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Evangeline Davis

"Even on the worst day, there is opportunity for joy."

0 · 374 views · located in Hallowbrook, Illinois 1925

a character in “Torture Circus”, as played by slcam

Description

Evangeline Davis: Evie, 17, Female, Heterosexual, Human, Main.


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{Appearance}
Evie is quite plain, with few striking features. She is usually overlooked, and her humble nature only increases that effect. Her light auburn hair is the only thing that ever makes her stand out. With her light, blue-grey eyes and fair complexion, her bright hair makes her seem paler than she is. She has an oblong, almost rounded, face, which makes her forehead and chin seem longer. Evie has a long, straight nose over thin, pale lips. Her round, upturned eyes give her an innocent, doe-like expression. She is about normal height, standing at about 5'2.

Evie usually wears a long, dingy white sleeveless dress that goes down to her mid-calf. On all but the hottest of days, she wears a tan, button-up knit sweater over her dress. Though she would rather go barefoot, she wears black, heavily scuffed shoes when necessary. Her clothing is frequently dirty since she often falls. By far, her most distinguishing piece of clothing is a blue fedora-style hat. The hat has a white lace band tied in a bow at the side. This, along with a small golden locket, was given to her by her grandmother before she died.

{Personality}
Evie is a terribly compassionate person, terribly because she feels compassion for everyone and everything. She cries easily at the sight of anyone hurt and will help and comfort them as much as possible. She can sometimes restrain herself, but she is very tenderhearted. She can be somewhat shy and will not intentionally call attention to herself. She not only does not enjoy any sort of praise or attention, but she also does not feel worthy of it. This does not mean that she would be unwilling to assist, but she is happier with being unnoticed.

Though Evie is usually quiet, she will slowly become more talkative as she gets to know and to become more comfortable around someone. If she feels comfortable, she often teases her friends in a kind manner. Evie generally has an extremely optimistic attitude toward others and life, but a low self-esteem. She will always think of others as better than she is, no matter whom. In every situation, she tries to find something good.
Evie is terribly clumsy and will often fall or bump into things. She is somewhat flexible, so it is rare for her to get more than cuts and bruises, and she has never broken a bone. Even when she does injure herself, she will rarely mention it because she does not want to bother others. She will stumble more often when she is tired or nervous, but the more determined or calm she is, the more graceful she seems to move.

{Likes} {Dislikes}
o The color blue. Hot summer days x
o Animals Pain, whether emotional or physical.x
o CalmAttentionx
o Yogurt Hate and rejection.x
o The Woods Spicy foodx

{Quirks} {Fears}
% Due to her hair skin, she blushes frequently, whether embarrassed or not. That someone she loves may be hurt because of her.@
% She will often blank out and stare, and usually she stares at someone without realizing. Screaming, and other loud noises. @
% When she falls, she rarely makes any noise and acts like it never happened after. Being watched by someone with evil intentions. @

{Skills}
# She is a great cook and can make some meal from whatever is available.
# With her innocent looks and personality, most people trust and like her easily and want to help her.
# She is a surprisingly good liar, but only if she feels lying is completely necessary.

{Biography}
Evie was born and raised in a small community that used to be a farming community, but is now centered around a factory. Evie’s mother and father had three children, including her, before her father left for World War I when Evie was only five years old. When her mother found out she was pregnant again, things were difficult for them. Since it was a difficult pregnancy, and Evie’s mother was often sick, Evie started taking more and more responsibilities at a tender age until she was practically running the household. Her mother never took over again after she had her fourth child, always claiming she was too tired or did not feel well.

However, in 1919 when the war was ending, they received notice that Evie’s father had died. After this, her mother became harsh and devoid of hope. She began scolding and punishing her children, and especially clumsy Evie, for the smallest offenses. After Evie turned fourteen, her mother would complain that she had too many mouths to feed and continually told Evie she was worthless and clumsy. She would often taunt, scold, and beat Evie until she cried. She would also often hint that Evie should go get a job, but Evie never had the time because of extensive chores without any significant free time. The only place Evie could feel calm was in the woods, and he would be in the woods as often as possible.

On Evie’s seventeenth birthday, with the coercion of her friends, she took a day off from chores and went to the circus in a nearby town. While traveling to the fair, she wondered if she could join and run away from her tyrannical mother forever, but did not have any idea what she could contribute to a circus. Thus, she arrived at the Torture Circus with thoughts of running away fresh in her mind.

{Relationships}

Tba

So begins...

Evangeline Davis's Story

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The cool morning air was refreshing, carrying the gentle scents of a recent rain. Small mud puddles dotted the country road, but the increasing heat of the day made it clear that the mud would be gone by the afternoon. As the sun rose, each color seemed to grow more vivid, the morning dew twinkling in the light. A small, feminine figure briskly trotted down the road at a pace that could barely be called a walk, giving each puddle a overly wide berth. Slowly, the road became more crowded as the woman approached a small town. Her pace slowed as she quietly took in the surroundings. The town was small, with a few buildings lining a main street, a train station, and post office, and a factory. A dilapidated sign near the factory read, "Temperance, Illinois" in faded white letters. A half dozen houses branched off of the main street, with about thirty or so more scattered about the countryside.

Evie became more nervous as she neared the train station. Her fingers were drawn to her pocket once more as she felt the money for the train ticket and the circus fare. She had been saving as much money as she could for more than a year, and she kept feeling uncertain that she would have enough, though she had carefully counted it several times. Arriving at the train station, which was just a small two-room building with a platform for boarding, she shyly peered through the crowd already gathering for the next train. In reality, there were only about seven or eight people, but it seemed rather packed to Evie. She hurried over to the counter, hesitating a moment before asking for a two-way ticket to Hallowbrook. A blush colored her face as she handed the man behind the counter some money, and she watched with apprehension as he counted it. Without a second glance, the man handed her a ticket and told her the train would arrive in about twenty minutes.

Evie went out to the platform and sat on one of the wooden benches, watching nervously for their arrival. It was their idea to go to the circus after all. Even though Evie had always wanted to go to a circus, it took a lot of convincing to get her to come. She was still worried that her mother would drag her back home when she figured out Evie had left with her chores undone. She hated not doing them, but she couldn't go to the circus if she had. Moments later, Jack showed up, to Evie's relief. However, he seemed to be having some trouble getting his ticket, and the police man came over. Though Evie presumed he was coming to help Jack, the policeman immediately began pushing him. Evie watched in horror as the man grabbed Jack by the collar, not only because of that, but also the glimpse she got of Jack's hand in the man's pocket. She carefully watched the policeman's face, hoping he wouldn't notice. The man let Jack go, and Evie scooted over to make room for Jack to sit. She waited for him to start the conversation, but responded with a gently scolding tone in her voice. "Now why did you have to go and do that? You're lucky that bull didn't notice your little caper. That gave me the heebie-jeebies, I thought you would get caught for sure!" There was genuine concern in her eyes as she spoke, but there was also a weariness that said they had this conversation many times before.

