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Mademoiselle Marl??ne [0] The Oriental Equestrian
Aceline Chad [0] The curious, but quiet, young clown who seems to always be able to smile.
Blake Willows [0] "I'm simply another, insignificant person in a world full of people."
Chandler Alan Titoc [0] I'd much rather be in the background, thank you.
Viktor Volkov [0] "To ride a horse is to ride the sky."
Devon Steele [0] "How did it get stuck up there? Eh, it doesn't matter I'll get it for ya."
Christa Prideux [0] Juggler Extraordinaire!
Terra [0] A rebellious Aerialist of Le Cirque d'Ames
Mathieu [0] A reserved Animal Tamer of Le Cirque d'Ames
The Confounding Confucia! [0] "Have you per chance seen Marie and Luis? Those two get to all sorts of trouble!"

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“Yeah, he is kind of like that when it comes to people in general,” Chandler said as he looked back at her. He gave a sort of awkward smile as looked back at Ladybug. “That isn‘t your real name,” He said cautiously. Abuse and an unstable childhood left Chandler a rather socially inept person, but he knew he was progressing. Although even asking something totally off topic was a huge feat for him.

He studied the make-up on her face. Taking note of the fact the red of lipstick, guessing she had probably run out of stage make-up. Which would lead him to believe that she had been on her own for a while. Chandler was dumb by any extent of the word, he really was just terribly awkward and shy.

“Yes, but I’m sure you find the best hiding spots,” He said as he grinned a bit. “And yeah I believe so. I mean not many really want to be clowns. It is kind of considered a low persons job, although I never really understood that.”

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"It's not the name I was born with, if that's what you mean," Ladybug said in response to Chandler's comment about her name, though it was a bit more of a deflection than an answer, "but it's my name. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!"

Ladybug grinned from ear to ear when she spotted Chandler's fleeting smile. Progress! She really did enjoy making people smile--it was her duty as a clown, after all!

"The best!" she said. "See, there's one of my selling points already! I'm very low maintenance. You could keep me fed on three peanuts a day, and at night I don't even need a whole bed. Just tuck me in a sock drawer and I'll be happy as a ladybug in a rug!"

Ladybug had no way of knowing that other people thought Chandler stupid--or, at least, that he thought that they did. She generally considered everyone her friend until they proved her enemy, and nothing gave her more joy than seeing an introverted person like Chandler start to let down his guard and come out of his shell. As he began to get a little more conversational, she began to become increasingly more goofy, hoping to continue to encourage him.

"Now why would anyone think a thing like that?" Ladybug asked, putting her hands on her hips and pouting in mock anger at Chandler's comment about clowns. "Who else is gonna make balloon animals, drive around in tiny cars, and get chased by angry bulls in rodeos so cowboys don't get gored? Why, clowns are nearly the most important thing there is!"

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"Gymnastics. That was my acrobatics." she said stiffly, but loosened up. "I did dance. Ballet, lyrical, hip hop, jazz, tap... I did 'em all. So my balance is doubly good." Ace smiled, looking at the dog. She bent down and scratched the whimpering pup behind the ears.

"Did he not feed you enough? I'll share a secret with you then, Elise. I'm a softie for animals. If I had any food, I'd share, but I don't this time. So you're out of luck. I shared my breakfast with my cat. Shh, though. She's a secret." she whispered softly to the dog. She stood back up swiftly, looking at Viktor.

"She is dissatisfied with her share of rations. She requests more, captain!" Ace said like she was a sailor, shortly saluting. She couldn't hold it, though, and she ended up laughing.

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Terra shook his hand, examining the newcomer with cool blue eyes. "Terra Evans. I'm a performer here-- an aerialist." His carefully chosen (and remarkably vague) statement was largely unhelpful, and she blew out a breath, deciding whether it was worth the trouble to learn more of him than his name. She supposed it would be, especially if he planned on sticking around. "So, Mr. Blake Willows, what, exactly, can I do for you?" she prodded, brushing her bangs from her face. Terra was a get-it-done kind of girl; small talk had never been her strong suit. Either she'd get him to answer her question or she'd send him away, whichever proved easiest.

