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Torture Circus

Torture Circus

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It is the year 1925, in a world where Circus' use mutants as a way to make money. The world may seem bleak to a certain group of mutants, but with the help from a few humans, they all might be able to find the life they are searching for.

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Introduction

Note: This work is partly inspired from a Homestuck AU called Runawaystuck. While the roleplay has nothing to do with the AU, or Homestuck, I better give credit when credit is due. This roleplay is a revamp of an original roleplay I ran a year ago, edited and fixed for your roleplaying pleasure!

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It's the 1920s, a time where freak shows were not only widespread, but they were a popular form of entertainment. Normal people viewing others outside of the norm wasn't only fun, it was encouraged, and hardly anyone saw wrong in it. The Torture Circus, owned by Mr.Torture himself, is known for it's incredible Freakshow, that includes mutants never thought to be seen before! They travel all over the USA, stopping for only a week in each destination. They charge fifty cents for admission, and are always open Friday to the following Wednesday, where you can attend from eleven in the morning to seven in the evening!

Many people are here by choice; they might work as acrobats, jugglers, animal tamers, and so on. These are the normal ones. Others are here because they have no where else to go, and then there are those that are forced to stay because of their value. You see, there are people that are born into this world with rare anomalies; they're known as mutants, and freaks. Some resemble beasts, others are born with great psychic powers, and few even have abilities that are reminiscent of the devil himself. They have been ostracized, society has shut them away and many are killed just for what they are. The mutants are often orphans, as no sane person would keep a child like that. The Circuses though, accepted them with open arms, to make an amazing profit. Others however are captured and kidnapped by bounty hunters. They are forced to work for these Circuses, and have little freedom. All people regarded as 'property' to the Circus are branded in some way, with the individuals from the Torture Circus being branded with a 'T' on the top of their left hand.

Torture Circus holds the largest amount of Anomalies in the United States. The circus is run by Mr.Torture, it's a business that has been in his family for a couple of generations, but has reached it's peak all because of his cunning and lack of sympathy. The mutants in his circus are almost always under watch, and are often chained by their ankles in staff tents between shows if they don't behave themselves. They're locked in their trailers at night, which may prove to be harder to escape from than first presumed. They are not treated very well, even here, and receive lashings when they misbehave.

Despite all of this, the world seems to be blind of the mistreatment. Many would even agree with it. The life for these people are unfortunate, and they rarely escape this life. But a few of these mutants will get a chance at freedom. A small group of teenagers are coming to the circus, and they will get the feeling that none of this is quite right. They will come for them at night, and help release them. Though they will not leave alone, together the group will flee throughout the country, looking for freedom, but ultimately might meet their deaths.

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So, this takes place in the mid 1920s, or to be specific, 1925, in a city called Hallowbrook in Illinois, north of Chicago. So, time period acceptable stuff. If you are unfamiliar with the 20s, here are some links that you can skim through to help you out.

This site briefs you of the culture, and is easy to look through.

A list of slang. Probably one of the funnest things about this.

What are people wearing? Well, here you go. Shows several examples of what people wear in the 1920s, from womens pleated skirts to waistcoats.

The hardcore wikipedia page.

Yep, we're in a time of prohibition. The national ban on the sale, manufacture, and transportation of alcohol, in 1920 to 1933. More information at the wiki page if you're interested, but it's not necessary.

The roleplay will focus in on the group of human and mutant teenagers. It'll start and go something like this: The group of humans will visit the circus. They have all known each other since childhood. (Maybe two of them are siblings? Maybe person A is friends with person B and C, but B and C hate each other? Those things are up to you, and please feel free to thrown in any ideas!) They come to the circus, and see the mutants, some performing, and some on display. Perhaps at first they are shocked or amazed, but they do realize something about the show. Maybe by catching one in the eye, or seeing something odd happening on accident, but they get the feeling that these people being treated like this is wrong. Later the group decides to go back late at night, and break some of the freaks free. Though they soon learn that the mutants have no idea how to survive outside of the circus on their own, and depart with them. Together they will all runaway, throughout the country. They head towards to the East coast after they hear that England may pass a new law that gives mutants more rights, and the ability to live outside of the circus trade and lifestyle. They will encounter bounty hunters, hate, discrimination and other obstacles on their journey. All while trying to find freedom and and enjoy life, while attempting to maintain a low profile.

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Mutations.
These are NOT superpowers. They are mutations, biological factors that have changed the people they effect. There are a few types of mutations, separated into three categories.


Psychic : The most common mutation, and the easiest to hide. They are also more socially accepted than the other types. There's a large variety, and some are stronger than others. They are a result of mental enhancement, which allows them to tap into what other humans can't reach - auras, the spirit world, and sometimes even the ability to see the future, or past. A number of psychics have more than one ability. Although the more abilities one has the weaker each one is, and the less they have the stronger each ability is.

These may include:
Aura Reading - Perception of the energy fields surrounding people, places, and things.
Clairvoyance, second sight - Perception outside the known human senses.
Divination - Gaining insight into a situation via a ritual.
Energy medicine - Healing by channeling a form of energy.
Mediumship or channeling – Communicating with spirits.
Precognition, premonition and precognitive dreams - Perception of events before they happen. (If you chose this, I'll be keeping in contact with you for main plot events for your character to see before they happen, though you may use this for your own events/plots/etc.)
Telekinesis - Manipulation of matter or energy by the power of the mind. Basically, they manipulate their aura to move objects without touching them with their bodies.
Psychometry or psychoscopy - Obtaining information about a person or object.
Retrocognition - Perception of past events.
Telepathy - Transfer of thoughts or emotions.
..etc. These are pre-approved ideas, but if you come up with something that's not here, it may be accepted.

BOTH SPOTS TAKEN FOR MAIN MUTANT CAST WITH PSYCHIC MUTATION

Beastly: These mutations are often the hardest to hide, as they heavily influence physical appearance. They give the people born with them features similar to a single, certain type of animal. They are also the most common mutants to be killed, since they appear less human, and their mothers very rarely survive giving birth to them. There are no mixes, or fantasy animals included. They are often not as severe as being 'full furry', or as minor as just 'cat ears and tail'.

For example, a feline mutant wouldn't have human ears, but they would have feline ears in that exact place, instead of on top of their head. Their spine would be longer and they'd have a tail, but often their feat and sometimes their arms will also take on animal like traits. Teeth often also take the beastly trait, eyes are often effected, and others things may be effected as well. For the sake of it I'd highly recommend not being an aquatic beast-mutant. You can't exactly run away without legs.