Evie became concerned when she caught sight of the train before Avalin had arrived. Hopefully she wouldn't come too late. The train arrived in the station, and after a few moments the final boarding call sounded. Finally, Avalin arrived and hastily boarded the train and joined them, and they took the last few open seats on the car. Evie smiled at her two friends, finally beginning to relax when the train ground into motion. Evie had only been on a train a few times before, but she enjoyed it. Though the trio talked for a while, Evie soon dropped off, content just to listen and comment every once in a while.

Soon, however, her thoughts turned to her mother and her home once again. She dreaded returning after a day of neglecting her chores. Everyone would be cranky and her mother would probably berate and beat her. Her thoughts quickly turned from the depressing subject as she stared at the landscape quickly passing them by. She began to wonder what the circus would be like. What unimaginable wonders would await her there? Suddenly, a thought came to her. What if she just joined the circus? She wouldn't have to go home ever again, and she could see the world. Her cheeks began to flush with excitement as she imagined what adventures she could have. Then she began to wonder what exactly she could do at a circus. She had almost no sense of balance, so she could not be a tightrope walker or a uni-cyclist. She was not nearly flexible enough to be a contortionist. The idea of swallowing swords made her feel queasy. Joining the circus was beginning to sound less and less practical.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. Since the circus was set up just outside the town, it only took a short walk before they arrived. Evie smiled at her friends as she bought the admission ticket and hurried in. Taking a couple steps toward the main tent, she immediately tripped and fell to her knees, feeling somebody stumble over her and walk past with a murmured curse. She yelled an apology to the man's retreating form before standing and brushing her dress off. She gave an embarrassed nod to Jack, who helped her brush off the dust. Mostly unfazed, she motioned to her friends and continued on, pausing a moment to watch a man who seemed to be flying on a piece of wood. Excitedly, she realized that this circus, the Torture Circus, also had mutants! This just could not get better. She made some comments on these things, but as she came closer to the tent, the name began to bother her. Why the Torture Circus?

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Another fresh coat of mud clung to Jack's shoes with each puddle that he trudged through. He sniffled in vain to clear his stuffy nose and yawned. A result of staying up most of the night trying to 'scrounge' up enough money for the train ticket, circus, and...a pair of new shoes, or risk getting an ear full from his mother when he gets back home. Then again he wouldn't have to worry about that for a good few hours. Where he was heading would be the closest thing to a real retreat from familial issues and that was something that a teen like him needed. He looked at his now fairly ruined shoes as he walked towards the train station. He didn't really like this pair anyways. They always squished his feet a few hours into wearing them. In a way the moisture from the mud was doing him a favor by granting more give in the materials that they were made from.

He pulled his hat from his head and scratches at the annoying itch that nagged at his scalp. His locks of dreaded hair fell over his face and neck like an old mop that fell onto his head. If he didn't decide at the last minute that he wasn't going to use his savings to pay for the day's trip he wouldn't have wasted so much time caught up in thought when he could have let the top of his head breath for more than a few minutes before he would have to stuff his hair back into his hat. Sure he could just let it down today, then again he didn't like being stared at. Not when he still wasn't exactly sure that he had enough money for everything. It was just another thing that he could avoid worrying about. Having to endure a sweaty head for a while bothered him none compared to unwanted attention. He naturally attracted it enough as it was already. Sometimes it was to his advantage. Right now, having a pocket full of waded up money wasn't something that he wanted discovered.

Getting the train ticket was easy. Only pulling enough money to pay for it without several others falling out onto the floor. The man behind the counter looks down he disappears underneath the counter to pick up the crumpled up bills. He shoots a look at a passing officer. There was no real need for security. Not consistently anyways since there wasn't much trouble that could be caused there. Occasionally police still made their rounds since the station was still part of the city. The officer practically shoved Jack before he could stand up completely. He was quick to jump back up, refraining from pushing back once he saw who it was. The officer grabbed onto the collar of Jack's shirt and stared him down. Jack waited a few moments before breaking the silence. "...can, I get my ticket?"

The officer smiles, reaches down and picks up the cash Jack didn't have time to recover. "This is quite a bit for a boy like you to have." Jack slips from the cop's grip and fixes his shirt.

"I've been saving up all year sir...the circus is in town." Jack doesn't break his eyes away when he sets his hand palm up on the counter. "I just want to get my ticket. Its already paid for." The officer allows Jack to take the train ticket but pockets the money and returns to duty.

He lost a chunk of his money, but he managed to get his ticket as well as the cop's wallet which he pocketed when he was grabbed. There were too many people looking so he would have to behave himself and keep his hands in his pockets for a while.

Giving Evie a tight-lipped smile he sat down next to her when she scooted over. She most likely didn't notice him grabbing the wallet but it was only a guess. "I guess it could have been worse. I think there's still enough to get through the day." He wasn't all that committed to his words. Couldn't quite stop worrying about his parents back at the brewery. He just hoped that he would never come home to police raiding and arresting them. His attention is brought back when the train and Avalin arrives.

The trip felt like a blur by the time they had reached the circus. By the time he bought his ticket and walked in he noticed that Evie had tripped and fell. Jack rushed over to help her up but not before bumping shoulders with the person who tripped over her. It didn't matter if Evie was at fault or the fact that the other person wasn't watching where they were going. Jack helped Evie brush herself off with his hat before replacing his hat. He heard her mentioning something about someone being in the air. When he looked up however he didn't see anything. He hoped that the day would pick up. He noticed that she was looking at the sign.

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Avalin Seranu


“Did you remember to wash the dishes?” A rather flat voice called out harshly to the girl who stood kneeling on the floor, rubbing voraciously at it. “Yes, ma.” She replied with stretched patience. “Well, don’t forget to do the cabinets and pantry. I’m expecting it done within the next hour.” It was still spoken in the harsh, uncaring tone. However, at the mention of time, Avon’s head suddenly shot up. She smacked her forehead, a very surprised expression on her face. “Oh no, I completely forgot! How could I possibly forget that the train- I gotta go, ma!” The child babbled on, quickly dropping what she was holding and dusting off her trousers, zooming past the room where her mother was seated. “What!? You’re not going anywhere until you get those chores-“ The girl quickly cut her off. “Bye mother, I gotta go or I’ll completely miss my chance! I’ll do them later, plus more, promise!” The woman couldn’t respond or get up to grab her child’s arm in time before she darted out of the door. A very furious expression alighted on her strained face.

