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Happy Noko

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

Description

Happy Noko: Unhappy Noko, 18, Female, Indifferent
The Dragon Lady, Mutant-Beastly,
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{Appearance}
Happy is an oddly thin girl. Although her dimensions suggest anorexia, her bone structure is, for all intents and purposes, "normal" in that it doesn't protrude or stick out under her skin abnormally. In fact, her limbs are rounded and smooth, rather than bony and hard. Her torso is surprisingly average length for the times (based on the average female height of around 5'2-5'4), but her legs make up the rest of her tall height, and are very much unnaturally long. They also taper near the end, giving her very skinny ankles and feet that are quite small for someone of 5'7. Her arms are longer than normal and taper as well, giving her small hands and fingers, and quite delicate wrists. Her neck is much longer than average (though not grotesquely so) and her face is small and thin, with the stereotypical Asian cheekbones. She has straight, pitch-black hair that is long enough for her to sit on, and often gets in her face, unnerving many people for the creepy appearance it gives her. Her hair grows quickly and, to her knowledge, has only been cut once. Its dark color contrasts dramatically with her alabaster skin, and both are without flaw, almost always smooth and shining. Perhaps the most memorable, and horrifying, part of her is her eyes. Exotic already for the Asian slant they take on, they are made even more unique by the amber iris and the narrowed pupil, as per her mutation. However, both features are dulled in comparison to the terrible scarring that covers them, the most prominent being two horizontal scars that slash through each eye, one of which actually cuts through the eyeball, while the other only affects the eyelid. Both eyes are covered with an array of small scars that are difficult to see at first, but are prominent enough that when you have spotted them, you will never not be able to pick them out. The rest of Happy's facial features are fairly normal. Her nose is thin and small but her lips are full, the upper part shaped into a dramatically curved and uplifting Cupid's Bow. Her ears are small, and her eyebrows are shaped so that they taper to nothing as they extend outwards.

Out of all the other acts, Happy's performance costume is probably one of the most elaborate. She alternates between layers of "authentic" traditional Chinese or Japanese costumes, a skin-tight and revealing bodysuit, and a simpler, but tight-fitting Chinese collared dress, with "genuine" hairstyles to match. When she isn't put on display, however, she dresses much more loosely (though probably just as risque, if not more so). Her average daily wear consists of a tunic dress (of whatever color) worn without the belt, and no shoes. Sometimes she will even walk around with simply an oversized shirt on, or intentionally "forget" to wear her undergarments. She often argues that her abnormally long legs makes it nearly impossible to find a skirt that hangs below her knees, therefore justifying her inappropriate choice of clothing, however most times she doesn't hear so much as a squeak from the predominantly male circus staff. She also wears her hair down , occasionally putting it up in a ponytail, depending on her mood.

{Mutation}
Serpentes Mutation. As already detailed in her appearance, Happy has longer, thinner limbs than most people and a long neck. Her eyes, before they were scarred, also had the appearance of snake eyes with a narrowed pupil. In addition, a good portion of her body is covered in scales. The back and sides of her neck and ears, the lowermost edges of her jawbone, her spinal ridge, parts of her ribcage, her shoulders, shoulder blades, knees, elbows, almost all of her feet and the sides of her legs starting from the hip down are scaly. These scales range from olive to black in color, and are cold to the touch. They are also somewhat iridescent, and create an especially entrancing visual effect when she dances in correct lighting.

Before the damage to her eyes, Happy's vision was fairly blurry. The scarring took away her sight, but although she is blind, her senses more than make up for it. On either side of her nose, where one would typically have their sinuses, Happy instead has a small sensory infrared pit that functions in the exact same way of that belonging to a pit viper. She can "see" through heat, and can at times distinguish certain emotions based on a person's varying temperature. She also has an acute sense of smell and taste, and although she does not have a forked tongue, she does share the habit of flicking her tongue in and out of her mouth to "taste" the air. She is able to distinguish different people by their taste and smell before they even begin to talk to her, and she can also perceive how far away things are from her through the vibrations she feels through the sensitive scales on the bottom of her feet.

Happy does not have fangs. However, her saliva is venomous and prevents coagulation. It is none-corrosive, and will only affect someone if it is injected directly into the bloodstream (spitting, licking, kissing, and sharing drinks have no affect on the other person).

Other attributes she received from this mutation include extreme flexibility (to the point of contortion), somewhat irregular body temperature (particularly where her scales are), and slow metabolism.


{Act}
Happy's act includes contortion and performing "miraculous" feats ranging from navigating through a fiery maze, selecting which metal box has food in it, picking out who the pregnant people are in the audience, and so forth, all while being blindfolded. Occasionally she is forced to snake-charm, despite her fear of them. Unlike most of the mutation acts, she does not have to spend parts of her days stuck inside a box to be gawked at. Instead, she performs in an after-hours line-up that involves provocative dancing, stripping, and contortion, also blindfolded. She actually brings in a lot of revenue, and because of the sexual nature of some of her acts, she is rarely punished physically, if at all.

{Personality}
Despite her name, Happy is not a happy person. At least not perpetually so. Accustomed to discrimination her entire life (though for more reasons than just her mutation), Happy has discovered that one of the only ways to avoid the blunt of it is to just go with it. However, although her behavior might seem submissive, Happy is highly manipulative, and when survival isn't at stake, she most certainly has an ulterior motive to her actions. She is patient and bides her time, choosing to act later if feels a better opportunity will arise. She is a smooth liar and an equally convincing actress. If you volunteer to help her across the street, she won't brush you off with cries of independence, and will let you indulge in your act of kindness. However, be prepared to have your wallet stolen when she seemingly "trips" over the sidewalk. Within the circus community, she is seen as a bit of a kiss-ass to Mr. Torture, always doing what he wants and rarely getting in trouble. Happy is also relatively friendly with the audience when she performs, playing up her character for all she is worth and really working the reaction. Although some mutants might feel their pride is hurt by doing this, Happy, who is secretly quite prideful, feels that this is the only way for her to continue surviving (not to mention that she is waiting for the right time to escape). She knows her situation is bad, but she figures that moping about it and acting out obnoxiously only to get yourself punished doesn't help anything. For the most part, she has freer range on her actions within the circus because she behaves. She has never been chained, never been put in a box on display, and has only been "starved" a handful of times (although her slow metabolism made the punishment much less harsh).

Happy carries herself with dignity, always with perfect posture and a light, graceful step. She is selfish in that she always acts for herself, even when she appears kind. Don't expect her to take a hit for you out of the goodness of her own heart. If her survival is also at stake, she will save herself. She doesn't care so much about her appearance, already hearing from enough people that, "were it not for those damned scales" she'd be quite attractive indeed. Although she strives for immediate comfort, she knows that delayed comfort is ten times as sweet.

Happy isn't exactly talkative, but she isn't quiet either. Naturally, she has a mild Asian accent, but she typically speaks with a heavier one, depending on the situation. She doesn't take others around her too seriously, and isn't genuinely close with anyone. It takes a lot to get her angry. Occasionally, she will fake anger (again, depending on the situation), and will act violently. However, if she is actually angry, she doesn't do anything and just ignores the person entirely. Speaking of violence, Happy is not above it. She will do whatever she needs to get her way, whether it be passive, aggressive, peaceful or violent. She never trusts anyone, and frankly would advise against trusting her, if she decided to be honest for once. Although she may act friendly, be wary of her true intentions. Romance is another thing she will play up, but never actually feels. Nothing is ever an accident or coincidence with Happy.


