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Derrick Cartner

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a character in “Cirque Du Soir”, as played by bandgeek

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Name: Derrick Cartner
Stage Name: Snake
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Role: Freak in the sense that he has the fangs of a snake, entertainer as a snake tamer.
Blood Type: O


Eye Color: Blue/Teal, depending on lighting.
Hair Color: Dark Teal/Black, depending on lighting.
Dressing Style: Victorian London
Weight: 100 lbs
Height: 5'6" ft
Features: Eye patch over right eye, hiding a glowing purple demon star instead of a normal eye. Red circle tattoo with a symbol inside a bit below the left side of his chest. Blue/teal earrings. Fangs that most believe are fake.



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Likes: Music, night time, playing guitar, playing drums, cheesecake, secrets, games, quiet, being along.
+ Music & Night time
+ Playing Guitar & Drums
+ Cheesecake & Sweet things
+ Secrets & Games
+ Quite & Being alone

Dislikes: Loud noises, idiots, arrogance , jocks, cheaters, whores, females, chocolate, bullies, name calling, bright lights, day time.

Flaws: He has a tendency to be very dismissive and uncaring when it comes to others, especially leaders and those "in charge" of him. Derrick immediately places himself above everyone else, in intelligence at least.

Personality: Derrick's primary mode of living is focused internally, where he takes things in primarily via intuition. His secondary mode is external, where he deals with things according to how he feels about them, or how they fit with his personal value system. You could call him the "mature" one, depending on his mood.

He is rather complex, a highly intuitive individual. Artistic and creative, he lives in a world of hidden meanings and possibilities.

Derrick places great importance on having things orderly and systematic in his outer world. He puts a lot of energy into identifying the best system for getting things done. On the other hand, he operates within himself on an intuitive basis which is entirely spontaneous. He knows things intuitively, without being able to pinpoint why, and without detailed knowledge of the subject at hand. He is usually right though, and he usually knows it. Consequently, he puts a tremendous amount of faith into his instincts and intuitions. This is something of a conflict between the inner and outer worlds, and may result in him not being as organized as others tend to be. Or we may see some signs of disarray in an otherwise orderly tendency, such as a consistently messy car.

He has an uncanny insight into people and situations. He gets "feelings" about things and intuitively understands them. This is the sort of thing that other people may scorn and scoff at, and he himself does not really understand his intuition at a level which can be verbalized. Consequently, he is protective of his inner self, sharing only what he chooses to share and when he chooses to share it. He is a deep, complex individual, who is quite private and typically difficult to understand. He holds back most of himself, and can be secretive.

He has a tendency to be stubborn and to ignore other people's opinions. Life is not necessarily easy for the boy, but he is capable of great depth of feeling and personal achievement.



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Skills: He has an uncanny ability to speak with and control snakes. He also has his own pair of fangs, which is why he believes he can speak with them. Most people think these fangs are fake. He wears an eyepatch over his right eye because instead of it being, well, a normal eye it instead glows purple with a demon star within it. No one knows of this.

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So begins...

Derrick Cartner's Story

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Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Derrick had always hated the circus. It was strange then, that he would be working in a circus. Right? Well he couldn't really work anywhere else, not with fangs and an eyepatch that was always present. Most at the circus just assumed the fangs were fake, which was totally normal at a circus. But getting a normal job with fake fangs? Not so easy. As for the eyepatch, well, he supposed he could have taken it off if he wanted. Though even people at the circus would have given him a hard time about what was his right eye, because it certainly wasn't the same ocean-blue as his left eye. His dressing style was a bit strange too, considering it consisted mostly of Victorian London style topcoats and trousers, hats and buckled shoes. Of course he didn't dress like any old Victorian bloke, his coats and hats were the richest of colors, no ordinary brown or black for him.

The fifteen year old boy heard something moving around outside, and he slowly stood to get ready for the night. He didn't really sleep much, meaning he had been up almost all the day and would likely be up all night too. The noise outside was already assumed to be Nixie, who seemed to be like him, always one of the first awake. Though her reasons were probably to start breakfast and chores, while his were so he could effectively insult and outsmart everyone from the moment they woke to the moment they went back to sleep. Yes, not many people here enjoyed Derrick's company. Other than the snakes, his snakes certainly loved him. Most animals did, should he really think about it. But he didn't even have to try with snakes, they found him most of the time.

Making his way over to the kitchen, he spied his target. "Nixie dear!" he called out, British accent coming clearly. "Do you need any help, love?" Behind him, he heard Lenka call out a greeting to Nixie, and placed a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "No Good morning's for your friend Derrick?" he asked, batting his eyelashes at the girl. "Shame."

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Lenka frowned a bit, the expression an uncontrollable flicker on her features. Her lips were quirked back up into a smile soon enough, however, albeit in one that was a tad forced. Bowing her head, she apologized, her voice hardly above a whisper as she did. "Good morning to you, too, Derrick." In all honesty, she hadn't remembered his name; having hardly had a proper conversation with the boy, she had no idea what to say beyond a greeting. Instead of continuing to speak, she simply toed the dirt from where she sat, eerily resembling the sack doll sprawled at her side. In a moment, something came to her. "Are we permitted to offer aid in the kitchen? I wasn't aware of that. I always feel so terrible, eating all this food I had no hand in making." Her voice, now wistful, had the slightest drawling twinge to it. She didn't bother correcting herself. Her mother had grown up on a plantation in its final gasps, and, though her home had once been New York, she couldn't help her tongue slipping every so often. The boy, too, had his own rather... annoying accent.

It wasn't the accent itself, really, but rather the personality that accompanied it. Too outright for her tastes, she shied away from conversations altogether with the sort. The girl nodded and returned to her sewing, finishing off the last of an intricate embroidery she'd worked on late into the night by the light of the moon and a flickering candle. It was a bit messy for her tastes. She sighed, stretched, and threw her head back in exasperation.

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Character Portrait: Callus Makara "Makra" Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Brink Orpheus Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Brink Orpheus

Brink was wandering about when he spotted Callus his friend. "Up early Callus?" Brink strode toward the man and blinked. His friend was unlike himself what they called a freak personally though Brink thought he was cool and fascinating and interesting but mostly he just saw Callus as a good friend he could actually talk to instead of like with everyone where he had to answer there questions approve things and well was seen as a boss not friend. Well there was always Nixie but him and his cousin had a very odd relationship he would worry about her and protect her and she despite her blatant innocence would somehow end up in some situation where she would nearly kill herself. Brink rubbed his temples at the thought of Nixie she was more helpful then disastrous but either way it was stressful...

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Nixie Blue:

Nixie was busy focusing on making food when she was greeted by Lenka, and jumped a little in shock luckily she'd not hurt herself. Nixie turned and waved at the girl before turning back right as she was about to grab the pan another voice jumped in causing Nixie to jump she was never the most alert. This time however her small jump caused her to move her small hand and burn it on the pan. Immediately Nixie bit down on her tongue so as not to yelp in pain. Instead she walked over calmly to the sink and ran cold water on the burn she always carried band-aid's as this was a regular occurrence.

