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Ezra

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a character in “Cirque Des Réve”, as played by By Starlight

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Name: Ezra

Stage Name: Ezra the Great

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Role: Ringmaster

Blood Type: AB+


Eye Color: Soft auburn

Hair Color: Chocolate brown

Dressing Style: Very formal, always in some sort of dress jacket. He likes to appear clean and well put together. His clothing is always dark, mostly black. Only on special occasions does he wear any other color.

Weight: 150

Height: 6'1"




Likes:
The color red
Doves
Illusions
Confused people
Rants
Dreams
Stars
Large things
Magic
Dislikes:
Too much sun
Bright colors
Random people
Unnecessarily loud people
Anything out of place
Messy places
Clumsiness
Too many emotions


Habits:
Rambling
Walking off unexpectedly
Appearing randomly
Being late
Being fidgety
Not making sense


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Crush: TBA

Personality: WIP

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Skills: Piano playing, sketching with charcoal, write in reverse mirror script, ambidextrousness, cleaning, organizing, making things large, balancing random objects on random surfaces, charisma, charm, and creative thinking.


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Family: The owner is his father.

History: Ezra is the son of the circus owner. Even before his mothers death he was a little off. Growing up he was reserved and strange, but constantly looked up to his father. As his father began to slip off the deep end Ezra made no change in his influenced life. He never knew the details of his father's life, nor what drove him to insanity, but he loved his father as if he were a god. Ezra grew up believing his sole purpose in life was to serve his father. Which is why he so easily fell into his place as the ringmaster. He runs the show, keeps everything in place. The base of the masterpiece. While his father runs the entire circus, Ezra is in all the hands on work with the other performers. He didn't have to sign any contract, and does have full recollection of his childhood. He's aware of what his father is doing to the workers, but cares little about morals.

So begins...

Ezra's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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“The finest of pleasures are always the unexpected ones.”


Hunched over sitting at a desk Ezra scribbled furiously into a notebook, only to rip the page out, crumple it into a ball, and toss it aside like the countless other pages. The notebook had begun to run thin, rarely it seemed did he keep any pages. The room was a disaster, his items strew about the ground. The circus moved a lot but his mess followed wherever it lead him. As organized as he liked everything around his bubble to be, inside of his own compartment as well as the walls of his mind were clouded and muddled with obscure items and ideas. Papers that weren't throw away lay open holding blue prints of tents and creations to add to the living masterpiece. Others were lists and plans pinned to the fabric that made his walls. The only piece of furniture in the area was a desk set with a matching chair. It was unlikely you'd walk into Ezra's compartment without his eyes fixating on the desk.

There was no bed, and that was because Ezra rarely slept. Sleep always felt time consuming and unimportant to him, deciding that when he needed rest he would. Often he woke up in strange places where he'd escaped to rest his eyes for a moment. Although he couldn't tell himself, perhaps others would notice his twitchy and uneasiness. You could call him jumpy, or easily startled at times, and at others completely composed. To describe Ezra as 'normal' would be a lie. Most can't describe his normal with anything but abnormal.

He clenched his eyes shut, trying to force concentration into creativity. His projects always seemed to eat away at him until they were completed or another project took its place. A bubbly rage boiled inside him, he didn't like being stuck, especially in one place for too long. He stood abruptly, yelling at no one in particular. "It's wrong it's all wrong!" he roared, angrily wiping his desk clean. Books, pens, papers, and small items clattered to the ground as Ezra kicked the chair behind him aside. His room was dark, and mos times he couldn't tell the time of day unless he walked outside. He kept the windows covered with black cloth, liking his privacy as well as the darkness. He preferred candle light if anything.

Storming out of the caravan he slid the door piece aside and took a deep breath of the cool air. Sometimes it was just what he needed to relax. He stepped out and paused with only one foot touching the ground for a moment. He waited and listened, closing his eyes. His dark eyelashes parted, revealing the liquid orbs of auburn. The pupils were abnormally large, as though he were addicted to belladonna, but there was a glassy glitter about them which that drug does not produce. The sun broke through the clouds now, casting an array of oranges, pinks, and yellows into the sky. A faint blue lingered dully on the edges of the explosion of color.