{Likes} {Dislikes}
o Hot beverages Snow x
o Summer The cold in general x
o Chocolate High Places x
o Swimming People x
o Riddles Snakes x
o Dancing Humiliation x

{Quirks} {Fears}
% Is a big fan of Irving Berlin and knows all his songs by heart Falling @
% Follows people around when she's bored, just to see what how they react Snakes @
% Tends to eat without chewing

{Skills}
# Bi-lingual
# Extremely flexible. It's difficult to lock her down in one position, and as such she is a quite capable escape artist, and could be a wonderful wrestler if she put her mind to it.
# Light touch (good for pickpocketing)
# Fast reflexes
# Very good liar

{Biography}
Happy was born in Japan to Chinese parents. They went into hysterics at the sight of her, and immediately attempted to gouge her eyes out, screaming that she had devil eyes even after the knives were taken away from them by frantic neighbors. She was promptly abandoned at a Shinto temple, where the monks took care of her. They hated her because she was Chinese, and were mean to her because of her appearance. She was called Oni Hebi no Ko (Demon Snake Child), and was ignored by everyone in the village. It was then that she decided she had to take care of herself and only herself. She lived near the coast, and when she was 10 she managed to get onto an immigration boat to the US. They landed in Angel Island, but when the immigration officer asked for her name, she was confused and replied in a soft voice "...ni Hebi no Ko." The officer misunderstood, and after a bit of a quarrel, wrote down her name as "Happy Noko" in a fit of frustration and spite. She lived on the streets for about a year before the Torture Circus came around. She saw strange people, some even stranger than her, and was lured into the circus life by Mr. Torture. She quickly realized it was not what she expected, but by then it was too late. She has been with the circus ever since.[/center]

{Relationships}
(Your relationship with the other main characters. Remember, the human mains have known each just, just like how the mutant mains have. Can be anything from friends to enemies, etc. May be edited later)[/center]

So begins...

Happy Noko's Story

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Happy sighed ever so slightly as she sat on the bench, bare toes resting gently on the dusty ground. Earlier, she had located a sliver of a ray of sun, just barely large enough to shine on her face and parts of her long, slender neck, and she had sat quite still for the past fifteen or so minutes, basking in its warmth, adjusting herself accordingly with the passage of time. Her eyes were closed, one of her two scars quite prominently displayed across her eyelid, and she had the outward appearance of sleep. This was quite untrue, however, as Happy was very much awake, alert, and attentive to everything around her.

Even if she had wanted to sleep, the activity around her would have made that impossible. There were far too many people, all talking loudly. Humans. Small ones, large ones, thin ones, fat ones. Men and women. Children. Old folk. Someone promised his son a balloon and cotton candy and cracker jacks and all sorts of goodies if he would only stop crying! He was lying, of course, but the child didn't know that, and he immediately shushed after such bribes. Another man, younger, teasingly asked what Happy assumed was his female companion if she was frightened already. No was the young woman's reply, but that too was a lie. Another woman demanded to know if a certain someone had touched her. Predictably, no was the reply. Predictably, he was lying.

The ray suddenly vanished, and Happy frowned. Must have been a cloud. She remembered the first time she had felt the sun suddenly disappear. It was too early to be night, and she had cried that someone had stolen it. The monks called her stupid and explained that it was only a cloud before hitting her on the head with a broomstick, yelling at her to not make a fuss about something so trivial.

As she waited for the cloud to pass by, she adjusted her costume, a thread of worry running through her. It was the skintight one-piece, a turtlenecked leotard-like outfit without sleeves or hose and a liberal dip in the back to display her scales. Nearly indecent, so she had heard from the other circus folk and audience members alike. In the winter times it was a miracle she didn't catch her death because of it. She wasn't a fan of the tightness of the outfit, but what she was most anxious about was the possibility of her snake-charming, as this was the costume she tended to do it in. Not that the costume was only for snake-charming--she had done plenty of other acts in it--but it was the only outfit for that particular act. Whenever she was told to wear it, she would always be on edge until she heard what act she would be performing. Today was no different.

She shuddered invisibly at the thought of snakes. Despite her mutation, she absolutely hated the reptiles. Cold, scaly, slithering things. It was difficult to tell where they were, especially during the winter, since they had so little body heat. They were unpredictable, and uncontrollable, despite her act. They didn't care what she looked like, how she treated them, or anything like that. They did what they wanted, whenever they wanted, and could turn on you in an instant. You couldn't trust them, and that was why she feared them so. They were far too similar to herself.

She felt familiar footsteps grow near her. A flick of the tongue confirmed that it was none other than Mr. Torture himself.

"Afternoon, beautiful," The man greeted patronizingly. No surprise that he was lying. Happy smiled in response, though internally she was anything but flattered. She knew that because of her after-hours business, he couldn't lay a hand on her without jeopardizing one of his biggest money-makers. She had more free reign than most of the other acts because of this. But this was both a blessing and a curse. She always had to stay on her tip-toes, and knowing when not to push your limits was difficult, as they changed every day. The best bet was to just suck up. That had been her strategy from day one, and it had worked so far. She didn't plan on deviating from it anytime soon.

"What a crowd! Lots of people to impress! Got a big show today!" Happy didn't like the way his voice was sounding. Too upbeat. Too suspicious. She kept her smile plastered on though, and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! As usual, I'm happy to do my best!" she stated, laying on the accent thick. She had noticed that people didn't like it when those different from them sounded intelligent. It put them on edge. Sounding stupid and helpless gave them a sense of power. It was sickening at times, but Happy knew how to use it to her advantage.

"That's what I like to hear," Mr. Torture said, "So I'm sure the snake act will be no problem. Folks love that one."

Damn. Happy forced the smile to stay on as Mr. Torture left. Bastard. He knew she hated the snakes. Everyone knew. It was one of the few facts about her that she had revealed, unintentional as it was. She was only eleven after all when they tried to force the act on her. The mask she wore now hadn't fit perfectly those many years ago.

Reluctantly, she moved from her spot and walked towards the performance tent, a knot building in her stomach. The sun was comforting and hot, but it did little to qualm her growing nervousness. Inside, she could hear the snakes--two of them!--hissing in displeasure to everyone around them. Happy hissed back at one, and smirked a bit when the snake recoiled.

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Disgusting, scaly, nasty creatures. Ugh. Happy would burn them all if she could. Slice out their eyes like her parents had done to her. Chop them into small pieces, burn each piece up, and pour the ashes into the deepest, darkest part of the ocean, weighed down by a cinder block until it traveled to the very bottom. That's what she would do, had she the means.

But, the imaginary world, though fun, was rarely ever practical. And, in the real world, a crowd was growing. A crowd that had paid to see an Asian freak play with snakes.

Happy crouched in front of the snake basket. At least it was warm outside. The snakes had absorbed enough heat that she could see them. Tentatively, she reached out a hand towards the reptiles. Immediately, the ssss's increased, and one of the snakes faked a lunge towards her. Happy withdrew her hand quickly, before growing angry at both the snakes and herself. "Listen you," she hissed, inaudible to everyone else, "I don't want to do this anymore than you do. But we can do this the easy way, or the hard way, and I highly recommend the easy way, which is to suck up, otherwise we'll both get it, and I can guarantee that you'll get it worse than me. Now, let's try this again..."

