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Aaban

"Would you like to know your future?"

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a character in “The Devil's Circus”, as played by Rage&Pride

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Aaban
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"I am the fortune teller. Would you like to know your future?"
(If you cannot read the above, is says {above photo} "Aaban" {below photo} "I am the fortune teller. Would you like to know your future?")





Name: Aahil Aamirah Azizi
Stage Name: Aaban The Fortune Teller (Or just Aaban)
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Role: The Fortune Teller




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Eye Color: Hazel-Green
Hair Color: Brown
Dressing Style: Indian/Muslim/Gipsy
Weight: 130 lbs
Height: 6 Feet



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Likes: Dazzling People, Cards, The Future, Meditating, Shinny Things, Antiques, His Turban, Smoke, Alcohol

Dislikes: People Who Judge, Arguments, Fighting, Seeing Blood, Ignorance

Habits: Getting lost in his fog of smoke while meditating. Ignoring people. Speaking to himself in his native language of Hindi.
Crush: N/A
Personality: Aaban is, in a word, strange. He always has been. He'd rather sit by himself on a nice big soft purple pillow with golden stitching while he's in a meditation trance and surrounded by a light fog of smoke from burning incense. That being sad, it's easy to say he likes his alone time. But, he really is social, when he's doing his job. He uses his Indian accent to draw people in so he can give them a fortune. Being from India, he's fairly traditional, rather being in gipsy-like clothes with golden rings and reds, green, purple, and teal clothes. You can't really tell whether he's happy or sad or...anything...ever. It's not that he tries to hide his feelings or anything. He just doesn't care about stuff enough to show feelings. I guess you could just say he's a odd man.




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Skills: Various ways of fortune telling (eg. by Palm Reading, by crystal ball, by cards, etcetera)
Family: Aaban left his family back in India, now his only family is the circus.
History: Aahil was the first born son and child of his two very successful people, they even named him Aahil, which means Prince. At the age of fourteen, they notified him that he was to be married in less than a year. Not liking the idea of loosing his life to get married at such a tender age, he left. He waited for his parents and siblings to fall asleep then packed a bag with a change of clothes and some bread then left out the front door.

He spent his life on the streets, not knowing what it was like to have a nice life where he didn't need to worry about when his next meal would be and where it would come from anymore. About a year of this, when he was about sixteen and a half, he ran into a group of Gipsy's. They could speak his language, though they spoke English more since English was taking over most of India at the time. They taught him more English and took him in. He became best friends and like a some to an elder of the family who was not only a Pujārī (priest/worshiper or god) but had a gift of fortune telling. He taught Aahil, who had changed his name to Aaban, everything he knew.

Aaban stayed with the gipsy's and the fortune teller until he was 19, then he decided he'd took up enough of their time. They wished him luck on his journeys as he left with new clothes, food, drinks (it wasn't so much water, more like an Indian styled moonshine), and rupee (the currency in India). While traveling, he met a small group of three backpackers, two British and one African. They joked and said that with Aaban taking up the Indian position in their group, all they needed was an American. Hoping to run into at least one American, they went to see a circus.

Aaban was mystified by the circus and how close they all must have been with each other. Knowing he had to find a place he could call home and still travel around and meet new people all the time, while still having friendly faces around, he waited until after the show to ask to join as a Fortune Teller then signed the contract...
Aaban




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FACE CLAIM: Stanley Frank (These JPGs are from his only visual appearance in Leo Herrera's film 'The Fortune Teller: 50 Yrs Of Faggotry In 5 Mins')

So begins...

Aaban's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Amadeo crossed his arms as he returned to New Orleans. Why he was back he didn't know, maybe God was bringing him here. Maybe soon his life would be up. Though, that was a lie, for Amadeo Sombre would never die. He sold his soul to the Devil himself so he could live eternally with his circus. Walking out of his tent, he looked at the early morning mist and dew. The fog was eerie and dangerous. Almost tempting Amadeo to start a performance.

