The Trick Show [Sho and Lindra]
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				Title: <strong>The Trick Show [Sho and Lindra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-04-2009, 22:01:14</strong>
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				<br>"The weather is just so gloomy. What the hell are in these crates, anyways?"<br><br>"What'd you say? And no idea...no idea what's in the crates. Just stop complaining and move them."<br><br>"It's gloomy. Like, gloom?"<br><br>"Oh. Yeah...shit, these are heavy..."<br><br>-<br><br>That had been the start of it. He had heard the words halfway through a trip to a country he didn't know, sealed up inside a big wooden box that smelled like sawdust and the ocean. He managed to snap it open to relieve himself when he heard no one around, but otherwise sat in his little box, snacking at the dried fruits that he had stuffed into a huge bag. Inside the box was a trunk, and him. Just sitting there, tucked up on top of himself like some sort of contortionist.<br><br>"Gloom, gloom, gloom..." he hummed the word under his breath, picking at the last fresh peach he had. He would miss them. Miss his home country. Miss the swaying, flowering branches and clear water that he had grown up around, miss the soaring hillsides and dusty paths that he had played upon as a child.<br><br>It was time to get out, though. His village wasn't the place for him.<br><br>For a sack full of peppers, a trader had sealed him up in this crate, and off he had gone.<br><br>It was a month later when he finally arrived, just wandering the city. It hadn't taken him but a few hours to get to the edge of town from the ports, trailing off to the dirty fields of scrubby grass where the circus was situated. His thick leather trunk bumped along behind him, stopping every few minutes to catch his breath. It was all that he had, so he tried to be careful, but standing at a whopping five foot two he could barely lift it from the ground. He dragged it, leaving a wide dusty swath behind him, the one tattered handle of rope that trailed from the end clutched in a hand.<br><br>He had used seawater to wash before he got off the boat, and smelled faintly of jasmine. It clung to what drew the most stares, a faint scent lingering on the rich silk draped over his body, parting and folding back to reveal even more riotous colors. He wore what appeared to be a kimono, with the long sleeves trailing, made of a thick black silk embroidered all over. Golden cranes marched up the back with a brilliant red belt holding it closed, the belt merely a thick stretch of silk folded over in the back to mingle with the gold robe that peeked out from under the black. He looked up, finally stopping when he saw dusty silk tents and a rickety sign.<br><br>Nervous but exhausted at the same time, he dragged in his trunk, biting his bottom lip. A clown, a dirty man with too much fat and not enough muscle, pulled him aside. Questioning him, jostling him, until he finally understood that the young man wanted work. He led the boy towards his boss' quarters, and Gloom could see he was nervous. What would this boss be like?<br><br>Trunk still bumping along the ground though his slim arms were growing tired, Gloom dragged his trunk to where the boss was, clinging to it.<br><br>"Boss, y'got a new worker. Pretty. 'E's right 'ere." With a rough shove, Gloom was suddenly presented. "Name's Gloom, or somethin like 'at..."<br><br>Gloom walked forwards, tentative. He looked up, briefly. Face a slender heart shape, his skin was utterly white and unmarked, lips a full cupids bow. With his long, almond-shaped eyes and the lashes that brushed his high cheekbones, he was more than clearly not from around here. A commodity, a rarity, something not to be found elsewhere. Shy, also. His dark eyes tilted upwards, and there was a coolness on top of the nerves making his small hands tremble slightly, not only from exhaustion. "I'm Gloom." Voice smooth and mellow, no hint of an accent from anywhere. His hair was what was most spectacular. Falling to the small of his back, it was pulled back into a long tube of inky, jet black. Dark as his eyes, his hair whipped forwards when he was shoved, falling out of the slim silk tie and around him into a long curtain of darkness. Made to be grabbed and pulled at.<br><br>The dirty, common clown tried to take the trunk and he yanked at it, nearly falling over. "Mine," He whispered, voice still soft, nervous. "I can sing," he murmured, "And do tricks. Acrobatics. Can I work here?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trick Show [Sho and Lindra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lindra</strong> on <strong>16-04-2009, 09:59:01</strong>
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				He always thought how it was funny that everybody called him, 'boss,' when the real boss was out doing god knows what, while he ran the circus in almost every way. Jasper wore a worn looking unbuttoned silk shirt, with his own brazen colors in a harlequin's diamond pattern with a pair of nicely fitted black slacks that also showed some signs of having been used, but looked fantastic under the stage lights, which is all that mattered at the end of the day. Or any other time, here in this place.&nbsp; He had spiky, longish black hair that stuck up in all directions, and it looked as if he had neglected to shave this morning. <br><br>He leaned forward in his chair, taking his feet off of the desk and placing his elbows on there instead, arching an eyebrow and examining this boy very, very closely. The clown was right, he was pretty. On that note, very fun to have around if he survived the general community of the performers. With a nod to the clown who was, for all intensive purposes a henchman, and he left the room.&nbsp; Jasped looked at this boy again, "Yes, you can work here." his own lips curling into a cruel half-smile, "You may want to enlist the services of somebody to vouch for you. You don't look like much of a fighter, I know these people well and you could be dead within a week."&nbsp; Jasper was a strange one, having grown up in this surrounding, he could be as viscious and perverse as the best of them, but he also could be quite charming when he wanted. That's probably how he got to be in any position resembling a 'leader.'&nbsp; "I run this place, nobody would mess with you if I was the person vouching for you," standing up and leaning against the wall behind him, a confident smirk carving his rugged features as he crosses his muscled arms over his broad chest, "You just may not like the price."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Trick Show [Sho and Lindra]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-04-2009, 00:14:15</strong>
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				Gloom looked up at Jasper, taking in his offer for a few moments before looking out at the rugged clowns milling about outside; he watched them spit and toss cigarette butts on the ground. A few looked up at the trailer Jasper was in, obviously discussing the newcomer. A cruel grin split the face of an older, more scarred clown, and he made a rather lewd gesture suggesting what the new boy would be good for. Face smooth and relatively unaffected given the fact that his heart was beating as fast as a jackrabbit's, he looked up at Jasper. At barely five foot two, Jasper easily towered over the tiny Gloom. <br><br>"I...guess that's alright. Deal. I'll accept your protection." <br><br>He was exhausted, hungry, and wanted nothing more than to sit down for a little bit. "Since I can stay here, is there somewhere that I can get something to eat? I don't have any money...just this trunk." He watched Jasper, voice only faintly accented with a hint of a British lilt indicating how he might have learned his English. "I'll do whatever you want me to do to earn your protection," He said, a bit uncertain about what he was agreeing to, "But can I eat first? Please?"<br><br>He watched Jasper, intrigued by the man, mostly because he was such an attractive man. He was strong and seemed to be fairly intelligent. Having Jasper standing up for him seemed like it would be a good thing in such a dirty place. Maybe he could even be a helper for Jasper...a glorified lackey. He would be more than willing to accept the power of such a position at the sacrifice of his pride. In order to have a place to stay and food to eat he would do a lot of things.
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