be early, and you won;t go unrewarded" he said finally. Long and scissoring strides of his legs, and the sudden open and shut of her door.. he was gone. <br><br>&nbsp;The Afficheur would be opening in exactly thirty minutes. [/font]<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 21:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg)</div> &nbsp;If his smile could have gotten bigger, it would have. He smiled like a celebrity, proud and appraised when she didn't deny that she had in fact been around once or twice (that he could remember seeing her). He didn't always wonder as to why, there were a few other carnies who liked to stop by and make a little extra money after their showing. He highly doubted Runa was one to bet though, even if she obviously could and would probably make a ton extra.. yeah, she was very good. In fact Louie even thought that he might have been cheating by seeing her all the time, but if the others weren't.. then they were idiots, plain and simple. He chuffed in response to the mention of Garrick. "Yeah he's a wierdo.. heard some horrah stories.. scary guy" he trailed off.<br><br>&nbsp;Movement of her hand with her careful answer caught his attention, the pad of her finger running along the skin of her leg. Looked pretty smooth, looked like she took care of it. He could appreciate that. Blue eyes flicked back up to meet her gauging vision. The fighter straightened his place and leaned forward on his elbows, connected to the spread of his knees. "Figured I did.. Don' wanna toot my own horn, thinkin' you were there to watch lil' ol' <em>me</em>" he teased unabashedly. After fights, depending on how badly he had been banged up, he would either go straight to the medic (a scary bastard that belonged no where near the injured, in Louies opinion) or straight to wherever the nearest gaggle of girls were hanging around, all driven by the testoserone, reacting to their natural biological attraction to the alpha male in the moment. 'does that hurt?' 'How did it feel?', same questions different voices, even a puppy like Louie could begin to recite the words verbatim until he could get those bodies plastered to his front, against the nearest brick wall till they couldn't stand to make out anymore. Maybe this time, he would catch Runa before she scurried off like the mysterious gypsy queen she was, leaving him in the dust to track her down like a grey hound to a flag the next day, in this exact same spot. <br><br>&nbsp;"But I don' think I ever actually see ya after. What'dya say we take this to the next level?" he asked, raising a jagged eyebrow with exaggerated coyness and continued, before he could be construed as a pig "You can schmooze around with me a lil', before my bed time". His heart wasn't necassarily going a mile a minute, but he was anticipating a brush off. Bring it.. he'd be back again tomorrow to try again. Guy was like a weeble wobble, persistent as all hell and never fell down.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 05:58:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/5f8b137e-2986-4bb8-b548-e6eaaca53a76_zps8d99c7e7.jpg)</div> Sandra could have guessed, that of all nights, a Saturday... Wayne would go and fuck himself up one way or the other. Not his fault, he was mentally handicapped and shared the same thought processes as a ten year old. She couldn't be mad with him for that... but the situation itself, was aggravating. She figured she had maybe thirty minutes to get show ready and The mongoloid had cut his hand, hard and deep with a butcher knife right across the skin of his placidly pale palm whilst being a very nice kid and washing her dishes. Sandra leaned over his stout figure, red waves falling in tendrils over her face and shoulders as she dabbed at the cut with a wet rag. He was making throaty wails from closed lips, sobbing a little and she did try to shush him with gentle cooes (about as gentle as she could manage, being royally anxious and about ready to go..) but it came time to face facts.. he was going to need stitches and couldn't very well take himself there to get it done. Sandra furrowed her dark brows and straightened into standing, her manicured hands fastened to the concave of her waist covered in nothing at all. She wore strictly casual for now.. she was last to go on, almost always, and had lots of time to get ready in the dressing room. She had a red leather duffel bag heaped by her door with her work gear inside, all ready to go even if she wasn't. The red head reached out and took Waynes chin into her palm, bent at the hips and clicked her tongue. "So we have a little problem, we need to take to the d-o-c-t-o-r" she said, smiling disarmingly with dimpled and tanned cheeks so he wouldn't flip his shit. It helped, and he didn't.