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Damia Astre

"You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough."

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a character in “The Circus”, as played by Emily3456

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Real Name: Clara Ann Cardy
Stage Name: Damia Astre (Untamed Star)
Age: 21
Role: Tiger Tamer
Sexuality: Sapiosexual





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Appearance:
Clara isn't like normal girls, and that would be why she joined the Circus. She never fit in anywhere she went, and she always had a deep love for animals, so when she was sixteen, she ran away. Unlike normal girls, she doesn't wear too much make up or dress in skirts, in fact you would be lucky to see her in dress. Most of the time, when she does wear makeup, she'll be seen with heavy eyeliner, some mascara, and bright lipstick, and the clothes that she does wear is mostly leather, she'll also be seen in jeans and sweaters that are five times too big for her, but on show nights, she'll be need in her normal outfit which includes a pair of black shorts, a black corset, a bright crimson leather jacket, black and red stripped leggings, and black boots that got up to her mid calf, along with a black top hat, gloves with the fingers cut out, and a red and black ask, because most of the time she likes to add some mystery into her performance.

Clara's hair is rather short, but not too short that she can put it up into a small bun or pony tail in the back of her head, the only down side through is that most of the time her upper layers wont stay up and so they end up hanging down, framing her face. When other people see her around after show hours, she'll be seen with her tigers most of the time, Simon and Feral will follow her nearly everywhere, but not as much as Ciel, who normally has a seat upon her shoulder. Damia wont go anywhere that he tigers wont go. It's her personal rule.





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Likes:
The Circus
Her Tigers
Friends
Preforming
Climbing things
Singing
Dancing
Drawing
Sushi
Silence
Small Dogs/Anything Cute
Alcohol


Dislikes:

Bright Lights
Annoying Sounds
Alarm Clocks
Her Family
Puking
Drugs
Rudeness
Burnt Food
Certain Dogs
Judgmental People
Cheep Jeans(they bug her)
School

Fears:
Something happening to her Tigers
Going back Home
Large Dogs/Wolves
Leaving No Mental Mark on The World

Personality:
Clara is the kind of girl who stands up for what she believes in. She doesn't let others push her around, and does what she wants, when she wants. She's headstrong, with as much willpower as an Ox has strength. Some say she was born a natural leader, but she disagrees whole heartily, she doesn't want to be a leader of anything or anyone except herself, she doesn't want to end up responsible for something that happens to someone else ever again.

Damia, though headstrong, is not the kind of person who enjoys human interaction. She prefers to be left to herself, only allowing those who have taken the time to get under her skin, to get anywhere near her. She's strong and smart, capable of making decisions and carrying them out precisely, as well as backing up her choices against anyone who would dare to oppose her. She can speak to a crowd and captivate everyone's full attention, but she has a little trouble with the one-on-one interaction, through she doesn't like to interact with large crowds, it's not avoidable most times, the only time she will interact with large crowds is when she is preforming, and that's only because she has her Tiger with her. Should she do something for you, don't thank her. She'll merely say it had to be done and wave it off. She hides inside herself, preferring to be alone, than to get close to someone and get hurt. She never really had a family that she loved until she joined the cirque, she hates her actual family, but loves the family that adopted her with a passion.

She's spent years building a hard-rock emotional shell for her to hide herself in, and isn't about to let anyone ruin that. She's a hard person to understand. Ninety percent of the time, her sarcastic mouth and, often hurtful, jokes are complete bullshit. She doesn't truly mean half the things she says. Though, usually most people don't understand this and get fed up with her instantly, seeing her as nothing more than a cocky, wanna-be bad ass. This means her protective walls are doing their job. It's the people who actually take the time to decipher what she's really trying to say, that she let's get to her. Despite all this though, Damia is incredibly caring. She takes care of the people she cares about secretly in a tender manner, loving each one of them as a mother would love her child or as a sister would love another sibling.

Damia is very tough, and it's hard to earn her trust. Most of the time, if someone wants to gain her trust, she has to know she can be happy around them, that she can put her life in their hands and they wont end up letting her down. Often she isn't at the front of the group but rather at the back watching and learning far more than you would think. She has always been able to read people and see things about them that others can't. She is quick witted and willing to speak the truth when no one else will, she has a knack for showing the harder side of life that people want to ignore. Most people take notice of when she butts into a conversation, since she more than likely has something important to say, but she'll only say something important if she thinks it's worth while.

