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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Nov 25, 2014 23:26:35 GMT -5
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| There was nothing quite like the circus. Loud noises, bright colors, smelly ass animals, and worst of all – clowns. Those things were terrifying, but it didn’t really stop Zayne from somehow wandering into the grounds. It wasn’t quite like any circus he’d ever been to in his living years, but it wasn’t that bad. There were still the general things you find in most circuses, along with the food that could probably kill you. Given this place, it was also probably filled with razor blades. If the grease didn’t kill you, internal bleeding probably would. Unless you had a steel gut, but even then, passing razor blades wasn’t very pleasant. No one has a steel anus, that’s just preposterous.
Why was he here, again? Zayne questioned himself on this one. He was pretty sure there was some purpose, but he couldn’t think of one. Hell, if he was already dead he could indulge himself. Maybe even play a tune or two to entertain some folks. That sounded dumb, but it was better than standing around in the muddy road.
Moving his way towards the largest tent, he was stopped by a rather interesting character. One of them, a blonde girl, seemed to be carrying crash cymbals and was banging them rather loudly. She also seemed to be drunk but that was a silly assumption, as she couldn’t have been old enough to drink. Maybe she was high on Faygo or something. It was probably not a great idea, but Zayne decided to approach her. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, though closer she didn’t seem to be too bad off. Maybe she’d just tripped a bit or something. “Are those cymbals?” Of course they were, the girl had just been playing them a few moments ago. This was just conversation, something Zayne was never quite good at. He’d just needed some excuse to talk to the fellow music-enthusiast. “Anyway, I’m Zayne. Pleasure to meet you.”
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Post by Evelyn Abrams on Nov 27, 2014 1:09:12 GMT -5
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HEALTH: 100% (5/5)
MANA: 100% (15/15)
CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH!
The thunderous sound of cymbals being brought together brought a giggle forth from the young player of said cymbals, as she marched diligently and somewhat unsoberly across the circus grounds, outside the big tent. Crash, went the cymbals, crash crash, they went! She was positively giddy at the joyous sounds she was making.
choke choke choke choke choke choke choke choke!
The crashes finally ceased and became the stifled, yet still loud, sound of cymbals being clapped together like a hi-hat, as the slightly maniacal teenager changed up her style. Choke, went the crash cymbals, choke, they went as she continued her marching, clearly on a mission. These rudimentary cymbal techniques displayed, she moved on to far greater playing. AS WAS THE WAY OF THE PERFORMER!
CRASH! Slidechoke, CRASH! Slidechoke, CRASH choke choke choke, CRASH choke choke choke, CRASHslide, CRASHslide, CRASHslide, CRASHslide, choke. CRAAAAAAAASH, choke. CRASH CRASH choke. CRASH CRASH CRAAAAAASH, choke. Crashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrashcrash CHOKECRASHCRASHCRASHSLIDECHOKECRASH.
“DEAR GODS, WHAT IS SHE DOING!?”
“Please, why won’t it end!?”
“Is she even old enough to be drinking?”
“HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeee. PPPPLLLLEEEEAAAASSssssseeeeeeee…”
“Omgf, thank all you guysfor your s’pport, you guysare the best, fuk yea, hearts all arounf!” She did indeed adore her loving fans and their applause, even though she couldn’t hear any of it, either due to her earplugs, or more likely, the cacophony of her own playing. That said, she couldn’t disappoint her Eve-listeners, as she had dubbed her fanbase, so she played even louder and more drunkenly. The guy who speaks in blue promptly shot himself and died, but she assumed that was unrelated, probably, as was the person whose head exploded when she CRASHCRASHCRASHED next to him, really loudly. Both events, definitely not related to her cymbals.