The many carnies he had recruited in his circus seemed to dwindle, but somehow the circus seemed to thrive. He sighed as his thoughts raced back to the young beautiful burlesque girl who was killed. She too tried leaving the circus, though once entered, you could never leave, that was of course, unless you wanted to die.

He grimaced thinking of her soft green eyes. Something so beautiful as her died in a world as cold as his. However tragic her accident may have been, he needed to move on with Cirque du Noir. He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Attention!" He called out to every Carnie passing by. "I have important rules the Circus must follow!" He raised his well tanned muscular hands, as his thick French accent resonated within the trees.

His dark brown eyes glanced at everyone waiting for them to stop and listen to him. Everyone knew Sombre hated rules, so there must have been some reason that he had these rules in place, and there was. To protect his family.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Alina looked up over toward where Sombre was standing, her eyes sparkling. She liked listening to him talk, his accent thick and French, and it reminded her of living at home, where everyone spoke with a slightly different accent. There was a way that he spoke, also, that captivated the young girl. She had never thought she'd be one for the head-over-heals thing, and, though his looks didn't captivate her at all, there was that thing with his voice that almost made her forget what he looked like. Not like Sombre was unattractive, just not her type.
Alina sighed, shaking her head from these thoughts. She couldn't think like this, not about her boss. It wasn't like she actually wanted any of these thoughts to go anywhere, as a matter of fact she didn't want to at all...but she couldn't help them. Alina shrugged, turning away from her elephants, one had just had a baby, and walked toward Sombre through the fog and mist.
She thought about how she'd come here, actually more why than how. She'd come to spite her parents and fallen in love with the lifestyle. Yes, she should probably let them know she isn't dead, but honestly, they probably didn't care. Shrugging her slim shoulders, she had the smallest and youngest elephant follow her. "What's new, bossman?" She asked with a bright smile, stroking the trunk of her elephant follower.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Gackt looked like shit, manly because it was a cold morning and they had just returned to New Orleans. The mist and dew hand his hair wet, but the cold of the morning hard it frozen in place, his skin had gotten even more paled then normal and his lips were now a gray-ash blue color yet some pink showed. Ice crystals hung from his stands of hair and drops of water was on his face. He didn't return to his tent that night, he set out to look around to see his distends that he would go, as always he had to do this. This morning didn't go to well for him with the turn of the cold morning and misty dew.

When he returned he saw Amadeo walking out of his tent, he would have said hello if it wasn't for him feeling so cold he couldn't use his voice, not to mention his body felt frozen and stiff.

"Attention!" Amadeo called out to every Carnie passing by. "I have important rules the Circus must follow!" His raised hand so everyone could see him.

`Rules? Why would he need them?` Gackt was confused beyond all reason as he thought to himself. He build the strength to touch his cold lips with his finger tips and for a long time Gackt froze in place staring off into space. He felt an even colder chill run down his body as his mind thought of reasons why Amadeo would think of setting rules. All he could think was how terrible this probably was and what he wanted more then heat was to leave this place.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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They'd stopped in New Orleans, and Zach was excited. His parents had told him he had relatives in Louisiana, and his grandparents had gone there to visit before. The fog was coming in, some thought it was cold. Zach had been in worse, so he didn't think about it. Then again, he's gotten pneumonia before, blowing off the temperature.

Some had left their tents, but others had never entered them to begin with. He was having a hard time with the temperature. "Fait chaud?" He knew at least Madeleina and Amadeo would get it, if Madeleina was up. "Ayuh, wicked warm out this mornin' ain't it?" He continued on towards Amadeo, he had other plans of what to do. "Attention! I have important rules the Circus must follow!" "And what'd that be?" It probably wasn't too good for Zachary, but his position had him giving authority a bit of a hard time. He loved giving everyone at the circus trouble, but he's honest when he tells them it's a sign of affection.