Happy wasn't sure if it was the tone of her voice, or if maybe the snakes could actually understand her, but they were a lot more congenial than before. The next second, she was facing the large mass of moving heat that made up the crowd. "Show time, boys," she muttered to the two snakes, back in their baskets. Just don't bite me, she thought a bit desperately as she smiled outwardly. She put the basket on the ground, danced around a bit, before pulling the lid off Almost immediately, the two snakes popped up. She unraveled a handkerchief and waved it from side to side, in front of the snakes. They followed the movement, and she danced accordingly. She had a blindfold over her own eyes, as Mr. Torture had deemed her eyes too disturbing for the public to see--imagine!--and also felt that it amped up the danger factor. Despite the apparent blindness, Happy was watching the two snakes with extreme precision. These two were poisonous. Not enough to kill right away, but still enough to hurt.

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#, as written by slcam
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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Ester was beginning to lose focus again when Mark said he had just fallen off his board. That would explain why it was broken, and his drunken speaking could be because of his nap. Oh good, he was fine. When he patted the boards they fell to the ground and for some reason they reminded her of a dog. Obedient and playful, what a silly way to think of it. Wooden boards being dogs, it was absurd to even compare the two.

At the mention of Mark tusseling Ester felt a little something in her. It was a nice feeling, and she couldn't help but wonder what it was. Happiness? Maybe, she didn't know how that felt anymore. Mark in a tussle? She was sure that he didn't seem like the fighting type. He was rather, extremely stick slender and just had this look to him that made it seem like if he had to fight a fly, he would let it win. She put a fake smile on her face that was as believeable as any of her best. She had gotten quite good at fake smiling. It wasn't that difficult, just a curve of the corners of your mouth and their it was, a beautiful and real-looking smile. "Oh Mark, you're my knight in shining armor aren't you? No, there wasn't a tussel, just a bit of words and thoughts tossed around here and there. Nothing to make a fuss about."

Her schedule! She completely forgot that she had to perform today. Oh no, what act was she? She knew what she was going to do but what if she had already missed her performance? A crease of worry formed on her forhead but was quickly, and forced, to disappear. No need for Mark to know she might be late. But to make sure none of the staff overheard her she spoke to Mark in the most secretive way she knew how. "Sure you can tag along, I have to get to the performance tent like yesterday though. Before the Big Cheese finds out I'm not there anyways." She almost reached out to grab his hand to pull him along but stopped herself. She had moved it towards him slightly but hardly enough to get too close.

As she moved out of the tent she could pretty much feel his breathing on her neck as he followed. Normally he wouldn't even dare to get that close. She had never been near him so much as to even feel his breath. "I gotta bad feeling about today, love. Something's different." She almost stopped but thought twice about it when he said it. Did he mean a premonition? She hadn't dreamnt of anything. Then again she probably wouldn't have noticed if she had. Such vague visions they hardly told her anything. ’But what if he- they… were to-… No Ava, that’s silly, leave that thought alone. … But what if….’ What did that mean? She dismissed it as she pushed through the curtain and into the performance tent. Happy was performing, blindfolded, while charming snakes. Didn't Happy hate charming snakes? Ester couldn't remember. She hardly talked to Happy, not that she didn't read her mind a few times.

She passed the aquatic tent without even looking twice but did give a second glance to a girl she saw just as she found the performance tent. She was holding onto the bars of Ezekiel's cage. Ester frowned and read into her thoughts without stopping moving. ’But what if he- they… were to-… No Ava, that’s silly, leave that thought alone. … But what if….’ What did that mean? She dismissed it as she pushed through the curtain and into the performance tent. Happy was performing, blindfolded, while charming snakes. Didn't Happy hate charming snakes? Ester couldn't remember. She hardly talked to Happy, not that she didn't read her mind a few times.

Looking at the acts she sighed in relief. She was next. Good, she hadn't missed her part. But that had been to close, if Mr. Torture had found out...she didn't want to think of that. She made it and that was all that mattered.

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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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Happy Noko

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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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Ester turned to Mark as he spoke. His jaw was trembling and she felt a bit bad. She knew walking in crowds was hard for him, but he had to do it everyday. Maybe she could help him get more comfortable closer to people, it sure would make his life a lot easier. But he never tried to push the boundries, and she wasn't going to force him to do something he didn't want to do. She wasn't one of those people, who forces innocent people against their will or wants to do something. She loathed people like that. Mr. Torture especially, looking at Happy was more than enough proof that he was cruel. She hated dancing with the snakes, and their she was on the stage doing it as she spoke.

"Okay, here's the plan. Once Happy's done I'm going to go out there and will do my 'amazing' act. Then when I'm done we'll haul our way out of the tent through the back so their's less people and can head back to the staff tent. Sound good?" She looked back out to Happy and saw her picking up a snake that almost made Ester's blood run cold. She wasn't particularly afraid of snakes, but a snake of that size could scare anybody. She shuddered a bit and a bit of nervous laughter absent-mindedly escaped her mouth. "That's a pretty big snake, huh?" She said.

Even though Ester had seen this act so many time she never ceased to be amazed by it. Blindfolded even, Happy could charm the snakes with ease. To the crowd it probably looked different, they didn't know anything other than that she was charming snakes. But Ester knew how much Happy disliked snakes, she could see that however vaguely, and could read that very quickly. Sometimes she could hear peoples thoughts even without trying, depending on how strong they were and how close. That rarely happened, it had certainly never happened during a performance she had watched. Until now.

She heard the balloon pop and the the thoughts became clear. They didn't sound too frightened, but it was obviously Happy. She looked closer and saw the snake had actually tigtened a bit. She watched, as it began to coil around her neck and as Happy bit into it, making it uncoil. When she bowed and left the stage Ester was about to walk up to her to ask if she was okay, but when Happy moved she saw Mr. Torture staring at her from the other side of the stage. She felt anger boil in her. She couldn't even see if Happy was fine? She gave him the bird but as the applause died down from Happy's performance she turned to Mark and said, "Showtime." Then walked onto the stage.

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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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Happy Noko

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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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What a dreary life this was.

It had been Happy's turn to open the after-hours program at the circus. Of course, she couldn't reveal everything--she was much too valuable for that--so she put on more of a teaser. Dancing with veils. Bare feet, but not quite bare legs. She was dancing without a pole. Or swing. Or any prop, really. That was for later.

And now she had to wait. She typically didn't perform till an hour or so in, and it was just getting ready. Although she had never seen her other performers, she still knew how attractive they were based on the audience reaction. The heat vision only revealed so much, but this combined with the footsteps she felt helped her identify who was dancing, although the aforementioned audience could help her with that all on her own. And then there was the announcer, of course, but he only announced the big acts. Acts such as herself.

Happy herself sat in the 'wings' of the stage, poised and with perfect posture, as always. To be seen otherwise could result in punishment. The veil was scratchy and annoyed her nose, but she did her best to ignore it. It unnerved the spectators who could catch glimpses of her from the angle they sat at. More than once, someone had mistaken her for dead, or a statue. And more than once, she had scared the ghost out of them with a sudden movement.

Still, despite those sparse times of amusement and the memory of it, today had been going downhill even more so than usual, due to the near-miss with the snake. It was more difficult for Happy to keep up the facade of being, well, happy. Or at least somewhat satisfied. Not unhappy. But her outer shell had been cracked by today's events, and it was going to take a while to cover it up.

Happy sighed, a little more emotion feeding into it than usual. Her shoulders threatened to tug down, and it took all her effort to retain her stiff and proper posture. The invisible seconds ticked by, and a pit of discontent was growing in the blind girl's stomach.

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Happy Noko

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"And now, prepare yourselves for this next exotic beauty! All the way from the distant lands of the Far East, this Asian snake will charm you with her secret ways! Behold, the mysterious dragon lady!"

That was her cue.

Happy slid out, feeling the hot light from the spotlight on her. There was applause, shaken with hushed whispers. Some cat-calling. Happy had to stop from rolling her eyes behind her shut lids. Not like anyone could see through her blindfold.

