it's a mad world (south blue event)

[SIR CULLS]

Under the thicket of night, not a single soul would reside within the homes of Baterilla. Tonight was a sacred night to the town; it was the annual visit of the circus and everyone who was anyone would be there. The event could be found on the outskirts of town within a single erected tent that had mysteriously appeared over the course of the day, as if it just dropped out the sky. It was a large velvety tent and could easily pack hundreds in with no trouble. Outside the tent was a little booth manned by an extremely androgynous child, clad in black with thick platters of purple and green make up, who sold the tickets. He greeted all the guest with the same soft angelic voice and pleading white orbs.

As the people filed in they would find themselves surrounded by rows among rows of seats in which they would be seated in. They would also find, upon entering, that very little light had been allowed. What light there was cast eerie shadows beneath the seats and within the corners. Even more distressing was the total lack of origin for said lights. And, if one were to focus on the large center stage, they would only see a circle of light.

The show was about to begin.

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- frey i. patel
- axel d. santis
- samhain west
- emilia valerio
- zoramosa delarosa[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/justify][/blockquote]

[FREY PATEL]

So here was the deal: tonight, the circus was in town.

In all honesty, the circus had always rubbed him the wrong way. It just seemed a tad more creepy than he was willing to get involved with. That didn't stop him from attending the annual opening. It wastradition and tradition was comforting. The only not-so-comforting part was the lack of Pluto by his side. It just made the rubbing of the circus that much more wrong.

Still, he followed the smattering groups of people as they chattered and pointed and smiled at the nearing tent. He barely managed to keep his own lips pressed shut. Some part of him felt weary and beneath that was the tiniest splash of excitement, like a little kid approaching a candy store. He still wished for his dog.

It really kind of sucked that animals were sort of frowned upon in enclosed spaces – like tents. He huffed a sigh and hooked his thumbs over the waistline of his tattered paints. For a moment he wondered if he should have picked a less ratty pair, one that didn't have spills and streaks in various places. But soon that was just another thought, buried beneath the 'character' that were his pants.

His tongue rubbed against the roof of his mouth, the backs of his teeth – the chattering was getting louder and louder as person after person tried to be heard. It was a counter-productive process. What really captured his attention though was the kid behind the ticket booth. He furrowed his brows for all of a breath before the expression was swept away with a dry grin.

“One ticket, yeah?” The grin remained plastered to his face even as the ticket was traded for currency. He nodded then, crumpling the thing between his fingers and following the slowly shifting crowd into the large tent. It always awed him, the actual size of circus tents. They could appear so deceptively small on the outside. It wasn't until he was asked for his ticket that he started paying attention again.

Only after he took his seat, close to the top, did he take a good, proper look around. The lack of obvious light was what first drew his attention, closely followed on its heels by the shadows. He shrugged it off, thinking of all the times he had attended a circus and the lights were low. They just wanted all the attention, no doubt. The performers were the stars of the show after all. He huffed a quiet laugh and wondered just when the show would begin, eyes trained on the beam of light illuminating the center of the stage.

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[Axel D Santis]

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[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[Emilia Valerio]

Emilia absolutely adored the circus. They were always fun and you could see amazing things at a circus. She also loved the fact that the ones who ran a circus were attempting to entertain, and by entertaining people they were bringing joy to others. The woman especially loved the circus that annually came to Baterilla. The opening night was a night where everyone went out to see the circus. Disputes or feuds didn't matter, they all went out and sat beneath the same tent and enjoyed it. Emilia absolutely loved that.

The woman walked to the circus humming happily. As she walked she gradually accumulated a group of people following along behind her. Each time a new person arrived she would greet them warmly and ask how they were doing. The sad side of the circus was that not everyone could afford it. Some people saved up all year for it, but some just couldn't get the money together. That's where she came in. Emilia always got a group of unfortunates and offered to buy them tickets. Just because someone didn't have money didn't mean they shouldn't be able to go.

By the time they got there, there was a good forty people with her so they divided up into groups of fives to purchase their tickets. It cut down on the amount of money they'd hand over all at once. Each group had a money holder who was a trusted person. Emilia hated to admit it, but if she didn't use someone whom she trusted, they might just run off with the money.

Each group got their tickets and headed in without much problems. Everyone was chatting happily, and Emilia had a large grin on her face, though it was hidden by the neck of her top. The woman couldn't wait for the night to get started. As they sat in their seats she found herself getting antsy. The circus never failed to make her feel like a child again.

