Old Cambridge Circu; Cambridge, Illinois

Shiloh stood up from her crisscrossed position on the floor in her tent. Everyone in the circus had their own tent where they called home. Carnies slept, dressed, and basically did everything normal people would do in there tents. They even have this strict rule that carnies cannot enter other carnies rooms without being told they may enter. This rule is so strict for the fact that tents don't lock and don't have doors to knock on. Sure, they had trailers. But the trailers were used for the show girls to do their makeup and hair. Shiloh, being a clown, had to do her makeup herself in her tent. A mater of fact, everyone else, not counting the acrobat's who also use the trailers for makeup, had to do everything themselves.

Shiloh let out a sigh, not standing in the middle of her tent as she looked around. In one corner, she had a small sleeping spot. She didn't have a bed, but just a matric on the ground with an old heavy yet thin blanket and an old pillow. She didn't mind though, it was good enough for her and this is what happens in a low budget circus. When you join the circus, it's up to you to buy everything you need with the money you make. A lot of people even have to get a second job to pay for everything. Shiloh's one of those people. But, we'll get into that later. Looking around her room/tent some more, we have a clothes rack that holds just a few hangers to Shiloh's costume. She keeps the rest of her clothes in a suitcase on the ground next to it. On the other side of the tent, opposite her bed, is a mirror on a desk with all her stage makeup laid down on it. That's all she held in her little tent, thought, it wasn't so little as it was tall enough for Shiloh to stand up straight through most of it, but, on the other hand, Shlioh is a rather short girl.

Walking over to her rack, Shiloh carefully put on her clowns costume. She didn't have a normal clowns costume that you would think about when you hear clown. No, Shiloh's costume holds mostly black and white. A black suite a size big on her, a white dress shirt a size big on her, and an over-sized white bowtie. After she had this on, she went over to the mirror and did her hair first. Putting her bleached-blonde hair up into a Mohawk-like fashion. She then continues on to do her makeup. Being a clown, she's not suppose to show any of her actual skin color. So, she puts white face paint all over her face, ears, and neck, covering up all her normal pale skin color. She then takes her eye makeup after the paint is dried and darkens it around her eyes a bit. She continues with black face paint, going over where her eyebrows would be located. She finishes up her makeup by putting on bright red lipstick. Once that is finished, she puts on bright red gloves that fit her perfectly and bright red dress shoes a size big on her.

She looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her smile. Pinning it there, she headed out of her tent and to the front gateway into the circus. The gate way was large and a rusty red color. It had ribbons coming from the bottom of either side and going out to surround the circus. Once she got to the front gate, she picked up the flyers and waited as the new comers came in, handing each of them a flyer with a small settle smile pinned on her face.

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"Ba-da-da-da-da-da-ba-da-ba-da Ba-da-da-da-da-da-ba-da-ba-da ba-da-da-da ba-da-da-da ba-da-da ba-da-da ba-da-da-ba!" Ricket sing loudly in his tent to the music playing over the intercom. So what, it didn't have lyrics or any words what so ever, but he could still sing to it. Rickets tent was a mess. It had old alcohol bottles all over the place. He didn't even have a bed in there, just an old rotten recliner that he got when he joined the circus. That seems like such a long time ago. His tent was arranged in the same way Shiloh's was but with more of a messy way, and instead of having a stand with makeup he had his huge stilts with giant pants over them and giant shoes on the end. He got dressed in his outfit, putting on smaller versions of the shoes and pants on himself, then dragged them outside.

Being a stilt walker and having the tall stilts, he couldn't get them on himself. So, off he went to go find Shiloh, his little helper. He found her already greeting Wanna-Be's into the gate and gave a big smile. "Why, hello, youngens! I'm Ricket, that there's Shiloh!" He said loudly and excitedly then glanced at Shiloh, who didn't say a word. "She's a quiet clown, so she wont talk while in costume. But, out of costume she'll talk more, don't worry!" He said, his Irish accent coming out some as he said so. "Shiloh, give a mate a hand, will you?" He said, large smile still illumining his face. Shiloh nodded and went to help her fellow carny up onto his legs.

Once Ricket was up, he nodded down at her, tipping his hat to her slightly, then waved to the Wanna-Be's. "Come on, now. You don't want to be late to the big top, now do you?" He said and lead the way to the big top. Once there, he reached over and held the tent open as he waited for everyone to go inside before stepping in himself. All about the large tent was little groups of the carnies all talking among themselves. Some had the animals by them and some just had themselves. After a moment, Rocky came up and stood beside Ricket in his little matching doggy vest. He knew while he stood there that today was going to be a fun day as they offered there home to the Wanna-Be's to join.

Florence was all alone in one of the acrobat trailers getting ready. With her being all alone all she wore was a towel from her getting out of the shower not to long ago. Her hair was still dripping wet and small water droplets rushed down her in small streams from the tips of her hair. Sighing she stood in front of the large mirror looking at all the makeup she had to choose from What shall I use today? She had a small box where she kept all her personal makeup, even though it got used by others quite often, she opened it. With a large array of eyeshadows, blushes, and other things she wasn't sure what she'd choose for this day, Actually I look pretty good today, smiling at herself in the mirror she played with her soaked hair, so lipstick should be enough. Rummaging through the box she pulled out a red lipstick she knew would make her lips pop, Perfect! Opening it up she watched herself in the mirror to make sure she was doing it right, when some she blotted. "Perfect!" Telling herself she walked over to a chair where she had placed the leotard she was going to wear for that day. It was black and shiny, was tight fitting, zipped up in the front, and like all her other outfits had lights seen into it. Dropping the towel she picked up the leotard and unzipped it. Bending over a little so she could put it on she placed one leg after the other through the openings at the end. Pulling it up to fit she zipped it and and went to look at herself in the mirror again. Kind of provocative... good choice! Giving herself a high give she knew it was time to go into the big top. "Show time!" With a huge grin she went over to the trailer door, opened it, then walked out making sure to shut it behind her.

Today she was dressed up, well she was always dressed up, but today was different. The circus was letting in Wanna-Be's! She could still remember when she came to the circus, it was just for the fun of the circus life. She had he entranced by all the performing and flashing lights, it was like the circus it's self had beckoned her to come to join it years ago. Her favorite things about the Wanna-Be's was she hoped she could train some new acrobats. She though the acrobats were the best act in the whole circus and also thought she was the best acrobat.

When seeing the Wanna-Be's with Ricket she grew thrilled and ran over immediately. Looking them over she could feel her heart race, "Hello beautiful Wanna-Be's, I'm Florence!" Announcing with a American accent as she waved at them all also while checking them at. Some were more attractive than others, but the all looked good at the least. "I'm one of the acrobats." Swiftly changing to an Italian accent to tell what she did she walked over to Shiloh hugging her from behind. "Well someone's being quiet." Joking as she went back to her original accent. Quickly realizing she was suppose to be in the Big Top with the other carnies she kissed Shiloh's cheek, "I better go before Lyfe yells at me." Joking she let go of the girl and quickly scurried into the tent to where the other carnies were. "Your queens arrived!" She called to the carnies once they all came to her view. Once in she looked around until she spotted someone she wanted to talk to. "Hey there sexy l." She said directly to Axel as she got closer to him.

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Taking in a deep breath he had been in his tent for some time just laying there on his back staring at the ceiling. He was no where near ready to get up and go meet the new recruits, to many people for him. Ghost was already dressed in his tuxedo, so he was in rush to get ready whatsoever. It's not like new people were insufferable or he was unable to function in a society with people he didn't know, he had to experience the strangers from unknown regions everyday, he just didn't have to coexist with then twenty-four-seven. Its ignorant and inferior to resemble such irrational thoughts... What was a sickly feeling the way he felt about being around the new, but he'd have to subside the uncomfortableness and get over it.