The band started playing, some cheesy Oriental music, and Happy danced. She knew after her introductory dance, a prop would come to play. She hoped for the pole. The ropes could get too disorienting, suspended in the middle of the air. Especially on this night, with the snake. She really needed a pole.

Mr. Torture must have been feeling a touch bit merciful, because she saw the cold line that was the pole, dragged in by two hot bodies. Happy allowed herself to smile, and she pulled the veil off her face, still blindfolded, but revealing her face. She heard some gasps as her facial scales and pits were seen, for the first time for many. She saw a few leave, their heat exiting the tent. She could have sworn she heard the words "unnatural" and "damned chink", but maybe she was just imagining things with the music. It wasn't like it mattered. She had heard all the slurs and more.

She wrapped her ankle around the cold metal and gripped the pole with a hand. She pushed off with her other foot, grabbed higher, and was now off the ground. Still, she felt more comfortable this way. With the harsh spotlight on her, she could easily see the pole. The fact that it wasn't trying to bite her helped a lot. She swung around the pole before splaying out sideways, only her legs hugging the metal. She let loose her top, displaying a skimpy negligee underneath. As she turned her back to the audience, she heard some cries and more gasps. No doubt they had caught sight of her spinal scales.

Suddenly, Happy spotted more movement. Her stomach dropped at the recognition, and she slid down the pole a little less gracefully than normal. They were bringing out the ropes? But it was only a prop per night! What was Mr. Torture doing??

The announcer explained: "Many of you might recognize this young dame as the snake charmer from earlier. As apology for the mishap that happened, she has graciously decided to reward all of you to a second display. Watch as she tames these ropes as if they were living snakes themselves!"

For a moment, Happy considered leaving the stage. She had done her bid. She could keep pole dancing all night long. But not this. Not now.

But she knew, reluctantly, as she stepped towards the ropes, that she couldn't do that. Mr. Torture would have her head. She'd be punished, like the others. She couldn't let that happen. She was too proud for punishment. She was too proud for this too, but what could she do? Her hesitance must have been evident, because a shout came from the audience to hurry it up already. Oh, she would have told him off if she could! Bite into his neck. Bite into Mr. Torture's neck. Watch their hot blood escape their body as they turned from bright yellow to blue.

Happy was empty as she performed on the ropes. Empty. The only thoughts she had were those of strangling Mr. Torture, if she didn't end up strangling herself. She continued stripping until she was only in the negligee, and hung upside down, suspended from her ankles, for the finale. As the applause broke through, she righted herself, sitting patiently on the ropes until they lowered. There were some shouts calling for her to take the top off, even with the supposed horror of her scales. One man was standing. Typically, Happy would oblige, but tonight, with the ropes and humiliation, she didn't. This would be her protest. After all, she wasn't required to strip entirely naked. She had walked away in just her negligee before. So she just ignored the shouts, waving and smiling and waiting for the ropes to lower.

But they never did.

This angered her. Did Mr. Torture want her to strip? Was this further punishment for the snake? Did she dare defy? She decided she would. This was the last straw. She continued sitting. She could sit here all day. He knew she could. Eventually the crowd grew unruly. They demanded a full strip. Why was she sitting there anyways? Who did she think she was? This was why the goddamned chinks needed to go back to where they belonged. It wasn't long before the tent was filled with jeers of Chink and Jap. But Happy kept her chin up and ignored it all, like a regal queen.

Finally, the ropes lowered, and Happy stepped off briskly, picked up her clothes, and walked off, the jeers attempting to follow her. As the announcer tried to quiet down the audience and announce the next guest, Happy was met by a large, intimidating blob of white heat.

"What was that?" Mr. Torture hissed.

"My act." Happy replied, not lowering her head, but not raising it upwards towards his face either.

"Your act is to do what the audience wants!"

"My act is to perform my routine, and indulge the audience when I feel necessary."

Suddenly, Happy felt her face being grabbed and pulled up, the harsh fingers squeezing her cheeks. Tears pricked in her eyes immediately from the sudden pain, combined with humiliation. The blindfold was ripped off, but she kept her eyes shut.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you're getting too tall for your britches. I own you, and without me you'd be nothing! Remember that the next time you're dangling ten feet in the air, or I might not be so gentle in lowering the ropes."

There was a pause, and Happy said nothing. But the grip on her face tightened again as her head was shaken. "Look at me!" the man demanded, his disgusting breath rolling around her nose.

Happy snapped her eyes open, as wide as she could, and glared at him. She couldn't see his face, but she knew the effect her eyes had. It wasn't long before her face was released, Mr. Torture spitting on the ground inches away from her. "Get away from me, Freak," he uttered, before stomping away back to the tent.

Happy didn't move for minutes, still caught up in the tension of her previous position. Finally she relaxed, and blinked. She quickly wiped the tears away, clutched her clothes closer to her and mustered as much dignity as she could before walking away from the performance tent. Treacherous thoughts crossed her mind. She couldn't stay here any longer. She had to leave. But how? Should she poison Mr. Torture? Kill him? Bite him? Strangle him? Feed him to the animals? The possibilities were endless and oh so entertaining...

As she neared her tent, though, she was surprised to sense active heat. Most of the others were sleeping, but there were two...no, three...bodies that were awake and moving. As one ran towards another tent, she realized they weren't even caged. Could they be escaped performers? Or perhaps customers sneaking in? As Happy neared, she recognized one of them as the girl who had been called up for Ester's show. She was near Ester's cage as well. What was she doing here? And so close to the mutants as well. A thought popped up in Happy's mind, but she shoved it out of the way. No need to get optimistic. There had been sympathetic customers before, but they rarely did much for them. If anything, they were just trying to get a closer look.

Typically, Happy would shoo them off, but revenge was still brewing in her mind, and she decided to take advantage of the situation. She halted, about yard or so behind the humans, and cleared her throat. "Might I help you with something?" she asked with a smile.

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Ester heard a noise. It was distant but growing closer, and she tried to inch back as far away from the front of the cage as possible, which, of course, wasn't any farther than she had started off. Setting a determined look in her eyes she waited for a guard to come. Come open her cage and lead her to Mr. Torture, or even just toss her around for the fun of it. They both happened as often as the other, but she wouldn't give either of them any satisfaction.

But to Ester's suprise no guard came up to her, instead she heard the distinct voice of the girl from earlier, just far enough out of her periphial vision that she couldn't see Evangaline. But she did hear the distinct jingling of keys and the word 'escape'. Those were her trigger words that made her think of what Mark said, "I've got a bad feeling about today." Was this what that meant? Could they try to escape, fail, and suffer from it? Ester felt the mixture of feelings bubbling in her chest, but desperation won out. Isn't this what she had been wanting? What she had been yearning for for years? Yes, she wanted to escape, and out of her whole life, this one girl seemed like her best chance.

"Yes." She hissed in a tone so quite only Eva would be able to hear. "Yes I want out, but we have to get Ma-" Her words stopped in her throat as another voice came from directly in front of her. She saw Happy standing there. "Oh thank god, it's only Happy." She said in a relieved tone. But Ester, in fact, was not relieved. Ester had went into Happy's mind before, she knows what Happy is. She's unpredictable. Doing whatever she feels at that moment will be best towards her own advantage. The only thing was, at some point of the day she may be all for an escape plan, but at another point Ester was sure she would turn them all in just for an easier performance day.