That said, she did cease playing, when a STRANGE MANB CAME OVER AND TALKED AT HER. She stared at him with widened pink eyes, the color of pure cupcakes and innocence as he asked whether or not she was alright. Her mother HAD always warned her about talking to strangers, but sometimes, you did have to make exceptions. “Yeppers, I’malright, why wouldn’ I nobe alright? My name’s Evelyn b-t-w. (alsoi’msixteen)” Tacking on a quickly whispered addendum to her introduction and confirmation of alrightness, she decided friendliness was pretty the way to go, though not TOO FRIENDLY. Too friendly was never a good idea. But of course, her intent to only be A LITTLE friendly failed horribly as he asked whether or not her cymbals were cymbals. Too blonde and intoxicated to notice that he even had to ask that question, she excitedly went off like a rocket, seemingly forgetting instantly that she had questions about whether or not he was a registered sex offender.
“Yes, yes, yes, they are cymbals, omg, truts me these are like… Like so fuckin’ much cymbals, listen!” CRASHCRASHCRASH. She grinned a wide beaming grin at him. “Not just cybals either, theseare like, PAISTE! Paiste brand cymbal, and lookit the size, twengy iches of PURE BEAUTYFULNESS. I love the shits outta Paiste, man, it’s basically the only cymbals I buy, which is like, def not because I can’t afford more cymbal, an’ also I’m dead, so I guess there aren’t as many music shops but yaknow how it is, and ooh, look at the straps too, that sexy learther, omg, feel it, feel it, feel it!” She promptly shoved the cymbal straps against Zayne’s hand. “And they’re p heavy too, but I guess I got usedta carryin’ ‘em everywhere and I mean, c’mon, they’re cynbals you can’t NOT wanna jusdt carry some somewhere, but please don’t try it on a airplane, it’s not a good idea, and I think I talked straight through your introduction, ofmg, I’m soooooo sorry, guy, sorrysorrysorrysorry, what’s your name again? I’m Evelyn, Evelyn Leigh Abrams, but just call me like, Evelyn, or Eve, or I guess Leigh too, or Lyn if you want. Call me whatever you want! Aaaaaand I feel like I did it again, what’s your name, sorry?” Eventually, she shut up.
Eventually... And about time, too, as someone else had arrived, it seemed.
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Oliver Chase
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Post by Oliver Chase on Nov 28, 2014 19:22:06 GMT -5
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" Always. " It was a good idea in theory. Really, it was. The nice colors, the attractions, the scenery, all those things and more made for the perfect drawing experience. Again. In theory. But of course, the one thing that Oliver had issues standing, was pretty much the biggest thing at the place, was the huge crowds and the earsplitting noise. Not only that but he just remembered that a circus probably meant that he would be confronted by his worst enemy. The dreaded. Clown. It wasn’t like he was afraid of them. He knew they were just regular people in wigs and funny shoes and clothes but still. They were horribly rude! Always getting in people’s faces and waving around their horns and stupid bananas completely overtaking a person’s personal bubble! It was downright ludicrous that they were able to operate like that! Did they not have any common decency at all? Obviously not, as one just stepped into Oliver’s field of vision, to which he immediately started walking the other way. Thankfully it appeared that the dreaded clown became enamored with some other poor bloke and started messing with them instead of following after Oliver’s tail. Really of course it was a carnival and all but was the screams and the yelling all that necessary? And was that cymbals? Oh god, his poor ears were pounding in tune with the crashing. Was enough to give the poor little cat boy a splitting headache right there in the spot. Maybe if he walked fast enough it’d make the sounds stop. That’s how that works right? Of course. With a little sigh he tucks his ears close against his head and starts speed walking with his head down. Not really paying any attention to where he’s going at all. Hopefully he won’t end up crashing into anybody. Because it wasn’t like that stuff ever happened anywhere but in movies right? Besides, Oliver had a great sense of walking without crashing into people. So graceful on his feet. Weaving through the crowds like it was nothing. With a quick glance upwards Oliver noticed the sweet sweet neon glow of his freedom, the exit sign. Adorned with the masks of comedy and tragedy, which was a bit odd seeing as this was a circus and not a theatre, they proudly spelled out the generic “Have a Nice Day” words emblazoned in bright green neon letters. With a slight smile he quickened his pace further, his gaze no longer lingering on the ground but instead on his destination. He was so close. So, so close. Just a few more feet and- Oomph!!In a second he was on the ground, flat on his ass and dazed. It took him a second to get his bearings, confused as to what it was he hit he looks up and sees. *dramatic pause*. That girl with the symbols. Of course. The loudest one at this place and he just has to run into them. In a second he’s off his butt and on his knees, frantically trying to pick up his sketchbook and pencil off the ground before they can get stepped on by the other circus-goers. Once they are safely in his grasp he looks up at the girl and frowns up at her with this slight blush on his face, he’s highly embarrassed at this interaction and he’s ready to head back to his hotel room, away from all the people. “ I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Are you alright Ms.?” Hopefully the young lady could hear him, what with how softly the man talked he had to “yell” the words, but really it was more of a loud whisper than anything. |