It wasn't that she was trying to be rude. Not really, anyway. She'd simply never made social pleasantries a priority. Her parents hadn't been around enough to enforce any real manners, and she'd taken her entrance into the circus as an opportunity to shirk any pleasant, lady-like ways entirely. Part of her terse nature came from resentment, a desire to rebel against all her parents stood for. Though she could come off as snarky and even bitter at times, at the heart of it all she was just...hurt. She'd never quite gotten past her parents complete disregard for her, and she'd found it easier to shut herself off rather than open up to people who might treat her with the same scorn as her mother and father. Her real pleasure came from performing, not from conversing. When she was high above the crowds, she didn't hear their applause or see their faces. She heard only the rush of wind past her ears and saw only the trapeze she reached for. When you were fifty feet above the ground, nothing else mattered. There wasn't time to care about what people thought. In fact, paying attention to what anyone else was saying or doing was actually dangerous. You had to be completely self reliant. You had to know where to place your hands and how far you'd have to reach for the next bar. The only time another person might matter is if you were working with a partner, but in her short time in Le Cirque d'Ames, Terra had made it perfectly clear that she preferred to work alone.

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Bouncing down from the bleachers, Kaylee spun in a slow circle, hands on her hips as she observed the work being done around her. Running her fingers through her hair thoughtfully, she took in her surroundings and the many people that had suddenly arrived at the tent. She studied each of them carefully, being careful not to look to long, but her eyes finally settled on a man in a suit and she hid a grin. She considered going over there, but stopped after a single step because she saw Christa approach him, and Vienna was already there. Not wanting to seem intrusive, she simply frowned and bit the side of her bottom lip before returning to searching for work.

Having come up with a job that she normally didn't do until later, she headed off to the back area. Going past Vienna, Christa, and the man in the suit, she went back to the many piles of unpacked things and began pulling large boxes off the top, straining to hold the heavier ones, and peering inside them until she found the one she was looking for. Setting the large box on the ground, she frowned as she sliced her finger open on a piece of metal that had pierced the cardboard. Returning to work, she wiped her finger on her jeans every couple seconds, not wanting to get anything bloody.

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Blake studied the girl as she spoke, taking in the way her eyes never strayed from his face. And how she brushed the bangs from her eyes, looking to be more of a habit than anything else. He noticed the slightest bit of annoyance in her voice when she asked him, again, what she could do for him. "I was wondering if I could be of service, here." Blake said, sticking his hand back in his pocket. "I'm on the streets at the moment, and couldn't help but notice the business of the place. An extra hand couldn't hurt." He finished, choosing each word to suit her personally. Had he been talking to say, a rude male, he would've said the same thing, but worded it completely different.

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"...He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning," Mathieu read, shutting the book and setting it aside. "Good book, huh, Leon?" he asked, turning to the tiger beside him. The striped beast, stretched out on his side, lifted his head, looking to Mathieu. "Yeah, I thought so too. 'To Kill a Mockingbird', an American classic." Scratching the tiger's side, Mathieu got to his feet, shaking out his numb legs. Leon looked on apathetically from the ground, showing no interest in getting up himself. "Come on you oversized house cat," Mathieu kidded, stifling a yawn, "up you go."

If Leon understood the command, he didn't show it, and remained on the ground, his furry underbelly in the perfect posistion for another scratch. Smiling, Mathieu shook his head, walking to the door of the enclosure. "Suit yourself," he said, opening the door and stepping out, "but if I see any cute tigresses, I'm not sending them your way," he joked, giving the tiger a final affectionate look as he locked the door.

After waking at six, Mathieu had spent the majority of his morning outside the tiger enclosure, seated on a too short stool, reading. He often sat with Leon in the early mornings, the tent quiet but for the rustling of the pages of whatever book Mathieu happened to be reading. But his particular morning, Mathieu had arrived at the tiger's enclosure to find the cat in obvious distress, pacing the cage bars. He'd sat outside the pen, hoping his presence would quiet the restless feline, and when that had failed, he'd begun to read aloud. His voice seemed to soothe the cat, and after awhile Leon had calmed down, settling in a corner of his cage. Still concerned, Mathieu had entered the enclosure to check up on him, and had managed to waste another two hours in the pen (in addition to the two he'd spent outside it), sitting and reading to his feline friend.