Ester felt completely useless. She couldn't do anything while she was in this cage, she could hardly talk, though she tried not to show it. Already she could feel the pain in her head from pressing against the bars to much. For the first time in a long while, she was utterly useless in a time when she needed to help. Of course, if Eva got her out now, she would be able to help in maybe three seconds, but the weight of the realization hit her and if she had been standing, she was sure she would have fallen. 'Come on Eva, open my cage. I don't trust her and I don't think if she goes sour at this moment you would be able to do anything about it.'

Clearing her throat a bit Ester said, "Happy, they're helping us out. We're going to escape, if you want to come we can all get out of here." She needed to get Mark out of here, it was her job to take care of him. In her own mindset at least, in reality she didn't have to even pay attention to him. But she felt her was her responsibility, and she would rather face the worst Mr. Torture had in store for her than let him stay here one day longer than needed.

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A couple moments passed slowly as Evie waited for an answer. When she realized that Ester was not able to turn her head at all and could not see her, Evie slowly shuffled around the cage still in a squatting position. Ester's face seemed somewhat bewildered and nervous, but Evie thought she might have also seen hope flash on the woman's features for a moment. It was dark, so she might have just been imagining it, but she held on to that little flash of hope. If Ester wanted to leave, Evie would do everything she could to make it happen.

Finally, Ester spoke in a tone that seemed nearly strangled. It was probably difficult for her to even move her jaw in that tiny space. Evie leaned forward, straining to catch every word as her heart began to pound. Suddenly, there was an unexpected woman's voice directly behind her. Sure they were caught, Evie whirled around attempting to stand. The motion abruptly stopped as her skirt was trapped beneath her foot, and Evie lost her balance. She landed hard on the ground with a solid thud and a soft, mouse-like squeak as her head hit the dirt.

She sat up with a loud exhale, looking up at the woman nervously while rubbing the back of her now sore head. "Oh, uh I ...well ...um." Luckily, Ester was able to get out a more coherent sentence, and Evie realized the woman looked familiar. It was the snake dancer from earlier! Evie looked at her in surprise, her fear slowly lessening.

"You almost scared me to death," Evie said quietly with a nervous giggle. She was surprised at how nervous Ester sounded when she spoke again. Was there something wrong that she did not know about? When Ester mentioned escape again, Evie realize she still had the keys in her hand. She turned over to a kneeling position, fumbling with the keys for a moment before whispering, "Yes, you are welcome to come if you want...."

Finally, after a bit of trial and error, Evie found the right key and the heavy bolt slid open with a loud snap that made her flinch. She slowly opened the cage, wincing at every squeak and creak it made until it was fully open. Evie began to stand when a thought popped into her mind, causing her to plop back down to her knees. "Is there anyone else who would escape with us?" Her breath grew slightly heavier as she became more nervous. They could not stay here much longer, or they would be caught before they could even leave the circus. She slowly stood, offering Ester a hand to help her up and support her if she needed.

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Jack almost smacked himself when Ava took the lock picking tools from his pocket. He was so intent with focusing on the keys since they were much easier and faster to simply lift them off of someone rather than mucking around with his tools. He didn't see Happy in any of the cages. Where was she? Is she still back at the performance tent? There couldn't have been any other shows going on at this hour, it didn't make any sense. He was tempted to leave the group and circle the grounds one more time. Still, even though he was much less likely to be detected while roughing it on his own he was liable to get caught.

Just when he was ready to throw his hands up in frustration he heard a voice. He froze. By the unpleasant sound to that voice, for a second he thought they were caught for sure. "There you are!" He spoke out. Not loud enough for him to be detected by any of the other workers but enough to show that his enthusiasm for seeing her was much more than he wanted to let on. "I-we've been looking all over for you. If you want to get out of here then I suggest that we get going. Like, now." He stopped for a few moments. "If there's anyone else you want to bring I can help you get them but we can't stay much longer...hang on a sec."

Jack turned back to the others who were close by. "The longer we stay here the more likely we're gonna get caught. How many have we been able to free so far?" After they answered he went back to Happy.

He offered her his hand. He felt silly for doing it but he didn't know how else to show that he wanted to treat her as an equal and as someone that she could hopefully trust even though she hardly knew him. "They're already using the keys but I have another way to pick the locks if there's anyone else you need to get."

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Happy Noko

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So they were escaping.

Before Ester spoke, Happy had already made up her mind. This was the chance she had been waiting for. The reason why she put up with this awful awful place, and why she had never tried to run away before. It was a multiple getaway, and in the event that the worse happened, she would only have to outrun the others. Perhaps on another night, she would have dismissed it. Or even told Mr. Torture. But congenial was the last thing she wanted to be towards him, and this would be her revenge.

Just as she opened her mouth to agree, the male started talking. His words confused her a little. Looking all over for her? She had just arrived though...would the even have known where to find her? He began babbling, about leaving and if there was anyone else she wanted to bring.

What he did next was also surprising, though in the dark any surprise she might have shown was easily hidden. Perhaps she should put the blindfold back on. She felt a bit exposed without it.

She wondered whether to take the hand or not. The warm thing was offered to her, quite within reach, pulsing red, orange and yellow. She figured there was some underlying emotion he was hoping to affirm by doing this--after all, it wouldn't be the first time someone had been cordial to her in hopes of getting something from her later--but rejecting it wouldn't do anything good for her. Maybe she should act flattered? It was clear this guy had some sort of feeling towards her. He was the only one who seemed remotely interested in letting her escape. Ester only offered so that she herself wouldn't get in trouble, and the other girl was just following along. From what Happy gathered anyways. She smirked internally at Ester. They weren't that different in that respect.

Finally, the snake girl delicately took the boy's hand. Her own skin was cold, her fingers small and slender against his. With a soft smile, she went for the innocent act. "Thank you," she said, smiling as she spoke and putting on the accent just a tad bit thicker as she clutched her clothes to her, still only clad in the scanty performance suit. "I have not many friends here, so I can leave whenever."

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Ester almost breathed a sigh of relief when Happy seemed to be on their side, but it got caught in her throat midway. In all honesty, she wasn't relieved. Not in the least. Now that this was finally happening, she finally had an actual chance to escape, she wasn't sure how she felt. There was no denying that she was living in a hellhole, but this hellhole was the only world that she knew. The sadness she felt lurking over her was created by this place, and she had begun to grow fond of that sadness. If she left, would it accompany here? She wasn't sure if she wanted it to or not.

When she realized she was still on the ground, Ester got up and stretched out a bit, clearing her thoughts as she did so. Evangaline mentioned helping others. She wanted to get them all out, to save every last one, but that wouldn't be possible. Even she knew when bravery crossed the line into stupidity. No, she would bring one other, and that was it. If at all possible she would follow her instincts, which told her to leave them all. Hightail it out of this rodeo as fast as possible. But she had to bring Mark. She would rather have him escape than herself, and she would not leave him here alone.

"Okay, if we're going to do this we need to move." Ester said, trying to seem as confident as possible. Her voice didn't crack, that was a start. "I doubt you came to the circus with the plan of performing a jailbreak, so you probably don't know what you're doing am I right?" She didn't wait for an answer, she could read their minds well enough to know. "I need to get Mark, but we can't risk staying here any longer than we have to. So we grab Mark and we go." She had planned an escape many times and by now had the plan down to a T.

She looked at Happy to make sure she was fine with the plan and saw a boy next to her that she hadn't even seen approach. Huh, he must be quiet. Either that or Ester's hearing wasn't that amazing at the moment. Her heart was beating loud enough that she had to look around and make sure nobody else heard it. Adrenaline coursed through her that she knew would wear off soon, but it was thrilling for the time-being.

