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Post by Burst on Jan 17, 2016 22:02:41 GMT -5
Chip sat quietly as he watched a few people move by. In a few hours, he was going to the globe of death. He had his motorcycle tuned up and ready to roll, but there was still other things that he had to do. For the moment, he was sitting at the basketball hoops. A few people came through, and he was more than fun about seeing them shoot the basketballs. One got very close to making the shot. Since it was a child, he gave the boy one more free attempt. The boy got close again. "You're pretty good at this, little man," he said with a smile. "Keep practicing, okay." The boy smiled and nodded and went off with his mother. Chip pulled his legs up to hold his knees against his chest. He was pretty deep in thought when he saw Astara, his best friend from childhood, pass by.
The two of them had been on the outs a bit lately. It was an argument that neither of them were willing to talk about now. It had been nearly two weeks now. "Fucking wasted," he mumbled. So far, the night had been fairly slow, and Chip wondered what was even the point of him getting into the globe later. He was pretty mad at her for what she'd done, and letting things go wasn't exactly his strong suit. And neither was it hers for that matter. But, nevermind that. Another patron came up and paid to take three shots. One of them swished through the net. "Nice shot," he commended. "Do you want the fluffy pink bunny or the tiny elephant?" The man chose the bunny and handed it to his girlfriend. "Come back later on. Take a few more shots," Chip said with a smile. He couldn't help but to give a passing look at the girlfriend as they walked off. "Damn," he said under his breath.
Steve made his way to the booth. He was supposed to relieve Chip so he could go get everything ready. "Gimme just a sec, bozo," Steve said. "Gotta go drain the lizard." Steve started off and laughed when he heard Chip's response. "Shake it three times you're playing with yourself." Chip laughed too. "Playing already," Steve shot back before he got out of earshot. Steve came back shortly after and Chip made his way off. He opened the door to the RV. Looking inside, it was so weird not seeing her clothes strewn all over the place. The place was fairly well kept up. He took a deep breath. He didn't like it. He tore open a candy bar, ate it, and threw the wrapper on the floor. Then he shrugged. It was a start. He grabbed his motorcycle helmet and the keys, then went out to the bike.
It wasn't long before he'd made it to the globe. Kent and Bart had it all set and had made sure the structure was secure. "Ready for you, Chippy," Kent said. Chip nodded and took down the kickstand to the bike. He hung the helmet on one of the handlebars and sat on the seat. It was just about time for the attraction, but something caught his attention, a loud commotion near the exhibits. What could that be? "Guys, I'll be right back," Chip said as he made his way over.
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Post by The Comet on Mar 12, 2016 19:40:11 GMT -5
She'd been at this all day again, practicing the acts she knew better than anything in the world and playing on the hoops, bars and ribbons. Alone, without a care. When Astara was up in the air, nothing else mattered. Problems were best dealt with on the ground so the past two weeks, she avoided it as much as possible, leaving that stupid tent before sunrise and staying as late as the groundkeepers were willing to keep the lights on for her. The trapeze was more forgiving than any stubborn-ass carnie. Hoops didn't need to understand why she decided to drink that night. Silks didn't have to fight about it like they'd never made a mistake before.
Had Astara been paying attention, she would have noticed her foot slipping from the loop but it jerked free and the ribbon pulled taught, flipping her backwards and spinning her. She couldn't reclaim a good grip, rolling down like she was being unwound from the silk. The ribbon released her about a foot off the ground and she squeezed her eyes shut just before flopping hard, belly first onto the safety mat. A muffled voice groaned weakly then shouted a long string of obscenities into the padding, garnering several sideways glances toward the young performer. She slowly rolled onto her back, not bothering to brush wayward purple strands from her face.
"Thought the point was to stay up there." Dimitri stood with a foot on either side of her waist, peering down over crossed arms with a lopsided grin. His smart comment was met with little more than an inward grunt. "Wanna talk about it?" The performer's lips curled into a frown which made Dimitri laugh. "Okay then. Break time, little lady." Astara finally popped one eye open then the other. "Why? I'm not hurt." She sat up cautiously like she was making sure she actually was alright then stood, casting an accusatory glare towards the silks. For once, she didn't bother to push the issue, and ignored the lecture about distractions or focus or whatever he was going on about. "I know you heard me. No tonight. I mean it," Dimitri called after her as she walked away with an acknowledging middle finger tossed over her shoulder.
The only reason she decided to pass through the midway was to see if Chip was still working. If she was taking the night off, Astara was going to chill in their shared RV, maybe get some actual rest. She knew her estranged best friend would be performing so she wasn't too worried about having to defend her right to be there. It was her home too, even if she had been the one to storm out. He looked like he was preparing to leave his booth which meant he hadn't yet returned to the RV to prepare for his performance, so she had to kill time. Ugh, she didn't want to see his annoying face right now, storming past with a slight limp. Her foot was kind of hurting from being twisted up in the stupid silk and she forgot that she was trying not to limp. She didn't want questions about that either. The performer rarely made mistakes like that and when she did, well, she could fly! Of course, Chip was the only one who knew that. To everyone else, she was just improving her routine.