Damia is a firm believer in the idea that scars never go away, that time cannot heal everything. This goes is part of the mindset she has that people need to face there problems and that it is by doing this that they can grow as a person. Never being one to shy away when problems arise up her direct and no nonsense attitude in life makes it so that she very rarely has an issue that is not dealt with quickly. She is really smart, and she tends to speak her mind freely and if she offends someone by what she says she always points out that its only offending because they know it's true. She doesn't like to be pushed about or bossed so she stands up for herself and her friends because she believes that if your going to pick on someone, you should be per-paired for what would happen next.

She is very imaginative, creative, and extremely crafty. She likes to think out of the box, no matter how ridiculous her ideas are. She's very blunt, in your face, and can border on rude because she will not hold anything back. She often gets that sarcastic and witty look like she's about to mess with you, but if she doesn't know you and doesn't know if she can trust you, she wont. She is extremely good at lying and fibbing and shes mostly and extremely, painfully, stubborn. However, if you should ever, ever get past that side of her, you'll see someone who wishes they could trust others, but try's to avert from doing so. When she helps someone, she helps them in a natural way, making it seem like she did it cause she had to. When angered, she'll simply glare or just walk away. She hates to be around crowded areas and prefers to be alone most of the time.. She's distrustful, but all around nice on the surface to nearly everyone. Though she doesn't stand for any injustice, she understands that the world is often filled with injustice, and there isn't much she can do about it. Words are rare when it comes to Damia, since she doesn't really like to speak to anyone she doesn't know, but when she trusts someone, she trusts them with her life.





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History:
Ever since she was a child, Clara wasn't normal. Her parents always wanted her to be like her older sister or even her younger brother. Of course they were the perfect apple pie family with a hard working dad and a mom her stays at home all day and cleans and watches the kids, her siblings were both all A students, both part of the school council, and so smart they could have been teaching the classes, Clara was different, the French side of her came out more, and unlike her siblings, she engaged in it, she learned how to speak French on her own, and allows her ascent to come out more than her parents approve of, not to mention her love for the wild life animal, the Tiger. Ever since she was little she loved the animal, she obsessed over it, her parents constantly bashed her because instead of being as smart as a teacher, she was smarter she always pointed out their flaws in a lesson, black talked, and never did the work, the was the main reason she was failing school, and because of this, her parents took their violence out on her.

She learned to hate school and her family, to her they were one in the same, other than the fact they didn't beat her at school, only at home, it wasn't until she snuck out one night with the small groups of friends she had to go to a passing circus. She had fallen in love with it all right away, but the thing she loved the most was the Tiger act. An older man had the tigers perfectly tamed. After the show, on the way out, she told her friends that she had left her bag behind and needed to go get it, so they all left, and she went to the man. After expressing her love for Tigers, the man agreed to take her in and train her how to tame them. Clara had ran home, backed a bag, left and note, and then, she ran away with the circus. The man taught her everything she knows now, and when he passed away, he had given her Simon and Feral to take care of, along with Ciel as a parting gift. He was the one to come up with her stage name, he told her that the first part was because she was untamed, and that she always would be, and the second part was because when she got out on that stage, she shinned like a star. Through the past haunted her, all of the times her parents had beaten her, told her she was worthless, bu she tries to keep it in the back of her mind. or she'll have a break down like the first time someone asked her about her past.



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Other:
She doesn't like to be away from her Tigers for a very long time, and because of that she practices new tricks all of the time with her Tigers. Because she is in the Main tent a lot, just playing and messing around with her Tigers and a lot of the other member's from the Circus like to come down and watch her, and sometimes she'll put on a little performance for them all, it really helps her get ready for the real show and she loves just lounging around and playing with her Tigers, sometimes she'll even help others when it comes to fears of large cats or animals by asking them to help her. All three of Clara's tigers can be seen around her almost all of the time, they are very tam and know better than to attack anyone with her permission, she loves her Tigers with all of her hear and couldn't imagine life without them.

