RPG - Jas and Alejandro

Aug 26, 2010 14:41

Cirque Macabre is a place of enchantment and wonders, many magical and some not. The circus is located on the outskirts of the town of Malgre, and its lights and mystery draw monsters in for the shows they hold at night. There are rotten caramel apples and spider web cotton candy for sale, green drinks of mysterious origin that smell and taste ( Read more... )

jaspre, circus, monster rp

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antonnachzehrer August 26 2010, 18:32:38 UTC
Alejandro's primary job at the circus is as a performer; an acrobat, to be exact. He is very good at what he does and usually ends up being the last act before the finale; they save the best for last, his mother always told him ( ... )

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timbits_tootsie August 26 2010, 18:48:39 UTC
The frown deepens.

He needs to stop thinking about that redhaired boy. Nothing will come from it, as he very well knows, and yet he finds that his thoughts circle back to Sullivan when he doesn’t keep busy, or lets his mind wander aimlessly. He stares down at his large, rough hands and is reminded of how he used to reach out and ruffle the boy’s coarse hair, a shade so brilliantly red that he can’t think of anything to compare it to when he tries.

It’s hard to ignore the way his chest tightens when he thinks of him.

Jaspre turns his hands, palms facing the floor and stares into the air, looking nothing at all like his usual self. But that’s alright; no one here knows him, and he does not have to mask his emotions for them. Just for now it’s alright, he thinks.

(*hug* You make me crave pie! I'm so excited about this :D)

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antonnachzehrer August 26 2010, 18:53:07 UTC
A flower, Alejandro decides as he walks towards the man sitting by himself. A tad too soft, perhaps, but the absurdness of it will grab his attention.

He summons a small bouquet of thistles to his hand, and stops in front of the man, holding them in front of his downcast face. "Why so glum, sir?" he asks, putting on his best, cheerful smile. He finds that it is often infectious. "Are you not enjoying yourself?"

{Me too! :D}

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timbits_tootsie August 26 2010, 19:05:26 UTC
Briefly, surprise flickers in his eyes as the bouquet is held out to him. He carefully smooths out the burdened look on his face before he looks up and meet the monster’s gaze.

It’s a boy. A young one, he guesses, with a friendly, bright smile and warm eyes. There is a sort of beautiful grace to his posture, something in the way he holds himself that makes him think of an artist, or perhaps the Fey.

“It’s a wonderful show,” he says, voice friendly, and offers him a little smile. “It has been a long time since I saw a show quite as good as this.”

The smell of thistles fills his nose. Thistles and…something else. Something he can’t put his finger on. All he knows is that it’s sweet and rich, almost heady, and inhaling it forces him to suppress a shiver that threatens to run up his spine.

(Oh, I started sewing a donut with pink...whatever the stuff on donuts are called, and sprinkles! It's not done yet, though. My hands got too out of control with the shaking and stuff to go on, XD. Essential tremor sucks.)

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