To him colors were so vibrant and harsh he had to squint just to observe. His pale skin was almost transparent, sometimes his bones stuck out with his skinniness.
He was often cold, which was why he layered himself in dark colors and long sleeves, to attract the warmth he could. As a child he was often sick, and never looked very healthy to begin with. He was towering though, tall in height. Some might see him as weak, as if a small push would send him toppling over, but he had a glare that could intimidate even the bravest of men. He may be compared to a panther for his sleek, powerful lines and obvious grace. His hair a very dark brown which seemed as though it needs to be trimmed. His nose is straight and faintly aquiline, his cheekbones high, his mouth full but not over large, and his jaw on the sharper end of the spectrum.

As the ringmaster, it was indeed his job to interact with the performers as well as have them somewhat organized. He knew the first night was one of the most important, it set the stage for every night to follow. He disliked most social interaction, at least interactions that he had to force himself to complete. His father was always so friendly and talkative, at least Ezra had been told. He didn't remember what his father was like before his mother died, not that he minded. Ezra could give speeches easily, his words were intriguing and his voice was like velvet. He just lacked connection with most people.

After an hour or so, he wandered to the outsides of where the rest of the performers had begun eating breakfast. His eyes quickly fell on Lady. He studied her small smile as she spoke to her brother and the others, her jet black hair rested perfectly without a stray piece. He'd come to think of her as a young sister, and Jean as a younger brother. They'd been in his fathers circus for so long he couldn't remember them not being there. He watched them from a distance, the two of them sitting with others so casually. He felt a pang of guilt, as a protective person Ezra was a black crow, wanting to tuck those close time him under his wing. His interest in the girl originated from his father, not that he knew why exactly. His father was an odd man. Then again, so was Ezra.

Anything that interested his father, Ezra was intrigued Upon hearing Lady's name his father would stiffen, and clearly tell Ezra to make sure to be careful with her. To watch out for her. To make sure she wasn't harmed.
This always caused stress for Ezra, not knowing why his father cared so much. But it became a priority to study the girl and protect her. Secretly he'd meticulously make things safe around her. Check her room when she was out, making sure no loose screws or sharp objects lay anywhere. He cringed as Jean picked up a broken plate, messes and sharp objects made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

Before Jean could even pick up another shard Ezra crouched before him. "Don't worry, Jean." he cooed in a hushed tone. He seemed to have appeared out of no where, considering no one had noticed him before he had spoken. "Wouldn't want to hurt yourself," he reasoned, taking a piece of the broken plate from Jean and collecting the rest of the pieces in his hands. He disposed of them, and glanced at the ground in case of any pieces he missed. A small chip lay beneath a chair, and he carefully got rid of it as well.

"Oh.. Where are my manners," he mumbled, still scanning the ground for any other pieces. He looked up at the people before him and tried to be more friendly, "Good morning Everyone" He nodded his head slightly, as if to politely bow. He let his eyes meet with everyone once before he settled on Lady. He stared at her for a moment before observing the room again.




(sorry if I didn't tag anyone also there - feel free to respond)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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"No time for being embarrassed!" Norma was thinking while picking up the pieces. "I'm eighteen, not thirteen! I should just deal with it normally!"

She almost cut herself when she heard Lady saying her brother should help. She dropped the pieces when she heard him say he would help. There he was - right in front of her, being his usual cheerful self, doing amusing remarks, causing Norma to chuckle. His compliments on her skills and hard work caressed her ears. She was very flattered when he said he wanted to try what she did. Norma chuckled at the joke about how plates shouldn't be in her acts.

"Thanks, Jean... You're pretty good at magic tricks along with your sister. Magic looks hard too..." She smiled, glad that at least she could talk to him normally. Well, most of the time.

So, there they were - the two of them, under the table, picking up pieces of plate together, exchanging compliments... just the two of them..

"Ezra!" Norma went back to reality, as the son of the owner suddenly joined.

Then she realized that somehow she ended up having two guys cleaning up the mess she caused and was about to fix. Not only did she cause the trouble, but she also wasn't very useful into fixing it, as she was holding two or three pieces at most. Bothered by this, Norma slowly stood up and greeted Ztateeka.

"I should stop being something similar to a helpless damsel in distress. I won't cause any more trouble for anyone!" She thought.