BOTH SPOTS TAKEN FOR MAIN CAST WITH BEASTLY MUTATION, NO OPENINGS

Dæmon: Dæmon mutants are the rarest type, and most feared. They often have mutations that better themselves, and can be even used for ill use. They have biological properties that change their bodies in a way that's more chemical than physical or mental. Many people regard mutants as demons, or the children of demons, but they regard Dæmon mutants as children of the Devil himself. The only reason why they have a lower murder rate than the Beastly type is because of how afraid most people are of them.

Some can breath even without oxygen, or even in water. Some don't have to breath for hours, and have lipds that store oxygen for several hours. Some dæmons have skin that can spark, and light fire. Even snapping for these mutants can create a flame. Rapid healing, firebreathing, camouflage, superhuman endurance, agility, senses, strength, vision and so on. These are only some examples, as the range is very large, but undocumented.

BOTH SPOTS TAKEN FOR MAIN MUTANT CAST WITH DÆMON MUTATION, NO OPENINGS

So here's what we NEED


Note: These are the main positions, so one only for each user!

AT LEAST 2 but MAXIMUM 4 regular human teenagers.
-They ought to be around 15-18 years of age.
-Each need a reason for being able to run away, and leave their life behind. Add that in their bio.

3 Spots Taken, 1 spot Open

AT LEAST 3 but MAXIMUM 6 mutant teenagers.
-They ought to be around 13-19 years of age
-They're mutants, some have amazing abilities because of it, but they don't have super powers. Their mutation must be reasonable and there can only be one of each, unless they have the psychic mutation, then they may have up to three. But remember, the more psychic abilities they have, the weaker each one is.
-Most of them have been in the circus for most of their lives, making the majority of them uneducated. While plenty can read and write okay, it'd be rare to find one who's good at math.

6 Spots Taken, 0 OPEN

Other Characters


Note: You may have multiple characters in this category! Most of these types are just going to be NPCS controlled by me for plot reasons, but you can go for it you really want to.

Bounty Hunters
-These people hunt mutants to sell them to others for a profit. They are part of a slave trade, remember that.
-Must be at least 18.
-Some do work in pairs/groups, if you wish to form one with others.
-These will show up sooner, but not at the beginning of the roleplay. Keep in mind they're not the main focus and can't always be fucking shit up.

Friendly Humans
-People that help the group out as they move throughout the country.
-These are very minor roles and won't last long, and won't show up until much later.

Angry Mutants
-These are mutants that hate humans for out-casting them in society and letting their kind be treated like cattle.
-Will try to break the group up and adding the mutants to their army, very manipulative and may seem helpful, but will fill the heads of the mutants with doubts and tell them the humans don't really care about them and will eventually betray them.

Character Application


Code: Select all
Full Name:
Optional Nickname:
Age:
Gender:
Sexual Orientation:
Stage Name:(If your character is a circus performer, they might have one of these.)
Species: (For the lack of a better word. Human, or mutant. If mutant, what type)
Role: (Main or Minor)

Image: HD Drawing or Photograph. Preferred but not required
Appearance: (At least a basic description of their Physical Appearance + Clothing. Also, due to the setting, I'm going to have to ask for realistic hair colors. I guess something bizarre wouldn't be too bad if it corresponded with the character's mutation. As for eye color, the same applies.)
Mutation: (What is you mutation, and other details.)
Act: (If you have one, what is your circus act.)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Quirks:
Fears:
Skills:
Biography:
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)


(With code credit to Temperance)


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    Stage Name (If your character is a circus performer, they might have one of these.), Species (For the lack of a better word. Human, or mutant. If mutant, what type),
    Role (Main or Minor)[/size][/b][/center]


    [left][img]HD Drawing or Photograph. Preferred but not required.[/img][/left]
    [center][b]{Appearance}[/b]
    (At least a basic description of their Physical Appearance + Clothing. Also, due to the setting, I'm going to have to ask for realistic hair colors. I guess something bizarre wouldn't be too bad if it corresponded with the character's mutation. As for eye color, the same applies.)

    [b]{Mutation}(Optional)[/b]
    (What is you mutation, and other details.)

    [b]{Act}(Optional)[/b]
    (If you have one, what is your circus act.)

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    [left][color=#0E90AA][b]%[/b][/color] Quirk3 (Opt.)[/left]

    [b]{Skills}[/b]
    [b]#[/b] Skill1
    [b]#[/b] Skill2
    [b]#[/b] Skill3
    [b]#[/b] Skill4 (Opt.)
    [b]#[/b] Skill5 (Opt.)

    [b]{Biography}[/b]
    (Biograhpy)[/center]

    [b]{Relationships}[/b]
    (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]


~Presented by Carnation Evaporated Milk~

Toggle Rules

1. I will not tolerate one liners. There is a 300 word minimum. Please keep in mind what your character is thinking, looking like, their surroundings, what they're seeing, what they're hearing, feeling, and so on when writing a post. Of course you do not have to touch upon all these subjects each time you post, since no one needs to read how they're sitting on a red chair one thousand times.

2. I shouldn't need to say this, but all basic roleplaying rules apply. This mean no god modding, power playing, meta gaming, or mary or gary stus.

3. Also, there is a main plot line, which you and your characters will influence. Their actions will change what will happen, but you're not restricted to what I set out for you. You can make things happen as well, and create plots and points that will enrich the roleplay. Feel free to message me anytime if you want to run something by me. I really am friendly, promise!

4. Write in third person.

5. Nothing explicit, as in, sex. Romance is fine, it can be great and help the plot. Roleplaying kissing and other simple stuff like that is fine, but once things get too steamy please time skip over it or just stop, as there really is no need for it at all. Also, try and be more realistic of your romance developments, no one likes a boring cut and dry love story! Try to be original, and remember that they are running for their lives in a society that is discriminative and violent.

6. Don't join if you're not going to play. If you're going to pick a more major role, and you end up never starting or ditching without telling me, I will find you. I will send inactive people messages to check up on you. Please keep me informed of your schedule if it changes, like if you're busy with studies or work and can't get on so often, or if you'll be going away for a bit for whatever reason. I am a bloody serious game master, and I not only expect this roleplay to run for months, but I look to see it finished. This requires corporation and collaboration, and I would appreciate both from you. :)

7. Remember, time appropriate. We can't have punk characters in the 1920s. No ipods, no AC/DC, anything that's out of the Heteronormitive isn't spoken about in public, women are still facing heavy discrimination (Though, they are now wearing pants and such.), and so on and so forth. I'm not saying you can't have a gay character, or a masculine girl, go right ahead. Just keep in mind that in the 1920s people weren't often happy about things that venture away from the normal standards.