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;Sandra had made Wayne hold a cloth to his hand as they walked.. many waved and said hello to him, he was a fixture in The Incroyable Parc and many had a hand in taking care of him. Being a moving target (literally, kids shot paint balls at him as a <em>game</em> during the day), most carnies felt the human sympathy that went along with it. Sandra liked him well enough... as much as she could, at least. Not like the two were having any particularly riveting conversations but he wasn't coherent enough to ever be a threat to her, so she could stand his company and he seemed to like hers. Maybe the best relationship she had ever had with a man in her life. The two went back and forth, him asking her questions and occasionally 'accidentily' copping a feel of her high backside wrapped in second skin leather pants. That earned him a smack across the knuckles, milked a tiny painless whelp from him in the process. This went on until the three red and white tents became visible, and he had started to drag his feet. He still followed her though, right up until they passed the entrance of the middle tent, where it was relatively quiet.. not too much action before any of the shows. Mostly after, was when the real drama began and accidents were had. <br><br>&nbsp;Sandra shuffled in on flat heeled slouchy boots, dark blue eyes seeking out the imposing figure of Charles Bomban, a secretive little grin touching the upper most corners of her flirtaciously pouty mouth and hitting her eyes. Wayne was afraid of him, and no one really had to ask why. The Medic was an intimidating figure, one of a few here who really piqued her interest with the way he <em>looked</em>.. she tended to veer toward the more freaky sort. If Sandra ever needed medical attention, she damn well made sure she was looking particularly <em>bangable</em>.. but tonight, she was less prepared so.. them's the breaks.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 02:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1EQFMF5IxcE/TxWCf788KeI/AAAAAAAAAb4/cq9tBmP90nY/s1600/Elisha+Cuthbert+Hot+Sexy+03.jpg)</div>Alice found herself bending and exposing her body and it's talents to Garrick with ease. In fact he had been the one to really discover her little talent. When on of his visits led to having her in a rather unique position. Alice moved with a sense of grace to her, one which many wouldn't imagine she had. More than one person writing her off as some crazed beauty. <br><br>Her heart quicken as she posed for him, her body stretching and aiming to please him with her progress. There were times she secretly sought his punishments. But even more so she wished to please him. Knowing that some found that pathetic, and unsure of why it was so important to her. Did that make her broken? Or did she simply have a better understanding of all that was about her? She could not think of that now as she watched his green eyes linger and roam over her supple young body. The tingle that ran down her spine was not from the way she had it bent. But from the memories that ran through her mind as those almost sinister or hungry eyes took her in. His words of affection made her smiled. Soft and sweet she looked up to him,<strong> 'Thank you.' </strong> she said his words making her feel warm. She could not see or know the darker thoughts behind those words. But truth be told she may not have cared either. <br><br>Still she moved and bent for him again, watching him stand and glide over to her body. Licking her lips as he came close to her prone form. Shivering as his cane worked along her back. The one smack causing her to gasp a bit. Her whole body clenching in anticipation of more. But than he spoke about getting ready for the show and her smile faded. She had to fight to hold back the groan that wanted to come. Not wanting to chance losing her reward. Only able to nod as he left, and only moving to stand once he left her room. <br><br>Alice stood there only a moment as she caught her breath. She needed to get ready; being late was not an option. Garrick would see giving her a punishment that wasn't as pleasant as some if she were. Red, yes if he was to lead her she would wear red. He would want nothing less from her. So she chose a red short jumper. (http://www.aliexpress.com/item-img/Free-Shipping-2012-red-Siamese-backless-sexy-hip-package-dress-model-stage-show-dress-YCF011/638826978.html#) Though there wasn't much to it as most of the middle was cut away. It fit her frame perfectly and hugged her like a second skin. But still allowed her to move and bend as she needed to. Not wearing a bra she simply put pasties over her nipples and slipping into a pair of red panties. She pulled on her outfit and slipped some skin colored booties onto her feet. She kept her makeup simple yet appropriate for the show. Having to wear a great deal for her clown costumes, she chose a smoky eye and a lush red lip. Becoming the late nights show temptress draped in red. Finishing off the look quickly by simply pulling her hair back away from her face. <br><br>Alice looked herself of over in the long floor length mirror she had and smiled. Happy with what she saw Alice slipped out of her room and down to the show tents ready and eager for what ever was going to happen tonight. Happily waving to those she passed. But not wasting any time getting there as Garrick had told her to arrive early<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 03:16:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v209/darkglitch/3c7ce3a9-7b15-4265-b6a0-ce48936225b2_zpscc1f78e7.jpg)</div> <br>Runa watched as a smiled grew on Louie's face. Knowing that she had watched him fight seemed to please him. The Cheshire cat that just realized Alice did in fact believe the tale he spun. As he mentioned Garrick she nodded, <strong>"I have as well. But he isn't why we are both here." </strong> she said looking Louie over. Watching as his aura shifted giving away his arousal and intrigue even more. It seemed he didn't just come by for her fortunes after all. Though of course part of her knew that much already. But Runa tried to ignore it, to allow things to happen as they would. For once she just wished to be surprised by something or someone. <br><br>Smiling as he spoke once more, <strong>"Is it silly for me to worry even if I have seen the outcome? But yes I have watched your fights, I like...need a strong man. I like watching them work as well."