Avalin let out a loud sigh of relief, letting her frustrations out into the air. She let her hands spread out into the air suddenly, and she almost smacked someone straight in the face. She turned to them, smiling in a rather silly manner, showing her apologies. The person merely shook their head after looking her up and down. “Oh, train! Gotta go, focus Avalin, focus.” Her feet pounded against the ground as she ran in a full sprint to the train station. The girl burst through the door, surprising those who were seated around the office. “Ah, good! My train’s still here.” Her eyes flashed across the board over the man’s head, and she trotted up to him, a huge grin on her face. She rummaged around in her pockets before producing some money. But there was one problem- she had left quite a sum of it back at home. Lynn’s whole countenance fell, and her face paled. “Noooo! I swear I had the money, Mr. Kinley!” Her head drooped in her downcast, but the man merely chuckled, patting the counter. “That’s rather fine, it’s on me. You did help me out the other week.” A huge grin of relief was on the gal’s face as she clapped her hands together. “Attaboy, Mr. Kinley, who woulda’ thought it that you were so generous!”

Avalin clutched her train ticket, running out of the building and down the pavement to where the train was positioned. Her entire focus was on getting to the man who stood right outside, announcing the last call for boarding. She thrust the object out at him, and he chuckled, taking the paper and motioning for her to get on the train. Renu obliged gratefully, and took hold of the railing, propelling herself up and hopping the stairs. Her keen eyes scanned the carts as she searched for her friends. After spotting them, she strode over to them, plopping down into the seat with a huge, “Whooh, what a hassle!” She panted, bringing her feet up onto the seat and retying her boots. “Can you believe it, Mr. Kinley paid for most of my ticket because of the reconnaissance quest I worked him last week! What a nice man.” She grinned pleasantly, dropping her feet back down onto the floor before bringing her hands up and waving them away in opposite directions. “I can imagine it now: the great heroine was assisted so grandly by a copacetic gentleman in her most dire of times!”

With another grin, she eased back into her chair, resting her hands behind her head as she grinned at Jack and Evie. “It’s good to have the trio back together again!” She patted her thighs excitedly. “I can’t wait to see the circus, it’s just ducky! So many new possibilities and ideas for the novel, guys! Can’t you just smell it!?” She fell into explaining some other things that had happened during the day, painting them much grander than they might ever be seen by any other soul.

Once the train halted to a stop, Renu was the first to hop to her feet- although almost lost her balance in the process. She grinned laughingly, rushing out of their car and down the steps to the ground. Her eyes drank in the scene before her, a huge grin of awe scrawled across her face. In doing so, she also waited for her friends to join her in the sights. She quickly departed with Jack to purchase a ticket- this money she had made absolute positive she had before hand- and then ran out excitedly to gaze around again. She heard Evie’s comment, rather oblivious of the girl’s tumble, and her mouth formed a huge ‘o’. ’This place has real mutants!? It’s that kind of circus!?’

“So what are we doing first??”

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Before responding to Avalin's question, Evie hesitated a moment to consider what their options were and to see if Jack would say something. When no one spoke for a moment, she quietly suggested, "We could go look at the various games and booths first, and then, maybe..." She paused, cheeks flushing, looking up at both of her friend's faces before continuing, "And maybe then we can go see the mutants and the acts?" Jack and Avalin did not object, so they started off going around to the various booths, laughing and having fun. It was the most fun Evie had had in a long time. She was slowly beginning to lose her awkwardness and was able to laugh more easily. She only tripped a couple times, skinning one knee, but she paid it little attention. Something like that had no power to dampen her mood. Soon, the cheery group of friends was ready to enter the various tents.

They visited the main freak show tent, which had a pleasant looking exterior that was only slightly faded. Inside, however, it was much darker, and Evie had to wait a moment for her eyes to adjust to the candle lit 'room.' When she was able to see clearly, she saw that all the mutants were locked in cages. She immediately wondered if any of them were dangerous people, but when she saw their weary expressions, she wondered if the bars were there to protect the mutants. Whatever festive air was created by the lights strung across the walls was dampened for Evie by the ugly cages. Were they supposed to look like caged animals?

She winced when she heard a young kid crying by one of the cages. The man inside, who had some sort of wings, stood staring coldly at the girl. Evie let out a small gasp when she saw the father come and kick the cage, and she hoped that he would go no further. Thankfully, the man was satisfied with that, and he walked away, dragging the crying girl with him. Evie shyly came closer as the mutant sat down and spread his crooked wings. He closed his eyes as if shutting out the world. Though her eyes were automatically drawn to his odd, bird like legs and wings, there was also plain concern on her face for him. Avalin, however, seemed even more transfixed. After a few minutes the man had not looked up, and Evie figured it was time to move on. Avalin merely waved them on and stayed with the bird mutant.

First, Jack and she headed to a tent that was connected to the main tent. Apparently, this was a tent for water based mutants. One of the mutants was tossed a key, and he unlocked the chains and floated to the top before he was dragged out by a large man. Then his arms were restrained, but it seemed like the men holding him were holding him up more than restraining him. A plain look of discomfort crossed the man's features as he took a shaky breath. People began to murmur about how unnatural he was, and Evie nearly winced. Her ma always told her that people were people, no matter what they looked like. She also told Evie that everyone should make themselves useful, usually accompanied by a scolding for dilly-dallying when she should have been working.

Sorrow and concern were plain in Evie's eyes as she looked at Jack and motioned that she was ready to move on to the next tent. They went to a tent with many young children, each with some unusual feature. For the most part, they were either tired and hungry, or as interested in the spectators as the spectators were in them. Soon after, Evie heard music starting, heralding some performance. She quickly followed the sound, and found herself in a performance tent that was already filling fast. She and Jack found a seat, saving an extra seat in case Avalin decided to join them, and watched as the woman began dancing with two snakes. Evie was amazed that the woman was blindfolded, yet danced so gracefully. She was tall, and she resembled a snake not only in looks, but also in how she moved. Evie was transfixed, as though she had been charmed along with the snakes.

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At Evie’s suggestion, Avalin jumped up into the air and clapped her hands together. “Sounds just ducky to me!” She grinned and linked her arms with her two friends, cheerfully walking around with them to marvel at all of the amazing sights and all of the fun games that they had. Of course, just like Avalin would, she made ridiculous narratives and comments that caused bubbles of laughter from herself- she knew it was all in good fun, and made the narratives to do so in the first place. She was rather impatient to go and see these mutants, but she didn’t let it show. She was more self disciplined than that. She could wait.