Mathieu loved Leon, and it was because he loved him that he usually avoided entering the cage, choosing to work with the cat only in the ring. As he saw it, Leon's enclosure was equivalent to a den, and Mathieu didn't want to intrude. Leon may have been born into a circus, but he was a wild aniaml, and no amount of training could rid him of his insticts. Tiger's were territorial creatures, protective of their dens, and Mathieu respected this, as did he Leon's other behavoirs. Many a protestor had approached him, accusing him of using the cruel training tactics they'd read of in papers, certain Mathieu must be another malicious animal tamer exploiting some majestic beast (who, as they were so eager to point out, belonged on the African savannah, where he could run free. Imbisuls. Tigers were native to Asia, not Africa.) Yes, Mathieu knew his place; he was Leon's caretaker, not his master.

Brushing the tiger fur from his shirt, Mathieu looked around, suddenly aware of the bustling activity. He felt bad, not having been there to help, but Leon had needed him. His first order of business was to find Vienna, see what needed doing.

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Devon listened to Vienna as she asked him about what talents he had. That wasn't a simple question to answer, of course he was a very skilled violinist, but if one would want to hear someone play a violin they would go to a concert. His mind was racing to find any talent that was good enough to make a show of. sure he could lift large weights without trouble, but he was nowhere near a strongman. In his old house he had scaled every wall, pillar and tree, but you couldn't make an act out of that right? The only other talents he could think of were for bussiness, and those are absolutly not something to make a show from.

Luckily he was given a bit more time to think as a girl interrupted them, but quickly his thoughts were torn from the subject by the girl as she asked his name. "I'm Devon Steele." He said to the girl who had introduced herself as Christa. Then he turned back to Vienna with what he presumed would be the best answer he could produce given the talents he had. "I am a man of many talents, but also a man without specialism. I'm afraid I can't think any talents or gifts that could be used for showmanship, but I might be able to figure something out or maybe even learn a trait or two. So at this moment you'd find me the most usefull outside of the spotlights, unless you are seeking a violinist. Lifting heavy equipment and materials isn't a problem for me, nor has there been any vertical surface that has proven unclimbable to me. And of course I am a jack of all traits bussinessman, so as well as saving you quite a few bucks on the purchase of stuff, I might even get some extra performances for you, nothing that a few phone calls to the right persons can't do." He said confident in his own abilities. He knew that if they were going to take him it wouldn't be for his current ability to put up a show of some sorts, but rather the bussiness end that many underestimate how heavy such tasks can be.

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Terra, after taking a moment to consider the proposal, nodded. "I'm sure I can find something for you to do," she said, sweeping her bangs (which had, yet again, fallen across her face) out of her eyes. Scanning the tent, her eyes locked on the aerialist equipment on the other end of the tent. "Hey, you scared of heights?" she asked, smiling slyly.

Not waiting for answer, she headed through the crowd, motioning for Blake to follow. She paused beneath the main support pole of the tent, observing the work being done. The central support stood in the center of the tent, soaring up 35 feet, and smaller support poles held up the tent's sides. Various swings, nets, and ropes branched from the main pole, and the aerialist acts, having the most intricate setups in the circus, were now being tested and secured. High wires, the highest a staggering fifty feet above the ground, were stretched taught, trapeze swings locked into place. The maze of ropes and wires were intimidating to some, but to Terra, the crazy web looked just like home. The ropes were familiar to her. She knew their thickness, their weight, the way they felt beneath her fingers as she grasped them tightly and swung through the air. Unlike people, the ropes had never failed her.

Terra watched as a daring aerialist, seated on a swing, dropped from his perch, falling fifteen feet before hitting the net below. Giving a thumbs up to the aerialists above, he rolled from the net onto the floor, then returned to work, continuing as though nothing had happened. Terra smiled faintly before turning to the main support pole. Amongst the various pegs and loops used to secure wires was a wooden ladder, a series of boards nailed into the pole long ago. She climbed it now, thin fingers curling around the well worn wood. She looked down to Blake and raised an eyebrow, wondering if he'd follow. When she reached the poles first platform, she stopped, hoisitng herself onto the flat, 3' by 4' board. "Come on up," she called, looking to the significantly smaller Blake standing below.

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Blake smiled to show his gratefulness at her taking the time to find him a job. In truth, he didn't really need money at the moment. He'd easily swiped many wallets and other valuables, which kept him full and warm. What he did need was somewhere to stay. People that he could look after and would look after him in return. He didn't want to keep up his thievery, but rather, give it up all together. Blake didn't want a life of crime anymore. And this Circus of Souls seemed to be promising just that.