Norma gasped at the sight of her hands - it seemed like she didn't follow Lady's warning - she managed to cut herself.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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(( IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! My room sorta had a pipe explode under it and flood a spot...))

Lady Dravvis


Lady was still chatting silently with Ferela when the news of... Dare she say it a cut reached her ears. "Jean... I thought you were helping Norma with that." She saw her brother jump a little and hide behind Ezra... Of course he would. With an angry huff Lady pulled out several things from her small box. "Jean... Sit next to Miss Ferela and keep her company while I fix Norma's hands..." Lady watched with ruby eyes as he listened. "Ferela... Keeps an eye on him... He's trouble." Lady gently took Norma's hands and looked at each cut with meticulous worry. "Norma... What am I to do with you... You and Jean will kill me with worry..." A sad look filled Lady's eyes at the thought of anyone injured but there was not time. Taking a pair of tweezers Lady picked out each piece of remaining glass and set it in a pile, then she cleaned the wounds once with a wet towel the cook brought over and started to apply salve. "This salve will disinfect it." Then finally Lady wrapped up the cuts in a bandage making it tight. "Before your performance tonight you will remove those bandages apply this," she pulled out a different salve "It has pain numbing properties your performance should be fine BUT... I would prefer if someone volunteered to keep an eye on her during her performance before and after to insure she remembers to take all proper protocols... AM I CLEAR!" Lady's eyes narrowed into a deadly glare she only gave those for peoples own good... When they NEEDED to take better care of themselves or she would step in and fix the problem herself. "So... Norma... After you get a volunteer you will come tell me... I can't have you not taking care of those cuts... Just the idea of an infection." A panic look crossed Lady's face as she gently touched the bandages now covering the cuts, before it returned to it's neutral expression. "Anyway... You find a volunteer miss!"

Jean Dravvis


Jean was a little shocked with Ezra's appearance... Then again he always was. Smiling at the slightly older boy Jean allowed him to help and allowed himself to get distracted hence why Norma probably ended up with so many cuts. But before he could say anything Lady's demonically sharp ears caught in and she snapped going full: 'Jean sit down what am I going to do with you someones injured now.' mode. Jean huffed and obeyed sitting across from Ferela. "Why is it always me... I've been good... Lately." He huffed and puffed up his cheeks watching Lady work from here. She was fast and skilled and even though she often complained about worry being her death she showed a fondness for fixing people up... Something no one dared even try take away lest they end up on the end of those deathly ruby eyes and sharp snake tongue... She was sweet it was true but she was also dangerous.

When Lady finished with Norma Jean knew her attention would turn on him luckily he had a distraction. "EZRA!" Throwing himself on the thinner man Jean clung to him, "I completely forgot to say hello," Luckily it worked upon seeing Ezra Lady calmed down immediately and folded her arms. "Ezra, darling big brother please tell our air head of a sibling that he is to be more careful." DANG IT! She was gonna turn Ezra on it too the big sibling who was suppose to help him out of Lady's worry wart scolding not aid in it. "Lady! Come at least hug the man before you order such things." Jean prayed... And they were answered Lady calmed a little and moved over allowing her to be squished between the two older boys. She may have even hugged back... A little. Not that she'd admit it. When she was finally released she turned her attention elsewhere calling over Jeremy and Luise to get a check up sense they'd come back from getting cake with the bubbly Ember. Jean smiled, "One bullet dodged eh Ezra... She'd have come after you next you know darling sister do us both she's dangerous..."

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Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ferela was talking to Lady when she saw there turn and say something about a cut that Norma had, she watched Lady's speed with awe and when Jean sat next to her she stayed quiet not wanting to bother him she saw that Norma looked a little out of sorts and held her tongue as she knew her thoughts were not the nicest she saw Jean take a chance to escape Lady's anger by hugging Ezra she had not noticed him come in and watched Lady go to awkwardly hug him she knew Norma needed a volunteer 'Maybe...I could help..my act is a few after hers...' she thought before saying "I can help Norma...if she will have me..." she looked at Norma with her nicest smile trying to seem friendly.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Luise took the piece of cake offered, smiling and taking a small bite in gratitude to Ember, but as soon as the silver-haired girl turned away, the fire-breather promptly dumped the cake over her shoulder and spit out the rest. She loathed sweets, they absolutely ruined her figure, something that was quite important to her and her occupation, and truthfully they didn't taste all that good. Anyone who could find artificial sugar anything but repulsive was strange to her, she couldn't fathom how Ember or Jem could joy such things. But, of course, she didn't want to upset the girl further and just went along with it.