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Echo Djiss
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Post by Echo Djiss on Nov 30, 2014 15:53:39 GMT -5
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[attr="class","next"]How had Echo even let himself get dragged here? Last thing he wanted was to be surrounded by unfamiliar faces in the midst of this death game, yet, here he was, surrounded by unfamiliar faces in the midst of this death game. At least the majority of them seemed friendly enough, willing to have a good time despite the dirty secret of Asgard. It was all the same to him anyway, considering most, if not all, of the faces he'd encounter anywhere in this twisted afterlife would be unfamiliar to him. For all he knew everyone he had grown acquainted to while living, his entire family, everyone he'd ever seen or loved while living, were little more than batteries powering this place.
The boy shook his head as he continued into this hellish circus. It was little more than a maze of confectioneries and games which would make any individual want to call shenanigans. Once under the big top, however, one would find the real reason for coming to this part of the entertainment district. Tightrope walkers, lion tamers, elephants, clowns; the stands were nearly filled to their limit as the spectators awaited the next show of skill. Echo was in a daze by the time he'd managed to step forward, and as he did he found himself tumbling over another unlucky individual.
"Hey!" He rubbed at his back and looked up in a scowl, "Nice place to take a seat, geniu-" And then he noticed the ears. Whoever this guy was, he definitely wasn't human. Not to say Echo had never seen aliens before, hell, he was originally part of a space colony of mixed racial and planetary heritage. Still, he hadn't ever quite been, urm, fortunate enough to meet a cat-person.
"Sorry, umm..." He stood up and attempted to help the other guy up, nearly falling over himself again as he noticed the girl standing there as well. He dropped the cat... thing, his gaze entirely fixed on the blonde now. She was really pretty, enough so that it nearly brought a blush to his face. "I'm Echo. Heh."
Oh wow that was just stupid. Like he had any reason to just give his name like that, who did he think he was, the ringmaster? Was he going to give them a damn tour of the place? He looked down and hurriedly began picking his unfortunate target of menial, unwitting abuse up once more.
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Post by Zayne O'Reilly on Dec 2, 2014 16:45:50 GMT -5
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| The reaction Zayne received from the young girl was not exactly one that he’d anticipated. Her vocabulary seemed a bit…strong for a young girl. She also seemed to be one of those talkative people Zayne had been warned about. With her language and whatnot, Zayne wouldn’t be too surprised if she ended up being some type of circus sideshow or something. “Come one come all! Witness the drunk teenage girl with the crash cymbals! For an extra dollar you can get the personal story of Evelyn – which could last anywhere from one to two hours.” Clearing his head of such thoughts, Zayne opened his mouth to answer her at last but was cut off by another person suddenly showing up.
He seemed much different than the young girl. Couldn’t have been much older than Zayne himself, but there were a lot of things that set him off as being different from most humans. This new guy had furry ears poking from beneath his hair – which had been a bit ruffled from his fall. He didn’t introduce himself, but he was nice enough to apologize for running into Evelyn. That was nice of the neko man, at least. Zayne was about to offer a hand to the soft-spoken man when YET ANOTHER person joined the party. Poor kitty-man had been sent to the ground once more. Didn’t anyone in this place watch where they were going? It wasn’t hard to tell how they’d all died. Probably walked in front of a car of something.
With no hope in the three, Zayne just sighed and finally introduced himself, half hoping that Evelyn would at least hear him this time. He didn’t want to sit through another one of her spiels again – though it was a lot better than listening to the girl clash those cymbals together. He wasn’t sure quite how that one kicked the bucket, but he was fairly certain it had something to do with homicide.