But then the glorious moment came, and she practically dragged her friends to the large blue and red tent that held the mutants. However, she did slow down when they hit the tent flap that served as an entrance. It was eerily dark, and a shiver ran down the girl’s spine, a huge grin plastered on her face. This would be such a great addition to her story, she just couldn’t believe it! They stepped in, and she too had to stand and wait for her eyes to acclimate to the new dimness. But once they did, her eyes immediately jumped to the cages, and a sense of wonder stole her countenance- and boy did it run with it. She immediately gravitated towards that first cage, feeling only the giddy excitement of what the cages did for the whole scene. It was just so mysterious and she was sucking it up! Her fingers softly enclosed around the bars of the cage as she looked at the mutant before her. He was just absolutely brilliant! So different and so beautiful because of it; just think, having someone like that in her novel was just so right and exciting! And these thoughts were plain on her face.

But then she realized just what was happening around her- all of a sudden it wasn’t just them. Avalin then realized just how the bird mutant felt and looked like- cold and distant, while those around her mumbled things like: “Freak; Hideous; That is just not right; What’s wrong with him; Who would want a freak like that, it’s ridiculous!” Snickers followed, there were a few children crying, acts of anger were portrayed, and a frown scribbled itself across Lynn’s features, her hands closed tighter around the bars. She was only brought out of her self fury when her friends wanted to move on to the next mutant. She just forced on a huge grin and shook her head. “Nah, that’s okay, I’ll catch up with you guys later. Go go, shoo shoo.” She waved them off, and then turned back to the man in the cage with her previous expressions.

This creature before her was just awe inspiring. Seriously, having wings was just something she couldn’t possibly even dare to imagine herself having. She could actually be free. Sure, his weren’t exactly pristine for such a task, but the desire and respect was still there! It made her angry that these people couldn’t see that. So the girl stood there, hands clutched on the bars and her head drooped as she shook ever so slightly. It seemed like they were treated terribly, and that wasn’t fair at all! This would definitely be going in her story. And she would enjoy writing it down. ’But what if he- they… were to-… No Ava, that’s silly, leave that thought alone. … But what if….’

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Jack was strung along by the two girls, following wherever they went. He didn't mind it at all. There was just as much fun in watching their reactions and excitement as it was to see with his own two eyes. If not more so. Anything that they suggested he would simply smile and nod in approval. And if they stopped at an area that lasted a bit longer than he had liked he would find himself sizing up purses and the sized of the wallet-shaped bulges in unguarded pockets. It wasn't like he could turn off the part of him that always looked for money earning opportunities. The only saving grace was that he would be pulled away to another area before he could slink two fingers into an open pocket or purse.

He would wait until they were near a food stand so that once they realized that he had slipped away he was already back holding up candied apples. One of the few things that could possibly make him forget about bad habits. It was so rare for him to be able to find them that he would end up spending more than anyone should if they only remembered how bad of a stomach ache they would get if they ate that many. The first two that he had in one hand he offered to Evie and Ava leaving the third one all to himself. His mouth watered when he smelled the caramel and candy coated apple.

Before long they found themselves in a tent full of mutants put on display for people. What interested him more was how differently people reacted to them. He himself found it to be somewhat of a challenge for his own eyes to digest. It would have been a lie if he said that he didn't show interest in how odd or almost completely normal they looked. But there must have been a part of himself that was projected into them that really made it difficult to keep his gaze on them. Despite thinking to himself that maybe most if all of it was fake until he saw a pair of wings move and stretch without the use of wires or a bunch of chicken feathers glued together to make it look like the person was part bird. They moved too naturally, eerily real, and that unnerved him. He only briefly made eye contact Ezekiel. His eyes were just as emotionless as a birds. Jack turned his eyes away and at that point he wanted to leave the tent. It was strange that Ava wanted to stay behind to look at the bird boy but he wasn't going to object. There was no danger with separating from the group and she also knew where he and Evie were headed to next anyways.

He again let himself get pulled away to the next event where they found seats and waited for the show to start. Another mutant that he didn't notice before began to perform on stage. What was different from this one was not just how she looked but how she moved. It was rhythmic and entrancing. Her form almost just as serpentine as the snakes. Not only did she perform well, she did it blind-folded which added another level of tension. However something pulled him away from the act. It wasn't her lack of skill that pulled him out of the feeling of being entertained. The corners of her mouth hinted at something far withdrawn from the show. Enough that he didn't have to look at her eyes to see that she was just as unhappy about what she was doing as the others back in the tent were. 'How bad could it possibly be?' He somewhat answered his own question by immediately thinking back to the people and kids gawking at the ones behind the bars. To perform in front of large crowds blind folded with no real way of telling what those snakes would do next. It would be a recipe for disaster if someone did or threw something to startle those snakes.

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Torture Circus-Performance Tent


After a final spin, Happy bowed slightly before skipping to the back, unable to get rid of the snakes fast enough. But she knew that her act was only half over. With hidden dread, she walked briskly to the other side of her 'stage', towards an even larger basket.

Even though the boa wasn't exactly poisonous, it was still quite dangerous. Happy had been lucky so far, but she knew it had killed people before. Other mutants, and some humans, who had the misfortune of startling the great snake, and being too far away from any sort of help when it happened. Despite its bulk it could move quite fast, and once it started coiling, it was very difficult to get out.

Before pulling it out, she stepped to the front, closest to the audience, and bowed. "Before next act," she said in her falsified broken English and exaggerated accent, "I ask you please remain complete silence." She could see the heat from the stagehand on the other side, arms reaching outwards. She imagined he was holding a sign saying the same thing. When the crowd had dimmed down to an acceptably hushed volume, Happy returned to the basket.

Carefully, she draped the giant reptile around her shoulders and about her waist. He was a heavy one, and a snake she had the least experience with because of that. It was only a few years ago when she was strong enough to even pick him up. The large snake had a low body temperature as well, making him difficult to see since all that heat had to spread out, and didn't always reach the ends, making the tail, and sometimes the head, invisible to her. She stepped a bit closer to the audience to get into the sunlight, hearing a collective gasp and feeling that large wave of heat move away from her.

Slowly, laboriously, but ever graceful, Happy danced with the giant snake. He was less a prop than a living costume, and it sidled along her body slowly. Happy tried not to flinch when she felt its tail wrap around her thigh. Even with the heavy constrictor, she still moved lightly, as if she and the snake weighed less than air. About the stage she'd prance, her face smiling, but internally entirely focused and serious, feeling and watching the snake's every movement with intense concentration.

Happy was nearly done with her dance when disaster struck. Somewhere, near the front of the audience, a little boy who had been hugging his balloon to his chest in the anticipation and slight boredom, accidentally squeezed too hard and popped the balloon. The loud noise startled everyone, including Happy. And including the snake.

