Just like a circus [OPEN]
Characters: Quin, Allen Walker, chrome dokuro, kanda yuu + anyone else
Content: Street performance - open to anyone be it fellow performers, audience or troublemakers :P
Setting: near the makeshift market
Time: backdated to one of the arftenoons/evenings before the races
Warnings: tomfoolery and maybe some swears.
Gambling was all well and good, but you had to know when to quit. Something Allen had learnt early in his gambling career was that if you won too often it didn't matter how well disguised your cheating, people would call you on it. And despite the sheer volume of people who had come to see the races, Allen was already he was starting to see familiar faces in the makeshift bars which meant a greater chance of being caught out. Baring this in mind, the young man thought it would be best to turn to another skill to earn a bit of cash. One that made use of the bustling marketplace - and for once, wasn't thieving.
The white haired youth wandered the marketplace, grey eyes appraising various wares set out on stalls and on the ground. Had he a mind to, he was sure he could have filched himself a few decent trinkets...but free of Crosses debts, Allen was less inclined to go down that route to make money. No. Instead he turned his attention to finding a decent spot; he needed to be close enough to the market to attract attention, but far enough that he wasn't going to get in the way. It wasn't long before he spotted a clearing at the end of a row...there was a fair amount of rubbish and debris that the stall owners had dumped there, but he soon moved it aside to create a decent performance area. That was better.
Dumping the bag down, Allen rummaged and pulled out a few things. A set of 5 Juggling balls that Mana had given him on his 6th birthday would suffice to start....he had plenty of other tricks for later. Slipping his jacket off, he flung it over his bag, then picked up three balls and started to juggle. It was a simple pattern, just to get into the rhythm of things, and after a minute he allowed himself to kick one of the other balls up into the air. He added it to the pattern seamlessly, smiling as he slipped back into his old role as a clown.