8. Try to be mindful of other roleplayers. It can be okay to go back forth a bit between another person, but remember that there are others roleplaying as well, and it's just not cool to leave behind a a few pages of just the two of you.

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Torture Circus
Saturday. August 15th, 1925
14:00 P.M


The day was bright, hot with a light breeze moving through the city. Many people have chosen to wear loose fitting clothes for such a day, but others were stuck in thicker, professional attire. The city of Hallowbrook was more active than usual, holding a unique energy that comes with a hosting a famous circus in town. Businesses were booming, many people from surrounding towns have come just because of the rare occasion. The chance to see with their own eyes the talented and bizarre members of the group of a misfits was too tempting to pass up. The hotels were booked, restaurants were packed and the local speakeasies wouldn't have to worry about money issues for quite awhile for their stay.

But if you really wanted to be in the center of all this energy, then you better hurry and get in line. Even several blocks away you could see the large, colorful striped tents that rose taller than the trees in the city's largest park. Booths, stands, stalls and trailers alike filled the property. Yet by far the most exciting attraction to the event were the people themselves. There were clowns that covered their faces in paint, women with large beards, a man who could lift a car. People here could preform acts that may shock their audience; showing off coordinated flying through the air, or a blind man who threw knives at a lovely assistant, and exotic animals that would jump through rings of fire.

For many people in the area, it was unlike anything they have ever witnessed in their entire lives. Even walking through the circus gave them a sense of magic, as if they had stumbled upon a completely different world by accident. They were surrounded by the strange, people who weren't tied down by the norms of society and lived so differently than what was expected of them. The feeling consumed them, and squeezed coins and dollars out of their pockets. Odd wares and food tempted the guests, not to mention opportunities that seduced them to take part in the madness. A photo with a group of grown men that were only three feet tall, to touch a tiger, participate in a dazzling magic tricks were all used to get the patrons to empty their wallets and purses.

Like the entertainment they gave, everything about the Torture Circus was an act. It may live up to it's name too well; too many of the smiles of the workers were fake, hiding the weary, tired and fearful emotions within. It was true that many people were here by choice, to live a life that wasn't bound to the rules the average American was forced to uphold. However, the vast majority were stuck here for more unfortunate reasons. To escape a life of poverty, to get away from an abuser, and orphans that had no where else to go would name a few. The Circus would treat them well as long as they behaved. You would get a roof over your head, a family, food. It may not make up for the exhausting work hours, or from being exploited and mistreated by both the higher ups and the guests, not to mention the safety risks and health hazards. Nevertheless, it's not like they could easily leave this life.

This was exceptionally true for the people that were more abnormal than the rest. Anomalies, abominations, children of demons are just a few words that are used to describe them. Although, most of the time they are simply known as mutants, the true freaks of this world. With appearances and abilities that deviate from the usually human code, there was literally no where else for them to go if they couldn't find a way to hide what made them so different. If they were to escape, they were to be dragged right back to their 'home', battered and broken if needed.

So amongst the happy customers were people who were treated no better than animals. They were put on display, amused the masses, all while being gawked at and having harsh, mocking words thrown at them. Threats hung above them, away from the circus they would be murdered, and here they would be beaten if they so much showed a hint of disobedience. Yet it was all okay to the people who payed to witness the foreign creatures, it wasn't like they were human or anything. The fear of the unknown had taken over them. If it couldn't be understood, then it was better off dead, with making use out of them through slave labor and entertainment being the next best thing.

Families, friends, couples and individuals all stood in line to experience the delirium that was the Torture Circus. It was seen as a wholesome affair, something you should show and teach your children if you could. No one was going to stop it, and the cycle would go on. As groups started to stand up to obtain equal rights, the people trapped within a world of cheap tricks were ignored, and it would never be any different.

That is, unless, you want it to be.

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Ezekiel Felton
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The clock was already starting to tick past two, it was the second day of work in this town, and Ezekiel was already fed up with it all. He had been apart of the circus for as long as he could remember, thanks to being sold to it while he was still an infant, yet no matter how many years past by the boy never grew used to it. The stares from their customers prickled his skin, and that wasn't the worst of it. Having them point him out and loudly talk about what made him different, a freak, a monster continuously haunted him. Even if he told himself that nothing they said was true it would come back to him in his nightmares.

Honestly, he hated himself at times. The way his legs morphed into thick, black, dry flesh that ran across awkward, thin feet; feet with only four long toes, one of them located on the back, and there was a talon on each end. Learning how to walk had been difficult for him, he remembered barely being even to walk across the room when other children would be running around for hours. Then there were the feathered covered wings that jutted out of his back, crooked and bulky they had no use and was always getting in the way. Despite knowing how much it would hurt, he had days where he would contemplate getting them cut off completely. But then he would be no use to the circus, and he'd be on the streets where he'd either starve or be killed.

When he was younger and more naive, Ezekiel had thought that he could somehow manage to live outside of this place. That somehow he would find the money, the food, the shelter to live. Time and time again he was dragged back here, and soon enough such a thing became only a foolish dream. He had come to terms with the reality of the situation, the world didn't want people like him in it unless they were going to exist to entertain them. Something that didn't help was that even if that majority of his life had been painful and brutally unfair, he did not want to die and instead he clung to life and the precious few good moments in it. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed the Torture Circus to survive.

The brunette quickly finished off his cup of water. As cruel as this place was, Mr.Torture wasn't a moron. He understood that his slaves 'employees' couldn't work like machines. If they were good, then they would be rewarded with the essentials to live and without undergoing punishment. Zeke had been on break after finishing a trapeze performance, an act that was nearly traumatizing in his early years. But walking across a thin rope was now a bit peaceful, so long as he managed to ignore the stares and chatter of the audience below. He was good at it, he had to be since they didn't use a net for his act to make it a bit more 'swanky' and 'exciting'. Besides, only then would he find himself not minding if he fell, even if it was too his death. He still didn't want to die, but the thought of falling during an accident while performing sounded a lot more serene than the other ways he could go. Plus, the faces of the heartless crowd would be priceless, with his final moments being branded into their minds forever.

There was no doubt that his tightrope act was a gift compared to the other acts that some of the mutants had to undergo. There was Sam, who had to break out of a coffin and be forced to stay underwater for several minutes. He had come to the circus when Zeke was eight, and the two hadn't really spoken to each other much, but he didn't mind the other mutant. Then there was Happy, she occasionally had to charm snakes even if she had quite a fear of them. There was also the sexual exploitation of her, such things never sat well with him. He didn't think they got on very well though, as if their personalities just didn't work together well.

