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The Illegal Generation

The Tent


a part of The Illegal Generation, by MuteEcho.

Daize's Circus tent

MuteEcho holds sovereignty over The Tent, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Daize's circus tent where she performs her acrobatics and fire breathing for children of Project 21.
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The Tent

Daize's Circus tent


The Tent is a part of Project21.


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“Two steps right, three steps, back, turn. Rise and fly!~” A girl moved gracefully and lithely, allowing her body to sway in the direction she told her mind. Her precision was perfect not a movement off point. She followed the dance to the music she played in her head. She raised her arms above her and circled them around each other as if she were telling a story with her movements. It was a sort of ballet, and she was the star ballerina. She raised one leg above her head, showing off her amazing flexibility. Then she took a step forward, tiny baby steps, one after another.

Her black hair was tied and twisted up into a bun and pinned there to keep it out of her pale face as she spun and danced. She moved to stand on tip toe; aligning her feet precisely on the correct spot of area, never once did she wobble. She wore pure white clothing, adorned with many colorful ribbons. It was designed to catch the eye of her viewers. She turned her head, as if it were a part of her dance and waved an arm in a circle bowing low and standing up on tiptoe once again.

Her hands crossed over her painted white face, she swayed her hips to the music that she could hear. The show was going to be perfect as she danced lightly forward, bowing and turning dipping and raising her arms. She reached higher and higher as if she could fly. Her blue orbs opened and sparkled with delight as she continued to reach. It was if she could touch the sky. And then…

A high pitched beep threw off the tempo, the music screeched to a halt, and everything came crashing down. The ballerina fell, dropping and cutting through the air. Her hands desperately pried for the dream that she was being pulled from by the force of gravity. It was over…for the pierrot.

Daize hit the soft pillow-like mesh net set up underneath the tightrope that she had been elegantly walking across. The young trapeze artist slipped her arm from the large white sleeve and looked at the offending thing on her arm. Its lights flashed and flickered, emitting a high-pitched sound. She rolled over with a sigh as the lights of the scanner hovered over the red and white striped tent.

”Aww, No fair! I didn’t even get to reach the other side this time. " She crossed her arms across her chest childishly as the scanner passed over her and the bracelet on her wrist went back to its cool empty gray color. It was so plain and didn’t match well with her outfit, which always sparkled with color. She liked things that stood out, that were amazing. Really anything that could attract a sight.

She turned her head towards the empty stands, imagining children sitting there and watching a marvelous show. But, there was no longer a show. The ringmaster was long gone all that remained was a lonely pierrot girl who couldn’t even fly. Saddened, Daize raised a hand and rubbed at the white makeup. It came off easily revealing her true face. She kicked her legs then flipped them over the side of the net and her body followed as she expertly flung herself off it. She cart wheeled once and landed in perfect balance in the exact center of the tent.

From there she proceeded to go to the opening that had been ripped in it by a storm. Through the thread strands she could vaguely see a large warehouse in the distance and in the other direction a tower, of which had a giant toy room at the top.
Pressing her fingertips into her cheeks she slipped from the tent and glanced at the sky.

“Because of you, the circus never comes to town anymore” she said.