“Right then. Now that the whole party’s here I guess we can trade introductions?” Zayne looked from one to the other, making mental note of their names. There was Loud-As-Hell, Clumsy (Or Cat-Boy. Either one really), and Clumsy-The-Second. Since he got that in order, he decided to finally give his own name. “I’m Zayne.” Short, simple, to the point. That’s how introductions needed to be. Shifting the instrument that he currently had strapped to his back, Zayne waved a hand towards the largest tent they had in the area. “Well, perhaps we should go see the show?”
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Post by Evelyn Abrams on Dec 7, 2014 10:10:32 GMT -5
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MANA: 100% (17/17)
If you’ve never seen some carrying hefty bronze discs with a diameter of twenty inches being knocked over, and flying to the ground, then you’re missing out on a valuable piece of comedy that’s probably somewhere on the internet. Add in a bottle of Jack Daniels, and the size of a teenage girl, and you’ve got a recipe for hilarious shenanigans. And of course, nobody fit that description better than Evelyn Abrams.
Not noticing the feline man bounding over, as he had surely not noticed her, it was with the force of a transfer truck that he slammed into her, sending her cascading to the ground below, with an oomf that was quickly overshadowed by several extremely loud bangs and the clattering of metal against concrete. Fortunately, she avoiding several head injuries when the cymbals broke her fall. Probably. “Owwww,” she lamented. “Wash where yer goin’ next time, you bibg dumby…. My fuckin’ heeeeeaaaaadddd.” Rubbing the bump on her poor noggin, she stumbled to her feet, sheathing one of her cymbals in the bag slung haphazardly over her shoulder. “Sup, I’m Evelyn, but you can call me like, p mush whatevs, idec really.” Catching his apology just then, she offered a friendly smile and hand-waved his words of sorries. “’Salright, I’m totes fine, you ju-”
As luck would have it, she was interrupted as another newcomer tripped and stumbled over the first newcomer, after the original newcomer who was the redhead guy. And he looked about her age, and somewhere, a little light come on inside her little teenage heart that was all like, “Daaaaaaaaamn, thips dude is hawt. Hotter than that time I didn’t let my hop pocket uh… stop bein’ hot… wait… shiiiiiiit, those were s’posed ta be in-my-heads thoughts not the other ones, aw shit.” Hopefully, he wouldn’t have noticed her and her strange muttering to herself. At any rate, it was about that time that he appeared to address her. TAKE TWO.
She smiled, albeit a bit shyly, partly due to having just blurted out exactly what she was thinking, even though that is usually a pretty dumb idea, and waved. “Hi Echo. I’m uhh…. Mm… Oh yeah, Evelyn, right, how’d I forgef my name, HAHAHA. Erm. Hehe… Yeah…” Her introduction was so charming and witty, he would be a fool not to leap at the opportunity to dip her backwards and passionately caress her face, like in all the soap operas she watched all the time. That was exactly what would happen, except maybe with more flower petals and light rain. They were at a circus, after all.
Her mind was shifted from thoughts of the swoon-worthy young man before her, to the first guy she’d met here, whom had apparently really enjoyed the finer aspects of her crash cymbals, she was pretty sure. Obviously, he enjoyed it, it was pretty good crash cymbal playing, she thought. “Hi, Zayne!” she cheerfully exclaimed as he introduced himself, as all introductions deserved a good by-name greeting. And then, making himself out to be the leader of their posse, quite different from a posse of insane clowns, which was no doubt in attendance, probably, a motion to move to the big tent nearby was suggested, which somewhat saddened Evelyn- the man at the ticket booth had told her that loud noises were distracting to the audience and to the performers, and crash cymbals were the leading cause of death in over-the-lion-pit trapeze unicyclists. So, reluctantly, she sheathed her second cymbal, zipping the large bag, with a slight pout. “Gotta put up my cymbals… ah well, circruses are p fun too! Forwaaaaaaard marsh!” And then she fell down again. But quickly coming back to her feet, she resumed her dramatic first step in the direction of the tent, with her new best friends.
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