Not everyone had to perform such a taxing act though. Ester was assigned to entertain by doing several things with her telepathy, which was simple enough. The girl was one of the few people that he actually felt that he could trust, even if it was just a little bit. She's both kind and tough, and he was under the impression that things between them was pretty good, or at least decent. Mark's act wasn't so bad either, though it certainly could become dangerous if he lost control, or worse. The winged boy wouldn't call them friends, or anything of the like, but the telekinetic was nice enough and he had no problem with him.

Ezekiel looked over to the pocket watch that had been left on one of the wooden tables. It was nearing the time where he was supposed to head to the freak show tent and spend some time in a cage, letting people get all up-close and personal with him. He'd rather be several feet in the air. There was no attempt at dragging out his break though, it would only backfire, so the boy stood and walked back outside. The heat of the sun was warm and he was thankful for the summer heat. Things could get too cold when he was constantly stuck in clothes like the ones he currently wore; a short sleeved, white button down with holes in the back for his wings with black trousers that had been rolled up to his knees and pinned in place.

He groaned and rubbed his temple, feeling a headache come on as he walked towards the red and blue striped tent. There were too many people around him, all talking, all pointing, but thankfully no one dared to touch him. The assumption that he had a disease of all things wasn't always so bad, so long as it prevented these people from laying their grubby fingers all over him.

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Torture Circus-Staff Tent


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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[ Torture Circus - Aquatic Tent ]


The circus schedule and even the less than pleasant performances had become routine. Sickeningly routine - carried out with the enthusiasm of an automaton. Hell, that was probably something they could add to his reputation: emotionless. Samael wasn't, but he could easily be mistaken for such. He went through his acts like a trained dog going through the same tricks all its life. Obedient and passive as ever... but with no effort to hide the utter boredom coating his pale features. Or perhaps it could only be described as boredom for lack of any other visible emotion there.

Floating underwater in a tank was pretty easy, in itself. Sometimes Samael even found he almost enjoyed it, since it was a half an hour of peace and relative solitude - at least, it felt like solitude when water and glass kept him from everyone else. The water made the noise of the watching crowds just a murmur as if in the back of his mind, and whenever he opened his eyes, their faces were blurred, which was fine by him. He didn't like meeting people's eyes. They gave him all manner of funny looks when he did. He didn't like funny looks... or being looked at at all. But submerged in the tank, he could float effortlessly, shut his eyes, and just about fall asleep if it was quieter. It was being pulled out of the tank, when his legs were reunited with solid ground and his skin met the open air, that was the unpleasant part.

Outside the tank, circus patrons stepped close to the glass to peer in at him occasionally, but mostly milled around the rest of the tent. Samael's was not the only tank here - a couple of others, somewhat larger ones, displayed an aquatic mutant and a bizarre fish, neither of which looked much happier than him. With scales and fins and bright colors, they drew the eyes of the crowd for longer, though many patrons would turn to check on Samael periodically. After all, he appeared perfectly human compared to the other two on display - and most significantly, he was tethered to the bottom of his tank, unable to swim up for air as the other mutant did from time to time, and was even displayed shirtless so patrons could see his torso and throat were bare of gills. The fishier mutant didn't have gills, but considering the rest of her it certainly seemed a possibility.

The youth's bare top exposed a distinctly underweight frame - though not yet a skeleton, many bones could be made out beneath the pale flesh. A few faded scars crossed his back, and yet more lay concealed by bandages that floated about his arms. The cloth was dirtied and bloodied... but by the time his breath-holding act had rolled around, Samael's wounds from the morning coffin act had mostly healed, or at the least scabbed over.

Dark eyes flickered open to stare emptily out one side of the tank, causing some onlookers to jump slightly. While his eyes were shut, Samael could have been unconscious or already drowned for all anyone knew.... except for those brief signs of life that continued throughout the half an hour he was submerged. He was an eerie sight floating so serenely underwater. His fair skin and white hair almost gave off a glow in the dim lighting of his tank, giving him a ghostly, ethereal appearance, and his unnervingly hollow gaze only added to the look.

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(Torture Circus- Staff Tent)


The voices outside of the tent were loud and distinct: joy, wonder, amazement. None of them felt pity, none felt anything that could comfort Ester. She put her finger through the thin sheet that seperated her from them. Her from the civilians. That was what she called anybody that wasn't in the circus. She had many names for them. Normal, passers, human. She liked calling them civilians more than humans, saying that was suggesting she wasn't human. But she was, wasn't she? Of course she was, she looked human.

She looked curiously at the mirror beside her, turning to face it completely. She looked human. Her face was normal, and her dark make-up concealed whatever ugly face hid behind it. Her eyes would sometimes betray her facade but it was fully concealed today, she did a good job. Happy happy Ester, always happy and sweet. Surely she had to be human, with feelings like these.

As she walked away, the strings on her dress swished around. Ester highly doubted they were called strings but she didn't know the actual name of them. All she new was her dress was covered by the red things and they tended to move around the more she walked. She felt overly dressed, yet, she always felt that way before a performance. Today she was wearing a bright red dress with gloves to match that went up to her elbows, a headband with a red feather attached to it, and black high heels. If she could without being scolded she would go on stage in simple sportswear, or not go on stage at all. But she could do neither. If only she could-

Her thought was cut off by somebody yelling close by outside the tent. "That's a lot of balony!" She heard a young voice say. Peeking outside of the tent she saw a little boy yelling at a kid about twice his size. This kid had enough weight on him to suffocate the poor boy, but he still would not back down. "Sorry kid, I don't have time to talk, now beat it." The boy would not back down though.
"That's my money!" The older boy sneered, and pushed the kid to the ground. Ester didn't even think before she rushed out to help the boy up.

"Are you okay?" She asked as she pulled the boy up. He sniffled a bit but wiped his nose and said, "Yeah, I'm fine." She turned to the older one. Even though he had to be a few years below her age he slicked back his hair and said, "Hey doll, sorry you had to see that." She frowned at him and could hear the thoughts in the back of her head. But she ignored them and placed a thought of her own in his head.
Apologize to the boy and give him back his money.
His eyes widened in suprise that shifted into terror then finally into awe. But the thought she caught was not the kind somebody would take kindly.
Freak
Before she could say anything to him he turned tail and ran, taking the money with him. She sighed. "So much for helping," and went back inside the tent.
I'm not a freak, she thought, almost like she was trying to reach out to everybody and convince them of it. But nobody else heard, and the end she didn't even convince herself.