Maybe one will resemble the mutants as I as. His strength was rare indeed, for how many men could fold a car into a box with bare hands and no help from foreign device? He theorized the thought was a waste of space in his brain with him knowing greatly the thought was unlikely, strength like his was rare in genetics.

With a soft groan he picked himself from the floor and stared at himself in a mirror he had placed in his room for the vain reason to look at himself when needed. He looked ok in his own definition, his bangs were combed backwards in a fluffed bump, his suit wrinkle free, and his signature thick rimmed black glasses felt weightless as they sat on the bridge of his nose and both ears. His appearance was approachable. Don't forget to exercise your facial muscles. Sighing he did a huge smile and stared at the reflection. It was completely convincing and looked real no matter how someone looked at it. Keeping the realisticness up he pushed apart his tents curtains and made his way to the Big Top.

Once in the larger tent he looked around at his fellow carnies. He considered them all family, like distant cousins or something, and he knew he'd soon feel the same about the Wanna-Be's. At first he knew it would take him time to adapt to them like he had done with the others, and even though he wouldn't adapt soon he's act like he had, like he was the friendliest like always. Ghost was a friendly enough guy that did like helping around, he was always helping around the circus for fun, so he'd be there for all the New-Be's to help them out.

When entering he kept his smile even though on the inside he was frowning. It wasn't like he hated being here, it's just he had those days when he was happy and others when he just wanted to stay in his tent all day. He didn't feel like talking so he immediately darted towards Lyfe like normally and took his side. "Hello." Is all he said when taking his stand next to Lyfe's right like always. Out of everyone in the circus he felt most comfortable to Lyfe's side, mainly because he was the Ring Master. Besides being the Strong Man he helped out Lyfe a lot for the pleasure of helping. Looking him over he assumed he would be giving a speech to all about the Wanna-Be's joining them, he didn't care to much for the topic but he did like the speeches Lyfe gave once in a while.

Jeannie sat in her tent she had her costume on though the corset strings were tied so the top loosely drooped revealing her lacy bra. She pulled her thin white fishnet tights up her thigh. She gazed in her full length mirror, twirling around and admiring herself."Ugh I can't tie this damned thing." She huffed as she failed at the corset again. She gave up and walked over to Bo's room, who was still standing in her room only in a pair of bra and panties. "Boooo" She complained dragging out her sisters name "Tie my corset," She asked sticking her lower lip out.
"Yeah ok," Her sister complied and Jeannie leaned over to which Bo pulled the strings, making Jeanie suck in her breath. When she finally stood up her body was squeezed into the tight costume and her cleavage was impossible to miss. She kissed Bo on the cheek and waved as she left her tent.

She quickly slipped back into her tent. She looked around. She tried to make her tent as glamorous and comfortable as possible. She has lots of fluffy pillows and a soft mat that is covered with a faux fur comforter with layers of blankets on top. She has twinkling lights all over the tents. She had a double tent and in the conjoint part which has a full length mirror with brass roses all over it. Her puppy was sleeping on a big pink pillow. She resisted the urge to pet her. She pulled on a pair of heels and she went to the trailer.

Noticing nobody was in there she shrugged and began on her makeup. She put on black pin up eyeliner, pink lip gloss, and a bit of blush. She also curled her hair in tight curls and then brushed the curls a bit so that they were in glossy, silky, waves. She puckered her lips and kissed the mirror leaving a pink plump kiss mark. She smiled and cleaned her stuff up. She sighed and headed back to her tent where Moxy welcomed her with barks. She picked him up and she held him cradled in her arms. The puppy nuzzled into her breast as usual. She giggled at the soft fur tickling her . her She stood and walked to the big top tent. Immediately she saw Florence and Axel. "God I got here later than Florence, I'm off my game" She said as she walked up to Florence and Axel.

Moxy squirmed in her arms, since she was falling asleep, but then nuzzled her breast again. "Oooh did you see the new be's" She asked raising her eyebrow. She winked at Florence " I know you did," Before giving her friend a kiss on the cheek. "Now then where the hell is Bo,"

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Damia loved the weather here, it was perfect for her stage outfit, which was what she had put out the night before so she could change when she woke up, the only problem was that she didn't sleep at all that night. She used used to sleepless nights through, she was used to never being able to get some sleep until she drank her self to unconsciousness. If this was a off way to behave, no one in the Circus ever said anything to her, most likely because she didn't even talk to half of them let only confide in them about her sleeping problems. She sighed loudly and ran a hand through her short, saggy hair that hung right above her shoulders, it was long enough that she could put it up in a little bun if she wanted, but Damia felt rather lazy today. She was sitting in her little tent ontop of a nest of blankets. Like many of the other members she didn't have a bed, so when she did sleep she ended up laying on top of nearly thirty blankets, Ceil, Feral, and Simon would always curl up around her and keep her warm, this was how her nights went.

Carefully Damia stepped around the sleeping tigers and quickly changed out of the shorts and tank top she wore to bed and into her normal stage outfit which consisted of black shorts, a black corset, black and red stripped socks that went to her mid thigh and stopped right below her shorts, black boots that went to a halfway point on her calf's, a crimson colored leather jacket, finger-less gloves, and her favorite top hat. Damia spent little time on her make-up, since most the time she wore her mask she didn't need anything over her eyes other than a quick layer of eye liner, and then for extra color she added blood red lip stick. She sighed happily and clapped her hands together, wakes the three large cats in an instant. "Allons, il est temps de rentrer." Damia spoke in french as she tied her mask onto her face. The man who had given her Feral, Simon and Ceil had tamed them all using french, and so speaking french was the only way they seemed to understand her.

Feral jumped right up and stretched her legs, she was always ready to get moving first thing in the morning, through Simon rolled onto his back and opened her mouth to reveal large sharp teeth as a loud yawn escaped him. Ceil lazily padded towards Damia, the smaller cat still asleep as he ran right into her leg and stumbled back. Damia chuckled before swooping down and scooping the smaller animal up before laying on her shoulder. Ceil draped his body across her shoulder and streched before going back to sleep. After a few minuets of encouragement from Damia, Simon finally got up and followed her out of the tent. Most people were already up and active, through not everyone. Feral walked on her left, while Simon on her right. To everyone who was joining the Circus today, she was sure it would be an odd sight to see, but she was actually glad they would be getting some new people, it was time for a change.

Damia nodded and waved to everyone as she passed them by, through she didn't speak until she came upon Shiloh and Ricket. "Bonjour." She said plainly, Damia was certain that anyone was basic knowledge in French would understand that she was simply saying 'Hello' but she was so used to using her French on her Tigers, the other members of the Circus often had to remind her to speak English around them and try to lessen up on her accent if she wanted anyone to understand what she was trying to say. Her eyes traveled over to the 'Wanna-Be's' before a small smile formed upon her face. It was best not to scare the new members. "Je suis Damia-" She paused and frowned as one of the Circus member's walked by and tapped his nose. That's how they reminded her to speak in English. Damia rolled her eyes and turned back towards the Wanna-Be's once more. "I am Damia Astre, I am the Tiger tamer." She smiled down at her tigers, Feral purred loudly and stalked over to Ricket and bummed her head into his leg. It was her way of showing she liked someone. After pawing gently at Rickets feet, she went over to Shiloh and repeated the action before returning to Damia's side, Simon just puffed up his chest and growled at the Wanna-Be's. "I hope some of you can speak French." She sighed in a dreamy manner, mostly because she would love to sit down and have a long conversation with someone in French, before she bowed to them and headed towards the main tent to practice.