Alina was by Amadeo, with a small elephant, petting it's trunk. He never knew how to pronounce her name, and the way he talked would probably make it near impossible. "What's new, bossman?" Zachary laughed, it reminded him of Iyaric for some reason. He put an accent briefly, not thinking if anyone would be mad. "Yea, what be movin' on gwaan, bossman?"


After poking a bit of fun with them both, he stood by Amadeo. He had moved on from the petty joke, searching for another one to make. It was almost an addiction for him. "Ey, they're all still sleepin'." With a sigh, he briefly paused. "See, you're doin it wrong. What're you awl standin' fah? Get ova heyah!" He doubted that anyone would listen to him, he still had no clue who liked him and who hated him. But, if they heard him and they liked him, they'd come out to see him. If they hated him, they'd come out to see him screw up. Win a win He wasn't going to worry whether the rest of them came, he was more worried if Amadeo would accept what he'd just done.

(OOC: What's that at the bottom of that picture? Just Jared? "Well, let me tell ya, I'd be pretty happy if I had her all to myself." Hey, maybe that's my birthday present! ;) )

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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ImageSamus was sitting under his hammock with Tigger, smiling happily as he watched everyone bustling about. He hugged Tigger tightly and stood up, the mist and fog not dampening his mood at all. He grinned cheerfully and walked towards the others, wishing a happy good morning to everyone. He looked up at the sky, and closed his eyes. He stuck out his tongue, catching some of the drizzle on his tongue. Tigger did so as well, but got a drop in his eye on accident instead, and flinched. Samus laughed at his expression as Tigger shook himself, and hugged his best friend.

Samus had been thinking lately about the fire that had forced them to move, and had been trying not to worry about it. It had been a close call for him just like the last time he'd been in a fire, and it had scared him. He hated being scared, so he'd kept himself busy by cheering up some children standing by by letting them hug Tigger. He always cheered up when he made others happy. He smiled, shook it off mentally and looked towards Amadeo, and tilted his head like a playful puppy. "Rules? But you hate rules!" He was puzzled, but kept a wide grin on his face, his breath showing in the cold air like a dragon's smoke.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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((You didn't see a thing....*does thing with the hands* sorry though, it double posted, ignore this))

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Aaban

ImageAaban had slept good that first night in New Orleans. He's heard stories of the New Orleans and there parties and food. Aaban was hoping to experience it some, though he doubt he would. He rather spend him time in his orangeish-brown tent intoxicating himself then out and about people that will judge his looks.

Ignoring these thoughts, Aaban went back to his intoxication. He had his sage burning as he sat on a purple and golden stitched pillow in the middle of his tent. The sage a fog of white smoke fill the tent as he let it consume him. Putting him in a trance of sorts as he meditated. The smoke filling his lunges through his nose and leaving through his mouth. In, out. He breathed, completely enjoying his peace. That was around the time he heard voices. It sounded like Amadeo wanting to give rules? Nahīṁ, vaha Amadeo nahīṁ kiyā jā sakatā.(1) Aaban thought, going back to his meditation. Then he heard more voices and decided he might as well check it out.

Standing up from his pillow, he slowly made his way to the front of his tent, his eyes holding a look of intrigued wonder. Not for him though, for whom ever shall make eye contact Indian hazel eyes contrasted with his tanned skin. He slowly but wonderfully opened the flaps of his tent, the sage smoke flowing out as he stepped out of the tent. The cold didn't even faze him as he made his way to stand in front of Amadeo, his arms crossed in his signature genie pose with his brow slightly frowned and confusion hinted on his face.