He followed close behind Terra, taking in the way she walked with her back perfectly erect. Most people slouched nowadays - like him. He did it mostly because it deflected most attention off of him. People didn't pay attention to a slouched, head hung low young man that walked as if he belonged. His head swiveled up, watching her climb to the small platform. He wasn't sure if he was really scared of heights, never having been somewhere very high off the ground before. And so he scurried up the ladder (of sorts), doing just as Terra had done. "Now what?" He asked, landing beside her.

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Having gotten her box down from the stacks and re-stacked the ones that were not hers, Kaylee hefted the box and carried it over to the side of the room to be set up. Kneeling down beside it, she carefully opened the box and began pulling metal rods out. Placing them directly in front of her, Kaylee began sliding rods through holes in others, constructing a simple shape until a chair had formed, the shiny silver bars making up the entirety of it were covered in intricate decorations that Kaylee had painted on long ago. Standing up, she observed her work, making sure that the screws that held some of the bars in place were secure.

Satisfied that it was complete, she tested it- slipping off her shoes, she placed her hands precisely on the chairs backing and bounced up, balancing on the top of the backing. The bars making up the front of the chair were weighted for this precise reason- to balance out her weight. Maneuvering her legs from position to position, she kept her weight centered. Gracefully bringing her legs toward the ground once more, Kaylee released the chair, upright once more. Now jobless, she looked around in search of a new one. Thinking, she jogged over to Vienna.

"Vienna, when is our next show?" she had been told sometime before they left their last location, but she had forgotten since then and was curious.

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Viktor caught on the stiffening and loosening of her body, figuring her past was a touchy subject for her. “But you like to make people laugh,” He said softly as he studied the girl as she bent down to pet Elise. “I would go with clown if I were you, if I had the ability to make people laugh I would probably jump at the chance,” He said as he turned back to finish up Bruno’s stall.

He turned back around as she spoke to him again. Watching as Elise’s ears shot up at the raised tone in Ace’s voice. “She knows the word cat, just so you know,” He said as he smiled. He smiled as Ace salutes. “Well I guess she had better start learning how to catch her own food,” He said as he looked from Ace to Elise. Chewing on his lip a moment he let out a sharp whistle and the dog’s eye shot to Viktor. “Go get your kitty cat, Elise,” He said playfully and watched as the dog bounded off. “She’ll be back in a second.”

He quickly finished up the stall. Moving the wheelbarrow over towards Eleanor. “The majority of the time Chandler deals with Eleanor’s cleaning and such. But we are here anyway,” He said shrugging as he began to clean. A minute later Elise was back, dropping a stuff cat at Viktor’s feet. “She is amazingly smart, just terribly ADD.”

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Chandler listened intently as Ladybug spoke. Catching on the fact she wasn’t terribly happy speaking of her past life. He shrugged gently to himself, it wasn’t exactly a subject he discussed much either. “If it suits you,” He said as he stuck his hands in his pockets, his shoulders raising as his hands were actually too big to fit in his pockets and just the fingers actually fit. His palms sat flat against his hips.

“I don’t think a person could actually live on three peanuts a day,” Chandler said softly, his factual side appearing. “And I think a bed can be come by,” He said as he reached up to brush back his hair that was growing exceedingly long for his liking. He shrugged at her argument for the importance of clowns. “Never did understand how they fit so many clowns into such a small car.”

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"Magic, obviously," Ladybug said with a roll of her eyes, as though that were a fact that absolutely everyone knew. "Clowns are like leprechauns. Only less Irish."

Ladybug smirked and raised an eyebrow at Chandler. He only seemed to catch onto the fact that she was joking half of the time; the other half of the time he was adorably clueless. She didn't mind that he didn't get her sense of humor. She was just happy to be spoken to; it alleviated a lot of her fears about coming here. Besides that, he had already practically told her that finding a spot for her in the circus would be no problem at all. Hopefully Vienna agreed with him.

"So what do you do around here, puppy?" Ladybug asked, not even bothering to ask if Chandler minded the pet name. "I'm gonna guess tightrope walker."

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Vienna smiled, eyes twinkling. "Don't scare him off now, Christa, I need his accounting skills," she joked, looking to the young juggler. Christa, she noticed, was showing an interest in Devon, a curiosity she chose not to (or, perhaps [judging by the way her accent slipped], could not) hide. Her sly, calculating look had disappeared, replaced by one of genuine interest, and she was (or seemed to be) showing off for the young man, exhibiting the practiced skill that had made her the star juggler of Le cirque d'Ames. Devon himself offered only his name, too busy considering Vienna's question to offer more information.