Micel had been dressed and ready for over an hour at this point in time. The problem was... That his lions, Malu and Seneb, were being a bit... Stubborn. It had taken him around 10 minutes to even get Malu to respond to him, and when he tried to feed them, Seneb kept stealing Malu's food making him quite grumpy.

"Come on you guys. We have to be ready soon!" Micel said to both lions before turning to Seneb, "And I will not trust myself putting my head in Malu's mouth when you're stealing all his food, Seneb."

He motioned for the elder lion (Seneb) to stay put while he threw Malu another hunk of raw meat. The younger lion caught it happily. "Good boy!" Micel cooed. Finally, his lions were working with him. After the beasts were fed, Micel decided to pamper them. He gave them both belly rubs and brushed their manes and coats. He always found it funny how they slightly acted like dogs when they did this, but he also found it adorable. He loved these lions. They were his babies that he'd raised since they were mere cubs.

"Malu? How's your paw today?" Micel asked, raising his own hand to show the lion he wanted him to lift his own. The lion lifted it and placed it in Micel's other hand. The poor beast had stepped on a thorn bush the other day when he had taken him out for their daily walk. He inspected the padding and dubbed it good enough. It seemed he'd be able to perform that night.

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Lyfe bit his bottom lips as he buttoned his shirt. His eyes were trained solely on the mirror in front of him, silently critiquing his look. He ran his fingers over his stubbled chin, sighing at how old he looked. He was accustom to being mistaken for a teenager, but when his beard began to grow, he started to look his age. "Almost time for a shave, huh?" He mused, honey gaze shifting to the lazy puff of fur that was resting on his trunk of clothes. Bear looked up at him, cocking his head to the side as Lyfe spoke. "Red or gold bow-tie?" Lyfe asked, turning to the dog. Bear simply stared at him with those big dark eyes. "You're no help," the Ringmaster sighed as he tied the crimson bow-tie around his neck. He was dressed and ready in less than five minutes, clad in his full ringmaster attire. He picked up the fur ball, cradling the pup as if he were a child. "Let's meet our new recruits, shall we?"

Lyfe strolled out of his tent with his top hat and puppy in hand. The ringmaster placed his top hat on his head as he trekked towards the big top. Once inside of the massive tent, Lyfe watched the fresh meat enter shortly after. He decided that he'd wait for them to get settled in and talk to the other carnies before he gave his welcome speech. Pondering and petting bear's fur, Lyfe was pleased to see his companion, Ghost join him in her silent observations.

"Hello," his best friend greeted him.

"Hello, mate," Lyfe smiled, placing his hand on the strong man's shoulder. He studied his face, immediately spotting the discomfort. "It's alright, new blood is good for the circus. You might even like one of them, you never know."

Risque had been sitting there petting her young fox a smile on her face. Now Risque rarely smiled unless it was plastered on her face for performances. Something about this young fox tugged on her heartstrings. Heartstrings she had once thought she lost. Grimacing at heroutfit that she picked out for the night, she stood up and slowly undressed. The rest of her outfits were torn and dirty, this was the only clean one she had. "Why did I even buy this corset! It's horrid!" She cursed herself outloud.

She threw the corset on, making sure the tutu had been fluffed and pretty enough for the show. Sucking her teeth she put on her lucky leather boots, and her hat. Checking herself once in the mirror she gave another smile. "What do ya know... I actually look good in pink." She snorted before grabbing her cape and, doing hermakeup. She figured she met her nightly performance approval, and started walking out of her tent.

Tonight was different, she could tell. Izzy barked as he followed her, nearly on her heels. Turning and looking back at him she shook her head. "Izzy! You pestful fox!" Her tone was light and teasing as she continued walking. Seeing most of the people surrounding the wannabe's she snorted and held her head high. Seeing as Damia was walking to the Big Top she'd nod her head, tipping her hat before stopping at the group. "Evenin' Ricket, Shiloh..." She'd say cooly before her green eyes grazed over the wanna-be's. "Interesting group..." She mused before Izzy started pawing at her. Looking down she nodded. "I know, must go practice..." She shook her head, keeping herself slightly reserved.

"Wonder who can live the circus life." She chuckled, as she thought who would leave and who would go. "Ah! Where are my manners! I'm so rude sometimes!" She crossed her arms and tipped her hat once more. "I am Risque, the only Magician/Illusionist/Escapoloist we have upon these very grounds." She'd narrow her eyes, "And it'll stay that way." She added on before motioning to her pet fox. "Izzy, is his name." A bow to everyone. Risque turned on her heels and prepared to walk away when she saw Lyfe watching from afar. A dangerous smirk played upon her lips.

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Kat sat quietly, intent on making her ears exactly the same distance apart, after all - She did want to make a good impression on the wanna-be's. Quickly, she attached her clip-on tail before adding a dash of red to her lips and slipped on her ballet pumps.
All the while humming to herself the Swedish nursery rhyme her mother used to sing her. Kat hated that the strong Swedish accent she once had was fading, although, it did make it easier for people to understand and anyway, it wasn't like it had completely gone, you could still hear the sweet accent every time Kat spoke.

Deciding it was about time she got to the Big Top, Kat hurried along the small path which let her right to the tent.
Once she entered, Kat immediately noticed the new kids, grinning, Kat walked over to greet them; just catching the end of Risque's speech. Frowning Kat shakes her head, how like Risque to, almost, threaten the wanna-be's on their first day of arrival.
Using the customary Swedish greeting, Kat returned her smile to her face, "Hej alla," She said, and then repeats it in English, "Hello everyone, I am Kat the only contortionist, but if any of you are thinking of joining me - Go ahead! I've always wanted to be in a double act." Kat exclaims, and then notices something's missing.
"Oh where is he now," Kat sighs, "Nisse!"
And with a single call, a small, flat-faced cat comes bounding in, straight into Kat's arms.

Grinning at the wanna-be's once more, Kat walks over to the original carnie's and, yet again, notices someone else is missing.
Rolling her eyes, she quickly says to Lyfe "I'm just going to be a minuet." (because it's very rude to just leave in the middle of greeting guests), and walks out of the Big Top.

Walking quickly to where she knew Lio would be, under the exact same tree Kat had woken up on - You see, he didn't like to leave her there on her own because, if she fell off she'd get injured and he wanted to be there to help. Of course, Kat never has and never will, there's a reason she's called Kat, but anyway, Lio doesn't like her being there on her own and so he usually gets a book and reads until the sun rises, then he eats, gets changed and performs - The same cycle everyday, with a few mood swings thrown in there.

"Lio," She growls, her voice not quite as soft anymore, "what do you think you're doing? We have guests!"
But Lio simply looks up to her and shrugs "Reading." is his only response to which Kat frowns and grabs his book.
"Not anymore you're not," Kat purrs, grinning at his frown, "look, just be sociable, even if it is just for a minuet before you go of being all grumpy again, besides you have to introduce yourself."

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Lio had been quietly reading; everything was so peaceful but of course, little Kat just had to come over and spoil his serenity.
"look, just be sociable, even if it is just for a minuet before you go of being all grumpy again, besides you have to introduce yourself." Kat says, her voice regaining the friendliness it momentarily lost.