Tanslations

(1) Nahīṁ, vaha Amadeo nahīṁ kiyā jā sakatā. - No, that can't be Amadeo.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Madeleina Jenette Auzenne was sat quietly within the warm confines of her tent, thinking, and braiding strips of leather together to create a new whip. She had chosen a ribbon of crimson to add to the weaving, and she was half done, and pleased with her work. When she used it, it would flash red in the subtle half light of the ring, and the thought pleased her. It was repetitive, and almost dull, but she found the monotonous creation of the whip to be somewhat therapeutic. So...they were back in New Orleans. Of course, she had been with Amadeo when the circus was last here, but she remembered it as being a long, long time ago. She remembered the parties, and the food, and the fine wine most of all, and she knew it was not quite a bad thing that their boss had taken them here again. Madeleina shifted a little in her seat. It was little more than a camping chair, but she had swathed it in furs, so she sat enthroned in it like a queen. The lion that curled around her feet like any domestic house cat also generated a lot of heat, which was more than pleasant due to the frigid weather outside. For a moment, she pause in her work and looked from the window.

ImageShe had four lions - two males and two females - however one of the females was heavily pregnant. Madeleina had purposefully allowed this, as she had sadly admitted to herself that Leeu, her eldest female lion, wouldn't be able to perform her routine well for much longer. It meant that her two males, Maliki and Hodari, would have to take up the slack. Malikia, her queen, was the pregnant female, and was the big cat that she currently had curled around her feet. With a fond smile, Madeleina reached down to run a hand through the animals fur. Malikia would give birth to a strong cub, brave and playful, just like its parents. She sighed contentedly, and reached over to the side table next to her to have a sip of the warmed red wine beside her. Life was good. It was then that Madeleina's green hues were drawn to a bit of a commotion outside. She saw her boss, Amadeo, and rose a brow. His voice traveled far, but the canvas of her tent muffled the sound of his message. And then, slowly, she saw other carnies approaching.

There was Alina, her eyes bright and wide and full of puppy dog hope as she stared up at Amadeo. She had always been fond of that girl. She appreciated her ability to take things lightly, and that was important around here. And then, Madeleina saw Gackt. The snakeman was young, but somehow Madeleina felt that he always knew more than he said. She liked that in a person. And with a small smile, she saw how poorly he coped in the cold weather. He stood, stock still, as though unable to move. With an amused sigh, Madeleina stood and donned a thick fur coat to keep herself warm, and drew the hood up. Picking up a blanket for Gackt, her lion then lifted her head curiously.

"Hush, my queen. I'll be back soon. Stay here, where it's warm"

Madeleina's softly murmured words were reassurance to the cat, who looked at her with trusting eyes before retreating to a far corner of the tent, and curling up to get some good, proper sleep. And then, lifting the flap of the tent, Madeleina walked out to see what all the fuss was about. She saw others were emerging too - Aaban, Zach, Samus - but moved to Gackt. She offered him a quick grin as she tucked her blanket about his shoulders. "Come on, Gackt, you know better than to just stand in the cold," She told him in her thick, French accent. Madeleina patted his shoulder a couple of times, waited for him to warm up, and then moved to stand by Armadeo.

She heard the mutters of 'rules' and felt a thrill of something that might have been fear. So, Amadeo was laying some rules down. Their situation must be worse than she thought. Madeleina moved to stand at Amadeo's shoulder, and placed a gloved hand against his arm. She spoke in a voice that was only for him, trusting that she knew the man well, as one of the carnies that had been with him the longest. "Amadeo, darling...What's going on?" The King of Carnies was tense, and she stood by him as she waited for something to happen.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Gackt snapped out of his frozen state the moment he felt something go onto his shoulders. He blinked, but didn't move his hand from his lips. His breath never showed, his body was cold from the inside out.

"It changed all of a sudden. I dressed warm, but I didn't expect the mist with it." His words were careful as he spoke slowly, he slowly glanced at Madeleina's eyes, and nowhere else. The pupil in his eyes shifted into a snake's eyes pupil. His eye color also shifted around with it.

He was very good with eye contact, though he hardly speaks much, he always shows he is paying attention, just by his eyes. Gackt was also good at sensing peoples auroras. He read it like an open book.