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The sleeping form paid no attention to the group as it found him, even as the young woman tripped over a protruding post and fell but inches from his face. When she began to push him onto his back, the prone male moved easily enough, his body featherlight, as he was thin enough as it was, and between his fits and the way the mutations were kept in this place, he didn't get much to eat, and he worked most of it off one way or another. Once on his back, arms trapped under him, his chest began to contract and expand, quickly expelling all the sedative from his lungs. He moaned softly as he came to, the leg that was chained to the pole twisted awkwardly and a sensation of numbness permeating his body. One silver eye slid open, then the other, and his body convulsed slightly, muscles strained by the awkward position. Confused, the male began struggling, trying vainly to sit up.

When he'd decided that sitting up was not a viable options, thanks in part to the elevated, twisted state of his leg and because his arms were still tied behind his back, so he could not push himself up, he lay still, his head falling to one side, blinking away the fuzziness in his brain. As he did so, the first thing his eyes landed on was a girl. He flinched away in surprise, but recovered after the few seconds it took to reorient himself. "G'mornin', doll." He said cheerfully, his voice muted because it was so raw and thick. "Mind telling me where I am? I don't recall noddin' off here."

Another spasm claimed him for a moment and he had to grit his teeth through the pain of his muscles straining at his leg, trying to pull it away from the chain as his entire body seemed to curl into his core. He recovered quickly though, and as he looked up again he recognized Ester and Happy. "Lo' Ester, Lo' Happy!" He said smiling at the two. "This is just ducky, are we all here? What's going on?" The dizziness was quickly fading away, though he was still confused he'd quickly returned to his cheerful self, which was no surprise. He blinked after a second, however, realizing that it was extremely dark out. What? That...didn't make sense. This wasn't morning?

The confusion spread suddenly across his face, furrowing his brow and focusing his silver eyes on Esther in an unspoken question. It was nighttime. The girl before him was unfamiliar, and there was another lad in the group too who he didn't know. There were many things wrong with the situation, he hadn't been conscious at night in a very long time, but he knew that most everyone was locked up once the sun hit the horizon, so how were they out? That made no sense at all.

There was a more pressing matter, however, one that Mark couldn't know. Just how they would get him free now that he was conscious was a very curious notion, as he couldn't stand any of them being that close to him. Already he could feel the pressing horrors of the future in the back of his mind, soft, maddening whispers that would only set him off if anyone drew nearer. But there was one silent creature within the bunch, something that Mark had noticed earlier but did not recognize now. Evie made no sound, she emitted no signal for his brain to pick up, but he couldn't feel her empty space among the others when everyone was so close and he was so disoriented still.

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Ester flinched a bit as Eva fell and could feel herself draw inside of herself when she flipped over Mark. She didn't notice the cloth and was sure he would wake up, throwing this girl into one of the tents. Before she could protest though, it was done. Mark woke up as slowly and calmly as he would have if had waken up by his own accord, which was rather strange to Ester. Normally he would freak out the moment he woke and saw some strange girl even near him. The fact that she had actually moved him should have sent him into ballistics, right?

That was about the time she noticed the rag, and her breathe was cut short, causing her to cover her mouth and hold in what seemed like a coughing fit that lasted a lifetime. One of the coughs had managed to escape through her hands and she hoped it wasn't enough to call attention over to their little posse. They chloroformed him? Was this only a one night thing or was it every night? Surely being drugged every night would damage a person. Her came to her a bit more shakily and she struggled to remain calm. Calm down. Calm down. Three seconds of weakness, then it's gone. One, Her breathes became more even. Two, Her mind began to clear. Three. Back to normal.

Ester could see the confusion on Mark's face and realized he probably wasn't putting all the pieces together. He had just woken up and the fact that it was night time would be odd to any of the people in their little mutated circus group. "Eva over here was nice enough to give us the spring. We're getting outta here Mark." Just like I promised we would. Ester wasn't sure she had ever said the promise aloud, or that Mark had ever known that was her intention even, but it was. Now it was happening.

That was about the time that Mark's thoughts protruded into her own. Mark was awake now, there was no way in hell any of them would be able to get close enough to free him. "You have got to be kidding me..." She was right here! Mark was right in front of her, Eva had the key, and they wouldn't make it out because they couldn't get close enough to Mark to let him free. Ester hit her head once. How could she have been so stupid? Absent-mindedly she begun pacing and as she did sent a little mental message to Mark. "Mark, there's no other way than to get close."

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Evie and Mark Collab


Evie was surprised at how light the man was. Though he was thin and lanky, it should have been much more difficult for her to flip a full grown man over when he was dead weight like that. It caught her off guard as he thumped harder onto his back than she would have liked. Ester noticeable tensed up, seeming like she was bracing herself for something. Was there something Evie had done wrong? Would this man, Mark, be alright when he woke.

She carefully looked over him as he began to stir, still kneeling just a few inches from his shoulder on the dusty ground. She grabbed the liquid-soaked cloth the man had been laying on, and, when she faintly smelled the undeniable scent of chloroform, she balled it up and threw it as far away from them as she could. Which, knowing Evie's luck, was not far at all as it caught a breeze and drifted most of the way back. She heard a shout somewhere among the tents and her heart began to race, but it quickly faded to faint laughter. They needed to get a wiggle on. This place was giving her the jitters.

Her attention returned to the man, and she realized he was quite the rag-a-muffin. His hair hung in long, dirty tangles, his clothing, not to mention his face, looked like he had not washed in ages. One eye slowly blinked open, followed by the other. She realized then that she had moved him to an even more awkward position, his leg twisted uncomfortably as he tried unsuccessfully to sit up for a moment. His eyes landed on her and he started. Perhaps she should have said something so he would not have peen surprised.

The man quickly recovered his composure and said, "G'mornin', doll." His words were slurred and he still sounded very much drugged. "Mind telling me where I am? I don't recall noddin' off here."

Evie blushed slightly and stammered out, "Oh, well, I... I am not...." Before she could finish, the man convulsed slightly quickly noticing the others with Evie and greeting the two mutants. Thankfully, Ester explained and Evie did not have to. Her words sent a slight thrill down Evie's spine. "Eva over here was nice enough to give us the spring. We're getting outta here Mark." Evie smiled and nodded. Nothing could have convinced her that this was the wrong thing to do.

Seeing Ester's attention shift to the shackle that bound Mark to the post, Evie belatedly realized she was still grasping the ring of keys in her hand. Ester began worriedly pacing, and Evie realized they did not have the time to sit around and beat their gums. "Oh, right," she mumbled, somewhat embarrassed. She scooted over to Mark's ankle, looking through the keys until she found one that looked promising. "Just give me a sec and I'll get this right off," she said in a reassuring tone, leaning over his leg to get to the keyhole.
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An awed, open-mouthed smile broke on Mark's features at Ester's words and the nod from the other jane. They were leaving? Wow, that was brave! And he got to come along too. It was almost screwy! Where would they go. Hopefully somewhere . But with less people than this place had. He trusted Esther, so there was not a doubt in his mind that she wasn't feeding him a line, but then again he trusted most everyone so it was rather regular. But they were leaving! He didn't even realize that rationally he couldn't leave yet because he was still chained up tight to the post, he was just happy to go. Mostly because Ester looked happy, and if Ester looked happy it was a good thing. Mark had never really contemplated escaping, he'd have no where to go and his condition was too bad to be on his own anyway. He'd relegated himself to this place without a second thought.

The smile slid right off his face when two things happened nearly at the same time. A worried look crossed Ester's face, coupled with ominous words, and the girl came nearer. Mark flinched heavily as if he'd just been struck, and if his arms had been free they would have risen to cover his head. No, no, no, they couldn't come near him. he didn't want them there. The stress alone was enough to make his body convulse, but he didn't fall into the mindless throes of a seizure, he just curled up like a shelfish. "Don't hurt me." He cried out under his breath, unable to catch enough air into his lungs to make the words any louder.