Sighing, Lio rolls his eyes before standing up, "just let me get dressed then," he tells her, walking over to his tent, Lio quickly changes into his common outfit, sighing as he put on the braces and bow tie, honestly it was ridiculous, why they had made him add these things he will never know.

Lio then looks at his appearance in the mirror, his constantly messy hair was, like always, extremely messy and there was nothing he could do about his deathly pale skin - However, Lio's large, emerald eyes still held a small spark, the spark of Oliver, the child who could have only dreamed of this to happen, only in his dreams would this ever come true and yet, somehow he had managed, the only thing missing was Oliver, the child Lio had known so well seems to disappear with every year.

Exiting the place he had made his home, Lio remembers to call for Comet before walking to the Big Top with Kat, her grinning and him, well, him being him.
As they entered the huge tent, Lio noticed a few knew faces, ah, so these must be the wanna-be's.
Walking, well, being shoved by Kat over to them, Lio smiles a little and greets them, "uh, Hi - I'm Lio the sword swallower an-" only to have Kat chime in with: "The only sword swallower, impressive, huh?" and with a wink walks off.

Rolling his eyes at Kat's back, Lio turns again to the new additions and nods, "yeah, I guess I'm the only one," he shrugs before saying, "well, that's me - I best go see how everyone else is doing."
And with that, Lio walks over to the original acts, standing next to Kat as she talks away about something or another - It was difficult to follow what she said sometimes, when Kat got really passionate, that faint accent would come back with a vengeance and make it almost impossible to understand the girl, so Lio just stood there quietly, nodding every so often and looking around the room.
He noticed Damia with Ricket & Shiloh; Florence was with Jennie & Axel; as usual, Lyfe was standing with his right-hand man Ghost.
Lio only wished he was in a better mood today, then he might go and join one of the groups, might even feel confident enough to talk to Damia. But for now, he was fine just half-listening to Kat talk.

"Hello, mate," As he Lyfe spoke he watched him examine him, "Something faux?" Following the question Lyfe entered Ghost's personal bubble by placing a hand on his shoulder, something that was both relaxing and irritating to him, but he allowed the man to rest his hand there without fuss. Physical contact was a usual phenomenon that happened to him, one of his least favorite things, but it all depend on who was touching him. It was manageable though, nothing he couldn't handle and smile to.

"It's alright, new blood is good for the circus. You might even like one of them, you never know." Rolling his head he grinned and did a silent laugh at his facade being seen through, he shouldn't have guessed that all his after all these years would have ever tricked his closet friend in the slightest. "It would all depend on how pleasing they are, they're meaning of entering our home, and other factors I don't even know myself," with him facing Lyfe he did a nonchalant eye roll, "and you've told me something similar to that when I first arrived... I've never really said more than a rough count of a hundred words to most over the years." Slightly shrugging his shoulders he made sure not to bounce Lyfe's hand off in rudeness.

He made eye contact with a few of the new ones and listened as others introduced themselves; he wasn't in a mood to do so. He didn't have the feel to move from his placement and they were close enough to hear, so with opening his mouth he began to speak, "Bonjour à tous, Je suis Saint, et je suis aussi l'homme fort." Using his native tongue he knew most wouldn't understand, but if they did that was great for them. He's introduction had started out with the wrong language by accident, but figuring how foreign it was to most if he left it at that he wouldn't have to speak anymore. Giving them all a smile of friendship and a wave of not honest glee his attention circled it's way back to Lyfe with a sheepish smile, "Bonne? Eh?" Knowing what he said could have been better he knew his friend knew so too. He was already trying to push everyone away with his kindness, because the thought of letting anyone else in was revolting.

Running his hand through his naturally fluffed hair he let out a random huff and turned to completely face Lyfe. "Gold's a good color on you." Telling him so he had reached out to straighten the uneven bow that was causing him great annoyance. He couldn't deal with crocked things like paintings that were a few inches off or when one pants leg was higher than the other, it was just annoying, "it makes your eyes pop." With his continuous he was done with the bow. "But," he began speaking about a new article of clothing, "my favorite part of all is your hat." Saying so he slowly took his hat from his head making sure it was alright and he wasn't pushing any boundaries. "It's like on of your signature things whenever you put on an act, you without a hat is like a polar near without it's seemingly white fur." As he spoke he spun the hat in between two fingers from both hands. Staring at the hat he pondered the thought of placing it on his own head, but came to the realization he was being overly talkative and if he had a word limit for everyday he was coming fairly close to it. Losing what could have possibly been a playful manner he placed Lyfe's hat back on his head like it had been and darted his eyes away from him to stare nowhere of any importance.

His mind had began to fray away from the intent mind set of unhappy when he had been speaking to Lyfe, but when noticed it was like he forced the unhappy back on himself, something he had done a lot throughout the years. Crossing his arms over his chest he watched as more carnies entered the Big Top. Why are people showing up late? He wasn't one that could simply grasp his mind why people were late. He knew what it was and multiply was it could take place, but he himself would never allow himself to not be on time unless someone was dying, but what could have really been wrong with the late ones? We're the busy doing their makeup of some sorts? Shaking his head at his own thoughts he didn't need to waste his brain power on the possible vain doing of others when he could be thinking of slightly more important things like... his mind was lost of importance but that was beside the point to him.

Bo looked at her watch on the side of the table, "shit I'm late, Lyfe will not be happy." She said pulling her bra to close the clasp in the back, She didn't add the tasseled accessories so it was just the basic blue and purple outfit, it looked less ridiculous that way. The only reason she was wearing it was because it was easiest to put on. She put on some light blue and light purple makeup with faux lashes (also ridiculous ), swallowed her pride and marched over to the mirror in her room. She looked like a half naked girl walking around in a sparkly bra and matching booty shorts. She grumbled to herself as she looked around the room.

She had a blow up mattress on the side of the room covered in multi colored blankets. Alot of the carnie's called her room the gypsy room due to the colors and the fact that blankets in scarves were everywhere. Draped places, on the floor, on everything. She had pillows surrounding the whole tent, big ones, small ones, just layered over each other. She slipped out of her tent, and suddenly wished she was wearing her stilts. Maybe if she was you wouldn't see so much of her. But she pushed that thought away like a big girl and walked over to the tent.

She passed the wanna-be's and shrugged "I'm usually a stilt walker, today I'm a whore," She turned a cocked a smile "I was kidding about the last part."

She saw Ghost and Lyfe and strolled up to them "Hey," She said before kissing both of them on the cheek, which was how she and Jeannie greeted everyone. before strolling away.

She spotted Kat and Lio and rushed over to them, giving them both quick kisses on the cheek "Ok honestly do I look life a tramp? Cuz' I feel as though I look like a tramp, I just was too lazy to put on an intricate costume so early so I out on the less intricate outfit, turns out without the tassels its a stripper outfit," She groaned the last part.She chewed on her opaque white nails "Have you seen my little sister?"

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Lyfe chuckled deeply, sliding his hand from his companion's broad shoulder. He found it utterly amusing that Ghost could be so open with him, yet shut the entire world out. He was flattered, yes, but he did want his friend to branch out and find beauty in people much like he does. However, he didn't force this wish upon Ghost, for he knew that he had to move at his own pace. "I appreciate the effort to communicate, my friend," Lyfe mused. "Although, I do believe your skill could use a bit more...work. It's still the thought that counts. Next time, hit them with a language that they can understand." It were moments like these when Lyfe thought that the strong man was absolutely adorable. He wasn't surprised when the other man began fixing his tie. It was to be expected. He knew about his mild OCD and didn't protest when he tried to fix him up. "I would have worn my gold tie, but Bear wasn't helping me much." He scowled down at the sleeping pup in his arms, shaking his head fondly. He noted the fact that Ghost was rambling, talk more and that realization bought a smile to his face as he watched the man play and comment on his hat. He placed Bear on the ground, waking the little puff ball up and letting him rest against his foot. He didn't say anything, just grinning because he didn't want to ruin Ghost's moment. He glanced at Kat, raising a brow when she told him she'd be back. He simply shrugged, knowing that he could trust her to keep her word.