After Ember finished feeding the cat its 'breakfast' (And, most likely, it inevitable death.), Luise wrapped an arm around the taller girl's shoulder with some difficulty, and started to pull her away from Jem and the rest, waving off Lady's concern, "So, Ember, dear, I was wondering if you could help me out with something?" Luise swirled her finger around in the air, a thin trail of flames following after it, "I know it's a bit rude to ask, but could you help me with my stretches? I've been trying to become more flexible... For the act, of course." She added the last part in a bit too quickly.


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Jem, whom was handed the slice of cake and was swiftly cut away from any conversation he might have with Ember by the circus whore, was left a tad secluded. He took his cake, wrinkling his nose as Luise when he heard her flexibility comment (Maybe he should mention it to Zeke, just to harass her a bit?), before he was back at the tables, poking at the cake slice sleepily. His tiredness, now that he was no long distracted by the cake-hunt, was overwhelming, and he found himself slowly falling forward before jolting himself awake again at the last second. However, on the last time 'round, he just couldn't keep his eyes open, his head slamming forward onto the table with a hefty force, missing the cake by a hair's breath. That woke him up, if anything.

Jem groaned loudly in pain, not finding the effort to bother to pick up his head and deciding it was a great place for a nap.

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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"What are you talking about, Ferela?" Norma laughed nervously, forcing a smile. "It's nothing about embarrassment! You'll just be more in touch with my health and will remind me about the painkillers in case I forget."

Norma took a lock of Ferela's hair and started braiding it.

"You'll make everyone calmer if you stick around me a little more than usual." Her smile wasnt forced any more. "I'd do the same for you in case you get injured."

Again, Norma managed to get out of the self pity or self conscious phase - probably for the second or third time in the last few minutes. Her biggest motivation was a great performance - the main reason she got over her phases. Norma, like everyone else, loved performing. If you worsen the situation with something you're bad at, you can also make things better with something you're good at - this would go for everyone, this is all that mattered.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ferela watched Norma and was happy she didn't seem too be mad at her she let out a small breathe as Norma started braiding a lock of her hair"You'll make everyone calmer if you stick around me a little more than usual." Ferela saw her smile lighten become easier as she said"I'd do the same for you in case you get injured." Ferela looked at Norma and smiled as she said "Ok and thanks again I am happy to know that!" She watched the girl braid her bit of hair "You are quite good at braiding Norma..." she said absently as the thought popped in her head she felt an urge to hug the girl but stayed still and just watched the others, while doing this she watched Luise talking to Ember as she walked her away then saw Jem fall asleep hitting the table audibly and he lay there she assumed he was asleep 'Im glad that the workers do what they do..but it is sad how little sleep they seem to get..' she thought to herself.

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Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra

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Lady Dravvis


Lady was counting her supplies when the resounding thump and pained groan caught her attention. She looked over in time to see Jeremy blinking sleepily and huffed before moving over to clean a small bit of frosting that had been less fortunate in the crash to the table. "Mister Jeremy, tell me how many times have I warned you about getting enough sleep?" Lady always tried to sound more like a concerned friend then a disappointed teacher but she was fairly sure she sounded quite upset. Carefully Lady lifted Jem's head and felt the part that had suffered the harshest impact. "Tch, your fine but I would suggest you eat and get to bed as soon as possible... Though I'm afraid to let you eat in your current state." Lady lifted Jem's head and stared at him feeling his head and checking his blood flow quickly. "Your lucky... Your fine aside the obvious fatigue and no eating so I will give you two options you allow me or someone to escort you to your room for some sleep or you can stay here and eat and then get escorted! And if IF you so much as dare try and skip out on sleep or food to go run some idiots errands that I'm sure someone else can do. I. Will. Show. No. Mercy." Lady stepped back hands on her hips as she waited for Jem's choice.