Nixie looked over at Derrick and smiled her head wing's fluttering in both a form of annoyance and embarrassment at him calling her dear and love."Hi and no thank you really I'm fine I have everything ready I was just making a few more things... I always worry that everyone doesn't get enough." Nixie turned back and looked at her red burnt finger she would leave it under the water only a little longer. "Oh if there's anything specific you two want I'd gladly make it! After all I still have some time." Nixie's bright red eye's shimmered and her white little wings twitched and moved on there own accord reflecting her mood which at the moment was a strange mixture of pain, happiness and over all naive-ness to the obvious awkward tension in the room. Of course she could not feel it. Nixie believed everyone liked each other at the circus and each person was so unique the strange girl could not help but admire them all in some way.

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Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Derrick frowned, "Tsk, too late dear." He could sense the annoyance in the girl, and he didn't appreciate it. Not that many people at the circus really liked him, but he didn't mind that. They didn't have to like him, they just had to accept that he was smarter, quicker, and overall better than them. It was then that he looked back to Nixie and saw her running her hand under the water, and he faintly recalled hearing a singeing noise. "Oh my, was that my fault?" the small boys eyes grew wide, and he moved quickly to her side. Just because he was an arrogant ass, it didn't mean he didn't have feelings at all. There were a few people at the circus that he actually liked, genuinely, even if he usually didn't act like it. "I'm so sorry dear, you must forgive my ignorance. I forgot how skittish you were."

As soon as her hand came out of the water, he gently took it with his own gloved hand- white today, since white was only the most elegant of colors; other than blue and red, and purple. His lips pressed gently against the top of her hand before he released it, bowing ever so slightly to the lady in front of him. "I'll have to make it up to you, is there anything I can assist you with?" he didn't really like being in debt to people, nor did he have to want to make this up to her later. But he still had to do something for her, or else it would simply eat him away. People didn't like let things go, they didn't just do things out of the kindness of their hearts. And if they ever said something like it, you can count on them being a liar.

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Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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She scrunched up her nose as she stood up. He knew she hated that nickname, but then again, she'd called him Leo. She never meant from his stagename, he just looked like a lion. Glad that he would help her, she'd turn on her heel, and walk to go get breakfast. She was hungry, and as she had learned before, never eat on an empty stomach, or people might think you're dead. She didn't mean to forget to eat... she was just busy with her stunt... it had slipped her mind. Gosh.. how Brink had lectured her about the importance of food after the show. Ever since then she would eat at least something. Walking in the kitchen she noticed how people had seemed to gather.

Her nose wiggled a bit as she noticed Derrick, near Nixie. I bet they end up dating.... She thought to herself as she grabbed a glass of juice. She'd give everyone a wave, without Julius here, she was the eldest. Though she looked messy, with her cockeyed messy bun and her pj's on. She still even had leftover makeup from last night on her face. She felt like a blue raccoon. "Has anyone seen Brink?" She'd ask biting her lip, now she had to make sure it was ok for Julius to be in her act tonight.... "It's about my performance...." Her eyes scanned everyone once more, as she smelled bacon. She'd refuse to eat it of course, she was a vegetarian. "Also... do we have any fruit left?" She'd add on, before stretching, putting together her outfit for that evening.

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Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Lenka's eyes lit up with a muted joy when she heard Nixie's voice, and she gave a small, real smile this time. She stood up and steeped into the kitchen, her eyes flickering like a flame over her new surroundings. She'd never set foot inside the kitchen before, having only caught wayward glances of it passing by each morning to gather breakfast. She felt as though she hasn't cooked in ages. The wing-haired girl hadn't exactly given her explicit permission to come in, but in her eagerness, all social conventions escaped her. Her air of delicacy receded a bit. Her mouth formed the words with a friendly softness, but her mind was elsewhere. In such a state, she almost seemed friendlier. "Do you have any milk left? Ah, and some flour and some sugar... if you don't mind. Have you ever heard of Hare's Feet?" It was a name she hadn't spoken in years, and she was eager to form the tiny pan-biscuits— the taste was already coming to life on the tip of her tongue. If anything reminded her of her sister, it was the smell of cooking oil, and the room abounded with the memory-laden scent.

Within moments, Lenka's eyes had dropped to the ground. She supposed there would soon be a sob to hold back if she continued to ponder the subject, so she forced it to the back if her mind. Glancing between Nixie and Derrick, she shuffled toward the cupboards to seek out her ingredients. A clean mixing bowl, first, and then the flower. She was hesitant in her movements, small hands swift but tentative in plucking the items from their homes. She wouldn't dare pour a drop of milk without permission, knowing how expensive it could be. Her brief flurry of movement slowed to a standstill, her hands folded in front of her like an obedient maid. Her hair had fallen in her eyes, but she didn't bother moving a hand to move it, frozen until she had worthwhile stimuli to direct her in her actions. She couldn't bring herself to speak, again, desiring no more attention than she'd already garnered simply with her presence.

More movement drew Lenka's gaze from the floor to find Derrick at Nixie's side laying a kiss on her hand. How odd. She'd read about such traditions before but never seen it for herself. Derrick was certainly a character cut out well for the circus, it seemed, his every move like a showman's flourish. She was torn between feelings of amusement and intrigue. Why did he act in such a way? Everything had motivation, Derrick included. Why did he bow to the girl— surely not of higher status than himself? She was new and certainly not lacking in questions.

It was then that a slight suspicion arose in her, burning and urgent. She didn't like at all the way this Derrick carried himself, so bold yet so well-versed in these obscure social conventions. She couldn't quite place what it was she felt so nervous about, but there was a world taking shape in the back of her mind— arrogance?

Ah, well. She could watch, and she could wait, the both of them an innate nature to her. It was interesting enough.

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Character Portrait: Callus Makara "Makra" Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Brink Orpheus Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Lenka Paris

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Brink Orpheus

Brink laughed gently. "I'm only stressed because of Nixie... She's been wild as ever lately." Brink looked over at his friend and chuckled lightly as he messed around with his hair. "I think we should get food into you so you actually have energy to deal with the large amounts of people who will be drawn to your ever amazing show my friend." Brink ran a hand through his hair once again. He may have offered the food as a suggestion but really he was prepared to not give his friend a choice in the matter.

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Nixie Blue

Nixie was starting to feel over-whelmed as people stepped in and out of the kitchen doing there own thing and eating. To be honest the wind headed girl was not sure how to deal with it all and was about to tend to everyone when Derrick called back her attention by pulling her hand out from under the water. She winced when he kissed it but that was soon forgotten when he apologized. "Oh no need Derrick It's my fault for not being aware of everything this morning." When he insisted on making it up to her, she flapped her head wings wildly and flailed. "No n-no! It's my job to take care of everyone I don't wanna burden you..." She paused. Derrick was fairly new and with all the errands she'd had to run lately she had not had time to actually see Derrick's performance. Huffing so as not to see like she was giving in to the boy she looked away. "But I guess if you insist... Then I hope to maybe catch your performance but aside that I forbid you going out of your way!" Nixie's head wing's opened widely to show that would be where she draws the line.