Sadly, Ghost's chatter was over too soon when he placed Lyfe's top hat back on his head. Lyfe frowned a bit, already missing the talkative side of him. He sighed, "You're face lights up when you absentmindedly chatter, Ghost. It's a glorious sight. You should do it more often and not be afraid to let that side of you show. It's those talkative moments of yours that I look forward to." He gave his strong friend a reassuring smile just as Bo approached them.

"Why hello, beautiful," Lyfe greeted her as she kissed his cheeks. "You're late, but since I'm happy about the new recruits, I'll let it go, love. Don't do it again." He watched her scamper off, smiling as he did. His eyes roamed around the big top, taking in the new faces and noting the late arrivals. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "They're late..." He said with a tinge of annoyance. "The lot of them. I'll give them another ten minutes before I go yanking them out of their tents." He leaned, nonchalantly against the metal barrier, honey orbs taking inventory while his mind organized the evening and his speech. He smirked when Kat arrived with Lio in tow. Lyfe gave her a grateful thumbs up and a charming grin. "Well, there is one less arse I'll have to drag back."

Risque snorted hearing Kat's words about a double act. Knowing she probably couldn't hear anymore of the girl's words she continued on walking off. Izzy followed her his mouth slightly open. She figured she should at least go and say good morning to the ringmaster. Approaching Lyfe she tipped her hat and smiled. "Evening Lyfe." She paused and looked at Ghost. Nodding her head she simply said, "Ghost." Izzy yapped and sniffed Bear hesitantly. Risque shook her head and scolded the little fox. "Leave him alone, he doesn't look like he wants to play nor bother you." She chuckled and shook her head. "Pesky little fox you are." She looked back up at Lyfe and smirked, "So... I might need your help this evenin on my act... that is... if you wouldn't mind?"

She raised a slender brow as her green eyes glowed waiting for a response. She was much more relaxed than usual, maybe that was because she was around both Ghost and Lyfe, who knew. "Oh! I'm so forgetful sometimes...." She chuckled and adjusted her gloves. "I haven't told you my act... it's sure gonna dazzle the new kids, and shock the crowd... hopefully it won't give you a heart attack in the process." She started playing with her hair as she spoke about it. Am I seriously flirting with the Ringmaster? Gosh! Alania get a grip! She mentally shouted at herself as she pondered the performance tonight.

Realizing what she was doing she stopped playing with her hair and put up her icy front once more, though it wasn't so icy since it was the Ringmaster she was speaking with. Kneeling down, she picked her kidd fox up and smiled. "Izzy you remember Lyfe don't you?" It was something to keep herself busy...a distraction.

Izzy leaned forward both paws still on Risque's chest as he sniffed Lyfe. His brown eyes seemed to glow as he licked the man's cheek before hopping out of Risque's arms and scampering off to her tent. Shaking her head she sighed. "Such a fox that is."

Shiloh was smiling as she handed out the flyers to all the new people. She had to admit, they were quite a bunch. Some of them looked older, some looked younger. Some looked like they came from the rich hills while others looked like they were from the ghetto. Some looked timid while others looked out there. It was quite a sight. But, they all looked like they wanted to be there. Like they actually wanted to join the circus. Like they wanted to join the family. It was just a nice change. Usually, she sees different new people everyday that come to the shows. Usually, she's bombarded by young children asking her to make them a balloon animal or to juggle for them or to paint their faces. Then she'd never see them again unless then come back in a year or two with their family to see the show. This is different though. Some of these people will say they can't take the heat of the circus and say the circus life is too hard for them and then they'd leave. But, some of these people will take it. They'll join the circus and be able to pick a spot for their tent go or take one of the old tents the older members of the circus had left behind.

All of this was going through Shiloh's head as she handed the new guys flyers, but it was all abruptly drained as she was hugged from behind. Her eyes widened as she turned to at least try to see who it was, but she had a few ideas. Just as she thought, Florence. The pretty girl had hugged her from behind and Shiloh couldn't do a thing but smile at her. Shiloh being Shiloh refuses to break her silence while in costume. One would say she really gets in character. Plus, she honestly just doesn't like talking while in character. She believes her voice is just too girly sounding and she just doesn't want to ruin the moment of laughter and smiles she already brings to the people she sees.

"Well someone's being quiet." Florence said, and, as a response, Shiloh just smiled at her an gave a slight nod. Isn't it obvious? Shiloh thought. It most likely was obvious, considering the fact that she was all in costume and such, but she can't control what she thinks. No one can, really. After a moment, and about the time Shiloh was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable with Florence hugging her from the back, she had kissed Shiloh on the cheek. Shiloh thanked god for the fact that she was wearing a layer of white face paint all over her face or she was sure her face would be as red as a damned tomato. Hell, she was surprised the paint didn't start melting off her face at the feeling of her face getting so warm. "I better go before Lyfe yells at me." Florence had said before letting Shiloh go and running off to the tent. Shiloh watched her go for a moment with a smile on her face before looking down, shaking her head slightly, then looking back over the new comers.

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After Florence came up and greeted the Wanna-Be's, without as much of a hello to Ricket, then she made her way to mess with Shiloh, Ricket watched them for a moment with a cocked eyebrow and goofy smile. He looked down at the wanna-be's, goofy smile illuminating his face. "What a craic par, don't ya think?" He whispered down to them, loud enough for them to hear, while pointing a thumb at the two before bursting out into laughter. He looked as if he could fall over on those big stilts of his, but he didn't. He simply just put a leg back to balance himself. He then decided to do some juggling. Ricket might not be as good at juggling as Shiloh, but he was good enough to juggle at least three bowling pins.

Unhooking the pins form his side, he began to juggle, one after the other after the other. As he did so, he mimicked the sound of the circus music that continued to blur through the intercoms. After a few moments, he got tired of juggling. Just as he hooked his bowling pins back to his side, he looked down to see Damia and her beautiful tigers come up. "Hi ya!" He waved down to her then turned his attention to Feral as she went and bumped into his leg. He knew why, of course, and he wasn't about to fall down, so he just smile at the tiger. "Hello, big kitty!" He said with a slight chuckle then watched as she made her way over to Shiloh and did the same. He watched with a laugh as Shiloh was bumped over slightly by the strength of the large cat and she jus simply smiled at her and gave her a pet on the head before Feral made her way back over to Damia.

After that, it was one after the other before they had a large group of about twenty wanna-be's. Looking out through the gate, Ricket didn't see no more people coming. So, he looked down at Shiloh. "Alright, that's it! You can come on in now!" He said over to her was a smile. He was excited nonetheless about talking to every single last one of the kiddies. Once Shiloh came back in and made her way into the big top, Ricket, being how he is, he started walking around greeting the other carnies, like he does every day, with a big goofy smile and his Irish accent.