Damia is French, that's easy to see by her stage name and her accent, when she is angry she'll speak in french, and when she is drunk her accent will become heavier until people can barely tell what she is saying, other times when she speaks french is mostly just for fun or to confuse people, or for when she does her acts, since her Tigers and Tamed with French words.

Theme Song(s):
Florance and the Machine: Heavey In Your Arms
I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms

And is it worth the wait
All this killing time?
Are you strong enough to stand
Protecting both your heart and mine?

Who is the betrayer?
Who's the killer in the crowd?
The one who creeps in corridors
And doesn't make a sound

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

My love has concrete feet
My love's an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I'm so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms
I'm so heavy, heavy
So heavy in your arms

This will be my last confession
I love you never felt like any blessing
(Ohhhh)
Whispering like it's a secret
Only to condemn the one who hears it
With a heavy heart

Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms
(i'm so) Heavy heavy i'm so heavy in your arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
my beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown

I was a heavy heart to carry
But he never let me down
When he had me in his arms
My feet never touched the ground

I'm so heavy, heavy in your arms.

Heavy, i'm so heavy in your arms.


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So begins...

Damia Astre's Story

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Image"Oui, brillant comme toujours," Her words made him feel good about what he was doing. Ghost was just trying to impress the Wanna-Be's for whatever reason it was, he wanted to be liked and let them know he expected them even though some of the others may not. He hasn't realized until now that even though he wasn't very open that they would never know, meaning if he wanted to make someone think he was more friendly it would be best to talk to one of them, but that's not really what he wanted. It was time for him to open up more, but the didn't deserve the openness, the old carnies did for being around him so long, but he couldn't just open up like that to all of them so soon. I'll start with you small tamer. He thought to himself about Damia, she seemed kind and tried to help him. He didn't trust her all that well, but if he couldn't talk to the one he wanted to she would make a good second for him. "Puis-je ajouter, en prenant un verre avec vous deux sons amusants, malheureusement, j'ai d'autres choses à prendre soin de ce soir. Peut-être que vous pourriez avoir du plaisir pour nous deux? Oui?" When finishing he couldn't help but smirk at her slyness, What does she have up her sleeve?. He let his curiosity run as he tried to figure out as he nodded to her not being able to join, which he was happy to hear. He liked know he would have his friend all to himself with out the distractions of others the way he liked it.

"Bonjour my darlings!" The girls voice was bigger than she was as she spoke to the Wanna-Be's. "I am Damia Astre, the Tiger Tamer!" Hearing her snap he looked behind him knowing it had something to do with the tigers. Being right he watched Feral and Simon start running from each sides of the room at a good pace and right before the would have smashed into each other Feral did a beautiful leap over Simon. She's trained them so well. Keeping locked he managed to clap for the small show he witnesses as the large cats made there way over to them. "You did extremely well Simon." As the creature rubbed his leg he couldn't help but pet the top of it's head feeling the softness of it's fur. He didn't have to have the new bloods on view to know the had liked the small taste of Damia's show, she had trained her tigers so well and always had then doing amazing things during their performances.

"Tu me dois un verre à travers.." "Oh mon doux petit bien sûr, je vous dois un verre. Je vous dois plus que vous comprenez." Taking her chin in her hands he kissed her cheek lightly. The small girl was helping him forget about how he was suppose to stay in his shell, she was sweet and wished he had talked to her sooner. These new bloods having me showing to many sides today. So far he had done a lot of talking to another carny because of these new bloods, maybe they weren't so bad after all. "Si vous avez besoin d'un ami, vous en avez un." With those words he was happy. Putting his arms around her he squeezed her gently in a hug then pulled back to look at her genuine smile that made her whole face light up. "Et je suis ton ami, et si la chance que notre amitié fleuriront magnifiquement." For second he believe his own words. He didn't find himself all that great for someone to want to be friends with for a long time, but he'd try. He would try to know her better and trust her if he could, if trusting others was still even possible for the man.