Nixie looked around at everyone else in the kitchen. "Brink is still busy I think or asleep... Oh I forgot about fruit! Oh Lenka Alynna everyone I'm sorry!" Nixie ran over to the fridge and opened it pulling out various fruits. "Ah... We only have some apples and peaches..." Nixie sighed and crossed her arms. "I hope you guys don't mind apples and peaches she smiled awkwardly making a mental note to talk to Brink later about going into town... They probably needed some meat as well for the lions and other animals. Maybe she would stay awake after the night and go into town she would end up dead tired but she could always catch up on sleep later.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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Derrick began growing a bit agitated with all the people around, visibly twitching when another spoke. Alright, so it wasn't exactly people in general that bothered him, it was mostly the female part of those people. And the circus certainly had an abundance of females, there were only four or five males, and it seemed like there were a thousand females. Now for a boy that liked no other girls but his dear little Nixie, this very much got on his nerves. After clearing his throat, he stepped away from Nixie and raised his hand, giving a quick wave to his company. "I do hope to see you all in the very near future," Ugh, no. His shoes clacked on the hard floor in the kitchen as he retreated towards the outdoors. It was beginning to get stuffy inside anyways, with all the people gathered in one small space. Especially with the clothes he wore.

Once outside it was a little bit easier to breathe, and he began looking around for someone else to bother. The first person to come to mind was Julius- he was always the first to come to Derrick's mind though. As the boy headed towards the lion tent, he tried to come up for an explanation as to why he treated Julius so much better than the rest of the group. Obviously he treated most of them like lowly peasants, barely deserving to be around him at all. But when it came to Julius, well, he treated the man like a god. It was usually most amusing to the others, but he couldn't help himself. Around the lion tamer he wasn't arrogant, or rude, or sarcastic, he was awkward and childish and completely foolish. Though he hardly realized the change in himself, he couldn't stop it either.

The boy heard a door open and close from inside the lions tent, quickly deciding that the only place it could have come from was Julius' caravan. Peeking his head out of the tent proved that he was correct, and once the boy was out of sight Derrick quickly moved after him. When they reached the lake, Derrick ducked behind one of the trees, definitely not have been expecting Julius to strip right there in front of him. Well... Julius also didn't really know that Derrick was watching... but he could pretend! Blushing slightly, the boy stayed behind the tree, careful to keep his outfit from touching the ground. His shoes were becoming a bit of an annoyance, but he simply refused to wear clothing from this era. It was so boring, so normal. Derrick was not normal, and he would not pretend to be for anyone. That was just... well, he liked him being him.

After Julius was in the water, Derrick showed himself, waving his arms over his head and calling out when the boy resurfaced. "Julius! Julius! You're in the lake!" way to state the obvious, Derrick.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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Julius was swimming down, down, down, into the depths of the lake, the water gradually growing cooler as he made his descent. His green eyes were wide open, taking in his surroundings as they grew darker until he stopped, just suspended in the water with a few bubbles escaping from his lips. Then, his lungs began to protest, demanding oxygen. A little disoriented at this depth, he let another few bubbles escape and followed them heavenward, towards the surface.

When he finally breached the surface, he gave a shuddering gasp, taking in as much oxygen as he could in one gulping breath. His blonde curls were dripping and sticking stubbornly to his face, the water trailing down his face in odd streaks almost like raindrops. That was when he heard shouting coming from the lake's shore. Still breathing deeply, he spun around curiously before his lips broke into a lazy but nevertheless pleased grin.

It was Derrick waving excitedly and shouting from the shoreline. The younger boy never failed to get that pleased reaction from him because, to be quite frank, Julius adored the younger boy. It wasn't just a professional sort of respect, although there was plenty of that. He never ceased to be amazed by Derrick's affinity for snakes and never failed to remind the English boy of the fact, especially when he was able to catch one of his acts. Maybe it was his adorable personality- a little awkward but incredibly sweet and funny(Julius could never imagine why he'd heard so many complaints about him). No, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he was certainly fond of the snake tamer.

With that thought in mind, he began the short swim back to the shore, each stroke smooth in the water. Well, he'd better be good at swimming. After joining the circus without even the slightest idea as to what to do in water deeper than a bath, it had been literally sink or swim in that one of the water acts had shoved him into a large body of water and he'd had to make his way out on his own. Finally reaching dry land, he pulled himself up and out of the water, shaking his wet hair like a wet dog before making his way over.

"How's my favorite snake tamer doing?" He teased lightly, wrapping the smaller boy into a hug, quite ignoring the fact that he was soaking wet. It had been a while since they'd been able to talk- between moving from town to town and a variety of things to do to set up the circus, it had been maybe two or three days since he'd so much as caught a glimpse of him and maybe a week since they'd been able to talk. As close in proximity as they were, both kept themselves busy and there was always something to do at the circus. Which really wasn't an excuse and was exactly why Julius was hugging him now.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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Derrick blushed when he saw Julius swimming towards the shore, he hadn't meant to make the boy get out of the water. Well, okay, he wouldn't be too upset if he did happen to get out of the water and was only wearing those black undies that he had glimpsed earlier, but he certainly was going going to admit that to anyone. Except for Julius, if he ever asked, because he would probably tell Julius whatever he wanted to know or hear. It was like the boy was addicting or something, at least to Derrick he was. He always guessed it was because of their differences, they were so different. Julius dealt with those big, scary lions, and Derrick dealt with little, pathetic snakes. Don't get him wrong, he loves his snakes, but Julius definitely attracted more than Derrick did. And Julius was just so handsome and laid back and popular with everyone, whereas Derrick stayed away from others and was arrogant and hated by most. Even when Derrick attempted to be that guy with Julius, back at the beginning, his now-friend wouldn't hear of it. He remembered how he hadn't even bothered being annoyed or anything, and then Derrick had seen him with the lions and it clicked. Julius wasn't afraid of the beast, and he wasn't bothered by the arrogant asshole.

When his friend emerged from the water, Derrick's cheeks quickly grew red and he ducked his head to stare at the ground. No such luck, Derrick was pulled into a hug by the soaking wet boy. "Julius! You're getting my outfit all wet!" he managed to spit out, really only saying it for an excuse to be squirming around and blushing like crazy. Really he was just... very aware of the nearly-naked boy hugging him. Nearly-naked and five years older. Grumbling and pretending like he was upset, he stomped a few steps away and made an attempt at pulling his waistcoat off, obviously pretending that he just couldn't do it by himself. "Julius love? You wouldn't mind assisting me with my clothes, would you?" the boy batted his eyelashes, offering the man his arm so he could help him out of the now-soaked clothing. It was daring, yes, but he was counting on Julius being too naive to notice that Derrick could have easily taken the clothing off himself. Even better though, perhaps he would notice that Derrick could take it off himself, but he would do it anyways.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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"Sorry, sorry," Julius said, laughter tinging his voice as he held up his hands in surrender, letting Derrick squirm his way out of the embrace. "I just haven't seen you in a while."