After his brief introduction, Devon turned to Vienna, answering her with what she judged to be an honest answer. She listened to his reply, pleased by the candor and confidence with which he replied. Of course, any answer would've suited her fine (Vienna had never refused a circus 'applicant'), but candid responses were always helpful when placing a performer.

"It's not uncommon for people to join without an act, you know. Shop around a bit, you'll find something you like. In the mean time, any business help you can provide would be of great value to myself and the performers whose paychecks I sign," she joked. (Vienna really was a terrible business owner, what with her poor orginization and miniscule attention span. XD) "Welcome to Le Cirque, Monsieur Devon," she said, smiling warmly.

"Now," she said, adapting a sudden, business-y tone, "there's the matter of your contract." Reaching into her sweatshirt pocket, Vienna withdrew a crumpled piece of paper (which looked suspicously like a Starbucks napkin), smoothing it on her knee before lifting the stained sheet to her face. "Housing (your very own cot in the sleeping quarters) and meals are provided. Breakfast, lunch and dinner will be served all day, every day, because you will be cooking for yourself. Until you take up an act in the circus, you will recieve $150 a week. If you should choose to create an act (or join an existing one), you will then be paid per performance. You recieve $50 per show, the average number of shows per week being six. Seeing as you pay neither rent nor utilites (just a $20 contribution to our enormous grocery bill), I judge this to be a fair salary. If you have any complaints, you may bring them up with Leon, Le Cirque's ferocious, man-eating tiger. Also, by signing this contract, you acknowledge that Vienna Martin is the greatest Ringmaster/owner in circus history." Vienna looked up from the fictious contract, fighting to mantain her business like appearance. The last sentences of the 'contract' proved too much, and she cracked a smile, crumpling the napkin and stuffing it back into the pocket of her sweathsirt.

She turned at the sound of Kaylee's voice, taking a moment to recall the answer to the question. She, being Vienna, hadn't thought to check her calendar, and was, as a result, momentarily clueless. "Tonight? Yes, tonight at 7," she confirmed, nodding certainly. "I think."

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"Now, we work," she answered, motioning for for an aerialist on a platform opposite hers to toss her a rope. He did so, swinging the cable across the space between him, and she snatched it as it reached the platform, closing her fingers around the thick wire before it could swing back again. Moving her hand to the bottom of the cord (which ended in a clip similar to the kind on the end of a dog's leash), she studied the colored sticker which had been placed just below the rope's clip. "It's pretty simple, actually. The ropes with the blue stickers," she said to Blake, turning to the pole behind them, "go through the blue loops, red ones go through the red loops, and yellow go through the yellow loops." She demonstrated with the blue, pulling the wire through the loop protruding from the pole and double knotting it around the ring of metal. Checking the knot's security, she clipped the rope to the loop and did a final check, tugging on the cable to ensure it was properly fastened. Looking to Blake, she gestured to the web of wires and swings surrounding them. "Think you can handle it?"

The challenge in her voice was, of course, Terra being Terra. She thrived on competition, on winning. But as her eyes fell on Blake, curiosity overtook her. He seemed interested in more than helping out. Did he want...did he want to stay?

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Christa simply chuckled when Vienna replied, completely cracking up and dropping the stones as her boss invented the makeshift contract. From the exchange between the ringmaster and Devon, Christa picked up on the fact that Devon had no act and saw a golden opportunity to investigate the tall boy further. She collected herself, then turned to Devon with an inviting smile.

"If you like, I could give you some juggling lessons. Maybe you'll be a natural, but that's uncommon. Most people take a couple of weeks to be any good." She proposed this more like a challenge than an offer, raising her eyebrows and not attempting to stifle her slight French accent anymore as she waited for him to reply. "I could also give you a little tour of our humble circus, dans les coulisses." The tall blonde's blue eyes were playful as she continued, hoping Devon would understand her slip-up.

"Oui, it's 7 tonight. I plastered flyers all over town this morning and word is we might have a full house." Christa added on to Vienna as Kaylee inquired about the performance. After this, she picked up a few normal juggling balls, a sword, a broken wine bottle, and a pin with some matches. She started off towards the main floor, hardly noticing the aerialist above her as she balanced the objects with ease. She turned around, locked eyes with Devon and nodded to him to follow her.