Immediately, Happy tried to wriggle free from the knot she had put herself in, but the frightened snake wasn't having it. The coils immediately tightened around her slender frame, and she could feel the squeeze working the air out of her lungs as it continued to wrap her. She heard the sounds of a boy crying loudly and his parents trying to comfort him. It wasn't until she fell to the floor when the crowd finally realized something was wrong. And then they just got louder.

Happy had her hands pressed against one of the largest coils, protecting her neck. She was frightened, but forced herself to stay level-headed. The snake squeezed again, even tighter, causing her to cough loudly from the air forced out of her. She had no choice, and she didn't even know if it would work or not. Frantically, she sunk her teeth into the great snake.

She tasted blood--ugh, disgusting!--and continued biting. The snake must have felt pain, even through all that muscle, and began thrashing. Luckily for Happy, the thrashing--which could have been disastrous--loosened the coils just the slightest. Acting extremely fast, she grabbed the edges of the huge coil on either side and pulled herself out. Her tiny feet slipped out just as the snake returned to tightening, and she was free. Without further ado, she grabbed the enormous, bleeding snake, ran to the basket, and dumped him in before slamming the lid down. With a toss of her head, she regained her composure, walked steadily to the front and took a bow, smiling despite the angry, fearful emotions she felt inside.

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Evie watched with anticipation as the woman took a enormous boa snake out of a large basket. The snake was bigger than even the woman was, and it looped around her like a living scarf. Evie held her breath, not wanting to make any noise to startle the snake. Her younger brother, Tommy, had an unholy fascination with everything to do with snakes. Despite their mother's wishes, he always kept a pet snake in the house in a small, slightly cracked, glass aquarium. Evie had been bitten before and knew how easily a snake could get startled, especially when it had nowhere to run.

Evie was almost surprised that its weight alone did not drag the woman down, but she still looked as light and graceful as ever. Evie wondered how the woman seemed to know where everything was and each step seemed to be placed with a remarkable purpose and care. Evie wondered if she was born with that grace or if she just developed it somewhere on the way. Developing grace was difficult for Evie, though she was somewhat better than when she was little, and she was uncertain whether her efforts to be more graceful were fruitful at all. She often doubted it though since she was never really good at doing anything. She knew it was and would be nearly impossible to improve herself, she was so horrible at everything.

Her thoughts and concentration on the woman were suddenly interrupted by a loud pop immediately followed by loud crying. Her eyes searched the crowd and zeroed in on a little boy in the front row. His parents were trying to quiet him, but he was too distraught. Evie, unable to help herself, immediately jumped up and pushed through the buzzing crowds to the front row and began trying to reassure the boy in a calming voice. The boy began to quiet, and his parents shot Evie a thankful look.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud as the woman who was dancing with the boa thudded to the ground. The crowd let out a collective gasp before vocalizing their shock. Evie became very still, watching in horror as the poor woman was slowly being crushed by the massive coils. Unexpectedly, the woman sunk her teeth into the snake and slipped out of its grasp, rapidly dumping it back into its basket. Evie stood with the crowd and applauded her bravery. However, Evie's enchantment with the snake act was shattered. She realized that it was just as bad, and worse, than the mutants trapped in cages, especially if she was forced to do it. She could almost see the anger and fear behind the woman's smile, but in a moment it was gone and Evie questioned if she really saw it at all.

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Jack bit at one of his knuckles when he saw how huge the next snake was that the performer had pulled out to continue the show with. He had only seen small rat snakes that he had to find and catch in the fields so that he could put them in hard to reach areas to eat the vermin that he couldn't club on his own with a shovel or an old broken handle. Compared to all the other critters of the animal world he most likely hated snakes the least since they tended to help. They didn't eat his food, chew holes in the house, bark, squeak or make much noise in general which in his book made them more of an unofficial business partner than a full on friend.

All this aside his eyes were glued to the large snake. There was no way that something of that size would be considered harmless. The weight from that snake looked like it would be more than enough to snap the poor girl's back from how it was weighing her down let alone receiving a good squeeze from it. The more he thought about it the less he found himself enjoying the show and more concerned with the person performing in front of the crowd. And with the help of Murphy's law a little boy's balloon popped. It was so quiet up to that point that it made everyone in the audience jump, Jack and the snake included. He could see the sudden tightening flinch from the snake and Happy's immediate attempt to wiggle free from the scaly leviathan. This wasn't part of the act. The girl's forced smile was wavering. Anyone and everyone in the audience reacted to show that it didn't go unnoticed.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Evie dash down to the crying boy to comfort him. Before he could consider his next move he was already moving down through the crowd after her towards the front row. By then he figured that he could just keep going to try to free Happy from the snake's grasp since no one else was doing anything to help her. His attempt to aid her was cut short when a man in the audience didn't take a liking to having Evie accidentally knocking the popcorn right out of his hand. She was too quick for the man to nab but Jack happened to be close enough for him to grab. "Hey! Your dumb Dora spilled my popcorn!" Jack jerked his arm away from him; too intent to avoid getting side tracked with a fight from the angry man. The man didn't appreciate being ignored and gave Jack a good strong shove when he was about to continue his dash towards the stage.

Not anticipating the added momentum left Jack completely off center so instead of landing on his feet at the bottom row he tumbled to the ground hard. Luckily he didn't snag anyone on the way down. His head hit the floor, dazing him but the brunt of the force went to his left shoulder. He could have sworn that he heard a pop. He tried to get up as if nothing happened, just as quickly he found himself laid out on the ground again after realizing that he couldn't figure out what was up or down.

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Avalin Seranu


Ava just smiled cheerfully at him, making absolutely no move toward or away from him as he took the cigarette from her hand, almost touching her in the process. It looked like it was on purpose, but many people did that anyway, didn’t they? With an internal shrug, her thoughts quickly shifted elsewhere.
"Thank you." She looked up at him and nodded. “Sure.” The gal shifted a bit so she wasn’t so uncomfortable in her position, however she stayed on the ground. She liked it much better, not to mention it said volumes when considered in book form. "Just because I'm not allowed doesn't mean I hadn't managed." Lynn put her hands up in mock defense, “Of course, of course.”

"The big shots around here are just a bunch of saps." The girl leaned forward, her hand up to her mouth as she stifled a small laugh, instead letting out a half cough half snort in her so-so attempts at covering it up. “Boy, do I ever know how that goes.” She leaned to the side with one arm, pointing vaguely up in the air with the other.