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[ZORAMOSA DELAROSA]

"The circus is in town, nary a frown to be found, with such a glorious sight as a circus in town." Zoramosa cheerfully sang out as he wandered his way to the circus tent. If anyone could appreciate the joys of the circus, and the immense fear it brought many little children, it was a sadistic Marine Vice Admiral. Clowns were some of the creepiest things that existed in a child's mind, and Zoramosa had often thought to adopt the facade to further his sick ideas. However, he didn't really have the face for such a marvelous make up job. Instead he took to wandering around the perimeter of the tent, watching all the people enter after receiving their tickets. While there were many things Zoramosa would walk into on privilege of being a high ranking marine, the circus remained to have a special spot in his heart. Approaching the child at the counter, he gave him a full bodied laugh and took a sip from his delicious coconut drink. Very rarely did he venture out without one now a days.

"One ticket for this magnificent spectacle my fair...child." what the hell was this kid even? Moving on he took his ticket and slipped into the tent with a beautiful pirouette, only to be met with such an odd lighting job. Taking a careful look around the area he took note of the lack of light sources. While there could be some kind of trickery at work, it was still a bit off putting. Taking his seat, less enthusiastic as he was just moments before, Zoramosa watched the center of the tent, waiting for someone to appear in the light. He was just happy Axel was around in case the need for back up arose. With a sip from his ever present coconut, Zoramosa leaned back and continued his intense glare at the center light.

[SIR CULLS]

It would take a while for everyone to get stationed in the tent, so most people resorted to light banter to keep them busy until the curtains were drawn. But as the last tickets were sold and the final few filed in, you might have noticed the lights growing slightly dimmer. The time was drawing until the ringmaster would make his stand. Among the last few to enter you could find the young child from the ticket booth positioned closely to the exit, arms folded behind him, his empty gaze on the stage. Out of the darkness of the corner of the room erupted hollow applause, a man drawing out of the shade with a slim smile. The ring master. He was a gangly figure, tall and gaunt with pointed ears and a jagged smile. He wore a large burgundy trench coat, dressed with copper studs and lapped over top what could appear to be a suit. His entrance was a noisy one, his claps were loud and harsh, and his heels were a distinct noise among the hushed whispers.

"Welcome one and all," he rasped, drawing in a long staggering breathe, "to the one and only," his voice only got louder as he stepped into the center stage."The one and only-," then everything went black, all light diminished from the room in an instant. For a split second there was nothing, no sound, no light, and then it was back again. The room lit up with a faint glow, "Cirque de Fraises," the ringmaster finished as if nothing had happened. But on the contrary, quite a lot had happened. As anyone with a hint of sense would notice, the tent was mostly vacant now askew from several blokes. A man with questionably long red hair, a white haired marine who was playing incognito, a shamanistic woman with a helmet made of bones, a blonde haired woman with a bust a little too large, and a green haired sadist.

It was up for debate why these five strangers with no relations to each other had been left behind, but that could be explored later. The ringmaster humbled the remainders with a deep bow, his lips drawn revealing his sharp canines, "Welcome to the circus."

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[FREY PATEL]

Ringmasters always seemed the most interesting—they just captured his attention in ways none of the other performers did. Well, besides the trapeze artists, but that was to be expected. They had their own form of flying and every time he saw them out there, his heart started pumping and his blood burned. He wanted the chance to fly, wanted to slice through the air with hardly a worry. It was exciting.

But, no, the ringmaster. He was tall and Frey wondered if they were the same height, if the man was taller even. He huffed and pressed his fingers together. The lights had dimmed, as if there weren't enough shadows lurking about already. His feet shifted.

The introduction drew him in, the rasp to the ringmaster's voice. It was the sort of voice that made shivers run down spines and good girls wonder if their was such a thing as “too bad a bad boy.” He choked on his laugh. The lights were out, there was no noise, his jaw tensed. And then there was light and so much emptiness that the rest of his body decided joining his jaw was a good idea. His fingers twitched, curling and preparing for his knives.

On the center stage, the ringmaster hardly paused. He went on as if he was none the wiser, unaffected. Frey bared his teeth when he caught the man's gaze, forcing his more boisterous instincts to a quieter part of his mind. Because then there was bowing and a second greeting, a sharp twist of lips.

He never had liked the circus.