</strong> she asked looking him over as he sat before her. The care free man that he was shown brightly in that breif moment. Runa knew there was more than a womanizing brute fighter within him. Even if that was what he showed the world most days. There had to be more as he came here and sought her wisdom before every fight. The question was would he ever let her see the man she could see in the cards. Or would he simply strive to have her be one of those quick fucks he tossed aside after a fight. Runa was a woman of passion and heat, sensation and teasing titillation. And it had been some time since she had given into her more carnal needs. There was no way she would settle for a simple quickie where she was left wanting. <br><br>She shook her head, <strong>"I find most everyone rather busy else where most times. So I simply slip out and head back to my tent after the fights." </strong> she said thinking of him. Either he would be to beat up or to busy having sex with one groupie or another to pay much attention to her. Though his words caught her attention, <strong>'Next Level?"</strong> she asked her hands trailing of the next card in her deck.<strong> "I don't really need to schmooze, those that want me tend to find their way to me.' </strong> she said looking at him and pulling a card from the deck. She looked at it and smirked a bit before laying it face down on the carpet in front of her. <strong>"I will come to your fight. From there we will see what happens. Perhaps fate will manage to surprise me." </strong> she said agreeing to attend his fight but not promising more. She would truly see if her prediction was right. Or if fate was a more fickle mistress then she remembered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 06:24:22</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i1354.photobucket.com/albums/q682/Elly-Mae_Hall/e574d4d6-52f5-4880-aa72-7e521103b0f4_zps415fee98.jpg)</div>The tough customer ahead of her was listening very closely to the words she spoke, blue eyes reflecting the thought process as he deciphered. She said she didn't just<em> like</em>.. she <em>needed</em> a strong man. She had also caught him by the scruff of the neck verbally, with the way she stated that some might have been too busy to seek her out. This is what he had gotten from it, and he caught himself flushing a little at the apples of his cheekbones, thoroughly pounded by fist most days and nights. His smile had dissolved just the tiniest bit, softened actually. No need to go grinning like a predator. She would get enough of that in The Afficheur, the risks of being female in a place like that, she must have known by now.<br><br>&nbsp; Yet she still agreed to come, and in a word told him that he could damn well <em>find</em> her if he wanted to see her, show a little more initiative. A slow and single nod indicated that yeah.. he could be down for that. She wasn't going to be one of the girls flinging their tits over the rope only once Louie had his knees crushing into the backs of his opposers elbows. Louie couldn't recall a time he had met anyone else like that before. Louie ran his blunt fingers through the short length of his black hair and regarded Runa's exotically feline expression with a sidelong and humbled stare over a crooked smile. "You've got a real way with words, Runa.." he stated in that jaunty New Yorker accent as his posture fixed itself, confident and sure in nature.<br><br>&nbsp;"Well I take it ya already know where to find me.. I'm on in about thirty" he said, getting up smoothly to his feet to stand and promptly stretch out the tight cords of muscle burning under his shirt. "Lookin' forward to seeing ya, really. Now that I know ya ain't bettin' on my sorry behind" he cracked coolly, placating her by reaching out with a palm skyward as he descended closer to the tent flaps leading outside again, into the night. "When I'm all patched up I'll come find ya" he said finally, offering his exit with a familiar wave of his gnarled hand. <br><br><br>[/color]
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koekje</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 09:21:20</strong>