However, she caught the suspicious gaze she flashed her, even if it was only for a small moment. Slight confusion scribbled itself on her features, but she just shook it off. However, she was not expecting his reaction to her comment on his wings at all. She definitely didn’t mean to make him feel uncomfortable about them, and the glare he shot her made her feel actually pretty bad. ‘I should watch my mouth more.’ Internally, she gave herself a half hearted smile, knowing that that wasn’t very likely. He did however look back at his wings before snapping back to her, something like irritation on his face.

Avalin’s whole demeanor fell, and her voice came out rather uneasily. “I’m s-“ However, she was soon cut off by the noises coming from the main tent- and it didn’t sound good at all. She had instinctively leaned forward to touch him when she attempted to make an apology, but was caught off guard by the unusual noises. Registration suddenly dawned in her eyes, and she realized that she had missed one of the acts. She was actually rather glad she had- it was worth it to talk to this mutant, in all honesty. Avon was actually not that fazed that she had missed it, because it sounded like something very wrong had gone down. “Oh horsefeathers, it should appear I’ve missed the entire first act!” She smacked her forehead and immediately rose from her previous position, quickly getting up and trotting to the flap of the tent. She paused and turned back to the mutant in the cage. “I’ve probably given you an earful… um… sorry! I guess I’ll see you around then.” She rubbed her left arm rather sheepishly before she heard another collective gasp from the crowd in the other tent. That was a Jack-did-something-stupid-again kind of gasp, and she really should see what was going on. She dropped her hands and quietly grinned, disappearing outside and into the main tent.

She quickly made her way up to the stands, seeing Evie quite clearly among the crowd with her signature hat and motions. Plus the crying boy kind of attracted one’s attention. She hurried over to them, a confused look on her face. “Hey, what happened? What’d I miss?”

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'Ladies and gentleman! May I present to you the lovely Ester Pradin!' There was a large applause and she figured she heard a whistle come from the crowd. She looked in the direction it came from but couldn't see who had made the sound. Everybody was looking at her, like she was just some display item in a museum. Maybe that's what she was, meant to be displayed and then locked up that night. Her life wasn't all that different from an item displayed in a museum, except that museum pieces were treated better.

The announcer, who it was she wasn't sure, continued. "Now, earlier this evening we had given a watch to a random member in the audience. Ester is going to pick out the person with that watch without even leaving the stage. Whoever is holding the watch may conceal or hide it more so if they wish." Looking out into the audience Ester met several people's gazes and began racking through thoughts. They were all relatively the same common thoughts she heard when doing so. "They probably rigged this thing" or "I wish I had the watch", or one of her favorites "I have the watch. I have the watch. I have the watch." Whoever thought that obviously did NOT have the watch, why would you repeat that in your head if you did? It was easy to tell when somebody was forcing themself to think something.

About thirty seconds in Ester's eyes stopped on one girl. She checked to make sure her thoughts weren't fake and digged a bit deeper for a name. She found it and smiled the fake, warm smile she was told to do on stage. "Evangeline Davis, I believe you have my watch, correct?" She looked at her for a moment more and something registered as a little...different about her. She didn't really have to look at the girl much to know she wasn't the average snobby teenage girl she would see here. She couldn't quite find what it was though. "Would you mind coming on up with it?" She didn't find very many people that she couldn't just sum up in moments of reading their mind. Maybe Mark was right, something was different about today. If so, she was going to find out what it was.

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Evie heard some shouting and general fighting behind her, but ignored it for a moment. A skinny, secretive looking man, one of the stage hands, came up to her, gave her a watch, and told her to put it in her pocket and keep it hidden for a bit, before disappearing back into the crowd. She looked at it for a moment in confusion before stuffing it in her pocket just as the next act was announced. However, when she heard the thud of someone falling, she whirled, nearly falling herself, to see what was going on behind her. Seeing Jack on the floor, she gave a gasp, covering her mouth with her hands, before hurrying over to him. Tears were already streaming down her face when she crouched beside him, hurriedly and gently checking for injuries. She looked up into the crowd and saw the bright red, angry face of the man who had started the fight. Recalling his words earlier, she realized it was her fault. Because of her clumsiness and stupidity, Jack was hurt. The man who had pushed him merely grunted and turned away as if he had done nothing wrong, and Evie felt even worse.

She quickly dried her tears, not wanting to upset Jack, and helped him into a nearby seat when he was ready. "Are you alright, Jack. I am so sorry I got you into that. You gonna be okay?" she gushed, almost hysterical. Just then, Ava walked up and asked what happened. Evie quickly explained that she knocked a guy's popcorn out of his hand and Jack got hurt because of her clumsiness. She heard the announcer mention a watch, and her thoughts briefly flashed to the one she held, but her mind was quickly filled with concern for Jack once more. She heard her name called, and she realized the watch was part of the act. So that is why a stage hand gave it to her! Quickly asking Avalin to look after Jack, she uncertainly walked up to the stage. She realized the woman was a mutant as well, and immediately wondered if she was happy here at the circus, or if she was just forced to act like the snake woman seemed to be.

Arriving at the steps, she walked up the steps, slowing as she realized everyone's attention was now on her. As she reached the top step, her foot caught under the step and she tripped, falling on her hands and knees. Embarrassed, she rose as the crowd roared with laughter. Her cheeks blushed a flaming red, and she brushed the dust off her skirt as she timidly walked over to the woman and stood beside her, head down, abashed by her awkwardness as well as the crowd's attention. Realizing she was up there because of the watch, she dug in her pocket, fished it out, and held it out for the woman, daring to look in her face for a moment. She expected to see either disapproval or mocking. That is how her mother would look after Evie had just embarrassed herself in front of a room full of strangers after all.

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Happy Noko

Torture Circus-Staff Tent


As Ester performed, Happy was victim to a long tirade of yelling from Mr. Torture. Obviously, he was blaming her for what had happened. Who else was their to blame? Certainly not the little boy who had squeezed his balloon too tightly. No. That little boy was getting a free lollipop for his troubles. Couldn't Happy have handled things better? Kept the snake under control? Hadn't she been here in this business long enough to know these things?

Happy hardly paid attention to the shouts, though. Her blindfold was off, but her blind eyes looked just as disinterested as her emotions. She had the excuse of visual handicap, though, to keep Mr. Torture from further yelling at her unfocused gaze.

Finally, he finished screaming at her, and Happy stood still until he had stalked off a good ways. Free until the evening, Happy went to her personal changing room and stripped off the tight-fitting outfit. She donned on a light tunic, the fabric thin to the touch. She had no idea what the color was, nor the opacity, just that it felt light and cool. Breezy. Loose. She could move in it and feel the air around her while she was wearing it. Something she liked. Unlike the snakes, she wasn't a fan of being coiled in a closed basket. Then again, perhaps the snakes weren't fans of it either.