He was grumbling now, but a blush was still painted in his pale cheeks in his indignation, and it was adorable as was, really, most of the things that Derrick did. Admittedly, it hadn't always been like this, this easy companionship and general lack of maturity. When Derrick had first showed up at the circus maybe a year ago now, Julius had been elected as his unofficial tour guide to all things Cirque du Soir. Looking back on it now, it seemed truly bizarre the way Derrick had tried to undermine him, tried to get under his skin. But if Julius was anything, it was thick skinned after putting up with moody lions and circus people who had hair trigger tempers and, on an even more terrifying note, strict teachers. So, every sharp word was met with a relaxed dismissal, every insult batted away as insignificant until by the end of the week, after everything had been settled and that town's shows had been finished, they had all but disappeared leaving the Derrick he knew today. Not that he hadn't seen the way Derrick acted around others, but he was Julius' friend and, honestly, Julius cut him more slack then he really should.

Contrary to popular belief, Julius wasn't an idiot. Well, he was a little bit of an idiot because no incredibly smart person spends their days sleeping in a Lion's Den after being mauled- or, really, before being mauled. And he was, admittedly, rather naive despite the circus' best efforts otherwise. But the point remains that Julius was not a complete idiot, so when Derrick pretended to struggle to take his now soaking waistcoat off before turning his best attempt of puppy dog eyes on the lion tamer and asking for help, Julius did realize, somewhere deep in his mind, that, no, the fifteen-year-old didn't actually need help.

But, as much as he realized that, he was a bit of an idiot and he was a complete sucker for the batting eyelashes and pouty face, especially coming from the snake tamer. And, really, it had been his fault, hadn't it, hugging the poor boy while he'd been soaking wet?

"I don't mind at all," He replied easily, making his way over with another laugh and began to remove the soaking waistcoat from the younger boy.

"Now, as much as I love seeing you, and I really do, what are you doing out here?" He asked with a hum as the dripping coat clung stubbornly to Derrick's arms before finally letting go with a bit of a slorping sound. He folded the piece of clothing over his arm as if he were a glorified coatrack and gave the younger boy a relaxed smile. "Something tells me it wasn't for a quick swim."

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Moshe Fairview

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Alynna hugged Brink before she ran off to let Julius know the great news. She stopped when didn't see him near his caravan. "I'll have to go bathe...I'll let him know later." She said to herself, before trotting off to her caravan. Looking around she found her show clothes, grinning she wrapped them in the cloak she usually wore, and pet her beautiful black kitten. "Hey Moshe bear...." She'd coo before opening the door. The little kitten meowed before scurring out the door. It had taken her an arm and a leg to convince Brink to let her keep it, finally she had used the 'black cat magician card' before Brink finally agreed. Shaking her head, she'd pat her leg and start walking to the lake to bathe herself off, she hated smelling like sweat and sleep.

Not noticing anyone was nearby she quickly stripped down and waded into the lake. Moshe hesitantly walked to the bank of the lake before meowing and running off. "Moshe!" Alynna shouted before she realized that Julius and Derrick were down the shore. Shaking her head she'd lower herself to only her shoulders were showing in the water. She'd forgotten that Julius said he was going to bathe. She'd close her eyes and let her body relax, that was the important thing, relaxing before her show.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Moshe Fairview

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Smirking to himself he'd run up to Julius and give him a friendly nuzzle. Looking back he'd give a meow to Alynna before looking back up at Julius. Noticing Derrick, he'd rub against his leg, wrapping his tail around the boy's calf. He'd give the persona he was a real cat before running off. He wanted to hang with the guys, and not while he was a cat. As soon as he got out of Alynna's eye shot, his body started shifting and twitching and shimmering, fur dissolved off his whole body. Bones broke and stretched until he looked like a normal boy... well not exactly normal, but almost normal. His two black ears peeped above his black hair, while his tail stuck out from his outfit. Like any other guy, his outfit were black skinny jeans with a black shirt, and a bright red collar with a bell on it. His feet were bare, as he padded back over to the guys. "Hey...er... what are you guys doing here?" His tail flicked and wiggled happily as he talked to them both.

His eyes drifted down to Alynna making sure she was OK ....she seemed fine. He treated her like he was an older brother, though she was only a year older than him. He was used to playing the older brother part, though his sister only past a few months ago. He didn't want Alynna knowing that her assistant was her pet cat, the one she fought so hard to keep...he didn't know how she'd feel about that. "So I'm quite excited to see your performances tonight... Alynna's outfit.. is amazing..." He'd continue talking, since he was the one who picked out her outfit for the night. In fact anyone who came to him with wardrobe problems, he was happy to help.

He was unaware that Julius and Alynna were working together in the same performance, if he knew that, he'd probably change her whole wardrobe. "Julius... I was curious... if you're performing tonight... do you want to try taming a wild Panther?" He'd smirk as he talked about his newest form, one that no one had seen from him yet.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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It made Derrick feel nice to know that his friend had missed him. They hardly ever got to see each other, no matter that they slept only a caravan apart- and there was only too many times that Derrick had wanted to go find Julius in the middle of the night, but that would be highly inappropriate for a boy of his stature. Well, the stature he had given himself, since most of the circus-people still saw him as the little boy who had too big a mouth for his age. It wasn't his fault that he liked to outsmart and insult the others, it was just so easy to do. You couldn't blame him anyways, he was just making everyone aware of those obvious flaws that everyone had. Besides him, Derrick had no flaws. From the day he took his first step, he was brought up to be as perfect as one could be. Before he had run off to the circus, most actually thought his hard work had paid off. Derrick was one amazing fifteen year old. Of course that slipped away from him sometimes, and he acted like the immature child that he was supposed to be acting like. Or when he was around Julius, the man just made him nervous.

Derrick watched at Julius made his way over. The boy had managed to pull his topcoat off, and it was now lying forgotten on the grass. It didn't matter, he could wash it later. What did matter was that his friend was coming over to help him take his clothes off, which really wasn't what normal friends did, right? Alright, well maybe he was just making a big deal out of nothing, but you couldn't blame him for having a tiny crush on the older boy. It wasn't like he wasn't attractive, and he was so strong... Just too bad that the other was straight, and Derrick just... wasn't. While he was attracted to the more, feminine gender, he also couldn't stand them. It just came easier with a guy, he supposed, and it didn't really matter. They were at a circus anyways, so what if it made him more of a freak? As long as Julius didn't mind, well, he didn't care about any of the others opinions on him. He was also fairly positive Julius knew that he was gay, but since they had never actually talked about something like that, he couldn't be sure about it.