^{♫ welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games}

[Axel D Santis]

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[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[Emilia Valerio]

Emilia sat and chatted with the group that she'd arrived with. It had taken a bit longer after they arrived for the place to finally fill up. The time passed by quickly for the woman. Conversation usually did that. Soon, the chatter of people died down and it was replaced with the sound of clapping. Immediately, the groups attention turned to the stage to look at the source. The ring master was certainly an interesting looking fellow. It was good, ringmasters needed to look interesting. They were like the conductor of an orchestra. While, you go to hear the music made by the players and you might glance around at the players, the real centerpiece you paid attention to was the conductor.

Soon, the ringmaster spoke. It was the average opening of Welcome one and all and the likes. When he got to center stage he stutered and Emilia wondered if the ringmaster was new or having some problems. Instantly, the woman began to feel worry about this man's mental state. It wouldn't do good for him to be upset. She didn't have long to think about it because she soon found herself surrounded in darkness. The ringmaster went n like normal, so Emilia didn't notice the missing people at first,. her attention was on the stage.

She did notice it when she realized her lack of company and heard speak of it. She'd glance around amazed. There didn't seem to be more than five or six people in total left in the tent. Where had her friends goen? Certainly they didn't skip out on her. It could have been a magic trick, but what was the point of in vanishing an audience? Don't you want people to see the results of your tricks?

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[ZORAMOSA DELAROSA]

This whole thing was taking far too long for Zoramosa, especially with his tropical drink of incredible and yet to be self-perfected nearing the very bottom of his lovely little coconut. Deedly dee! Zoramosa laughed at his own little inner joke and looked confused at the man next to him, who seemed not to understand the hilarity of the moment. Whatever, things had better get going soon or the drink was going right at the unlucky late ringmaster. Oh what fun it would be to see a ringmaster cry! He might try it just for the enjoyment factor, surely none would object to the deeds of one in his standing. If they did, there were plenty of ways to accommodate their complaints. Sharp and pointy ways. Lucky for all currently positioned in the quaint circus tent, the Ringmaster entered with the expected level of peculiarity for one with his job title. What was not expected was as he talked, the lights went out. The presence of his child assistant, whose gender Zoramosa was still uninformed on, was just a little off putting. "Oh god, is it this kind of circus!?"

The lights came back on to Zoramosa sitting protectively, ready for any kind of assault as his desert of a coconut balanced carefully on his right shoulder. The room looked significantly more empty now, much to the relief of the strangely attired girl who happened to be left. Really, a skull on her head? How silly could you get? Zoramosa's coconut almost rolled of his shoulder at the comedy of the idea. Luckily he was fasty mc handerson right now and caught it before it hit the floor. Still didn't help fill it back up. "Welcome to the Circus." Obviously someone was going to have to take control of the situation. Hiding his Marine hat in his pocket, Zoramosa attempted to fade into the background and see who the lucky leader would be. The freaky teethed ringmaster was just a tid bit too happy they were stuck with him. "Sharp toothed mother fu...."

[SIR CULLS]

The crowd of essentially six people were both perplexed and amused by the mystifying disappearance stunt. How could any man pull off such a grand feat? It was a sparsely common reaction that one would clap at such an event, most guests pegged by awe. The ringmaster was indifferent to any act though, a perfect sculpture, lifeless and perfectly composed in his bow. In the background there was this subtle hiss, like shoes being dragged across pavement emitting from the entrance of the tent. The scuffing growing closer with each drag, it was quite obvious that whatever it was it was approaching the entrance. Step by crawling step. And then it was there right outside the tent, it's batted breathe curling against the thin black fabric that cloaked the tent's entrances keeping those inside from looking out.

On the stage the ring master's grin was still growing, his icy gaze pinned on the entrance.

[FREY PATEL]

What words (practically whispers) that he caught from those around him just made his fingers twist. He crossed and uncrossed his ankles, pressed his palms into his thighs and leaned forward. There still wasn't enough noise.

Except for the scratching, which was, in retrospect, a tad creepy. He really kind of couldn't help but wonder what was making all the noise. It reminded him of the click of Pluto's nails. He sighed.

Circuses definitely weren't what they were cracked up to be. The ringmaster seemed content to keep his silence and present his crowd of five with a smile just this side of I-watch-you-when-you-sleep. He smothered a laugh and pressed a fist to his lips. The anticipation was going to kill him, no doubt.

Something interesting was bound to happen.

^{♫ welcome to the jungle, we've got fun and games}

[Axel D Santis]

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