She let her hair loose and felt the long strands cover most of her face. Not that it mattered. It made no difference to her already dead vision. She stepped out of the changing room and went in search of a sunny spot. She found one close to the opening of the tent, and she could hear Ester performing, a girl by the name of Evangeline called to the stage. Happy sat down and closed her eyes, giving the appearance of sleep even though she was far from it.

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As the girl walked to the stage and fell Ester felt an urge to rush over and help her. She didn't however, because she knew that would break her act, and Mr. Torture specifically warned her to never break character. She didn't need to be punished to help a girl she didn't even know, but that didn't stop her from worrying. As the girl reached her Ester felt a bit sorry for her. After all, in her head she was already thinking about how her mother would scold her for accidentally losing her balance, and thinking that Ester herself would do the same thing. The thought of scorning somebody was simply incredulous.

Ester took the watch as the girl held it out to her and said, "Thank you." She didn't say anything about the fall, because she didn't want the girl to be embarrassed any further. She had made a fool of a few volunteers in her time but that was only because they had been oh so kind as to be either drunk, extremely snobbish, or somewhere in the conversation the word 'freak' had been exchanged. None of those was true in this situation so she would just get this act over with and be done with this whole facade.

"Could you please stay up here for one more thing? It will take but a minute then you can go back and sit with your friends." She cringed at the words as she said them. She sounded so...gypsy-like, or regal. Either way she didn't like the way she sounded on stage. If these people saw how she acted up on stage and then had a conversation with her after the show, they would be shocked by how different she was. Then again, if that happened, Mr. Torture would see to it that she wouldn't let it happen again. She hated that stupid bimbo. No, not stupid. If he was stupid than she wouldn't be here, she would be walking the streets, blending in. She wouldn't have to be this...this, freak. Who knows? Maybe she would have been happy if Mr. Torture had been too stupid to catch her.

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No one really took much interest with Jack on the ground. Aside from the few onlookers sitting at the front there was no one who bothered to help him. That is except for Evie who rushed to his side. The light wasn't that bright where they were at but he could still see the glint of tears in her eyes. Seeing her eyes water was more than enough to make him snap up to a seated position. His hat lay on the ground nearby and his dreads were a tussled mess; some of it covering his face till he used his arm to brush it back. There clearly was a look of pain in his eyes when he did so. "I'm okay I'm fine." He blurts before she even has a chance to say anything. He felt stupid for turning his back blindly to the angry man who pushed him. He felt like an ass for making Evie tear up due to his fall. He faked a smile in an attempt to keep her drying eyes clear.

Picking up his hat he moved with Evie to an empty seat. The only thing that hurt more than his shoulder and head was his pride. "It's fine. I'll just walk it off after the show. I'm okay, really." Evie was quick to fill Ava in on all the details. He knew Evie did it because she cared but it made him feel like he was living the embarrassingly painful incident all over again. He sure as hell hoped that no one would snicker about it or he was going to make up for not doing anything to the guy earlier with the next person who laughed.

His shoulder felt stiff and slightly numb until he tried to move it. Pain shot through his shoulder and up his neck. He wasn't sure if it was the pain that prevented him from being able to lift his arm or if there was something more to his injury. Instead of continuing the assessment of his injuries he decided to ignore them just so his friends would stop worrying. The sooner they forgot about the accident the better. He held his arm to his chest with his elbow on one of his raised knees. It made him hunch forward somewhat but it was better than holding his arm with a blatant 'I'm injured' stamp on his forehead. It took just about all of the fun out of the show. They barely started to enjoy themselves and here he was, injured and practically had them stop their day short. Maybe he was just being too hard on himself but he really wanted the girls to have fun.

Jack's self-brooding was cut short when Evie tripped on one of the steps to the stage. His eyes widened as he nearly leapt up to help her. Another pain shot through his shoulder when his muscles tensed forcing him to freeze in place. He felt rather helpless when he saw her all alone up there with the crowd using her mishap as an excuse to laugh at her. There wasn't much that he could do now but he made sure to memorize some of their faces so that they would have an unfortunate time paying for their next bag of popcorn when they find their wallets missing. He only needed one working arm in order for that to still happen. Jack tried to get Evie to focus her attention on him by waving with his good arm to her. He put an overly goofy smile on his face to try to get her to relax. If he could be fine after what he went through, surely she would be able to start smiling again after her little fumble.

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Avalin Seranu


Ava put her hands on her hips as Evie explained what had happened. She grinned largely and shook her head, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Oh, Evie, you silly bird, you really need to learn how to be more graceful. Just think of it, it’ll be a great story addition, the guy tries to save the damsel in distress, and the villain ends up pushing him off a few rows of seats. It’ll be better once I write it, of course, but it’s still good stuff! Jack just needs to watch what he’s doing and try to stop harassing people.” She grinned, her tone teasing and not worried at all by what had happened. Her friends were pretty strongly built, and she knew they were both fine.

Ava plopped down into a vacant seat and placed her elbows on the armrests, her eyes intently focused on the stage as the next act came out. It was almost as if she had completely forgotten about her encounter with the mutant just moments before, but in all honesty, it was still a very present factor in her mind; her friends just didn’t need to know about it, not to mention now wasn’t a keen time. Lynn’s eyes trailed after Evie as she was called up to the stage, and then frowned slightly when she tripped. However, as she got back up, Avalin smiled brightly, “Attagirl, Evie.”

She was more than ready to see what the next act would do with her friend, however it seemed like there was a small amount of tension, especially considering those around her were still chuckling at the girl. However, she had a small amount of time to herself by the pause onstage, and Ava let her mind wander back to what had happened.

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Relief plainly showed on Evie's face when the woman, Ester if she remembered correctly, took the watch with a kind smile. There wasn't even a hint of disapproval or mocking in her gaze. In fact, Evie even thought she saw concern in her eyes. In that moment, Evie felt closer to that woman than she ever had to any acquaintance she had just met before. She could not fathom why she felt that way exactly, but it seemed clear to her then.

The woman continued with her act, never mentioning or even hinting at Evie's earlier embarrassment. As Ester asked her to stay for something else, Evie noticed Jack trying to get her attention, waving his arm wildly. She tried to figure out if it was the arm he fell on or not, but she could not remember. She shyly waved back with a small smile on her face, which increased to a full giggle when Jack made faces at her. Loud enough for Ester to hear, she said, "That would be fine." She gave a little nod and waited expectantly. Turning to find her friends in the crowd again, she smiled at them. She was glad that she had received the watch, though the events that followed were not the best. It was better to be up here and a part of the act than it would be just to watch from the audience.