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"You did extremely well Simon." Damia couldn't help but smile as he gave the demanding tiger praise, it was true that her tigers were well trained, she worked harder and longer with them than most people would dream of, she often found herself writing down and then sketching out new tricks for them to do on sleepless nights, it took a lot more effort than most would think, but she loved being able to come up with new tricks and then being able to put them to use, it made her feel smarter than either of her siblings will ever be. It made a strange sense of pride bubble up in her chest, it was one of the many reasons she was happy with the Circus and why she couldn't be leaving any time soon, for any reason. Not to mention she liked being around other people like her, even if she was the strange little one, at least she could stand with these people and not feel like that odd one out anymore.

"Oh mon doux petit bien sûr, je vous dois un verre. Je vous dois plus que vous comprenez." Damia held herself back from stepping away from him as he carefully took her chin into his hand and kissed her cheek, she didn't like people to be close to her, it made her feel strange, in fact she didn't like the little zap that shot down her spine at the contact of their skin. It's really been a long time since I've touched another person... A small smile spread, partly because she really was small, and because he was actually being nice to her. Half the people she actually knew thought she was a mute. Damia hugged him back and some how managed to pull another genuine smile that hadn't been on her face in years. It felt nice to smile again, to be able to laugh and joke with someone. She most likely should have tired talking to other people sooner. "Et je suis ton ami, et si la chance que notre amitié fleuriront magnifiquement." His words made her smile widen ever so slightly. Could she possibly have a friend? Even when Damia was a child, she never really had friends, she had a group of people that she would run out and do stupid things with-like climb up trees higher than her two story house and dangle upside down, or leave pranks all over the school-but none of those kids were really her friends, she had never really fit in anywhere, and when she had tired her parents put her down, comparing her to her siblings, in fact one of the things they had used is how both her sister and brother had tons of friends, but she was more of a loner. After that day Damia hadn't really wanted friends.

She had figured that if nothing that she did could please her parents, she would do everything they hated, she became a loner on purpose, on principle because of a promise she had made to herself so many years ago, however, not that he parents couldn't honestly ruin her life, since they didn't even know where she was, through if they did they would demand she would return, perhaps she could break that rule, that promise, maybe it wouldn't be awful having a friend, having someone she could actually trust other than herself, it would be a nice change, a good way to start new. "Merci, l'homme fort." She stood up on her toes to return a small kiss upon his cheek before she returned to her normal height, which, as she just noticed, was in a fact a lot smaller than most people's.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Axel
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Image"Merci, l'homme fort." As she rose to her tiptoes he assumed he was going to receive a kiss as well, so he bent over some to meet her half way. When the little miss kissed his cheek he knew he could grow close to her possibly. She was a kind little girl and he liked that, her sweetness she showed to him and not very many. He had rumors through the years she was mute, the same rumor that her and Shiloh shared, but he knew other wise for both.

"All us carnies are family, but you are my petite soeur." Ghost liked the sound of that, claiming someone to be his little sister. Now he felt like he was doing what Lyfe wanted, being friendlier. When her lips left her cheek he stood back up start and saw Damia descend, So tiny. He size made him chuckle. Like always he had his ears listening to two different things at all times, one on random and one to Lyfe. "Chalice, that gorgeous young woman over there is Damia Astre, this circus' own untamed star and tiger tamer and right beside her is my right-hand man and best friend; the handsome Ghost, our strong man. I want you to feel free to mingle and get to know your new family. If you have any question and/or concerns that I'm not able to answer, I highly suggest you ask Ghost. He knows this place like the back of his hand." When hearing himself, and even the name of Damia, mentioned caused him to light up like a Christmas tree with a huge smile. Being a little on the odd side Ghost for the most part felt insignificant unless he was in the center of the Big Top preforming, so when hearing someone speak of him outside of that and who wasn't talking to him made him feel placed. "You may follow if you wish," telling her so he turned around and went over to his friend; once reaching him he slung his left arm around both of Lyfe's shoulders.