Gacht's lips parted as Madeleina asked Amadeo what was going on "Amadeo, darling...What's going on?"

And Gacht looked back at Amadeo as if he already could read him. The first words that Gackt spoke today and it was through frozen lips, he could taste the mist on his tongue and it tasted of old woods in his opinion anyways.

`If the curse doesn't kill me someday, then the cold will.` He thought to himself as he moved his hand from his lip and into his cotton feel jacket. It wasn't enough though. Any normal human would be just fine with a sweater, but not him, he felt like it was 30 below out. His hair started to turn white and more ice was covering it slowly. If it's this cold it means winter is coming close. Which means he will be at his weakest and will sleep ALOT and no matter what anyone does, you can't wake him or get him to do anything.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Rules? "You mean besides having fun?" he asked with a smile, shuffling cards between his hands. The other performers around him were also asking questions, wondering what was going on, what he meant by rules. Zach was goofing around, as usual. He was a clown, though. Perfect excuse. He grinned widely at the accent.

Peter himself wasn't a huge fan of rules, but he did respect them. There were, after all, some rules to illusions. Things you had to follow. Misdirection, sleight of hand, there were rules and guidelines for those that if you didn't follow, wouldn't make the trick work.

Growing somewhat impatient after minutes went by, he said loudly, "Yo, yo, yo! Just tell us already! I got things to do!" Not that that was entirely true....or entirely untrue.... "We can just tell the people who ain't here what the new rules are."

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Fire. The very mention of the element sprung to mind a destructive force, a blistering heat, that consumes whatever stands in it’s path. Or, perhaps to some, the image of warmth and wary caution that filled one’s being as they sat around a campfire, charring marshmallows with ash. But to Alodia Quinn, a fire dancer, the dangerous substance was her whole life, her friend.. her profession. It relaxed and comforted her, not making her fearful or dreadful.. unlike most other humans. Even now as she sat amongst the silken pillows scattered about on the tent floor, even now as she began to strike a match against the grated side of the cardboard container, even now as she watched the birth of a new flame; fear did not flicker within her core. On the contrary, Alodia almost felt exalted at the hypnotizing sight of wavering orange. Almost as if she didn’t want to harm the small fire, a tapered finger gently reached up to stroke the top of the struggling light. Like a newborn kit lapping at it’s mother’s fur, the growing flame lightly licked at the pad of Alodia’s finger, not a trace of pain making it’s presence known. However, just as she was about to toy with the fire a bit more, the Ring Master’s voice rang out sharply. "Attention!" I have important rules the Circus must follow!". Giving a small tch of annoyance, the fire dancer raised the match up to her mouth before closing her lips around the small flame. Feeling it extinguish completely, Alodia quickly pocketed the box of matches and made her way through the tent flap.


It was cold, there wasn’t a doubt about that. Yet, despite the outfit the fire-dancer wore, there wasn’t even the slightest sign of a tremble, of a shiver or a shudder. Instead, Alodia merely crossed her arms before sending a glance around at the gathered group of the carnies. A twinge inside of her felt annoyed at being interrupted, another twinge in her felt pity for some of the shivering members (namely Gackt), and yet, perhaps the most peculiar twinge in her, felt out-of-place. Giving an internal sigh, the ex-model unconsciously shuffled towards the outer edges of the circle to put distance between herself and the other carnies.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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ImageDeclan was in a complete circle, his face toward the ground in front of his tent and his hands wrapped around his ankles from behind, relishing the feeling of his muscles stretching. Out of almost nowhere, Amadeo announced,"Attention! I have important rules the Circus must follow!" Declan furrowed his thick, dark eyebrows and unbent himself at Amadeo's talk of rules. In the short time he had been with the circus, he had heard very minimal talk of rules, but, as far as he could tell, the ringmaster always had a reason for the things he did. His heartbeat slowed from its exercise as he walked closer to where Amadeo was standing. Starting to feel the cold and wet nipping at the bare skin of his chest, he folded his arms over it in a half-assed attempt to keep warm.