Jean Dravvis


Jean felt rather upset for Norma and Lady's harshness so he gave the girl a comforting smile before he went back to exitedly talking with Ezra. It wasn't until Jean heard Lady's 'serious' voice that he looked away from Ezra to focus on Lady who was scolding Jeremy. Too be honest Jean had nothing against Jeremy... He just did not like Jeremy around Lady. Maybe it was because the man was always so eager to help and his signature 'What'cha need, Sweetheart?' no one was allowed to say such things to Lady! She was too special for such things and no one deserved her they did not even deserve to flirt with her. Huffing and pouting Jean crossed his arms and whispered to Ezra and Ztazeeka (who happened to be in the general vicinity) "Am I the only one who doesn't like the amount of attention Jem gives Lady... I mean he's half asleep now BUT usually! I swear he's more polite to her or or... Something." Jean continued to pout and fume as he tried to dissect if Jem was really being friendly or if maybe his precious sisters perfect everything was being over-appreciated by a certain sweet loving blonde.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra

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Luise, having paled slightly after being dragged to the floor along with the bouncy acrobat, watched in utter horror as Ember did her splits and (To Luise's pang of pain in her inner thighs just by watching) her rolling forward in a hamstring shredding, groin aching fashion. But, the fire breather was a dancer after all, so the split was manageable to say the least (If only just barely!), but there was no way in this lifetime that Luise could do whatever Ember wanted to call that little trick.

Luise fixed her legs into a middle split, but moved no further than that, the steps thereafter an unfeasible task, "Hm..." Her voice was tense with strain to keep position, her discipline for the last while not really been up to par in the training/stretches department, but kept a level and calm demeanor, "I don't think I can quite do that yet, Dear... Do you have anything more basic? Just a bit?" Luise let out a slow breath, adjusting her legs again because they had started to slip from their position, a small burst of flames escaping from her lips but dissipating as quickly as they came.


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Jem, in his half-asleep state, scrunched his eyes closed as footsteps sounded closer, approaching his place at the table, mumbling quietly, "What'cha need, S-" Though, he never finished, shutting himself up instantly as the dear Miss Lady started to scold him greatly for his carelessness and over-work. He couldn't retort to her, he really couldn't, since he knew that getting little sleep and eating even less was just apart of the job description. All the workmen had days where they couldn't walk straight. Though, Lady had told Jem time and time again, it always seemed to turn out this way. Jem accepted the scolding with a silent nod, knowing full well he deserved it, ready to leave it at that (Never one to argue, but especially not with Lady.) and continue snoozing halfheartedly at the table. However, Jem's face flooded with heat, his eyes popping open quickly, as small hands pulled him up from his sleep-ready position, inspecting his head for injury.

He could see her lips moving, but Lady's words were falling on deaf ears, Jem fighting his own internal 'Fight or Flight' alarm that was screaming 'FLIGHT FLIGHT FLIGHT'. Lady was standing far too close, and he could just feel Jean's eyes burning holes into the back of his head. That is, until he finally tuned the sound back in, letting it match up with moving lips and only catching small tid-bits of her lecture, leading up into the last, "I. Will. So. No. Mercy." Now Jem knew he was in some deep.... You know, but at least he caught the gist of what she had been saying.

"Ah... I-I can just go back myself. No need to be a bother, you guys have a show tonight!" He stammered stupidly, rising from his chair a bit too quickly for his own good, the world spinning and darkening at a dizzying pace, making him stagger.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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"Poor Jeremy..." Norma thought. "He sure works a lot. I hope he doesn't get worse. Lady now takes care of him. We sure worry her a lot with our conditions, but that's what being a medic like."

Norma's sight was shot at Ferela when she mentioned that 'he kinda liked her'.
"Wha-" Norma almost exploded, but quickly stopped herself of saying something stupid or revealing.
"Who is that 'he' you're talking about, Ela?" Norma tried her best to look and act as casual as possible, knowing that Ferela didn't specifically mention the name.
"How can you tell that this particular person might like me? Have you noticed something really odd about Jean's beha..." So much for being casual, as Norma quickly clogged her mouth with both of her hands.