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[Torture Circus-On the Move]



Mark sat up abruptly, the muscles connecting his left shoulder to his neck convulsing, drawing his entire arm up in a swift motion. He blinked and the muscle convulsed again, this time with a bit less anger. The fits were getting worse, the heat made his body fatigued and not able to resist the spasms. And it didn’t help that he wasn’t getting enough water in his diet. The messy young bloke stood up slowly, his body trembling slightly. He was exhausted and he didn’t know where he was. Looking down at the ground to walk, the blonde noticed that his clothes were utterly rumpled and dirty. Bleck. He slapped at his clothes and dust clouded around him. He fidgeted, and they fell straight again. There he looked presentable again.”There we are.” He said thickly, his tongue heavy still. Now on to the matter of his current whereabouts. To discover that he’d have to remember what he’d been doing before he woke up just now.

Absentmindedly the scraggly youth floated a handful of pebbles as he strained to remember. It was about midday now, and he knew that his workday didn’t start now, and this certainly wasn’t a place he usually woke up. Unless, of course, he’d broken down this morning. That would make sense, considering all the aftershocks he was currently suffering through, mostly on his facial plane. The muscle around his eyelids was a popular place for the convulsions, and his neck, which made his head jerk to one side for a second. Moving around in the summer usually did such things to him, and this summer was especially trying. And they put him way off in the back of their setup, away from anything he could damage or pick up and hurl. So that was where he was.

Luxuriously Mark stretched, pulling his muscles until they stopped jerking around. He needed to get back now. He had a faint idea that if he kept up all the breakdowns and seizures he’d soon be out of a job. And out of a body too. The thought sent chills down his spine. His act wasn’t very popular anyway, no more than usual, so he wasn’t particularly valuable, and he had a strong feeling that the seizures would only driving his worth down. But how to get across the crowds to where he was supposed to be? Mark stepped out of the makeshift structure and looked around, squinting in the sun. There was no one around at the moment, probably for the best, but a few metres away, just out of the range of his powers, was a pile of wooden boards. They’d do well enough. He paced forward grudgingly enough; it was good he’d just had a bit of a rest because it always took a lot out of him, but hell if it wasn’t great fun to fly.

The board was too narrow to sit on, and it was a bit soggy, but it would do well enough. Mark stared at it for a moment and it leaped suddenly in the air, shaking itself off before hovering a few centimeters off the ground. He jumped on it and groaned as it tugged at his mind. He wasn’t very heavy, but it was still rather painful to carry anything heavier than a kilo. He lined his feet up a few centimeters away from each other, right against the edges of the board, and held his hands out at his sides. He lifted one, and the board struggled up a metre, then another metre, and then it jumped to about twice his height and started forward. His shoulders shook slightly as he kept himself perfectly upright and scudded through the air, the front of his skull starting to ache already. The board creaked quietly; it was not pleased with the weight on it, its place on the refuse pile warranted by its poor constitution.

Impatiently Mark bowed his head and the board increased its speed at the cost of a bit of his balance, but the grin on his face made up for the discomfort. He rose a bit higher as he returned to the more populated part of the setup, trying to avoid rushing over large crowds of people just in case he did fall. Of course, it would kill neither party if he happened to tumble; he was too light to do any damage to the guests, and they would cushion his descent. Of course, then they’d be severely unhappy with him, and that’d be quite distasteful.

A few people noticed him, looking up and shouting something or nudging companions and pointing, but Mark was fully focused and didn’t wave as he normally would. He took a round-about way back to the staff tent; from there he could just walk wherever he needed to go with only a little trouble, but the board didn’t seem to like the idea. As he was approaching the tent, he could see Ester disappearing back inside its arms, the board let out a whine. It had been sagging slightly under his feet, and suddenly it splintered right in the middle, where Mark was standing. He had time to go into a rapid descent, but the board crackled before he’d managed to make it halfway down, and he plummeted, landing in a curled ball and rolling back out onto his knees and then his feet. The carcass of the board still hung above his head, almost as if staring at him smugly.

For a little way away a child started clapping amused by his tumble, and Mark smiled at it and waved. It waved back until its mother grabbed it by the hand and tugged it away. Children were cute in that they didn’t have any worry, any foul premonition surrounding them. Mark stood, staring at the tent for a moment before ducking inside, the boards trailing after him. His head was beginning to ache but the excited pumping of his heart offset the pain. He spotted Ester quickly and grinned, moving over to her. He stopped a few meters away.

“Lo, Ester. Did I miss anything?” The muscles in his mouth didn’t want to work right and as he spoke the left one decided to stop altogether for a moment. In result he sounded quite drunk. The board halves caught up to him as he stood and began bumping against his shoulder as if wishing to be put down on the ground again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Avalin Seranu


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

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

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

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

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

“So what are we doing first??”

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Ezekiel Felton
(Torture Circus - Freak Show Display Tent)


Their down time was over, and now many of the mutants were taking the places of perfectly 'human' freaks. Though they were still human like the rest of the billion or so people out there, ones without such bizarre birth defects liked to look at them as if they were less than human, like animals, cattle. He waved to a woman who had a talent of swallowing swords, she'd been around here longer than he had, and though she rarely talked he liked to think of her as something of an older sister. He had lived here his entire life, of course he was going to start applying family dynamics to the people he had called this living hell a 'home'.

He peeled back the back entrance to what was known as the 'Freak Show Tent', rubbing the brand over his left hand subconsciously upon his entrance. On the outside the tent was striped with blue and red, but the inside was rather dark, with a white background. Ezekiel had always assumed the worn decor had something to do with making them even more eerie, and mysterious to their guests. It was lit with lanterns and candles, Christmas stringed lights were held above, stretched around the walls. Almost imminently he was herded towards his usual cage, a trailer of sorts, once used to transport tigers or similar animals from state to state.

The tent was connected to a few others, all in relation to those named mutants. There was a number of performance tents, focused on individual performances, such as Happy's snake charming act. They were all put into categories, here were those that just sat around behind bars, as if they were barbaric monsters that needed to be restrained. Then there was the aquatic tent, connect towards the left, full of tanks, marine mutants and Sam occasionally. Not to forget there was the tent that showed off younger mutants; babies, toddlers, young children who were exploited just like their elders. He had heard when he was the age was when he gathered most of the attention, he imagined an infant with wings was quite a sight to see back in the day.