She wondered what the woman would do. It seemed, at least so far, that her act was mainly to do with psychic tricks. Perhaps she would read Evie's mind. Evie wondered how it would feel to have someone read her mind. Would she even want anyone to do that? It would seem odd for anyone to know her personal, private thoughts. Would she start thinking differently if she knew someone was reading her thoughts? Maybe reading minds was not even a part of Esters acts and Evie was just thinking through this for nothing.

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As the girl, Evie, agreed to stay up, Ester was already thinking of the fastest way to get this done acceptably and go off the stage. There were only so many things she could do, so she picked the classic 'ask a random question'. "Okay, I want you to ask me a few questions. Some personal questions about anybody in the audience or yourself. It can be anything, from the favorite color to if that person has ever broken the law. After this you can go sit back down and we'll be done." Then she could get out of here. Already her dress felt itchy on her, so much in fact she broke character for a moment. She felt a bit of her emotions enter her eyes, but she pressed them back down where they belonged so quickly that if anybody had seen they would doubt it had been there at all.

She couldn't help but prod just a bit into the girl's memories. Who could blame her? With the ability to know everything about a person you pretty much want to know at least something about every person you meet. Just a simple name did not suffice when you could know so much more. Ester knew that the more knowledge you had the less innocence remained, but there was no innocence left in her to be drained. She had nothing to lose as she learned more about everybody around her. She trusted nobody, cared for everybody, and never wished to love somebody. It was a life she had gained along with her powers. The lucky ones like Mark may still have their innocence, but most of the people that were 'blessed' with their 'gifts' had lost that privelage long ago, much sooner than they should have probably. Ester knew that she had anyway, with the world being as cruel as it was she was amazed anybody had any peiceof them that was still innocent.

When she read through people's memories, it was different than just reading their thoughts. It took no effort at all to hear what they were thinking. It took a little effort to put a thought in somebody's head. But going into memories? That was something else entirely. As the years passed by in front of your face, time seemed to distort. What seemed like hours was only a few seconds. What seemed like years could simply be a few minutes. She could go through two months in somebody's life in a matter of five seconds but it would seem as though she had been there much longer. In the five seconds she had spent in the girl's head, she had felt every pain, every guilt, every jolt of adrenaline. She had experienced it all, and she almost wished that she hadn't. Almost.

Ester had gone through this feeling enough times to keep her composure. She had done the same with many others like her and had needed to learn to act as though nothing was wrong so it wouldn't set off any alarms in their heads. She wanted to look out to the others who had done the same with her, but decided against it. For some reason she thought if she saw all of them at once, she wouldn't be able to handle all the information she had just learned.

What Mark had said earlier once again popped into her head. The farther into the day they went the more different the day got. If he had a bad feeling about it, what if these people would end up doing something to ruin the average reputation she struggled to keep at the circus. She never drew too much attention to herself, or she tried not to. That way she wasn't punished more than the rest and she wasn't shown off like some prize at every circus. She didn't know what these kids, around the same age as herself, could possibly do though. After all, they were normal, weren't they? She stole a single glance at Mark, wondering if Evie registered to him at all. If so, Ester had to leave. She had to leave this stage before things got any worse that day.

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'Ask questions about others?' Just the thought made Evie blush. It was hard enough to talk to someone normally and ask about them, but now she was being asked to ask personal questions that would be answered without the person's permission. Her blush deepened as she thought about whether she could just ask about herself. However, that might just make people think that Evie had planned this with Ester, and the show would not be as much fun for people. She supposed that having personal questions was just part of this and the people she asked about could benefit if she asked the right questions. But what questions could she ask?

She carefully looked out on the crowd, wondering who she could ask about. She saw the little boy who had caused so much trouble earlier and a question popped into her head. "What does he want to do the most right now?" Her eyes went to a young woman standing by a tall man who had his arm protectively around her shoulder. "What is her favorite thing to hear?" As she was saying this, a question about Ester was forming in her head, but did she dare ask it? She then looked at a sullen young man in the back of the crowd. "What was his favorite food as a child?" With that, she decided she would ask, and she took a moment to figure out the best way to ask it.

Giving Ester time to answer her first questions, Evie spoke before the woman could move on. "What is the answer to the question I am thinking of right now?" She heard a couple murmurs in the crowd, but ignored them the best she could. She tried to focus solely on the question so Ester would be able to get it. It was a question that had become increasingly important to her during the day, and she felt she had to know. She wondered if the woman would even tell her the truth, but supposed it was worth a try. She hoped that the way she asked would also help the woman be honest. After all, no one knew what the question was, so she could answer without getting in trouble for putting down the circus, right? Concentrating on the woman's face, she thought, 'Are you happy here?'

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Ester answered the questions with ease. "That little boy wants to come on stage, the woman's favorite thing to hear is that he trusts her. Although he doesn't." She gave the man a disapproving look and sent a little message "You should trust her you know." He looked shocked at the thought just popping into his head but she continued, dismissing him. She looked at the last boy and smiled as his memory filled her mind, reminding her tastebuds of the taste she had never tasted yet it felt as though she had. "That boys favorite food was the homade carrot cake that his grandmother used to make every year for his birthday. It always had a secret ingredient that she never told him." She didn't mention, however, that he wouldn't be having it anymore.

Then just as she was about to wrap up the act, one last question was asked, "What is the answer to what I am thinking?" The girl asked, and then as she read her thoughts her blood ran cold. Was she happy here? Of course she wasn't happy here, she was miserable. But she couldn't tell her that. What if she could though? Surely nobody would ever know that she told her, and it would be nice if somebody on the outside world knew. Yet somehow she couldn't say it. She could only bring herself to look at Mr. Torture, watching her performance, and nodding his head. She didn't know how long she had stood there. Seconds, minutes, it could have been instantanious.

But when she looked back at Evie she knew her answer. Taking a deep breathe the one word seemed to travel along with the wind, carrying it to any ears that wanted to know. "I hate it here! Why doesn't anybody realize that? Isn't it obvious?" She had always wanted to say those words, scream them at the rooftops. But for once, it seemed that the simple word "No" did more than she thought saying those words ever would. But soon a different pressure seemed to form around her. She had to get off the stage, now.

Looking out at the crowd she smiled, but now even she could not fool probably half the people in the audience. "Good night everybody, that was the end of the act." With that she walked off stage without so much as a glance behind her. She didn't stop until she reached Mark. "Mark," She said, the name coming out so quiet she could hardly hear it herself. "Mark," She said, this time loud enough to hear. "Was that girl in your dream?" She asked. Although Ester was telling herself she didn't want to know, she didn't want things to get any more complicated, she felt she had to know. She needed to know, even though every instinct she had told her NO. It was like something even more powerful than that, more powerful than common sense, was taking over.