Astara stopped to peek into Madam LeSauvage's Cabinet of Curiosities. Among the oddities inside the largest tent on the grounds, stood a large so-called magical grandfather clock. "You're gonna be late," she scolded Chip under her breath. The girl knew her best friend's performance schedule as well as her own, if not better. Also in the tent was that... thing she detested. It was the newest addition to the exhibits and everyone loved it despite knowing what exactly it was. Something about that thing made her feel weird, not to mention it literally made her hair stand on end when she approached it too closely, like she was touching one of those giant static electricity balls. That tended to happen when near an object that radiated high amounts of cosmic energy. It made her feel as though her own powers were being supercharged which wasn't a good feeling. Nauseating, in fact, which was what she was starting to feel now.
Quickly, she backed away from the tent. Her skin was tingling like that thing was closer than it was. As she was moving away, she bumped into a larger man who clamped massive hands onto either shoulder. "This her?" he asked a similarly built man next to him. The other man touched her arm then instantly withdrew it like he'd been burned. "Yep. Take her. I have Hank grab the rock." The man picked Astara up to follow orders but not without a fight. "The fuck.. Hey! Let go of me!" Her feet were off the ground so she was kicking at anything her legs could reach. This man was so strong, her legs were the only halfway useful weapons she had. She accidentally kicked two carnival goers who realized what was happening and were attempting to help. It became a commotion as she was being forcefully taking, kicking and screaming through the carnival grounds.
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Post by Burst on Aug 7, 2016 14:32:32 GMT -5
Some days just felt longer than others. Yes, they were all the same twenty four hours of bullshit, but they felt different. And that was something that everyone seemed to understand. Chip watched as Astara limped by, despite the fact that he could tell she was trying not to do that. She must have hurt herself practicing for her routine. Part of him wanted to jump up and make sure she was okay. But part of him was still angry with her. He knew that he should just let it go. It wasn't like he'd never screwed up before. And it wasn't like she made a habit of getting drunk. Who was he to be angry with her for one night? But he couldn't help remembering what his parents had gone through because of the alcohol. That was why he hated it, and she knew. That, that was what he was mad about. But she wouldn't see that, of course. She was just as stubborn, if not moreso, than he was.
But now, sitting on his bike, he heard the commotion coming from the exhibits. Something told him that Astara was involved somehow. She did always seem to find herself right in the middle of everything, even if she didn't mean to be. Then the commotion became shouting, and he barely heard something about grabbing an item. They had to be talking about that new thing that Madam LaSauvage had gotten recently. That thing had creeped Chip out since the woman had brought it to the carnival. He turned his bike quickly, revving up the engine. Hearing it purr to life, he started towards the commotion. Yep, he was right, Astara was right there. But it obviously wasn't her fault, whatever was going on. He leapt off his bike, letting it drop to the ground, and without a thought of keeping secret his abilities, he fired off into a burst of speed.
One of the men came out of LaSauvage's tent with the item, just in time to get barreled into by the quick moving carnie. Before he knew it, the two of them were almost a mile away, rolling to a stop and crashing against a few trees. Chip stood up, used to the impact of stopping like that. But what he didn't know was that the other guy could withstand it as well. "Well, shit," he breathed out heavily as the larger man stood up and cracked his knuckles. Speed was going to be the order of the day. Luckily that was something that he had in spades. The large man rolled his neck and moved forward two steps. Before he got any further, Chip was on the move, quickly bursting forward and tripping the large man. He skidded to a stop and spun around. "Point, me," he said with a smirk.
Yes, he was worried about Astara, but to be totally honest, she was much more powerful than he was. She'd be okay, if she would use her abilities. Even if she didn't, she had an entire group of carnies that could help her out. That loved her enough to help her out. Chip moved again, starting to burst again, but caught a fist to the face. The speed he'd begun to build up was enough to make the hit four times harder. Chip fell to the ground and his body skidded away. Two teeth rattled and fell from his mouth. As he started to stand, he stumbled, dropping back down and looking up. His vision was blurred, but he could just make out the form of the large man standing over him. "God damn it," he slurred.
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Post by Aozemar Voslahr on Oct 8, 2018 2:26:57 GMT -5
The girl's screams and curses had pierced the silence of the semi-truck trailer, reverberating off the walls in a migraine-inducing pitch. Fuck did she have a set of pipes on her. It was intriguing to hear a so-called fair creature with so much fight in her. While he'd yet to see her, he knew she'd be a fun one. Aozemar had ordered his fair share of kidnappings in the past, mainly for ransom, but this one was different. There was a strange object attached to the deal, and the girl was somehow attached to this rock thing. They came as a package. His interests, of course, weren't with the rock. Djinn could have it. His sight was set on the prisoner he'd been charged with and he couldn't wait. Now, though, there was other business to attend to.
"Take her to the sanctuary," he ordered the goons once they had her locked tight in the trailer then slinked back towards the fairgrounds. A young man was down on his luck, literally, on the ground looking worse for wear. This must have been the kid who was attempting to come to the girl's rescue. Aozemar stopped beside him, peering down upon this pathetic being with a bemused smirk. After a moment, that smirk faded and he extended a hand down to the kid to help him up. "Got yer ass handed to ya, eh?" It was a rhetorical question. He'd seen the end of it, enough to know that's pretty much what happened. "Them boys ain't nothin' to fuck with. Took some rock an' some chick, it looked like." He paused but not long enough to give the boy a chance to answer. "Friend of yours?" He quirked an eyebrow as he asked. Now the waiting game. He didn't want to let on what he knew so quickly. Oz was a charming guy, he just knew he could win this kid over just like the rest of them.
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