She was still there though, leaning over his leg, and he struggled to get away, just in case the effects of her nearness were merely belated and would hit him at any second. The only thing he succeeded in doing was flip himself back over onto his face, nose digging into the dirt. The darkness of the ground was enough for him though, so he buried his face into the hard dirt as if it could protect him, body trembling violently.
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Evie was startled by Mark's panic, nearly falling back in her surprise, but instead she decided to hurry and get it over with. She had no intention of hurting him, so hopefully he would not panic any more than he just had. The poor man was trembling, as if she would beat him with the keys instead of setting him free. What kind of treatment had caused this reaction?

Without touching him, Evie deftly slid the key into the lock and turned it with a click. The shackle fell open, releasing the man's ankle as Evie let out a sigh and fell back onto her rear, looking around half scared that someone might have heard the clamor.
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The moment his foot hit the ground Mark made his best effort to escape, though nothing bad had happened yet. He managed to scoot himself a bit forward, rolling over onto his back again. His head spun as he managed to sit up after another bout of spasms abated. A dry sob caught in his throat, making him wheeze, and his silver eyes were wild as he stared at the girl, who'd fallen over onto her tail. He was still shaking violently as he tried to calm himself down. Nothing had happened. It was okay. He was okay. She was far enough away now that nothing bad could sneak up on him.

She hadn't known it would hurt him, that much was obvious by the look on her face, but Mark couldn't help but fear. What if she came nearer again? Though, nothing had happened. Which was strange. His fits had gotten worse over the years, he wasn't immune to any kind of nearness now, everyone set him twitching. The quiet voices were just so terrible. But...Mark racked his brains. He hadn't hear anything but the quiet murmurs of Happy, Ester, and the other fella, who were all far enough away that they didn't do more than agitate him a slight bit.

She was silent, he realized for the second time in twenty-four hours. A nearly silent laugh coughed from his lips, which were upturned again, though he was still quaking terribly. Wasn't that just the bee's knees? She was silent. Either that or he was going batty.

Mark moved to stand up, but his arms just tugged at the rope that bound his wrists behind him, making him grimace. Oh yeah, he'd forgotten about that. His wrists were actually beginning to throb from all the tugging he'd just put them through. He squirmed a bit before finding the strength in his legs to stand, trembling like a baby deer. He took an unsteady, tentative step towards the jane, an unsure look on his face.
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Evie still saw no one approaching, but she doubted their luck would hold for much longer. The terror on Mark's face made her heart hurt. She wanted to gather him in her arms and tell him it would be okay, like she did when one of her siblings had nightmares. This was neither the time or place, however, especially since she was the one who he was scared of at the moment.

For a moment, she thought there was a look of longing and disappointment on his features, but she thought it was probably just her imagination. He quickly began to look confused, then amused, as if he had not found something he expected and that pleased him. Evie had no clue what could be going through his mind, but at least he was not tied up and unconscious or scared stiff.

He tried to rise, hampered by his tied hands, before finally standing and taking a step towards her. She stood as well, looking at their little group a moment before saying, "Ummm, so...what's next?"

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Although he couldn't see her features properly in the dark he found her to be exceptionally intriguing to his eyes. There was a grace to her that she portrayed without even having to move. He looked for her because she was weighing on his mind more than his sore arm. Maybe it was selfish of him to choose to help her due to him taking a fancy to her but he didn't seem to be the only one who sought out someone in particular. Of course they also made an effort to rescue others along with them.

Her fingers looked so delicate and her hand was so cold. And his hands were unusually warm partly due to the fact that his heart was pounding from the adrenaline as a result of his constant concern for getting caught the longer that they were there. With her skin so cool he might have actually felt hot to the touch. Her accent sounded not just foreign but somewhat unnatural as if she was forcing it more than she should have. He let it go. There were more important things to concern himself with.

He didn't have any extra clothing to offer her and she was barely wearing enough to keep her warm. The only thing he could do was keep her close to him when they re-united with the group. At least until he could find her something to better cover herself.

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Her laughter came as a relief to him, at least he wasn't the only crazy one here. It didn't matter if she tried to deny it, they were both completely mad for this, absolutely loony, bonkers. For some odd reason though, and perhaps it was the lunacy or the adrenaline, but a tickling feeling was running up and down the inside of his stomach. Vaguely his mind was running through how he thought it was cute how she covered her mouth in her embarrassment and how she tilted her head with a smile, and mortified he tried to lock these observations away. It had to be the adrenaline, that's what made the most sense, it also must be what was making his face feel like hot coals.

Ezekiel found himself back in reality as soon as she moved off of him, the two of them sitting side-by-side in momentarily silence as their bodies processed that danger wasn't so imminent. Even if they were apart now the previous proximity still lingered, his skin still tingling from where her breath had landed, remembering each touch. He furrowed his brows as he stood, brushing the dirt off his cloths fastidiously despite not caring about getting dirty. Being incredibly hygienic was never a habit someone could really form in a travelling circus, no matter how well they were treated. Silently Ezekiel told himself that he could remember it all so clearly because of the rush, along with all those years that he went without close physical contact, being in a cage most of the time did that to people.

He found himself only nodding in response, stretching out his wings and wincing as his nerves delivered pain to his head. There were some spots that would need to be put into a splint, but it wasn't anything he couldn't manage for now. "Copacetic." His voice was quiet and his wings folded again, as if to demonstrate that he would be fine and that there was nothing for her to worry about. When they had a real shot of getting out of here alive he found himself hardly thinking about the pain at all, and it wasn't as if his wings were special to him, not to mention that he probably would have never been able to use them for flight in the first place. Rolling his shoulders Ezekiel stepped forward and onto the path, looking both ways before gesturing to where Mr.Torture had come from on that assumption that he wouldn't head back that way anytime soon.

Again was their world filled with nothing but the sound of their own footsteps. There was no time for his body to relax, everything felt tense as they walked through the circus, stopping to check pathways before advancing, avoiding brutes and guards alike. Every one of his muscles felt tight, wound up and ready to spring at the slightest noise or hint of danger, anything that would jeopardize his own freedom. Yet he still stood close to Avalin, keeping her in grabbing distance in case they needed to run. While she could most likely run faster then him (Thanks to having normal feet and all), she didn't know the layout of the circus. After all that she had done for him, leaving her behind was the last thing on his mind, and both of them would get out of this in one piece if he could help it.

It wasn't far now, and he would have kept on going if it wasn't for noise, voices, and he turned to Avalin with a perplexed countenance. What was with that racket? Even if it was hushed the noise was such a contrast to the stillness of the circus, and it obviously wasn't from anyone that they should be running from. His wings twitched as he recognized a couple of the voices and he changed his course, walking towards the sounds rather than away, thinking that if it was what he thought it was then there was nothing for him to worry about.

He wasn't wrong, but he wasn't quite right either. He saw Ester and Mark, as suspected, but there were two other people that he didn't recognize, and then another who he didn't expect to be there at all. "Well, aren't we a bunch of eggs?" He questioned, making their presence known among the others as he walked closer, specifically approaching Ester and Mark, who he was more comfortable with. For a few quick seconds he looked between the two that were foreign to him, and then glanced back to Avalin, his eyebrows raised. Maybe she hadn't come here alone after all? "Are they with you?" He whispered, hoping that it was true, because if they were her friends then at least he could trust them a little bit.