Soon he was settled in his current cage, it wasn't nothing large, but he could at least stand up properly. He let his wings stretch, their tips peeking out of the bar. They snapped back and folded when a child tugged on one of his feathers. The small pig-tailed girl ran away with tears in her eyes at both the sudden action and his cold glare. That was also something he would never take kindly to - people grabbing onto his wigs or tugging at them, it was all too uncomfortable and left him without much control. Also, he plain out didn't enjoy people touching him, especially strangers that came only to gawk at them. Who he assumed to be the girls father came over and kicked the trailer, rocking it, but Ezekiel only regained his balance and sent the man a scathing look as well.

It was getting harder and harder for him to care. It's true that this life and everything about it still irritated him, but he was no longer as angry as he once was. More than anything he was bitter, and had lost a lot of his hope. Ezekiel settled down the the floor, crossing his legs in front of him, ignoring the way people pointed out the way his legs and feet looked. Yeah yeah, he knew already, they were like a birds. Shocker. He rubbed the back of his neck, agitated, before running his hand through his hair and setting it back down on the ground. As ordered, he stretched out his wings, though made sure they didn't get too close to the bars. It wasn't a hard task, considering not only were the feather were cut to prevent flying, they were also crooked, and rather short.

Above all he felt tired, the days were too long, and the nights were too short. His eyes fluttered shut, and he tried to block out the noise of the people around him. If he really did try to sleep he'd be punished, though no harm could come from pretending that everything around him wasn't real, just for a moment. The only good days where when they were traveling, and this week couldn't pass by soon enough.

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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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[ Torture Circus - Aquatic Tent ]


Samael had a rather poor sense of time. Spending much of his life sitting around doing nothing had done that for him; he could have floated in the tank for half an hour or three hours and it wouldn't have made much difference to him.

But considering he never looked forward to getting out, the half an hour he was submerged often went by quickly.

Two of his 'handlers' approached the tank. The circus employed a number of heavily-built men who helped with various tasks around the place, and a few of such men were assigned to move Samael around when the time came for it. One of the two now at his tank moved onto a small step ladder to open the top of the tank, tapping on the glass to be sure he got the mutant's attention, and then dropping the key to Sam's shackles into the water. Samael's gaze drifted to the key as it floated down before him, and he extended a hand to catch it with practiced ease. Using the shackles at his ankles as an anchor to pull himself down with, he crouched toward the bottom of the tank to unlock himself. A turn of the key and a distinct click that resounded underwater, and he was free to float to the surface, key in hand.

He did not gasp for air as might be anticipated upon breaking the surface. Breathing after going without air for extended periods of time was not easy, and the sudden use of his lungs where they had held still for so long was uncomfortable. As soon as his arms reached out to clutch the edges of the tank, the handler beside him on the step ladder grabbed him to haul him out; the handler being very strong and Samael being very light, it was an easy feat to sweep him out of the tank and carry him to the ground, where both handlers swiftly moved to grab onto either side of him - not only as a means of restraining him, but also to be sure he could stand and walk, as after not doing so for half an hour it took a few minutes for Sam to get his footing again. The muscles in his legs shuddered at the sudden pressure of standing, and they might've given out under him if not for the men holding him up.

He knew oxygen would help his muscles recover faster. Reluctantly, his lungs expanded with what felt like an audible creak, and air crept up his nose. His frame tensed at the ache in his chest of his lungs churning back to life, but again his handlers made sure he was kept standing.

Samael hated this part. The nagging pain in his chest, the weak feeling in his legs, the cold of the open air collecting across his bare, soaked skin. His hands were wrinkled with saturated moisture. His bandages clung to his arms and emphasized the chill of the water's absence. One of the handlers messed a towel about his hair in a haphazard effort to dry it somewhat, before draping the towel around his shoulders for him to dry off with in his cage later. But for now, the two held him before the tank while he roused his legs, so the patrons drifting around the tent could gather to notice he was alive after the promised half an hour submerged. There was only modest applause, but mostly hushed exchanges, often in regards to how unnatural it was not to have to breathe.

Samael gazed on emptily, like he wasn't really looking at the small crowd but more into some other plane of existence. His dark eyes were hollow, defeated, and utterly apathetic to the attention paid him. His frame was shivering with cold, and his breath was rough while his lungs grew accustomed to functioning again. The key to his shackles, which he still gripped absently, was briskly pried from his hand by one of the men at his side, before the handlers pulled his arms behind him to begin cuffing his wrists in what was standard preparation for escorting him back to his cage.

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Ester heard a familiar voice behind her as she entered the tent and turned around to find Mark. "Lo, Ester. Did I miss anything?" He sounded a bit drunk, though she doubted her was. A bit too innocent for that, not to mention there was no way any of the mutants would find a drink. She'd tried to get one once, it ended with at least twelve whippings when they'd found the dead soldier in her dressing room. That giggle water isn't worth the pain she had to endure that night. No, Mark had the sort of carefree, laidback personality that his mouth was going slack on him.

"Hey baby, didn't miss much. A young sap took some kids money, and I had him leave." She looked behind him when se saw two flying objects come hurtling in behind him and stopping merely a meter or two from his head. They were two boards, not too cleanly cut. They actually looked like one board. She looked back at Mark and saw a bit of dust in his untamed hair and on his shoulders. His clothes were a bit ruffled, yet they always were so that was nothing too new. Examining his face she said. "What did I miss? Did somebody take a bit of a fall earlier?" Did he have any bruises?

She felt a bit overprotective when she found herself worrying but couldn't help it. It was almost like her job to look after the others. Especially Mark, since he was the only other psychic around. Not to mention his tendency to trust everybody too much. She wanted to make sure he was okay but was knew that if she got too close he would throw a fit. There would be no way she could touch him. He liked her enough to get decently close to her, but she knew better than to close the distance between them too much. Even though she wished she could leave this all behind she somehow found herself caring too much about it and everybody in it.

She dreamt of leaving here, this torture circus, but every time she got to the part where she escaped the dream would always change back to the circus, to the people she would leave. Mark was one of those faces. She didn't know what would happen if she left. Would he be okay without her? She would never know but it got somebody wondering how much a person is wanted. The others would probably get along fine without her, the people here were strong. Even Mark would probably make it without her. Sure he might make a few trusting mistakes but in the longrun he would make it.

There was no point in even trying to leave anyways, the thoughts she was thinking only brought uneeded questions that would darken her mood, although that wasn't that great already. Oh well, best not to make matters worse. Maybe she could smile today. It was doubtful, but maybe a real smile would emerge today. After all, how long can a person go without even the hint of an actual smile?