Looking at Lyfe he noticed that he was smiling, but instead it looked like a frown had been forming without notice. "What's wrong?" He was confused with the fact the his friend was smiling like his normal self. "You're face lights up when you absentmindedly chatter, Ghost. It's a glorious sight. You should do it more often and not be afraid to let that side of you show. It's those talkative moments of yours that I look forward to." A smile of reassurance replaced the frown causing Ghost to give a weary smile himself. "I'll work on it some more for you." Looking over he noticed an approaching Bo.

Watching her pass the Wanna-Be's he could hear her loudish voice travel to his ears. "I'm usually a stilt walker, today I'm a whore," She turned with a joking smile, "I was kidding about the last part." "What a lovely introduction." Mumbling to himself as Bo made her way towards him and Lyfe. She was like most of the other carnies, they all said and did such unladylike things that he disapproved, but never commented on to them even if he wanted to. "Hey." She had said to the both of them, "Bonjour." Was his only reply to her as she kissed his cheek, something he did not want but got use to from knowing her so long. He didnt enjoy kisses or higs much, to much touching, to close as well, but he could deal more with the hugs depending on the person. It was strange still to him to recieve the soft touch of her lips on his cheek. His eyes followed Bo until she left.

Setting his eyes back on Lyfe he listened to what he had to say, "They're late..." Ghost could hear the annoyance in his voice. "The lot of them. I'll give them another ten minutes before I go yanking them out of their tents." The thought made him laugh some, "I'll help you if you need assistants." Feeling like it was his turn to be reassuring he patted him lightly on the back. Once he leaned against the metal he removed his hand. "And why should I change my language for them? If they're lucky they'll learn something from it." Grinning he looked away from Lyfe at all the people in the Big Top trying to picture who was missing, One to many. Sighing he rested his back on the barrier as well.

Thinking about Lyfe's words he squinted his eyes and turned back to face him. "And a glorious sight? Lighting up? I don't agree with your statement. To many errors of my assessment of myself. My thoughts of myself are... nowhere near bright." He had never viewed himself in the longest time ever to be bright, but he liked that Lyfe saw that in him. "I'm pleasured you like hearing me talk though," gazing into his gold flacked eyes he cocked his head to the right, [color=#C0C0C0]"if you like it I'll try to do it more." Ghost didn't like talking to much, but he enjoyed pleasing others and if it pleased his friend he'd attempt to do so. He liked to do things for Lyfe most of all because he helped him out a lot many years ago.

"So... Um," He was going to talk for Lyfe, force himself, something he had been doing throughout his years at the circus. "I can't wait for your speech, I know it'll be good like that always are." What to talk about? "I only wished they'd be another strong person, someone for me to work with," with a smirk he shuck his head, "but I already know the unlikely hood of that."

Micel didn't know what happened. One minute the lions were fine, and the next Seneb bit Malu's ear and they started to play. This was normal with these two. But what wasn't normal was when they actually started to get mad at each other.
Micel tried to calm them, and when they wouldn't listen he got frustrated. "Come on you guys! You aren't cubs anymore!" He yelled at them. They only ignored him.

Now's here where the problem was. Micel had let his lions out of the cage to work with them and was in a big enough tent to do so. But someone must have opened the tent flap slightly 'cause when Malu decided to fight back he pissed of Seneb. This scared the poor beast and he bolted, Seneb on his heels.

"Son of a...!" Micel started, cutting himself off as she chased after the two. It wasn't long until he saw the lions running straight for Ricket, not noticing that the man was even there it seemed.
"Ricket! Look out!" Micel warned, trying to catching up with his lions, "Malu! Seneb! Stop!"
All the carnies knew that neither of the lions would attack you if you didn't pester them, but that didn't stop the giant cats who seem to think they were still cubs from running into things and/or people.

((OOC: Ricket. I don't know where you are. But those lions found you o.o))

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Lyfe grinned fondly at Ghost, "It's how I see you, mate. In my eyes, you are more than you think you are," he shrugged. "I tend to find beauty in everyone I come in contact with. Call it my tragic flaw or my saving grace, if you will." He nodded happily, his face beaming with exuberance. "Thank you for the effort, Ghost. I'm sure that you'll be speaking more effortlessly in no time." He listened as his companion attempted to engage him in conversation, however, Lyfe's attention was steered away from Ghost when Risque decided to grace him with her presence. He quirked a brow in faint surprise. Risque was one of the reserved few of his carnies that didn't confine in him much, so it was a pleasant surprise when she approached him.

"My apologies, Ghost," he said, trying not to be rude.

"Lovely seeing you again, Risque. Always a pleasure," he mused, charmingly. He glanced at her fox as he tried to play with the lazy fur ball at his feet, smirking at the two before moving his golden gaze shift back to her. His charming smile only widened when she asked for his assistance. "Of course, I'd love to help." His honey eyes took in her stature, causing him to raise a brow. Was Risque flirting with him? The signs were all there, but she never seemed interested before. He always assumed that he just wasn't her type, but who was he to judge? "Care to explain what said act consists of? I'd prefer to know what I'm getting myself into before I'm terrorized or scarred for life," he joked, lightly. Before she could answer his question, the fox was sniffing and lick his face. He chuckled, lightly, patting the beast on his head, running his fingers through the soft fur, before he scurried away. "Cute," he said simply. "So, about this act of yours. Will it hurt me in any way?"

"It's how I see you, mate. In my eyes, you are more than you think you are," "At least one of us sees me in a more uplifting way." He watch Lyfe shrug it off and continue speaking. "I tend to find beauty in everyone I come in contact with. Call it my tragic flaw or my saving grace, if you will." He watched Lyfe's face almost glow from joy, Is he happy I'm talking more? He didn't really want to think to much about it, so he brushed it off.

"Thank you for the effort, Ghost. I'm sure that you'll be speaking more effortlessly in no time." So it is because I'm speaking. Nodding his head he wasn't to sure about that, he didn't really want to talk more effortlessly. Ghost likes being closed off to the ones he wasn't fond of, "I could only hope." Was his only reply as he noticed he was losing his attention. He didn't mind though, he wasn't the most entertaining person in the world. Turning his head he saw who Lyfe was looking at, Risque walking over to them. She's odd but beautiful, I see why she has his attention.

"My apologies, Ghost," His head different back around to the voice, "It's perfectly fine." Telling him so he did mind it in a way he was unsure of, but he would simply keep that feeling to himself. When she came to stand in front of Lyfe he gave off a soft smile. "Ghost." He nodded at her hello not in any mood to talk to her in any form. As she and Lyfe talked he began frowning, Looks like I'll be losing my talking companion. Knowing he had begun to frown he quickly plastered another smile hoping no one noticed, he wanted none of his true emotions to be showing. He didn't care to much about no talking to Lyfe, but a small amount did, it was a frustrating thought he was going to try to push away as he listened to the two of them chatter.

With a huff from frustration he slide down the wall so he ended up sitting on the ground that was surprisingly warm. He didn't know where this frustration was coming from, but he wanted it to leave, Pesky mood swings! He was ready just to hear Lyfe's speech then hopefully go back to his tent, because momentarily that's all he wanted, was to be alone. In a way he was enjoying the company from Lyfe, but he didn't feel like sharing that company, so he had rather just being alone. He was alone for a big sum of the time anyways so it wasn't anything different. He was known for randomly walking away from conversations to be by himself, but at the moment he felt like that would be overly rude with there being new recruits. As he set there he twisted his hair with his fingers which was a tell of his frustration, it was something he did because pulling the nerves in his head always made him calm down. Wouldn't I kill for a head massage right now.