Ezekiel stopped beside Ester, and in his surprise he was unable to force himself to smile, only managing a nod. So this was a full blown operation? He had to admit, he was impressed, and perhaps they would have a better chance at breaking out of this joint with more people, more minds. He tried to not think of the possibility of all of them simply being a bunch of saps. "Hi." He greeted her bluntly and looked over to Mark, the skinny boy's hands still tied and his own eyes widening. If this was going to be a group effort they should be getting out of her soon. The longer they stayed in one spot the more change they had at getting caught, and he would fight tooth and nail to see that they didn't meet with such a wanweird.

With this in mind he stepped forward without a word, avoiding vocalization as a means to not draw more attention to themselves, along with hoping that logic and nonverbal communication would do. He pulled out the key Avalin had nicked and quirked one of his eyebrows, curious to know if it would work on the chain lock as well. Figuring there was only one way to find out the winged boy sent a brief look over to the other male before knelling down behind Mark, his eyes squinting in the dark shrouds of the night, searching for where the lock was. When he found it he reached forward and grabbed the shackles, not giving any verbal warning. Really, he didn't know how to act in this kind of situation at all. Ezekiel bit the inside of his cheek as he placed the metal shaped by heat into the lock, holding his breath as he turned it, awaiting a click or a dreadful resistance.

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Mark found himself calming down as he stared from Ester to the other girl. He was okay. He was gonna be okay. Nobody had hurt him and now his feet were free. hey could run now. The jane spoke, her voice unsure. Instinctively Mark's grey eyes turned towards Ester to answer the question the other girl had posed. Ester was a leader. She was smart. She knew everything, she'd know what to do next. He swayed on his feet, his balance just out of reach and his tied hands unable to steady him. But he didn't care at all and he barely noticed that his head was still spinning from his abrupt awakening. Before anyone could make any response to the girl's words, however, because just then Ezekiel approached with another jane by his side. Mark's countenance spread into a smile. This was turning out to be a right party indeed! The winged boy approached Ester after whispering something to the jane, who must have sprung him just as his new light-brown haired friend had set him free.

That made three humans, the two janes and a lad, who hadn't said anything. Mark turned his eyes to the lad to see what he was all about, and he didn't notice Zeke approaching him from behind until it was too late. The surprise literally knocked him off his feet, pain bursting in his mind. Though the other girl hadn't caused him any problems, he could feel what he'd missed in his last intimate encounter with another being. The half whispered visions of terrible things to come plagued his mind at winged lad's proximity. He fell hard on his knees just as his hands were freed, and he scrabbled a few centimetres away from his innocent assailant, arms rising to cover his face as his body seized, curling him inward and digging his shoulder into the ground.

His mouth was open as if he was screaming, but the only sound that emitted was a very soft whimper as he struggled with his body,which was urging his mind to go blank and let his form weather the fit on its own. But he couldn't. He could accidentally hurt Ester or the jane who'd sprung him. He couldn't do that. He couldn't. His body, though his mind was still conscious, instinctively lifted all the small objects around him, which were just a couple of rocks as all the people were much too large to lift up when he was in such a state. The small stones, which were mostly pebbles, with a cig butt in the mix, drew nearer, drawn to Mark's twitching form. They wavered as he to lay them back on the ground, his body resisting. His fingers, which were white as bone because he was clutching his face so lightly, jerked and twitched, and the young man gritted his teeth, moaning softly through them as his body strained in all directions at once. He might have been crying, he didn't know, his face was wet, but whether with sweat or tears it wasn't clear.

The blonde male writhed for what could have only been about thirty seconds, but felt like an eternity, and one of the smallest pebbles went shooting off like a bullet in the air. It would land in the grass thirty yards away. The rest of the objects trembled along with his shivering body, and very very slowly he forced them down to the ground and made them fall away from his mental grasp. He sobbed as his body twisted violently one last time, then he fell limp, his face pale and his eyes red with tears of pain. He lay that way, sprawled out on the ground and twitching slightly, for a moment, then he took a sharp breath and sneezed.

The sneeze seemed to surprise him and he sat up again, body trembling even more than it had before, and drew his sleeve across his face, wiping away the tears. He wanted to go to Ester, well, he wanted to go within arms length of Ester, which was as close as he could manage. Ester was safe. But Zeke was right there. Which meant that the he'd have to go to the second safest action. Curling up and closing his eyes and not opening them again until everyone was gone. But that was not a viable option. He had to be a brave boy now. He had to get up. They'd gone to the trouble to save him and he couldn't be weak now, he had to get up.

Carefully, with much trembling and grimacing, Mark pulled against his locked muscles and stood up, wobbling on his heels again. Though he looked on the verge of bursting into tears he summoned up a smile and looked at Ester, letting her know that he was alright. He could be brave, he could be strong, he wouldn't let Ester and his new friend who didn't broadcast any noise down. He wouldn't let Happy or the lad down. He wouldn't let Zeke and his friend down either. He would be fine. Just so long as no one got near him again.

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Hi hands were warm, which she liked, but she wasn't a fan of how close he was holding her. Clearly there was something more than simple charity going on here. Did he actually feel attracted to her?

Well, she didn't have a problem with that. Besides, it wasn't as if she returned the feelings. If he wanted to pine away for a mutated snake doll, then so be it. She could just milk him for what he was worth, the sap.

There was a slight commotion, judging from a sudden flair in body temperature from Mark. He typically did that whenever his powers were in use, Happy observed. Ester seemed to be taking care of it.

And of course, there was the winged boy. Happy could always sense him, with the extra heat spreading to his wings. Another was with him, and....was there...yet another? Happy couldn't tell, but if she had to hazard a guess, it would be the strange demon boy. With his cold skin, it was always difficult for her to pick him out.

Ester suggested leaving, which Happy immediately agreed with. Deciding to urge things on, she spoke softly, "I can sense someone coming. We'll need to leave now." While her statement wasn't exactly true, she could feel some people travelling in their general direction...it was a slight tweak necessary to move them along. And besides, if one of them happened to be Mr. Torture--which, at this point, was too far out of her range to tell for sure--well, everyone could use their imagination.

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Avalin Seranu


Avalin looked up with an alert look to her eyes as he whispered a question into her ear, and she nodded quietly with a grin. She stood a ways off to the side as Ezekiel strode over to a man who was obviously in chains, and inserted the pick into the lock in attempts to free him. It opened rather quickly, but the reaction the man had was far from gratefulness at that precise moment.

It looked as if Ezekiel had tortured the poor fellow and then shot him. It was not a pretty sight. A feeling of sympathy wrenched Avon’s insides, but she refrained from doing anything- obviously he had freaked out by the close proximity, or, at least that’s what Lynn deduced. He began writhing and sobbing, and finally, his form went completely limp, and for a moment she thought he might have had a seizure or passed out or something.

And then he sneezed, to which a huge grin couldn’t help curl into her lips. ’Aww, he’s just like a little cat!’ After that traumatic experience was over and the man seemed to calm down and get up, and smile at one of his friends, she took a small breath of relief.

His friend then spoke up, reminding Ava of the situation once again, ” "Is there any more of you? We need to regroup and get a wiggle on if we ever plan on getting out of here." Avalin joined the group, making sure to stay away from the strange man as to not upset him again. “Nope, this is all of us. Let’s get going.” She smiled, though it faltered when Jack came on the scene with the snake-girl Evie had told her about, and she said that there was someone coming.

With all that had happened tonight, she most definitely was not going to question anything, and she set off once again herself towards the direction of where the three had come in. She paused and turned around with another good-natured smile, and called out to the others. “Well, you guys coming?”