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Mark shuffled his feet a bit, smiling down at the ground a little. He liked Esther quite a bit, and she seemed to tolerate his company. She sort of reminded him of his mother in that she seemed to always inquire after his health and make sure he was alright. Out of all the others in the circus she was probably the one he was the closest to, most because she was kind to him and put up with his eccentricities. And the air about her was rather calming, not as foreboding as some of the others. Perhaps because she was a psychic. And she respected his boundaries well enough.

"Yeah, love, I took a bit o'a tumble just outside. I didn't feel up to walking all the way back." He reached out and rested a hand on one of the boards as if it were a pet, then let them both fall to the ground with a dusty whump. "I'm right and dandy tough," He offered a cheerful smile that taxed his muscles a bit too much. He had to lift a hand to his face, over his mouth as the comprising connections jerked. He kept himself under control though, but the boards laying near his feet did jump up for little under a moment, triggered by his unconscious force. "I s'pose I took a bit o'a nap this morn'n." He said once he had control of his mouth and throat again, attempting a smaller smile.

After a moment he jumped topics, remembering what she had said about the kids. "Did you get inna tussle?" He asked, his colorless eyes lighting up slightly with worry of his own. "Need me ta beat some bloke up for ya, doll?" trying to elevate his own mood be adding a bit of a joke, lifting his fists as if he was a boxer ready to go into the ring. It was more amusing because for one, Mark would never actually draw close enough to anyone to actually fight them, and two because he was slender as a stick and truly had little strength to his sorry name. He might be able to hurl some rocks of something at an oppressor, but that really wasn't good form in a fight, now was it? And he wasn't the fighting type anyway. It was better to just stay out of such messy business.

Dropping his arms, the blonde swung them back and forth a bit, frowning. He opened his mouth and paused for a moment before any sound came out. "I don't remember what I was supposed to do today." He stopped for another moment. "What've you got scheduled, love? Mind if I tag along? I don't think I've got it in me to do anything stren'ous today." Seemingly to exemplify his words, Mark person twitched slightly, a quick, characteristic jerk. The smell tremors usually followed him around for a few hours after a fit, especially the particularly bad one.

He tried for another smile before making a half-planned gesture with his hand, leaning forward nearer to Esther than he usually dared to go. "I gotta bad feeling about today, love. Something's different." He said suddenly, his brow drawing together for a moment before he relaxed and leaned back on the balls of his feet. With a flick of his finger the boards jumped back up into the air and turned vertical so he could wrap his arms around them. He wouldn't just leave them lying around, but to be quite honest he had no idea what to do with the refuse. He looked quite unaware of what he'd just told Esther, as if speaking it had wiped it from his mind, which did happen quite a bit to him. His mind jumped around just as much as his body did, proof that his fits didn't just affect his muscles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Ezekiel Felton
(Torture Circus - Freak Show Display Tent)
15:00 P.M


Even under the curtain of darkness words still continued to pierce through and interrupt his vain attempt at peace. Some spoke in disgust, others in excitement, but both were the same to him. There was no such thing as a good crowd, especially when they were gathered in close proximity, their numbers creating a hullabaloo and a certain stench. His wings twitched as the uncomfortable feeling of being watched grew. He continued tell himself to not let it bother him, yet their eyes still got under his skin, making him feel squeamish and anxious. When Ezekiel felt the slight vibrations move throughout his cage, he couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer.

The boy's eyelids rose open, his olive colored eyes being met with the sight of the culprit behind the shaking - a thin girl who was clutching onto the bars that separated them. Startled, he shot backwards to put a greater amount of distance between him and the stranger. His wings folded shut and his arms were used to support himself, both being behind him now with his palms pressing against the floor of the trailer. The scrambling motion had forsaken him into reacting in a rather embarrassing manner. His eyes were wide and eyebrows were arched in a manner that was astonished and hostile. Overall he felt rather silly.

He could feel his skin grow hot, he was acting too balled up and stupid. In an attempt to regain his composure he sat back up straight and crossed his arms in front of him, relaxing his expression until it reverted into a minor gaze of aggression. His wings even spread back out, relying too much on his instinct to make himself appear bigger to compensate for his situation of being used for entertainment. He could be perturbed about that later.

"What're you looking at, doll?" Ezekiel made and effort to sound unaffected by her presence, he tried to keep his voice flat, but a bit rough. Like how the gangsters sounded, they really liked coming around here with their molls. In his mind he may have succeeded, but in reality his voice sounded more awkward and strained. The people passing by sent them glances albeit, made no attempt to come closer, most of them were heading towards the performance tent instead. He couldn't be more grateful for that, maybe this dumb dora over here was just an interested, and would leave him be after she realized that it would be funner to watch a girl charm deadly snakes or another read the minds of the audience. Absolutely chilling, much better than standing in front of a winged adolescent, she should hurry and beat it before she misses the good stuff.

Despite his attempt to appear calm and in control, his body was still far from being relaxed. It was unnerving to have someone so close to him and it didn't help that he couldn't exactly scram out of here whenever he wanted. "Well?" He leaned towards the curly haired girl, rearranging his arms so his chin was resting on his fist, the other appendage lying across his lap. "Is there nobody home in there?" Ezekiel exhaled loudly, his cheeks briefly puffing up in the process.

Maybe if he was lucky this one was a bit different from the others, and by that he meant that perhaps she was carrying cigarettes and would give him one, like how a child would throw peanuts at the circus animals. Unless she wanted something in return, then he could exchange nicotine for information, nosy people always seemed to be thirsty enough for that. "Butt me or dry up."

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When Ester's voice whispered into his mind, Mark ducked his head slightly, as if her words were so secret that he couldn't even stand straight to hear them. He liked the voice in his mind, it wasn't offsetting at all to him. Perhaps it was because he was a psychic too, but it felt a natural way to communicate, and he wished he could speak back that way. He smiled gratefully at her. Tagging with her would be less stressful than struggling to remember his own act, especially in his current rather delicate state.

As they moved over to the performance tent, the wooden boards in his arms became more of a shield. He hated moving through groups of people. It was times like these when he wished he was more like Ezekiel or Happy with a visual warning to keep people away from him. He was just a normal looking human on the outside, even though there was a bit of a mad look to his unkempt visage. His scruffiness did little to keep people away in this place.