Ricket was doing his rounds, making his way around to give a quick hi-de-ho to everyone when he heard someone call his name. He looked over to see Cloverdew chasing Malu and Seneb. He just kind of eyed the two running lions and noticed they were heading right to him. With a swift movement of his stilt, Ricket dodged the first one. But then Seneb bumped right into the other, sending Ricket falling to the ground of the big top. It was a loud fall, let me tell you. He let out a "whoa!" As he fell to the ground with a crash, dirt from the ground of the tent bursting up into the air.

Ricket could have swore he was out for a while. But, no, he wasn't. He opened his eyes and was laying on his back. He looked up into a large cloud of smoke. After a moment, he started coughing from all the smoke and dust now floating in a big cloud in the Big Top tent. He scrambled out of his extension of legs and was standing. In the process of falling, he lost his hat and his glasses. Now standing, Ricket continued to cough until some of the dust settled back onto the ground. Once he could see everyone again through the dusty smoke, he put his hands up in the air as he yelled to them. "I'm alright, everyone! I'm just fine!" He said before coughing a little bit more. He decided he was done with stilts for the day so he walked over and pulled them over to the side of the tent. He then looked over at the lions and Cloverdew. "Ya rascals! Ya could've gotten me seriously hurt!" He tried to scold the loins, but, being Ricket, he just couldn't help but smile at the two.

Ricket then sat on the ground, still in his costume minus his extended legs, and looked around. He saw Shiloh off sitting on one of the benches as usual, just looking around with a neutral look on her face. He shook his head slightly and looked back over at Cloverdew. "Cloverdew, lad, what happened?! Yee not listenin' to ya today?" He asked, smile on his face and without his hat or sunglasses and dust all over him.

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Damia smiled and nodded to certain people as she passed by them, through he mind was else where. She was trying to mentally go over all of the new tricks she wanted to teach Simon and Feral before the end of the night, she was partly thinking about holding a little after show for everyone, but she was feeling rather lazy today. Most the time through, she didn't have to ask people to come watch her practice, they just showed up on their own. She nearly laughed aloud as she heard Lyfe talking about going around the pull people out of their tents. It's a good thing I woke up when I did. She mused, walking up to Lyfe and Ghost and the little crowd they had gathered around them.

In an instant, Ceil was off of Damia's shoulder and lunging through the air until he landed on Lyfe's shoulder. The cat gave a grunt of effort before climbing up the rest of the way and leaning over the lick the man's nose. Feral scurried over to Ghost and quickly walked a few circles around him before standing up on her hind legs and trying to give him a hug. "Claws in! Feral do not scratch that man!" Damia snapped stepping forward to try and pull the tiger away. The animal made a whine of protest and quickly leaned in to place a large wet lick upon Ghost's face before Damia could pull her away. Simon sprawled out on the ground in front all of them, watching everything take place while yawning."Nous avons dépassé cela! Vous ne pouvez pas l'embrasser!" She scolded the tiger lightly before leaning over to snatch Ceil back off of Lyfe's shoulder. She set the smaller tiger on Simon's head before turning to the two men, a sheepish smile spreading over her face. "Sorry Lyfe, Ghost." She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Ghost so he could whip off his face.

"Malu! Seneb! Stop!" Damia stopped her apologizes and turned around slightly, catching sight of the two fully grown Lions bounding towards Ricket like he was Santa on Christmas. She tilted her head ever so slightly in amusement before turning back towards Lyfe and Ghost with a small grin on her face. "I guess it could have been worse. They could have tackled you." She chuckled while Simon looked around, clearly looking for the one person he would run up too and try to hug. Damia knew who the tiger was looking for, and tried to stop him as quickly as possible. "Ecoutez ici monsieur, n'avez-vous pas fuir, je vais-" Simon suddenly hopped to his feet, Ceil was still sitting on his head, and quickly ran off towards Florence. The girl with the fear of large animals was in fact the only other person other than Damia that could get Simon to jump up and try to hug her. Damia let out a groan of defeat while putting a hand over her face. "Bloody beast," She mumbled under her breath before turning back towards Ghost and Lyfe only to see the two of them go different ways.

She frowned slightly while turning towards Ghost who was now sitting on the ground with his back to the wall and his hands in his hair. She shooed Feral away before approaching the seemingly frustrated man and kneeling in front of him. "Are you okay?" She asked gently, talking rather quiet in fear that he had a headache from most likely drinking too much the night before. Despite what some may think, Damia was actually a really caring person, even if she was withdrawn from others, she didn't like to see them in pain of any kind.

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Seneb had run into the stilt he tripped over his a stumbled, falling flat on his face. Of course he was fine, so all he did paw at his sore nose. Once Malu realize Seneb was no longer chasing him, he stopped. He noticed the fallen stilt-man and went over to him. And being the giant sweet heart he is, decided to nuzzle his head into one of Ricket's hands as if asking if he was okay.

"I am so sorry!" Micel said, looking over at his lions, "Seneb started to bully Malu, Malu got scared and ran, and... Yeah... They didn't want to listen..."
He was embarrassed for his lions. 'cause he knew they didn't think/know that they did anything wrong, but he knew that he could get yelled at for this. Seneb, knowing he was probably in trouble from the looks his master was giving him, went up to Micel and started to rub up against him.

"Well... At least Malu is sorry..." Micel tried, hoping that Seneb would go and say sorry as well, "You're not hurt anywhere are you, Ricket?"

As he sat there he noticed Damia walk in with Ceil and Feral, Such lovely animals. He noticed her wave in his direction and not sure who it was to he gave a small wave back. As she came near he witnessed Ceil jump on to Lyfe and Feral start coming towards him. Jumping from the ground he had a stance waiting for the large animal to charge. He wasn't afraid knowing Feral was friendly. When the creature reached him she stood on her back legs, . "Claws in! Feral do not scratch that man!" Feral grunted as if she were talking back to Damia and ended up hugging him and giving him a wet sloppy kiss across the face. "Mon genre préféré de baiser!" He started to rub quickly across the big cats head before Damia pulled her away. ""Nous avons dépassé cela! Vous ne pouvez pas l'embrasser!" Ghost couldn't help but laugh at the situation, maybe he didn't need to be alone, just a good laugh from an unexpected tiger. ""Non, non, non! Il me baiser est très bien, pas besoin de gronder!" Using his hand he tried to wipe away as much tiger salvia away as he could why he continued in his now jolly type mood. "Sorry Lyfe, Ghost." The apology was so not need, he was actually white happy it happened. The situation had helped him clear his mind if his mixed emotions.

"Malu! Seneb! Stop!" Looking towards the voice he noticed Clover's lions going after Ricket, More feline trouble. As he laughter got a little louder than wanted he put his hand over his mouth, What a day. "I guess it could have been worse. They could have tackled you." Ghost nodded his head in agreeing, "Feral could have decided to tear me to shreds!" He joked of course, if needed he could have killed the tiger simply with his strength, but it wasn't something he had ever planned on doing. It just seemed like the cats were over joyed today, maybe because their was new blood floating around they didn't know. They seemed to have calmed down, but without warning he watched one race off towards the direction of Florence.

With a breath his mood swiftly changed back to it's frustration. With a shake of his head he took his seat back against the wall to watch the lighthearted chaos that was going on around them. At least the feeling left for a small amount of time. Playing with his hair again he looked up to she Damia approaching. With her kneeling down in front of her she spoke, "Are you okay?" With a half smile he nodded for a yes. "Just a little confused today." He didn't know how to explain the confusion he felt was it a small amount of jealousy that someone talked to Lyfe? "No need to fret." It made him feel better that she cared though, it reminded him that the circus was his family and he might not be with them all the time he was never truly alone. Glancing up at Lyfe he quickly looked back to Damia so no one would notice and all it took to make him smile was glancing at Lyfe, "I'm perfectly fine, Damia, thank you for caring." With her talking to him he dropped his hand to his side with the feeling of a small amount of relief.