Declan looked around, watching the reactions of the other carnies in order to respond appropriately. Unable to reach a generally consuming action, he silently turned his attention to the man addressing them.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Image Scarlet had gotten up early, before it was misty out and instead but extremely dewy. This morning had been her first attempt at waking up early, and she had decided on running for the morning. It wasn't like she thought it was necessary to wake up early, but she was sick of sleeping through important things. Scarlet had been using the set of tents as a track of sorts, and for the past hour, she'd been running laps around their whole set up. At the end of the hour, panting and sweating, she sat down against a random tent to take a quick break. She was freezing, only wearing a sports bra and leggings, and there was hardly anyone awake.

Shivering, she pulled her legs up under her chin, linking her hands around the front, and closing her eyes, trying to conserve heat.

It wasn't until she was waking up that she had realized she was asleep. It wasn't the sound of Amadeo's voice that woke her up, actually the sound of Declan getting up. It turned out she was asleep against his tent, although she wasn't aware of it before hand. She heard the end of what Amadeo said, and seemed to be the only one shocked that there were rules. But she knew there were, and always had been, and having started the circus as a child, it was no shock to her. At all.

Scarlet put her legs out straight in front of her, tilting her back to the side to crack it, then doing the same to her legs and feet. She stood up slowly, popping her arm out of the socket, then putting it back in while listening to everyone's reactions. Walking closer to the group, she observed everyone, coming to a stop next to Declan, training her eyes back on Amadeo.

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Character Portrait: Madeleina Jenette Auzenne Character Portrait: Alina Vinokurov Character Portrait: Amadeo Sombre Character Portrait: Scarlet Jackson Character Portrait: Alodia Quinn Character Portrait: Gackt Character Portrait: Aaban Character Portrait: Zachary "Chucklenuts" Younger Character Portrait: Katalina Rose Character Portrait: Peter Elliot Character Portrait: Samus O'Meridan Character Portrait: Declan Johns

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Amadeo grimaced as more and more people started coming out of their tents. Then there was Chucklenuts the clown. He gave the younger boy a sharp glance before speaking slighty through his teeth. "Mind your place Clown." It wasn't to insult or even sound harsh, the tone just made it clear that the Clown had clearly annoyed Amadeo. Something he didn't like. He was already annoyed with having these lame rules. Everyone had questions about Amadeo's rules. Some seemed suprised, some annoyed, and some just seemed like they knew it was coming.

His hazel eyes caught Alina and he smiled, and nodded his head. He would have to speak to the members personally it seemed. Made sure everyone was allright, and no one was backing out. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes, opening his mouth he started to speak the rules when he felt one of his older friends hand on his shoulder. Her accent French, suited her better than him, so he thought. A smirk appeared on his lips as he opened his eyes. Turning to her he'd speak in his native tongue. "Nous ne sommes pas aussi sûr que vous pouvez penser. Il ya des problèmes autour, les flics, ils n'oublient pas. Comme je n'oublie pas. Nouvelle-Orléans est aussi proche de la maison que je peux être, car je suis interdit de vivre en France plus, c'est pourquoi nous revenons. Home est quelque chose me manque beaucoup. Je veux que nous soyons sûrs au sein de cette ville." He'd turn back to the crowd before muttering under his breath to Madeleina, "Comment est-ce lionne enceinte de la vôtre?" Though her answers would have to come later, as bowed to the crowd once more. He felt a hint of guilt for the snake charmer, but this was important.

"Rules are a must in this city.
1.) Do not socialize with the people around here.
2.) Report all suspicious activity to me.
3.) Do not leave circus grounds unless you have permission by me.
4.) Do NOT talk to cops or reporters. "

He bowed his head once more and nodded everyone off. "That is all, you may return to your activities of the day. We preform tomorrow."