He had to detour more than once, his lanky form moving swiftly to try and keep up with Ester. His eyes were wide, as they always were when he had to navigate crowds, and quite honestly he looked about ready to cry with nervousness. His fingers were completely white as he clutched the board, and they grew whiter every time someone unwittingly stepped inside his comfort zone. He wanted to run screaming and catch up to Ester, pass her and then hide in the tent in a dark corner and just close his eyes and calm down. He could feel the seams of his self-control unthreading, not an unusual happenstance to feel his tolerance rip at the seams.

He could see Ester disappear into the tent, and he ran the last couple meters to the safety of the shelter. His jaw was trembling in an almost constant convulsion by the time he made it. Merely walking through crowds was one of the most trying parts of his day. He was thoughtless enough to make it through many of the other aspects. Each breath was shaky and heavy as he made pace to Ester, his mouth still wobbling. He snuffled quietly as he looked at her. Then past her at Ezikiel. A lass was staring at him. Ohh, he wouldn't be happy with that. Sure enough, a few seconds later Mark watched the mutant leap backwards within the confines of his cage before recomposing himself. Mark stared for another second, wondering how things would turn out before realizing that he needed to catch up with Ester again.

Feeling much lighter, Mark bounced through the tent flap to the performance tent, almost completely forgetting the terrible ordeal he'd just been through yet again. He spotted Happy doing her act with the snakes and all that, then his eyes flicked back and found Ester. relived, he hurried to stand near her, as close as he could comfortably approach.

"What's the plan, Doll?" He asked, his eyes still looking a bit tear filled, but a grin on his trembling face.

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Avalin Seranu


Avalin’s head suddenly tilted up as she heard the scrabble, only to see the male launching backwards. It surprised her, and she ended up attempting to jump back but instead tripped over some unseen board and fell to the ground in a sitting position. She looked dazed for a split second before she glanced back up to look at the boy in the cage. “Ow.” She spoke in a breath, rubbing the back of her head with a sheepish grin.

"What're you looking at, doll?" The boy’s tone merely made her blink, though she didn’t really comment on it. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes scanning over his face. Luckily, there weren’t many people within the tent at that moment, but those that were sent her odd glances and scowls. She looked up, momentarily distracted by the new attention she had managed to grab. She completely forgot to answer him, and a grin was on her face as she was suddenly swept up in thought- considering this to be a fairly dramatic and excellent addition to the chapter she’d get to writing to.

"Well?” Ava’s attention was only recaptured when he shifted his position, however she didn’t fully comprehend what he was saying- she was so distracted by his physical appearance and how his wings would shift whenever he moved. "Is there nobody home in there?" Lynn finally blinked off her daze to focus on what he was saying. Another sheepish smile scribbled itself across her features, and she gave a indifferent shrug. “More like too many up here.” She tapped her head with an index finger before dropping her hands to her lap; She still hadn’t moved from her fallen position. She was completely unfazed by his otherwise harsh remarks, and she just shot him a silly grin.

"Butt me or dry up." Once more the girl blinked before suddenly patting her pockets in search for some cigarettes. “You know, I’m not much of a smoker, but my mom is, so she always makes me go out and get her some.” She produced one of them from the pack and held it out for him to take. Yep, she was definitely going to make him come over and take it from her. “I don’t know how you’re going to smoke that without a lighter. Assuming, of course, that they don’t allow you to have a fire starter.” A teasing look of playfulness lit up her features before she continued. “You know, your wings are really nifty, though they could probably do with a good preen. You look a bit like a ragamuffin.” The girl had really just simply spaced on the need to actually go watch the acts perform- she was obviously enthralled with the mutant before her.

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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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You know, I’m not much of a smoker, but my mom is, so she always makes me go out and get her some.” He rolled his eyes at the useless bit of information, but they soon found focus on the cigarette that she was holding out towards him. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards at the interesting, in an unusual way, gesture. It wasn't exactly rare for people to toughen up and talk to him; mobsters and various types of men figured that someone that saw people come by day in and day out would catch onto a lot of gossip, and they were right. Although a woman being so bold like this, well, it was different to say the least. His eyebrow lowered and he leaned forward to take the tobacco product from her. Ezekiel's arm stretched out between the bars to reach, having his fingers nearly brush against hers on purpose, if just to see how she would react.

Immediately he pocketed the item. Obviously he couldn't smoke it in here, he'd get caught. "Thank you." He wasn't completely without manners, though they weren't weren't pristine, as he continued to study her without shame. His lips pulled into a smirk at her comment. "Just because I'm not allowed doesn't mean I hadn't managed." He was sitting closer to the bars now, this girl didn't really seem to be out to harm him. Hell, she was still on the ground. "The big shots around here are just a bunch of saps." Though, even if he said that, his eyes still glanced to the sides, checking to make sure nobody heard what was spoken.

He was relieved to find that most of the staff members had moved to the performance tent, and the few that stuck around weren't in close proximity. Ezekiel looked back to the girl, and while she didn't really act like the brightest gal out there, she had to be bothering him for some reason. Outsiders just didn't beat their gums off to him to pass the time or out of the goodness of their hearts; there was always something they were looking for in return, or else they'd just keep their distance and watch. Right? His gaze reverted back to being suspicious, but his composure didn't last long.

You know, your wings are really nifty, though they could probably do with a good preen. You look a bit like a ragamuffin." The boy made a choking noise and his wings tensed, before closing shut behind him. A glare was sent to the girl before he avoided looking at her. He wasn't sure what bothered, or surprised, him more - his wings being noted as nifty or the suggestion of having them preened. Zeke looked back at them for a moment, jerking his head away when he realized that doing so would mean he actually cared, and focused back on the nosy girl before him.

He opened his mouth to speak, about to make a sarcastic remark, but was cut short when he heard commotion coming from the tent next door. At first the noise was rather mundane, like most crowds chatter, though now it had risen to where it had garnered the attention of many people in the display tent. It sounded like a mix of panic and excitement, Ezekiel looked over with worry sketched into the furrow of his brow. Happy was performing, and while they weren't chums, he didn't want harm to befall her. Soon he heard clapping coming from the performance tent and his shoulders dropped ever so slightly, assuming that a crowd that wasn't screaming in horror was a good sign.

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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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how can such darkness and sorrow lie within a young man's heart?

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You know, it would be swell if we could have one night out of the circus.

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

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It wasn't me officer, honest!

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It wasn't me officer, honest!

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You know, it would be swell if we could have one night out of the circus.

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"Alright, let me level with you."

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how can such darkness and sorrow lie within a young man's heart?

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

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"Get a wiggle on, this novel section isn't going to write itself!"

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It wasn't me officer, honest!

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You know, it would be swell if we could have one night out of the circus.

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