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Julian, the wolf boy, yapped and ran over to her, grinning.
"Hey there," she said. While the figure, Mimic, didn't technically have a gender, she was typically considered to be female due to her behavior. Even her voice was gender-ambiguous.
Mimic didn't really eat food, not having a mouth to do so, but she would take her food and give it to the others. Hence, why Julian liked her so much.
"Food?" Julian asked.
The corners of Mimic's mask went up, something akin to a smile, and she held out some food for Julian. Julian snatched it cheerfully.
"How are you?" Mimic asked.
"Food," Julian replied casually, taking off a piece of the food and eating it.
Mimic laughed. "I see," she said.
Julian was used to getting more food, because he had a fast metabolism, thanks to being a werewolf.
Mimic sat by Julian. She looked out, struggling to see through the film of white that permanently covered her eyes, which were located at the bottom of her head. Or so she estimated.
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Muse drew the dark diamond shapes around her eyes before replacing the mirror, beginning to absent-minded polish the watch. She guarded the pocket watch very carefully. While a hypnotist by trade, she was no good without a focus for it, and the watch provided that much-needed focus. She had no idea what she could do without access to it.
Muse began to wander along the old cages, deciding she should probably hunt down the rabble with plenty of time before the start of the night's show. The cages had been around since the last animal had died, and many were unused...although they were a handy threat at some time. A few also served as housing for performer,s with a few alterations. She stepped around the corner, adjusting her hair and sighing.
"Right,nearly show time..."
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Scratching himself he blinked the sleep away from his eyes and stared out into the morning air.
Picking up a pail of apples he marched along contentedly devouring each in one or two bites saving a few for his friend Julian.
Strolling over to the animal cages he spotted Muse bustling about getting ready for the show, well she always scared Tio with her spooky facepaint. Tio was content to give her a wide berth.
He spotted Mimic and Julian moments later and joyfully ran over(scattering only a few angry workers) to challenge him to a wrestling match and share his apples.
Roaring his hello through the crisp morning air he startled Mimic but excited Julian by presenting him with the apples.
"I brought you a-a-a-apples Juh-juh....JULIAN!!!"
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Standing up with the wolfboy hanging off the back of his shirt Tio crossed his arms and hung his head kicking at the dirt solemnly.
Sighing Tio stooped and gathered up the apples sticking them over his shoulder for Julian to grab. Lifting the boy down he patted him fondly and sat down to wait for the show.
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Muse approached the small assembled group, snapping the cage door open without much of a word to allow Julian out.
"Any messing around from you wolf-boy and you'll be straight back in there." she stated sternly.
"Actually that goes to any of you that act up today...I'm really not in the mood to have to deal with it. I'll cease rations until the end of the week for the lot of you if you misbehave..." she muttered. Muse was clearly not in a good mood...either that or she was feeling a little intimidated by the collection of them together.
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Julian nodded with a whine. Julian took a few apples to give to the others.
"Is anyone sick, Muse?" Mimic asked. She wondered if she'd have to take anyone's place at the show tonight.
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"S-s-show startin so-sou-soon?"
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The eyes were painted slits, arched to show jubilee. The smile it donned was too animated, turned up too far at the corners and showed razor sharp teeth. The cheeks were drastically pink, offsetting his hair which was a bright scarlet.
There were only a handful of people he had showed his real face to, and none of them belonged to this troupe.
Sugar always ate on his own. His diet was rather different than an average human diet (for he was not, in fact, human), consisting only of raw, bloody meat- any species would do.
He mumbled a "good morning" to everyone, taking a place among the troupe.
Sugar had traveled with many different circuses in his long lifetime, and honestly, this was the most colorful one. These people were more than just acts- getting up on the stage, they showed their real selves.
Hard to find in the modern day freak circus.
Even though Sugar rarely took opinions on people, or really shared bonds with them, he liked this troupe and was happy to be a part of it.
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"Yes, we'll be starting soon, so you should start getting your costumes on, and applying your make-up." she stated, setting out some make-up, cheap face paint really, but then they weren;t going to waste anything expensive on the rabble.
"Get yourselves ready....and where on earth has Edie gotten to? She's not supposed to be wandering around.."
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1) Shot by a cannon.
2) "Mauled" by bears.
3) Dropped onto a bed of spikes.
and last but not least
4) Acting as main support for various acrobatic acts requiring balance which usually entailed him holding up a various large platforms or multiple people.
Joining on the hunt for Edie, Tio wandered aimlessly until a simple solution came to his head.
Gingerly craning his neck Tio looked up searching the many ropes and contraptions that stood even higher than him.
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