"I was following you, if that's what you're getting at," Derrick said briskly, taking his waistcoat gently from his friend and going to lay them over low branches to dry out. When he made his way back to his friend, he was already in the process of unbuttoning his shirt. Though halfway through the task he paused, throwing his arms around his friends neck for a real hug, since the last had been ruined by Julius' soaking wet body. After placing a loud kiss on his cheek, he completed his earlier task and shrugged off the coat. It was then that more people appeared, causing Derrick to retreat back into his usual rude, insensitive self. "Julius, don't you want to go get breakfast? There's too many people." he sighed, giving a wistful look at Julius before rebuttoning his shirt and leaving, upset that his moment with Julius had been ruined by the whore and her cat.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Moshe Fairview

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"Following me? That wasn't what I was getting at, but good to know," He said, chuckling under his breath as he relinquished the waistcoat to its rightful owner. The sun was setting further now, casting brilliant reds and oranges on the landscape, the shadows of the trees dancing across the lake, shadowed leaves swaying gently with the wind. He was wide awake now, the dip in the lake having woken him up from his half-slumber, water still dripping insistently from his curls and down the tip of his nose.

He didn't bother to be surprised when Derrick threw his arms around him, planting a sound kiss on his cheek, instead smiling fondly. My, but Derrick was being affectionate today. Which was, in retrospect, a good sign considering Julius had completely soaked his nice, clean outfit (although, how Derrick managed to wear that type of clothing, Julius would never know. Sure, it looked cute on him, but on anyone else it would look ridiculous, especially if the person trying to wear it was, say, 6'3 and more lean muscle then anything.

The quiet moment was broken by a very familiar exclamation from the lake. Julius whirled around, cheeks painted a violent scarlet because, contrary to whatever people believed, he didn't like women catching him in just his underwear. Not that it wasn't just as awkward when it was a boy, per say, but given his upbringing, being caught in his underwear by a girl, even someone who was as close to him as Alynna, was intensely embarrassing. Luckily enough, she was too far out to actually, well, see anything, and the blush vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

His embarrassment was entirely forgotten when he felt a soft presence nuzzle against his leg before disappearing. He heard the disturbingly familiar sound of bones cracking before, standing before them, was the circus' resident shapeshifter/cat/whatever he was planning on being today.

"Hey there, Mosh," Julius greeted lazily, reaching up and scratching behind one of the cat-boy's ears, just as he would one of his own lions. "I'm not sure if I'm performing tonight, but the boys and girls are always willing to have a new addition to the act." And he was getting excited now, just a bit, at the thought of adding a panther to the show, ideas whirling around in his animal-obsessed head at the proposition. That was, of course, brought to a screeching halt when he noticed Derrick's shift in attitude.

He shouldn't be surprised- he really shouldn't- as the younger boy withdrew back into his typical, snappy personality and began to walk away. Julius let out a sigh and, realized that, yes, his stomach had grumbled quite loudly at the thought of breakfast, and, no, Derrick was certainly not waiting for him. He blew a wet strand of hair from his face, the curl flopping back onto his face limply.

"Wait just a minute, Derrick," He said, the words coming out more as a wheedling request than an order. "I've got to get dressed. I don't think anyone would appreciate me waltzing around the circus in my underwear."

With that, he made his way over to his clean clothes, drying himself as best he could before he slipped on his pants- and, ugh, that was a bit uncomfortable what with his impromptu bathing-suit still wet, but he wasn't changing into dry underwear with an audience(he was a circus performer, not a stripper, thanks). Then, slinging his arms into his typical button-up shirt, toeing on his shoes, and slinging his purple vest over his right arm, was at least vaguely ready to face the world.

"We can talk about the act later, Mosh, once I figure out what I'm doing tonight," He offered cheerily, buttoning up his shirt as he followed behind Derrick who, quite hopefully, had decided to wait up. "See you around."

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As soon as he heard the words come out of Julius's mouth, Derrick stopped and waited for him. There was no way he could say no to the other boy, he didn't want to say no. The whole entire walking away thing was a bluff anyways, he had hoped very much that his friend would tell him to stay, or even better say that he was coming along. Derrick didn't like Alynna, not with how much time the girl spent with his man. It was like she was pining after him or something, always finding an excuse to be around him or be asking him for something. He sort of just wanted to rip her throat out- that was what fangs were for, right? Faking impatience, he tapped his boot on the grass and crossed his arms. "Hurry up Julius, I'm not going to wait for your butt forever." When the comment about others not wanting to see him walk around in his underwear reached Derrick, he smirked. "Sure, they might not, I can't say the same for myself though." The comment came quietly, but he was sure that anyone listening could have heard it if they chose too.

Once Julius had caught up, Derrick gave him a one over and frowned. "Would you like to stop at your caravan to change?" the boy asked softly, looking bashful. He honestly did feel bad about wrecking his friends bath, and also apparently drawing everyone out to the place where it was supposed to be just Julius and him. Now he was even wrecking his clothes, it couldn't be comfortable to wear pants with your undies soaked. All Julius had to do was say the word, and Derrick would comply and follow him wherever. He wasn't sure if Julius even noticed this though. Sometimes he felt... ignored, maybe, around Julius. Of course, not in the normal way, as Julius was quite giving with his attention for him. But no matter how much he flirted, or how affectionate he was, he got nowhere. He would have preferred Julius to just tell him he wasn't interested than this, it was torture. But his friend just had to notice the change in Derrick when they were alone. Almost abruptly he had shifted back into that shy, awkward child that he always had been around Julius.

That was when everything went to hell again. The girl, Alynna, had made her way to shore and come after him and Julius. Shifting back again- god, this was like split personalities now -, he turned towards the girl, giving a harsh glare. "He went to get some food, obviously." he said flatly, eyes flicking over her appearance. "Go put some clothes on, this isn't a whorehouse." With that, he grabbed Julius's arm and attempted to drag him away and towards the man's caravan, praying desperately that he would follow without protest. "Silly girl," he mumbled to himself, trying to rid her from his thoughts.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Moshe Fairview

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"You read my mind," Julius hummed at the suggestion, adjusting his pants slightly when he caught up. The water dripping down his legs was a little chilly at best and the way his underwear was clinging awkwardly now was uncomfortable at worst. The outfit, well, apart from the vest, was a lost cause anyways. Without an available towel(oh, he knew he'd forgotten something when he'd arrived at the lake) his white shirt was clinging just as awkwardly to his torso, water stains on the shoulders from his still dripping hair. Oh, well. It was nothing a quick trip to his caravan wouldn't take care of. In all honesty, he used the place more as a storage locker than anything this time of year, the days just now chilly enough to make a good excuse to stay in the Lion Den to sleep.

"We can get breakfast right afterwards," He promised, smiling down at the shorter boy, laughing slightly as his own stomach made another loud gurgle. Apparently skipping the second meal last night hadn't been a wonderful idea. He patted his empty belly and sighed. "Ugh, I'm hungry enough to-"

No one would ever find out what he was hungry enough to do because that was right when Alynna came running up and out of the water. He blinked once, then twice, before turning his head sharply to the side and towards the sky to avoid looking at her barely clothed form, another more vivid scarlet blush covering his face completely, a strange contrast to his golden hair and green eyes. Because, yes, she was his friend, but oh dear Lord, oh dear Lord, she was most likely naked under that cloak that left little to the imagination. So little. She may not have been embarrassed, but that was all right. He was embarrassed enough for the both of them.