He gave a small yawn, the early morning made him a tad tired, but he must attend to his duties as the Master of the Ring. He would look over at the young Alina and wave her over. "Might I be able to spare a minute of your eternal life?" He asked almost in a joking manner.










Translations:
We are not as safe as you may think. There is trouble around, the cops, they do not forget. As do I not forget. New Orleans is as close to home as I can be, for I am forbidden to live in France anymore, it is why we come back. Home is something I miss dearly. I want us to be safe among this city.

How is that pregnant lioness of yours?

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Aaban

After most of the carnies made their way out to see what these 'rules' Amadeo had talked about, Amdeo finally began telling the rules. "Anta mēṁ."(1) Aaban said quietly to himself as Amadeo started. He still wasn't feeling the could, but he still had his arms crossed across his chest, legs parted to the width of his shoulder, and his brows drawn down slightly, in his all full out genie pose. Even his clothes were much like that he wore for fortune telling, altogether with the baggy pants that were held up and tied just below his knee and the matching vest as well as a matching turban, taking on the traditional genie-fortune teller that everyone loves for whatever reason.

Aaban listened intently and carefully to the rules Amadeo laid down, knowing it must be important. "Rules are a must in this city." Amadeo started. Yaha mahatvapūrṇa hōnā cāhi'ē.(2) Aaban thought before Amadeo continued. "1.) Do not socialize with the people around here." Prasidgha.(3) "2.) Report all suspicious activity to me." Sandēhāspada gatividhi?(4) "3.) Do not leave circus grounds unless you have permission by me. 4.) Do NOT talk to cops or reporters." Mujhē lagatā hai ki sabhī kē sātha acchā hūm.(5) Aaban thought, making notes of each rule and he noticed he really didn't need to change anything he did. He never really socialized with anyone, but a few of the carnies. Even that though, he was more of the mysterious fortune teller and story teller, man did he have a lot of stories.

Amadeo bowed before saying "That is all, you may return to your activities of the day. We preform tomorrow." Aaban gave a quick nod before turning to retreat to his tent. He was now happy, though it wasn't noticeable, that he wouldn't need to clear the smoke out of his tent until tomorrow. That meant more time for him to imerge himself into a state of awe. Plus, he'd have more time to get his special incense ready that gives off a thinner smoke that's harder to detect. A.K.A, the incense he uses when doing fortunes. Plus, he still needed to get the fortune table set up along with his crystal ball, playing cards, tarot cards, and bag of bones. But, he'll save that for later.

Opening the flaps of his tent, the smoke from the sage that was building up flew out in big gusts and mixed with the fog. Aaban breathed some in through his nose and blew it out his mouth in rings that got bigger and disappeared as it flew up in the sky. This made Aaban smile. Smoke, to him, was just so calming. Especially engulfing smoke, that was the best. He stepped into the tent, letting the flaps close behind him, stopping the flow of smoke to small streams that flew out the cracks. He breathed in deep as he went through his tent and started setting up the fortune table over in the corner. It was just a round wooden table with two wooden chairs around it right across from each other. He put a purple velvet with a red and gold dragon and flower pattern of the table before doing the same for the chairs. After which, he put a pillow in the seat of each chair that was also covered in a velvet. After that, he sat his crystal ball in the middle of the table along with his tarot cards, playing cards, bag of bones, and incense. After he finished that, he let another sage before going and sitting back on his pillow in the middle of the tent and closing his eyes and breathing. Being put in a state of sleep while awake, the only way to describe it.



Tanslations

(1) Anta mēṁ. - Finally.
(2) Yaha mahatvapūrṇa hōnā cāhi'ē. - This must be important.
(3) Prasidgha. - Noted.
(4) Sandēhāspada gatividhi? - Suspicious activity?
(5) Mujhē lagatā hai ki sabhī kē sātha acchā hūm. - I'm good with all that.

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