Risque smiled as Lyfe expressed some interest in her performance... maybe that was because well she had asked him to be in it. Her green eyes glowed brightly as she begun to speak about her idea for the night. "Well after I do my first few tricks... I'll need someone to catch me." She bit her lip slightly. "I promise to replace the acrobats rope.. but, I'm going to be fastened in a straightjacket, it'll be chained and locked... I'll be balancing on the rope as it is lit on fire from both ends. I have until it reaches the center to escape the jacket, and I'll have to jump down." She kicked at the ground. "You are one of the few people I trust... well ok... the only person I trust to catch me, after I jump down.."

She finished her speech about her final act and looked at him hopeful. "You don't mind helping do you?" She knelt down to pet Bear trying to find something to do to kill the anxiety in her. She turned her attention to the big top before sighing, "The acrobats will have to go before me of course." She muttered wondering what other magical tricks she could do to impress the crowd. Something always new, something always different.

Standing up so she was face to face with Lyfe once more she bowed her head and removed her hat, so that she could place her hood over her head, keeping her cloak closed. She didn't need anyone to know she was wearing a Pink corset for this evening...or that she was wearing a corset at all... much less one so... revealing.

"So what do you say Lyfe? Ready to believe in magic again? Ready to take a Risque?" She smirked as she asked the questions, making a pun on her stage name. Holding out her hand, she gave a bashful smile. "Might I see your arm Lyfe...?" With her free hand, she pulled a sharpie from the pocket of her cloak, "I would like to draw something..." She murmured slightly

As she stood next to Axel she watched as Jeanie entered the Big Too coming over to them. "God I got here later than Florence, I'm off my game" Dropping her lower jaw she rolled her eyes and started to dramatically cough, "I heard that!" And she figured she was suppose to. Running her fingers through her lovely locks she kept speaking, "My perfection takes time, I can't just come in here not looking perfect." She did spend a lot if time getting ready and was usually that last person to ever enter any meeting with the other carnies, I guess I'm getting better at my timing. Shrugging her shoulders at her own thought she was staring at the Wanna-Be's. "Oooh did you see the new be's" Jeanie's words brought Florence from her hawk-eyed staring to look at a raised eyebrow then a wink. She " I know you did," Receiving a kiss on the cheek she smirked, "It's not polite to tease me." With a small laugh she watched as Bo entered the room.

"Now then where the hell is Bo," Florence couldn't help but roll her eyes at the question. She had seen her walk in with her seductively small body wearing a small outfit calling herself a whore to the New-Be's it something. Raising a hand she pointed over to Bo, "She's over there stealing the attention I deserve!" Using a child like voice she was only playing, even though she wasn't getting the attention she wanted. Yawning she then watched as Damia entered with her tigers. Leaning over some she was at a angle wear she could see behind the small tiger girl as she entered causing her to smirk. She was about to call out to her but soon Cloverdew's lions had gotten lose then the tigers!

She had grown over her fear of the felines to a certain extent, "Uhg!" Making the noise she overheard Damia mention claws, I'm going to die! Feeling a pinch of fear she snuggled into Axel's side to make herself feel safer. There was one tiger she was looking out for in particular, Simon. She locked her eyes on him as he examined the room, Is he looking for me? She could hear Damia saying something in French before Simon locked eyes back with Florence and leaped off the ground running towards her. "Oh gosh! She screamed as the beast grew near. "It's going to kill me!" Her fear grew causing her to take Axel's shoulders and forced him in front of her to act as a shield. "Protect me." Whispering so in his ear as she closed her eyes tightly.

Before she knew it the tiger had swiped her off her feet with his paws, nudged Axel out if his way, and began licking Florence's face. The large animal was sweet to her and she couldn't help but pet it once all the fear was gone. Why did I over react so much? Clearing her throat she spoke loudly, "And that's how not to act when a tiger is stalking you down!"

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In mid-sentence, Lyfe felt the soft fur on his cheek and the weight on his shoulder before he saw the feline's tail flash before his eyes. "The animals seem to adore me today," he mused, allowing the cub to lick his nose, lovingly. "So cute," he chuckled. He didn't mind that Ceil wanted his attention. He glanced at Damia, giving the young woman a short shrug in a nonchalant fashion. "No need to be sorry, love. They're precious." Being the ringmaster, Lyfe was used to the various animals showing him affection, however seeing the lions roaming about did take him aback. "Now that," he sighed. "Is unacceptable."

He flicked his gaze to Risque, "I'd be glad to help, we can practice later...without the fire, of course." He quirked a brow at her before he extended his arm to her, pulling up his sleeve, revealing his naturally tanned skin. "I have to see a fellow about two lions, so I'd prefer if you attempt to make haste, please." He looked down at Ghost after she finished marking his flesh, feeling a bit guilty for excluding him. "You and I will have a drink together, mate, but I must do something about these lions, at the moment." He made his way to Cloverdew, ready to bring the chaos down to a minimum. "Clover," he said once he found the lad. "Please try to control the lions. I don't want to frighten the new recruits away. I need them back in their cages." He glanced down at Ricket, a small smile playing on his face. "You okay down there, mate?"

Jeannie rolled her eyes at Florence's temper tantrem. "She's over there stealing the attention I deserve!" Jeannie rolled her eyes and was about to say something when she saw Damia's tigers get in a fight with Cloverdews lions. Florence looked shaken up and started screaming,well screeching might be a better term. She grabbed Axel, making Jeannie stiffen and avert her eyes as Florence whispered in his ear. She pursed her lips, but almost as soon as she grabbed him, the tiger intervened and moved Axel out the way and began licking Florence's face.She giggled out loud, letting her head tilt back and her hair fall back as well. Moxy barked for a while, startled but after stroked her belly a bit with her finger she gave in and settled.
"And that's how not to act when a tiger is stalking you down!" She said obviously trying to make up for her freak out.

Jeannie leaned her head on Axels shoulders, Moxy stirred for a bit but resumed nuzzling her "Yes, very good demonstration," She said wiping under her eye,at a tear from laughing. "You,my dear, are a very good actress. And lucky my very strong man could protect you" She said sticking out her tongue at Axel before glancing at her sister "Holy hell she's wearing less clothes than both of us, she looks hot, good for her." She said with a nod "I didn't realize how hot that costume was without all those tassels and things hanging from it." She glanced back again "I may even borrow it, If I can squeeze these," she said motioning to her breast which were practically trying to pop out of the corset "Into that little bustier,"

She turned to Florence and stuck her lip out "Seriously do you know how long it took to put this on?" She let out what would be a exasperated groan but due to the fact that she could hardly breath, came out as a moan, at best. She turned to Axel again and discreetly whispered "Help me take it off later?" Before returning to her conversation. "Anyway I'm so excited for these new people." She gently set Moxy on the ground and helped Florence off the ground before clasping both of her hands "You'll still be my favorite, of course," She said with a bright smile, she kissed her on the lips this time before surveying the new people. The kiss wasn't unusual for her. The Martinez sisters had a habbit of kissing people. A kiss on the cheek as a greeting usually and a peck on the lips in affection. Moxy barked jelous that she wasn't getting all of Jeannie's attention.

"You'll always be my favorite Moxy," She said picking her up and cradling her in her arms again. Moxy barked happily.