"You don't need to worry, Alynna. I think he went-" He was cut off once more, but this time by Derrick, his words practically dripping with venom(ha. Venom. He stored that little joke away to amuse himself later) as he snapped at Alynna, the whorehouse comment completely uncalled for, state of undress or not. He bit back another sigh. It was going to be one of those nights, wasn't it?

"Yeah, pretty sure he went to the food caravan," Julius confirmed, agreeing with Derrick if not in the way he said it. Then, before things could escalate any further(and, knowing both of them as well as he did, it almost certainly would), instead of being dragged along, Julius simply picked the snake tamer up, slinging the boy over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. It was, sadly enough, not an uncommon move on his part. Whenever Derrick got too "grumpy" as Julius like to put it or "ass-holeish" as everyone else preferred, he'd found that the quickest way to defuse the situation was to simply pick him up, slinging him over his shoulder and effectively giving him something else to be indignant about.

"Come on, sassy pants," He sighed, rolling his gaze heavenward. He used the arm not balancing his unwilling passenger, he gave Alynna a wave(well, her general direction a wave, she was still practically naked after all) and started back towards his caravan.

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Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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Derrick's eyes went wide as he was suddenly lifted into the air and thrown over the older- and obviously much stronger -man's shoulder and hauled away. If he was being honest, he was quite happy about the whole situation, knowing that Alynna should now know that Julius was very much his and no one elses. And it wasn't too bad to be picked up by Julius, his hands were after all, only mere inches from his rear. The thought made him blush, and he was happy to know that his friend couldn't see it. Besides, it also meant that he got to keep his Julius all to himself- and he really never was one for sharing what was his. Even if Julius didn't know that he was his... Derrick was quite sure that the rest of the people at the circus found it quite obvious that the snake-tamer had a crush on the Lion Boy. Who didn't? Though he knew he was going to still have to act at least a bit annoyed, just because he was Derrick and didn't let anyone think that they could just get away with something like this. And it probably meant that Julius would continue doing it. "You're getting my 'sassy pants' wet again," he said, voice flat as he slumped against Julius, giving up his- fake -attempts to get free.

"I'm not afraid to bite you," he warned, lips close enough to the others neck that his breath could be felt against Julius' skin. It was almost like flirting, in a completely strange and teasing way. He mostly just figured Julius would laugh and ignore him, as per usual. Whenever Derrick got himself into trouble, his friend was always there to pull him out of it- or more like carry him out of it. And he wasn't really ashamed to admit that he grew a bit of a sharper tongue around him, just because he knew then that Julius would take care of him, and he would get some alone time with his favorite person ever. After running his fangs lightly over the man's neck, he allowed him to carry on without the threat of having his throat ripped out- or venom running through his veins. Actually, considering Derrick had never bitten anyone, he wasn't quite sure if his fangs even were venomous. He wasn't really in the mood to find out though, at least not on Julius. Maybe he would find someone willing... perhaps the spider girl, since she would probably be immune to any type of venom. He would see about it later.

When they reached Julius's caravan, Derrick struggled for a moment until he was allowed out of the males arms, and he quickly entered the others little house without waiting for real permission. "Don't worry, I won't peek." he mumbled, slipping the heeled shoes off at the door before making himself comfortable on the tiny bed. The tiny bed he hoped to snuggle up in with Julius one day, of course. "You wouldn't happen to have like... a shirt I could borrow? Mine is still all wet, and we all know how long it takes me to get dressed." It was true, it took Derrick almost an hour to get ready for the day- night. Sure, he looked fancy- if not a bit odd -but it took quite awhile to get into those clothes. It would be much easier to just borrow one of Julius's shirts, for the time being.

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Character Portrait: Brink Orpheus Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Alice Darkwood Character Portrait: Moshe Fairview

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Alynna narrowed her eyes at Derrick, but refused to engage in a battle of wits with him. She was the furthest thing from a whore. "See how you feel should all your snakes disappear." She'd say coolly, before turning on her heel and walking off. She knew Derrick had a crush on Julius, but she wasn't that harsh to say anything. Wonder if Julius knows... The thought passed through her head, wondering if Julius even went that way. She'd give a wave to Julius, "Later Leo..." she called out, because if it wasn't him, she'd probably act cold hearted and get in a shouting contest with Derrick. She'd reach the lake and quickly get dressed in her costume for the night. Mosh was the one who picked it out for her, and she did like how it looked on her. It complimented her curves nicely, and didn't reveal too much, but just enough to keep the men in the crowd attentive to her. Wrapping the damp cloak around her neck, she'd walk off to go to the Big Top.
Walking in the breakfast caravan, she made a detour to grab some more fruit for later, during practice.
In her anger, she didn't realize that she bumped shoulders with Brink. "Oh! Brink! I'm so sorry!" She'd squeak out as the cloak (that was loosly tied anyway) slipped from around her neck and onto the ground. Seems that the nudge gave the cloak the tug it needed to fall off. The tiger around his shoulders would give out a loud growl reminding Alynna there was an animal around Brink's shoulders. She'd blush slightly, she hated revealing her outfits before the show... it was just a bit embarrassing.

"Still... so super sorry..." She'd give a polite wave to Alice and motioned to her outfit
"What do you think? Good for tonight's show?" She'd ask, happy that this outfit went well with her hair color, seems she always wore black and silver because that was all that she thought went with it.

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Character Portrait: Brink Orpheus Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Alynna "Risque"  Silverkin Character Portrait: Julius Barker

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Leo. Julius huffed slightly at the use of his nickname as he walked away, a pout briefly present on his face before it disappeared into his default relaxed expression. Allyana just had to have the last word, didn't she(this was, of course, ignoring the fact that he'd tried so desperately to get in the last word this morning)? Derrick was light on his shoulder, not much of a nuisance for the lion tamer to cart around. Well, at least after he'd stopped his feeble struggling and accepted the fact that, yes, he was catching a ride on the Julius train.

"Considering you're the reason my pants are wet right now, your sassy pants can deal with it," He retorted, but in a good natured way, adjusting Derrick into a better position over his shoulder. There was, luckily enough, no one outside right now, or at least in the general vicinity. Well, it may not have been lucky for other people because they must have been quite an amusing sight, the soaked lion tamer carrying around the almost equally soaked at this point young snake charmer. Still, the scene- albeit normally without either of them wet- had become a sadly almost frequent sight since Derrick had joined Cirque du Soir. It had all begun on one of those early days in his career as a snake tamer when Derrick had found himself embroiled in a fight with a fellow circus member- Julius had never learned what had started the fight and, honestly, didn't care to- that was flirting dangerously close to becoming physical when the lion tamer had simply picked him up and carried him off. Oh, Derrick had whined at first, had demanded to be put down, but, really, it was his own fault. It wasn't like Julius liked doing it just because it was fun and slightly hilarious- okay, that was partially it, but Derrick didn't really need to know that.