"You think I'm handsome?" Playfully grinning he raised one eyebrow in question to him with the same small amount of act he had when with Damia. He knew that his best friend could see through it all most likely, but he'd try anyways, there was no harm in it even though his mood had lightened up just being around him again. "I'm not sure if I'd use those words to describe me." Laughing lightly he let his head face the girl he thought had the name of Chalice. "I guess you already know my name and I yours. It's lovely to meet you, doll." He held out his hand for a brief time before striking back his hair. Finding himself happy it wasn't long before it went away with the sight her was seeing. "Axel what are you doing?" His shout was assertive, he didn't stand for violence, "Don't you dare leave the Big Top!" He watched as Axel walked off followed by a crying Florence. "Fuck..." Lightly saying the word he looked over at Lyfe, then at the bleeding boy being helped by Smiles. Looking at the sight made him remember his past, "I don't think I can handle this right now, please excuse me." Taking a small bow to Lyfe he dashed out of the Big Top to his own tent. When inside he went over to a chair and took a rough seat. The punch he had saw made him have flash backs off all the fight he had down: blood, death, pain, dying. Shit, shit, shit! Standing up he began to pace around his room muttering words of random in different languages under his breath; most of the languages he learn had been taught to him by other kidnapped people like himself. He quoted things that had once been shouted at him, spout out the feelings he had had, if one had heard him right know they might have thought he was crazy. In his tent he had a book stand that held maybe up to thirty books. "Fuck!" Yelling so he used both hands to push the case over.

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Character Portrait: Damia Astre Character Portrait: Lyfe Character Portrait: Moses "Ghost" Hannibal Grant Character Portrait: Axel Character Portrait: Felix
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"All us carnies are family, but you are my petite soeur." Damia couldn't help but smile at that, but as soon as it was there, the smile was gone. The thought pleased her greatly, to even think someone would consider her their little sister, but the thing was, she was already someone else's little sister, true, that person was as horrible as her parents, but they were still family right? Damia ground her teeth together and looked away. They were getting closer and closer to her home town every time they moved, pretty soon they would be there and...and what? Would her parents know? Would the try to take her back? How could they through? She was a grown woman, a adult in all areas, nothing they could do would bring her home. Of course that didn't stop the fear. "You may follow if you wish," Damia looked back up at Ghost and nodded slightly, trailing behind him as he approached Lyfe and started to talk along with the Ringmaster. All of there words rolled off of her like water falling over the side of a waterfall until-

Suddenly the sound of something breaking filled the air around her, making Feral and Simon tense. Damia's head snapped towards the sound, and suddenly she felt sick. Had Axel just hit that guy? Flashes filled her head as her knees went weak, memoirs. Damia could remember one time when her nose had been broken like that, the last time she had put up with her family's crap. She had brought home another report card, all of the grades failing, her father and mother had been enraged, they had always hit her, never her perfect siblings, but Damia had been open game, she was a screw up, she deserved every hit that came her way, right? Her father had done the same thing Axel had done. He let his rage get the best of him, and all at once he had brought his fist down on her face, the same cracking noise had filled the air as blood poured down her nose. When her parents just sent her to her room, that was when Damia ran away. She had ended up going to to hospital so she could get it fixed, through there was a small scar on the bridge of her nose, it was only noticeable if someone was right in her face. "Fuck..." her stomach turned at the harshness in his tone. Feral was by her side in an instant, allowing her to lean on the Tiger as her knees nearly gave out. Simon came up behind Damia and started to nudge her away from the tent. "I don't think I can handle this right now, please excuse me." Damia looked between Lyfe and Ghost, before waving towards Lyfe as well. "I'm sorry Lyfe, I cant." With that, the Tigers pulled Damia away and back towards her own tent, where she collapsed into a small ball.

These memories were the reason she couldn't sleep at night, the reason she didn't talk to people, why she avoided large crowds and didn't trust anyone, they crippled her when they were presented to the front of her mind. Feral curled herself around Dimia while Ceil and Simon sat in front of her tent's door, guarding it and keeping people away. Damia only layed there for a few minuets before she managed to push the memories back, stand up, and change into something better for training. She would vanish with her tigers for awhile for some practice, get her mind off of everything, and then return like nothing had happened. Silently, the small girl changed into a red tank top, a tan blouse, a pair of jeans, and black boots. She discarded her mask and top had and threw her short choppy hair up into a small bun in the back of her head. On the way out, Damia grabbed her notebook, pencil and small camera recorder that she used to record the training session's. She numbly walked out of her tent, setting a brisk pace and getting away to the best place she could find. She ended up in a small clearing not too far from the circus little camp, but not too close either.