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Devon listened to Veinna as she spoke, creating a financial ballance as she talked through the contract. When she talked about going to Leon for complaints he smiled lightly. A man-eating tiger, in a circus, that must be to scare me. Then the added joke of her being the best ringmaster in circus history, his smile grew bigger. "Well, those terms sound fair, exept for those last two. First of all, if I realy have something to complain about, my voice will be heard... Probably throughout the whole city, but thats a side-matter. Secondly, that statement about you being the best ringmaster of circus history, that would be something based on opinions and personal experiences, so only time will tell whether I'll agree to that." He said on a playfull tone, exept the last bit where his tone went to a teasing one.

Then Devons attention was, to put it crudely ripped, from Veinna as Christa spoke. She challenged him to pick-up on juggling, something he deemed impossible. Two balls possible, but that ain't juggling, and when you'd add a third one it would be like giving him as a violinist a cello and ask him to play. He'd be like a fish on the dry. Then she proposed to show the circus to him, he liked that idea. He needed to know the in's and out's of this circus anyways for the bussiness side, like they say you can't run a factory from the office, you need to know what plays on the workfloor. Then he picked up that the next show would be tonight, it would be the perfect occaision to see what kind of tallents the circus already offered to the public.

Christa picked up some rather dangerous looking stuff and juggled with it, Devon hessitated to walk near her, but he figured tat she was a professionall and would know what she was doing. He walked after Christa looking around once to Veinna and saying: "If you want I could give you some bussiness 101 sometime. But for the moment I'll say, Puteus obviam redimus."( Latin meaning: We'll meet again.) Then he turned around to Christa and said: "Well then, show me around."

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Looking down at the people below him, Blake felt that now familiar tugging in his chest. Was he destined to be a part of this Circus of Souls? Blake never was one for all that destiny and fate stuff...but what was he feeling, then? Why did being inside this tent give him a sensation he'd never experienced? Maybe it was the love that knit this mismatched, circus family together. Growing up in a gang, he never saw love in action. He observed a sort of loyalty, and the gang members had a jacked up code of honor...but never love. It was strange to be in the presence of people who truly cared for each other.

Blake was brought back down to Earth, as Terra spoke to him. She performed the task, which seemed simple enough. He observed her every move, and when she finished, tried it on his own. His and hers looked to be identical. "Yeah, I can handle it." He replied, running a hand through his shaggy, brown hair. He felt, more than saw, Terra's gaze on him. He shuffled his feet a bit, to make it seem like he was nervous. It would probably make her feel more comfortable, and in control of the situation. It was almost like his superpower; Blake could adapt his personality and movements to better please the other person. It was a higher form of manipulation, though Blake didn't really use it that way. Most of the time.

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“Of course,” He said gently, every bit of his tone relaying skepticism. He looked at Ladybug for a moment before looking away again. He watched as Vienna, Christa, and the man in the suit spoke, then as Christa began to juggle. “She is a bit of a show-off,” He commented, mostly to himself.

He figured most people around here were show-offs in their own little way. Just some seemed, more then others. Looking back at Ladybug he realized she had said something. “Um no, aerialist actually,” He said correcting her, although oddly he felt sorry for doing it. Chandler always had a problem with correcting people, it seemed that he was putting them down, although he never meant it in that way.

Looking back to the other performers he looked over those he actually had some relationship with. Sadly, it was wasn’t very many. He figured he should talk more, but people usually didn’t understand what he was trying to portray, even though he had quickly lost his Russian accent. He looked back to Ladybug, smiling softly. “And I take care of Eleanor, but that is by choice.”

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"Danke!" Kaylee smiled at Vienna and Christa before going off to find food.

Coming back a few minutes later, she took a seat just inside the entrance to the tent while she waited to see if anyone else would show up before she finished her sandwich. None arriving, Kaylee bounced to her feet and went to go and further assist with things. Pausing as she entered the main area of the tent, she observed the things going-on around her and noticed that everything was just about set up besides for the tightropes and swings and such, but Kaylee didn't often help with that. Going off toward the animal pens, she quickly found Chandler, Viktor, and an unfamiliar girl mucking stalls.

"Need any help, Herr Viktor und Herr Chandler?" Kaylee still hadn't quite gotten used to the way people said people's titles (such as Mr. and Mrs.) in English, so she had continued to say them in German.
Waiting for an answer, she turned toward the apparent new girl and smiled, "Hallo, ich heiße Kaylee." realizing that she had continued to speak in German, she quickly corrected herself. "Hello, my name is Kaylee."