"You should be afraid. I probably taste awful," He hummed, shivering involuntarily when Derrick's breath ghosted across his neck and then again when his fangs lightly scraped the skin. It was easy to forget that he had those because, honestly, at this point in their odd friendship, so much more stood out about Derrick than just fangs or his ever present eyepatch(then again, after joining the circus, he'd met plenty of people with eyepatches Brink included). It was funny that, despite growing up where "normals" were, pardon the pun, strictly the norm, he'd found himself easily integrated into the circus were so-called freaks and normals cohabited without issue. That was probably because, he often admitted to himself, he was pretty strange himself.

The caravan was a welcome sight as he let Derrick wiggle safely out of his arms and followed him inside. He gave a little smile when Derrick flopped onto his bed, effectively messing up the made-up blankets, and made himself at home. Putting his dirty clothes on a little countertop to be dealt with later, he began going through his cupboards, picking out fresh and, thankfully, dry clothes. The request for a shirt did throw him for a bit of a loop, the image of Derrick practically dwarfed by one of his button-ups bringing barely suppressed laughter to his lips. The mention of how long it took Derrick to get dressed was too much and the laughter finally escaped his lips. Anyone who complained about their wife or sister taking too long to get dressed had obviously never had to wait on the young snake tamer.

"I'll see what I can find you," he promised before going back to rummaging through shelves until he found what he was looking for. It was, quelle surprise, one of his button-ups from a few years ago, a royal purple color that he hadn't had a chance to wear very often until, before he knew it, he'd outgrown it. It would still probably be a bit big on Derrick, but it was better than nothing, and in relatively good condition.

"Here we are," He said, holding it up triumphantly before passing it over to the boy occupying his bed. "I'll just be a minute, yeah?" With that, he slipped away to one of the corners to change. There wasn't much privacy, per say, in any of the caravans, but the propriety that had been drilled into his brain from day one up to year twelve had left its mark, demanding he at least make an attempt not to accidentally become an exhibitionist.

As promised, it didn't take more than a moment to change out of his soaking wet clothes and into dry replacements. He ran a hand through his tangle of curls, still damp after his little dip in the lake.

"Ready to go grab some breakfast?" His stomach rumbled in agreement with the sentiment.

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Derrick would admit that he enjoyed watching Julius. It didn't matter what he was doing, simply searching for a shirt or performing for crowds of possibly a hundred and more- and Derrick had never missed a show, even if Julius would never notice something like that. He was actually quite ashamed of that, always going out of the way to do these little things for Julius, even though he would likely never even notice it. Julius would never notice him. There had been a few times where he would leave roses on the steps to his caravan, originally white roses that were messily painted red, some hardly even being painted at all. It was all done by him, since he had just finished reading Alice in Wonderland and just had to do it for him. Back to the original point though, with his friends shirt being wet, it hugged his skin, allowing the younger boy to see every muscle and curve as he searched the shelves for clothes. Sure, he had promised not to look, while he was getting changed. Until then he would look as much as he liked.

When Julius pulled out a shirt for him, Derrick immediately smiled and nearly snatched it out of his hands. "You're wonderful Julius, amazing." Royal purple, one of his top favorite colors. Along with blue of course. He didn't bother with going in a corner or attempting to hide himself, he was only taking his shirt off and there wasn't much to show. Derrick was extremely skinny and bony, really nothing special or attractive at all. Unbuttoning his shirt, he quickly pulled it and the various ties he had around his neck before throwing them onto Julius's bed- it would give him a reason to come back later, if he conveniently forgot them. The way he buttoned the shirt was lazy- and certainly abnormal for a boy like Derrick -the last two buttons remained unbuttoned and he tied one of his black ties loosely around his neck, allowing it to hang down and adding to that "messy" look. Once Julius was paying attention to him again, Derrick did a little twirl and winked, "How do I look? Stunning, I know."

"We need to really go swimming soon," said Derrick as he exited the caravan, remembering to leave his other shirt and tie inside. He did look a bit strange, with the purple shirt and his 'regular' blue pants and heeled shoes, but as long as Julius didn't mind, neither did he. "It'll be fun, just you and me. Before we leave this place, you know?" Derrick noticed the hint of almost... begging in his tone, and he coughed, looking away and trying to appear uncaring. He didn't know why he craved the boys attention so badly, he didn't know how Julius had failed to notice it. "I'm sorry I kept you from breakfast for so long..." he said quietly, kicking a rock with his shoe- also very unDerricklike, he loved his shoes.

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"Magnificent, Derrick," Julius agreed with a smile, clapping like a spectator at a fashion show as Derrick twirled around. "You look better in that then I ever did." Which was, in fact, true- when he'd worn it, he'd been an awkward teenager, all gangly limbs and awkward features. To be quite honest, he'd looked more like a child playing dress-up and failing miserably. But Derrick, despite the shirt being a few sizes too big, pulled it off quite well. Maybe he should just let him keep it, for all the good it did taking up space in Julius' own caravan. That is, if Derrick would even want it.

It wasn't really Derrick's style, as the sight before him clearly spelled out, so far from the boy's norm. Far from the insanely neat appearance and Victorian-esque clothes he normally favored, the younger boy looked- what was the word- rumpled? Yes, rumpled, like he's just rolled out of bed and just managed to get the energy to half-heartedly get dressed. It was, to be quite frank, adorable. Then again, when wasn't Derrick adorable? Well, for Julius anyways. Most people would argue that he stopped being adorable the moment he opened his mouth.

He stepped out behind Derrick, buttoning up his crisp purple vest from before as he used his hip to shut the door behind him. Not that it would do much good if someone actually wanted to go in while he was out, but at least it was pretty good at keeping the various bugs and insects from making his home theirs. It was still cool outside, but not as terrible now that he'd changed into a dry set of clothes and his hair was more damp than wet.

Derrick's sudden change in mood actually managed to catch him off guard. Yes, he'd seen him go from irritable to silly and back to angry in a series of moments on a semi-regular basis, like just moments before at the lake, but it perturbed him hear the slight desperation in his tone and then even more so when he quieted down in a way very unlike him. Honestly, he was kicking a rock- even Julius didn't dare mess around with Derrick's shoes. The entire picture made him look so... so... so, defeated, that it tugged harshly at Julius' heart strings. He already had a soft spot for the snake tamer, so this certainly wasn't helping.

"What? Hey, no, don't be sorry," He said, leaning over and wrapping his arms around Derrick in a warm hug. Julius was an admittedly touchy-feely person, finding it much easier to give comfort or show affection through actions rather than words. "I got to hang out with you, didn't I? Breakfast can wait." He gave another squeeze, resting his chin on the top of the younger boy's head and just holding him for a moment. It was at times like these that he was reminded of the stories most of the circus folk had- almost all heart breaking. It made him feel silly, sometimes, given the way that he'd shown up out of the blue. It also made him all the more determined to take care of those closest to him and Derrick certainly fit the bill.

"How about this," He said after a moment, finally letting go, but still keeping his hands on Derrick's shoulders as he leaned down a little bit more so that they were face to face. "After tonight's show, if you're feeling up to it, we can go for that swim, all right? Just you and me."