As soon as she set up the recorder, and declared that this was training session four fifty, she set right to work, her note book in one hand and her pencil in the other while Ceil sat on her shoulder. Feral and Simon followed every order that was demanded of them as they went over all of the basics, and then Damia started to go into her new tricks and ideas. When she did this, she ended up working with the tigers, in other words, getting down into the dirt and getting a pretty good work out. She ended up rolling around in the dirt with the tigers, leaping around with them, and performing half of the tricks they should at the same time they did. After nearly an hour and a half, Damia was sweating, had dirt smudges here and there and had a small scratch on her left cheek under her eyes from Simon's claws, but she felt great. Her heart was pounding and adrenaline was racing through her, making her move as fast as the tigers could and do nearly all of the moves they could, even if it didn't look as good and it looked strange, it was an interesting sight to see. Damia had been told before that the reason so many people liked to watch her train with her tigers is because she actually got down onto the ground and trained.

When she worked with them like this, her mind shut down and she let a more animal side of her take over, it was like magic, it was oddly beautiful, and completely relaxing. "Encore une fois!" Damia did a flip over Ferals back and landed gracefully on her feet. Simon tilted his head to the side slightly, before nodding as if he understood, and then mimicked her moved by running from a few feet away, and then jumping right over Feral. He made a small spiral in the air, and then landed perfectly. Damia made a whooping sound and dropped down to pet the tiger before demanding they do it again. She wanted to get all of these new tricks perfect, she had a new one in mind, but she would need more help than just herself. Perhaps she could talk Lyfe or Ghost in helping her.