"L-look! Ember and Luise are stretching!" Norma yelled nervously, pointing at them. "Let's keep them company!"

The girl took Ferela's arm and started dragging her along.
"Hey, girls!" Norma greeted the stretchers, as her voice got a little high pitched.

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ferala saw Norma's reaction and was about to answer when she was pulled over toward the others she looked at Norma and said "So you do know who I was talking about then..yes I did notice.."she looked at the other girls and said "Yes hello you two good morning..."her voice cracked a little as she almost fell being pulled forward by Norma she put her heels into the ground haulting their movement she looked at Norma again and said "I won't say anything just stop pulling me please.."

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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"I'll be a flying squirrel!" Norma responded. "I'm not giving away anything else. What are you guys planning for your acts tonight?" She asked the three girls around her.

(Sorry for the one liner... I hope someone responds soon...)

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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With shock in her eyes Norma observed what happened around her, while holding her top. Never in her life has she ever been so glad she preffered shorts more than skirts. She was even more shocked that the events were caused by Ztateeka. He seemed so reserved! Maybe he messed it up, or maybe it was always the quiet ones. He seemed like he was in panic, but maybe he was a good actor too?

"Denzil, what the heck?" Norma raised her brow at him. "Careful next time."

She didn't mean to sound like she was scolding him, she only wanted to tell him not to do anything like that any more. She hoped she didn't hurt him, but most of all - she hoped he really didn't do it on purpouse.

(Hey, should we timeskip a bit?)

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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(( OOC: ok as its easier to get your attention this way! We can time skip when you guys want but I need you to all be on board and ready so wrap up what you need too then ill make a time skip post yeah! ))

Lady Dravvis


Lady blinked as Jeremy ruffled her hair. She wasn't use to people being near her unless they needed something or was 'related' so it felt odd... But Lady let it slide she'd scolded Jeremy enough times that he earned a few brownie points enough to be considered... A friend? Smiling ever so faintly as the tired man collapsed Lady shook her head and took time only a second to admire the mans art before she closed the caravan door and turned around... She had an act to get ready for... And no time to waste.


Jean Dravvis


Jean was a witness to Norma's accidental and after that he was gone. He felt embarrassed about having seen the poor girls near exposure and with his worry for Lady rising he left the large tent to look for his sister finding her wandering about the slowly dissipating fog. She was quiet as he approached but the two new what they had to do and left behind the caravans for the tent where they would practice. After all magic while it did require imagination and skill also should require a certain amount of practice after all Jean had once lost poor Lady's head in another dimension for a week and despite the fact she still functioned fine without it a wandering doll body that could not speak but acted as though it knew what was going on anyway had freaked out more then a few people...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ztateetka's solid point in his innosence and his apology made Norma believe him a little bit more, but there was still some doubt in the look she gave him.

"Thanks for the apology..." She said. "Make sure everyone wears pants next time..."

After that problem got resolved, Ferela asked Norma if she wanted to practice.

"I've already had plenty of training, besides it won't be proper if I train now. The scratch is still fresh and deep, and I better take the painkillers when the performance is closer." Norma spoke to Ferela. "If you want to train with the animals, I'd love to watch you."

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ferela nodded "Sure I'd be happy to show you a few trick I have learned.." she said happily her body language changing immediately to one of happiness she looked at Norma and smiled "Sorry I forgot about your hand by the way.." she said holding back herself from pulling Norma with her to the animals.

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Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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The girls went to the animals. "I can't wait to see your work behind your stage performance!" Norma exclaimed.

(Are we still doing this? I hope so...)

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Luise Poleq'u Character Portrait: Lady Dravvis Character Portrait: Jean Dravvis Character Portrait: Ztateeka Character Portrait: Norma Rivers Character Portrait: Ember Reels Character Portrait: Eryn Taylor Character Portrait: Jeremy Haze Character Portrait: Ezra Character Portrait: Ferela Starkly

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Ferela led Norma to the animals and smiled when she jumped up onto the small platform that leads to the animal cages a few workers waved at her she waved back as she saw Saber, her favorite tiger, stand and look at them with curiosity yet a fierce wildness shown in the tigers eyes and in the way the animal moved that made Ferela smile even wider "Hello my love.." she said grandly as she reached the cage bars.