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Pulling gently at the bottom of his shirt- Julius's shirt, he attempted to distract himself with anything other than Julius. Apologizing wasn't something Derrick did all the time, actually he really only recalled saying he was sorry maybe a handful of times, and that was even pushing it. He just never was that sort of person who felt bad about things, if he said or did something, why would he regret it? Anger didn't blind you, it cleared your vision. Because whatever you say when you are angry, is the truth. There was no doubt about it in his mind, which was why he didn't bother trying to be nice very often. When you were nice, that's when you were blinded. Letting people use you or get away with things, if he was just angry all the time, he wouldn't get close to anyone and no one would try to get close to him- because he was an asshole.

He knew that very few people around the circus liked him. Perhaps Brink did, since Derrick kissed up to him almost as much as he did Julius. Nixie could like him, but it also could just be her being kind, but he had always been sure to not be rude to her. It was simply common sense, why would you want to anger the one who prepared your meals? As for Julius, well, sometimes he wasn't very sure where he stood with the man. Of course they were friends, excellent friends. So close that Derrick could trail his fangs across the others neck and Julius seemed not to care at all- though he hadn't dared to show his friend what was behind the eyepatch, it had been difficult enough telling him about the fangs. But he wanted to be more than friends... and he wasn't quite sure were Julius stood on the whole... Derrick thing. He wasn't quite sure where he even stood on the whole sexuality thing.

Sometimes he just wanted to tell Julius. But then he usually chickened out or was interrupted by some other girl fawning for his friends attention. It seemed Julius was just so naive, or just didn't like the idea of being with him, because Derrick's flirting truly was shameless. No matter what he did, Julius just didn't seem to get it. Derrick liked him, a lot. His pride was the only thing that prevented him from falling onto his knees and begging Julius to just tell him how he felt. Though that would get his pants dirty then, which really wasn't an appealing idea- no matter how nice it would be to confess his love for Julius- but again, he was pretty sure that if the man didn't know he loved him yet, he never would.

No matter how many times Julius hugged him, he would never get used to it. Immediately he got goosebumps and began blushing, quite glad that his friend couldn't see him at that moment. Derrick hid his face in the crook of the other boys neck- no matter how embarrassed he was, he wasn't going to miss a chance to be close to Julius. "I still feel bad," he said, voice flat. But it wasn't angry or rude, which was a big difference for someone like him. He wasn't very happy when Julius let go, but he only made an attempt to hold onto him for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go. "That sounds wonderful," he mumbled, aware that the others face was very close to his. "Now let's go get some food." Pulling Julius's arm around his own shoulders, he nudged the taller boy with his hip, grinning as the smell of food once again filled the air around him.

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"Mmm, I like this plan. I'm excited to be a part of it," Julius grinned, allowing his arm to be wrapped around Derrick's shoulders with no complaint, not making any attempt to remove it. No, he let his arm stay where it was, even pulling Derrick a bit closer to himself as they began to walk together towards the food caravan. The aroma was border-line heavenly, even at this distance, and his stomach grumbled appreciatively. The scent was acting like a siren call, drawing him ever closer to the promised meal- well, if there was anything left. There had been times when he'd shown up too late, either due to being distracted or simply oversleeping, and all that had been left were the dregs of breakfast- a bit of burnt toast and eggs that had just begun the process of congealing. And, while Julius could accept missing a meal every once in a while, that wasn't exactly something he would allow from Derrick.

Even now, with the younger boy pressed companionably against his side, Julius could feel just how skinny he was, a fact often masked by his elaborate outfits and big attitude. He worried about it, as much as he did about Derrick in general(which was depressingly often). The snake tamer always felt so frail in his arms and that wasn't just because he had a good nine inches and a bit more muscle than him. So, yes, it was a bit of a mission for him just to make sure that he ate something. It wasn't as if he force fed the younger boy, but if an extra piece of fruit showed up on his plate or the odd dessert making an appearance at their early morning dinners, well...

The food caravan was, unsurprisingly, packed right now, people milling about and having breakfast or simply talking, excitement sparking in the air as people began to prepare for tonight's show. While Cirque du Soir's resident chef didn't appear to be anywhere nearby, the fruits of her labor certainly were. There were still plenty of food, but, between the other hungry performers and acts, there was no telling how long that would last.

"Evening, everyone," He greeted with a lazy wave, only then removing his arm from around Derrick in order to grab a plate and a few pieces from the plate of rapidly disappearing bacon and two waffles still a crispy, golden-brown color. They were admittedly a little cold at this point, but beggars can't be choosers, and no one could really claim that Julius was a prima donna without being met by skeptical stares.

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Character Portrait: Nixie Blue Character Portrait: Brink Orpheus Character Portrait: Derrick Cartner Character Portrait: Julius Barker Character Portrait: Synthia, Fiora

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When Derrick had felt Julius pull him closer, he could bite back the breathy laugh that somehow made its' way past his lips. The naivety of his friend would never cease to amuse him, but it also left him wondering. Just how naive was he truly? Now, Derrick could see some definite advantages if somehow simply pretended to be innocent, completely uncaring for anothers body or appearance. Girls certainly would be less careful around you- not that Derrick was actually interested in girls -and if you happened to say something that wasn't entirely appropriate, it was much more easily brushed aside and just labeled an accident. Though there had to be disadvantages too, like the fact that you really couldn't do much, or you would lose that naivety for, well, ever. Either way, he was fairly positive no one saw him that way, so it didn't really matter. The only people he really ever spoke to was the man at his side, Nixie[ when she allowed ], and Synthia[ again, when she allowed ].

Derrick was immensely pleased when Julius waited until they were inside the caravan and seen by almost everyone before removing his arm. It made him feel special, he guessed, sort of in a he's mine, back off sort of way. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what he would do if someone else began getting the attention Julius usually saved for him. Obviously he would be jealous but... how much would that affect his friendship with the older boy? Knowing himself, he would probably just tell Julius they couldn't be friends anymore. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before, though never had he been completely serious. But he couldn't be friends with someone he was crushing on if they were dating someone else, not going to happen, ever. It'd just be too hard, it was always difficult enough to be so close with Julius and pretend they were only friends.

Obediently- like a puppy -, he followed Julius over to the food table. He grabbed a plate and put a few pieces of fruit on it, but otherwise left the plate empty. It was doubtful he would even eat the fruit, but he wanted to think that Julius would at least be somewhat pleased that he was considering eating. Again he adjusted the shirt, feeling extremely awkward since he wasn't wearing his normal clothing, but at the same time comfortable. Probably just because it was an item of his friends, anything relating to him made Derrick happy. After he sat down, he carefully picked at the fruit, never actually putting any in his mouth but still moving it around. With the hope that Julius had sat near him, he spoke quietly. "So what time should I be at your show tonight?" It was one of the first times he actually directly asked about one of his friends performances, since he was pretty sure he had never noticed Derrick in the crowd.

As soon as he noticed Alynna walk off and Moshe move away, Derrick raised his hand in a slight wave to Brink. The man had always interested Derrick, they were so much alike. Both acting as if they didn't care, it was interesting to watch, really.