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Axel&Felix



He was only in slight shock as his brother walked away. The pain of rejection hurt more than the blow to his face had. Even now as he could feel the pulse of blood in his head he still believed that. He only glanced at Axel's so called girlfriend after he was punched in the face, slightly shocked she'd be flirting with him at a time like this. Then again, it was true he thought both of the girls were attractive. Still inappropriate. He didn't speak because the other girl, the confident one from earlier, began lecturing the showgirl of the complications of her relationship with Axel. It seemed somewhat messed up, but from the sound of it he could believe it was Axel.
Axel had never really had a serious girlfriend, nor had he brought any girls home really. As they were growing up he flirted and had the attraction of many, though Felix did as well he prefered to focus on other things. Axel's constant entertainment of women was normal, considering he got more attention picking up girls than he did anywhere else. Usually his jerk like facade had city girls flocking to him, but there was the occasional few he could never get. Those girls seemed more interested in his sweet, quiet brother. The two tried not to let it get between them, and Felix always told girls like this he wasn't interest because really, he wasn't. The few girls Felix did date he was more protective over, and serious about. When the brothers still spoke Axel knew his boundaries and never crossed them.
The acrobat and the showgirl were then approached by a man. He was tall, and easily more buff than the twins. He spoke to both of them, impressively knowing the exact words to say. Not many people can be so honest and caring at the same time. Though he spoke the truth, the word weren't blunt nor sugarcoated. He got his point across without upsetting either of them, and always kept a warm, friendly smile. Felix didn't exactly listen to what he was saying, but more watched. He then turned to Felix himself, who was helplessly gushing blood into his hands. The guy generously handed him a cloth.
Felix gratefully took the handkerchief from the man, that he found was called Smiles.
"Here. You might wanna hold your nose for a while. I know people often suggest you tilt your head back but I don't really recommend it. That just makes the blood go down your throat." he suggested.
Felix muffled out a thank you, and did as he was advised.
By this time Florence had run after Axel, after she'd spoken to Smiles.
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He only heard half of her words really, slightly because they were said between sobs and also because his mind was racing. He couldn't decide if he regretted the punch of not, knowing it would set off drama, but then again Axel was always found in the midst of everything. You could say he was drawn to it, or maybe it was drawn to him. Actually, he seemed to create it. Whether he meant to or not, fighting with his brother had lead to a domino effect. Being irresponsible as many careless boys are, he still blamed Felix for it all. He shouldn't have come.
"Are you ok?" she asked, taking his hand into hers. He barely flinched, ignoring any sort of pain he had.
"It's fine." he mumbled, not speaking loud enough for her to register.
"Your wrist looks a little sprung... If you wrap it it should be fine." She offered, though he disregarded it.
"It's okay." he said, a bit roughly. She was only trying to help, afterall. He felt a stab of regret for not being kinder, as she burst into tears. He panicked a bit, not knowing if this was his fault as well. He stopped as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"I can't believe Jeannie would think that of me. You and her are like the only two people that know how my household was and she knows how much I'm afraid of dating a guy and how I'd never do anything to hurt her!
He bit his lip, keeping silent as she continued again. He wasn't one to ever show much of a sensitive soft side, but he did feel guilty about his two favorite girls getting hurt like this.
"Jeannie may have left your side, but I'll always choose you over anyone. I'm so sorry I talked to him. If I knew you didn't like him I never would have!" She confessed, still in hysterics basically. "I'm so sorry."
Axel didn't really move, somewhat at a loss for words. He had no idea what to do with a woman crying, especially crying on him.He let out a very small sigh, and sort of awkwardly patted her back.
"You have nothing to be sorry for..." he started, but it was then that he heard the voice of Lyfe.
"Axel, get your arse back here," he boomed, calling after the boy.
Reluctantly, Axel turned and slowly returned. He was like a puppy knowing he'd gotten in trouble, and Lyfe was his owner calling him over. He hesitated slightly as her turned Florence around too, bringing her with him.
"Okay, I am beyond disappointed in your behavior. Now, I have no idea what happened and I will give you a chance to explain the abomination you've displayed, but," his voice grew more strict and angry, "It better be a damn good reason, do I make myself clear? First, let me explain something to all of you before you even tell me anything. This is still a place of bloody business! Now, I understand if any of you have quarrels, but those stay out of my big top! Once you're in this tent, all of your bullshit is left outside. Next time, take it outside and away from the big top! Because of this, you've upset Ghost and Damia! They had to run away from the chaos, think about the emotional distress you caused them. When I'm done with you lot, I want you to apologize to them both. Now you may explain to me why you felt the need to disgrace this circus. Axel, I'll let you go first since you happen to have one my recruit's blood staining your knuckles."
At first Axel felt a bit ashamed, but at the same time he felt no obligation to tell the man anything. Apparently they caused a commotion he wasn't aware about because they were outside. It wasn't his fault that Ghost and Damia had been nosy enough to see what was happening. All of these people standing around him now he felt like shouldn't have any say in it. His brother stood a few feet away holding a blood soaked cloth to his nose as Smiles went to help him, but Axel didn't even glance in his direction. He was about to tell Lyfe he could 'mind his own fucking business' but he didn't. Partly because he knew he would regret it, and the voice of Jeannie broke in.
"It's not Axel's fault, Felix was out of line. And I blew up because Felix said that Axel was cheating on me with Florence,"
She turned to Florence "Sorry I was stupid for believing him.. Won't happen again Lyfe I swear... I promise." she reassured.
Maybe it was the gentleness in her voice, or just that he did love her in whatever sick twisted way he showed it. He relaxed again, letting her take his hand and stand close to him again.
Before he was even able to look back at life, Felix spoke.
"I'm Axel's brother." he started, looking to Axel, maybe for some sort of approval. He was only given a turn of his twin's head, looking away from his stare. He sighed, and continued to explain a bit, though Lyfe had asked for Axel first. "We aren't on the best terms, obviously." He admitted, "It was indeed my fault for upsetting him, and I apologize for any harm it's caused your circus." He paused, looking back to Axel. "I was only trying to reunite with my brother."
Axel could feel the bubble of anger in him again, slowly simmering inside him. He hated his brother. But sometimes his rage overpowered his reason. There was more jealousy and resentment than actual rationalization. It had been six years, but time could wear down or build up a grudge. Axel wasn't one to let things like this go.
Axel began to speak, a hint of pleading in his voice. Though he wasn't exactly in the right, he hoped Lyfe would be somewhat understanding. "Lyfe... I know I've upset the others but.." he stopped, not really knowing where he was going with this. "I..." he trailed off. "I can't,-won't be associated with him." He looked to Lyfe and spoken as meaningfully as he could, "You of all people would understand that I don't need to explain further. It's a family matter, and I'm sorry it got out of hand."
He chose most of his words carefully, he never seemed to blame himself. He also wished he hadn't used the word family, knowing the only family he felt a part of was the one he'd just upset. He didn't regret hitting his brother, but he did regret doing it somewhere that would bring this much attention. He'd been waiting to do it almost all his life, and he could help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe, just maybe, it would make things slightly more bearable around his twin. Not that he'd be spending any time with him.
Felix the spoke again, "I hope this doesn't affect either of us as far as the circus goes?" he stated, but also asked for a response. He wasn't ready to give up on his brother, and hoped Lyfe would give them both a second chance. Then again, Felix could imagine that Axel had acted out before. He wanted desperately to be able to stay, that way he'd have a reason to be around his brother, and be able to experience the life he'd lived for six years without them. To Felix, the six years had been empty, but he could easily see Axel had found somewhere that people seemed to accept him. Not like him necessarily, but tolerate. And that was something Felix had always done for Axel. He just wanted another chance, and maybe here the two could both be accepted, and Felix wouldn't half to feel incomplete.