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				Girias had spent his morning and day treating various smaller wounds or problems the other carnies had occurred. He enjoyed treating them, not only because he enjoyed treating people while covered in blood, but also because of the insane stories the other employees shared with him. Always a good laugh. It had been a while since anyone last came in and there were no more scheduled medical consultations planned for the day. <br><br>He spent most of the afternoon reading, various books on all possible subjects. The mask he wears to cover the left side of his face has an incredibly tight fitting. Most of the times he wears it, only to relax he took it off to let the skin and the scar tissue breath a little. When he heard the scrapings of boots on his floor he looked up from his book. He didn't put his mask back on, especially not when he noticed who came in.<br><br>A smile decorated Girias' face as he recognized Sandra and Wayne. He closed the book and slammed it on his desk, causing a loud bang, hoping to scare Wayne. Standing up caused him to shove his chair back and let him walk around his desk an approach the two visitors. He hadn't changed his scrubs since he helped someone who had cut their arm and caused Girias' scrubs to be covered in blood. Silly people, cutting your major arteries is a stupid thing to do. Being as tall as he was, he loomed over Wayne, putting on a big grin.<br><br>"Tell me, little Wayne, what can the Doctor do for you today? Oh, I can already see. Don't worry, my little boy, I will Treat you. Get on that stretcher and be quick about it. From the look of your face you seem to have already lost quite some blood. We wouldn't want our little Mongoloid to bleed out, now do we?"<br><br>He laid his hand on Wayne's shoulder and pushed him off in the direction of the stretcher. He smiled at Sandra, the scars and other tissue in the scarred part of his face twisted and twitched when he spoke to her. He moved while talking, gathering up the necessary tools and supplies to start treating the wound.<br><br>"What's the show you're playing tonight, Sandra? Things are slow, I must just come and peep at you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Always</strong> on <strong>19-03-2013, 19:01:14</strong>
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				(http://[floatright]http://s1354.photobucket.com/user/Elly-Mae_Hall/media/5f8b137e-2986-4bb8-b548-e6eaaca53a76_zps8d99c7e7.jpg.html?sort=3&amp;o=6[/floatright]) Dark blue eyes latched onto the imposing and lengthy figure of their capable medic.. he had his mask off. Wayne had whimpered his disapproval, but Sandra held strong and consistently flirty.. a little scars shmars, better then having three eyes or a horn, after all. A loud bang resonated, Wayne did indeed jump and pretty soon with a little posturing on behalf of the girias, Wayne was being lead away.&nbsp; Sandra followed obediently, naturally a little protective.. Girias sure chose a hell of a way to get the kids attention, if he was trying to scare him then he was doing a damn fine job. Wayne looked over his shoulder with big gray eyes&nbsp; fearful and questioning. He lacked the coherence to form questions most nights, so Sandra just twisted her face disarmingly and waved a hand. That was enough to sate the guy, at least as he was being herded to the stretcher. <br><br>&nbsp;Girias had made a suggestion.. one she really couldn't agree more with. "If you did, I wouldn't blame you" she chided, looking at her finger nails in a way that could have been considered vainly. She smiled cockily and placed her hands on her hips, watching Girias fuss over the mongoloid. Doctors had skilled hands, she could gander that well enough. "Might even welcome it a little, I mean I've been trying so damn hard to impress you all these months.." she said, grinning from ear to ear and maybe joking a little at an innappropriate time, what with Wayne flinching and going through allthe motions of a scared puppy. <br><br>&nbsp;The red head stood where she was, placed firmly behind and a little off to the side of Girias working hands. She watched his brows, the unmasked and scarredside as well as the smooth flesh on the other side. He was awfully unselfconscious of the thing, and good on him. Sandra bit her lower lip speculatively and made reassuring eye contact with Wayne for every few seconds. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Devils Carnival// Open and Accepting//</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Koekje</strong> on <strong>20-03-2013, 09:59:34</strong>
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				Girias held the poor boy by his wrist and locked Wayne's arm between Girias' arm and side. A series of instruments lay on a platter next to him. He wrapped a series of thick gauze on the wound while he used his free hand to grab a syringe from the platter and take in some anesthetic fluid. When fully filt he showed the needle in front of him, flicked it several times to get all the air out. He shoved the needle skillfully in a vein that had popped up because of the force he applied to his arm. <br><br>"Well then, Sandra, once I'm done with this I guess I can close the clinic for a tidbit and come to your show. I'll even wear the mask so as to not have everyone stare at me instead of at you and your wonderfully anatomic perfect body."<br><br>He grabbed a needle, some thread and started closing up the wound, lessening the bloodloss. As he was sewing up the wound he returned his look to Sandra and grinning, causing the burn scars to twist and crack. He loved it when she bit her lip, it made her looks so deliciously sexy. 
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