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"Wow, she is a genius." Ace said in awe, bending down again to pet the dog. She smiled brightly as she dog nuzzled her hand. She picked up the cat and threw it for Elise before going back to helping Viktor.

"What do you do? I mean, what's your act?" Ace asked slowly, the words forming slowly on her lips. She felt like they lingered there, hanging off like a water drop not quite heavy enough to fall. "I think I'd like to be a clown, though. I like to see people happy." She smiled softly and focused on her work trying far too hard to forget her father.

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Viktor couldn’t help but smile, a soft curling of his lips as he watched Elise. “You are good with her,” He said as he leaned against his pitchfork. “She dances too,” He commented as he chuckled, thinking of Elise’s way of dancing. “Really she just gets excited over certain songs and goes crazy,” He said as he shrugged. He watched as Elise ran after the stuffed cat, doing quite a few quick turns from excitement.

“I do bareback riding,” He said gently as he watched Elise return the cat to Ace. “I studied equine medicine and behavior, along with training at the university, always have had a thing for horses,” He said as he looked from the dog to the girl. “You seem to have a thing for animals,” He commented as he looked back at the at the elephant that looked placidly at them.

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Noticing Devon's hesitance to be near the flying circuit of dangerous objects, Christa skillfully caught the objects, setting them aside the ring so they would be ready for that night's performance. She almost giggled as Devon spoke in Latin, recognizing it as a thing only someone extremely educated would say. He was definitely from high society. Her bright eyes set themselves on the kitchen, a rather good place for the tour to start since her stomach was audibly begging for some food.

"Right this way!" She cheerily called, walking with a sort of skip as she crossed the tent. Upon entering the messy kitchen, she went straight to the fridge and grabbed a big carrot that was probably intended for one of the larger circus animals. She took a big bite, then quickly pointed to various parts of the kitchen.

"Fridge, pantry, microwave, et cetera. If food has someone's name on it, ESPECIALLY my name, don't eat it without asking. Got it?" She started towards the living quarters, not really bothering to wait for him to reply. She paused in the doorway, surveying the cots in search of an empty one. Spotting an extra next to her own, Christa grabbed his hand gently and led him to the small bed.

"Stash any of your stuff underneath, and don't keep any food. Trust me, it's not fun to wake up to a monkey searching your belongings for that apple you hid away." She slight shivered at the memory of waking up with a monkey eating an apple rather messily on her face. She had seriously learned that the hard way. After pointing out the bed, she plopped down and crossed herself into a pretzel on her own bed. Her eyes fixed on Devon, watching him to see how he would react to the bed. She herself knew how terrible a cheap cot felt after years on an lush mattress.

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Ladybug followed Chandler's gaze to some of the other performers, looking a bit exasperated that she had lost his attention. It wasn't a stretch to say that Ladybug was a bit of an attention whore--but, then again, why become a circus performer if you weren't? Still, her smile didn't falter--she had learned not to let it.

"Aww," Ladybug said in response to Chandler's comment about Christa, "and I'm sure you're just perfectly stoic when you're flying around through the air with crowds cheering for you. If we weren't even a little bit show-offish, we wouldn't be performers!"

Quietly, noting that Chandler seemed to have his mind somewhere else, Ladybug added, under her breath and with only the tiniest tinge of disdain, "Sorry to bore you."

Ladybug was about to ask who Elanor was when Kaylee approached. This new girl seemed upbeat and sprightly, and, though Ladybug found Chandler's awkwardness unbelievably cute, she couldn't help but be a bit relieved to see a more lively face. Ladybug liked Chandler (at least so far), but he was more the kind of person Alexis would like--quiet, self-reflective, and afraid to step on toes. Ladybug was outwardly delighted to meet someone who didn't act like she was being forced into conversation or wished to be somewhere else.

"I'm Ladybug," Ladybug said, smiling and extending a hand toward Kaylee to accept the greeting. "Sorry, my German's a little...nonexistent."

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Ace smiled softly. "I suppose I do." she said with a hint of knowing in her voice. "Animals won't judge me. They don't care about my past, so I can feel free to be open with them and still be loved no matter what. Love...such a strong word that can easily cut someone down like a tree or hold them up like a giant." Ace took the cat from Elise, waving it around and getting to dog to wiggle and whine for it before tossing it again.

"Is everyone here running from something?" she asked suddenly after a moment.