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After a while longer of practicing, Damia and her tigers headed back towards the Circus. She felt a bit more relaxed now, but still on edge. The memories were right on the borderline of her mind, if one more thing made her think back on the past today, she would have a break down. Silently Damia did something that was actually rare, and put Feral, Simon and Ceil in their cages. Simon went right back to his little bed and went to sleep, through Feral and Ceil looked a bit distraught as Damia walked away towards the showers. Despite how much she loved her tigers, she needed a bit of space.

After a quick shower she changed into a sweater, a new pair of jeans, the same boots, and she wrapped a red scarf around her neck, feeling oddly chilled despite the weather. It was time like this that she wasn't sure what to do, she never really connected with anyone to sit down and hang out with them, and she had already trained with her tigers for the day, so what was left? Alcohol. Damia sighed as she entered her tent and broke out a half full bottle of whiskey. She plopped down into the ground for a few minuets, before popping open the lid and took a few large gulps. The liquid burned it's way down her throat but felt we warmer than she had been a few minuets ago.

When ever the memories threatened to come back she would drink some so she got at least a nice buzz, but she never got drunk unless she was ready to pass out in her tent. The Alcohol helped sometimes, other times not so much. This was one of those times. If she didn't know better she would go check on Lyfe and Ghost, see how things went over, but they were most likely with each other. It was funny how the only two people she really talked to didn't walk to her as much as she would like. Damia closed her eyes and allowed some of the memories to come back.

A small girl stood in front of her parents, a frown set on her face as her father yelled on and on about something, through she was mostly ignoring him. "How could you let your grades slip so much? I don't understand how you cant just be more like your sister!" The man was screaming as the woman stood behind him, shaking her head in a disapproving manner, the girls first mistake was sighing. A loud cracking sound could be heard, and her world went dark for a moment.

The next time the small girl opened her eyes, her cheek felt like it had been lit on fire and she lay on the ground. The man's wedding ring had split open the skin on her face when he had back handed her, leaving a strange cut that was sure to leave a scar as blood stained the carpet below the girl. She looked up at him, the salty copper taste of blood in her mouth in formed her that she had bitten down on the inside of her cheek and ripped it open. her second mistake was not being able to control her anger and hatred towards the man above her. Before she could stop herself, she spit at the man, her bloody saliva hitting him in the face and staining his white shirt.

He stared at her for a moment as silence stretched on, and then he brought his foot down on her side, making the girl scream in pain.


The loud, ear splitting sound of glass shattering broke Damia from her memories, and for a moment she stared at her bare hands in confusion, and then she understood. She had thrown the bottle of Whiskey across her tent, making it slam into her clothes chest and shatter into a million little shards. She let out a small breath, one of her hands tracing the strange scar on her right cheek under her eye. It was a constant reminder of her past, and often she found when she thought about that day, the scar burned, along with the other scars her family had left upon her body, she was actually surprised it rook a broken nose for her to leave, because she had much worst beatings before. She had pretty much shown up to the circus beaten, and it may have been one of the reason Lyfe let her in so willingly, she was dead on her feet when she had shown up. She didn't know anything other than being shunned by her family and beaten nearly every night. Sighing, Damia stood back up and left her tent, leaving the shattered bottle where it was, she would take care of it later.