forum It's 3 AM, what better time for a circus rp (Large group)

Started October 05, 2021 by Deleted user

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• Oni - Crazy Traveller - Clown/Jester - he/him - 20
• Saorise Alinsky - Saorise - Ringleader - she/they - 20
• Silas Elinov - Corvid - Falconer - he/him - 21
• Enrique Dante - Mister Dante - Matador - he/him - 19
• Abel Nakamura - Virus - Knife Thrower/Danger Acts - they/he - 19
• Ray Kennedy - Arson - Trapeze/Acrobat - he/him - 20
• Lor Kennedy - Pyro - Fire Breather/Acrobat - she/her - 20
• Peppermint Charlotte - Peppermint - Tightrope/Fire Acts - she/her - 7
• Mary Fitz - Marionette - Acrobat - she/her - 23
• Zeni Astoro - Eschar the Playwright - Playwrite/Performer/Jester - he/him - 40
• Tesia "Tess" "Tessie" Gray - Bird of Prey - Trapeze/Tightrope - she/her - 17
• Dakota LaBestian - Petite Bete - Beast Tamer - any pronouns - 23
• Doku Hendrix - Maple - Snake Charmer/Tightrope - she/her - 28

(I'm pretty bad at starters to be completely honest 💀. You're posts don't need to be this long, I'm just trying to set everything up. Anyone can jump in at any time, hope everyone has fun with this. :))

Laughter and indistinguishable chatter could be heard from the circus. Even though the main show in the tent only happened every few days, the rest of the lot was filled with plenty of carnival games to entertain people every day of the week. The performers would often take this time to rehearse their acts, hang out, or just do whatever it is runaway criminals do! Considering they came to the circus so they could lay low and avoid being in the general public, there were a few caravans in the back of the circus for the performers to sleep. The back was of course fenced off from the circus visitors, exclusive to staff and performers only. The performers would often stay in the back or in the tent, but could still do other things like enjoy the carnival games when they weren't working.

Saoirse was standing on the platform in the center of the tent, practicing for the upcoming show. There wasn't much for her to actually practice, considering they mostly just introduced the individual acts and narrated some things, but that certainly didn't stop them from practicing almost every day. Their "practicing" mostly consisted of random shouting and goofing off, and of course being a general nuisance. But it was fun to her, and that's all that really mattered. They wore their generic ringleader outfit, which was a red tailcoat paired with black pants and boots, and of course her prized possession- a top hat. "Introducing, the great, the amazing, the absolutely wonderful Saoirse!" She shouted at the top of their lungs as they jumped around the platform, giggling hysterically. They would never actually act this way during a show, but rehearsal was like one big playground to her. In the midst of her jumping and spinning around, they accidentally flung the long black stick they used for theatrics to the other side of the tent. They had always insisted it would be more fun to use the stick than just using her hands and pointing at stuff. Saoirse was extremely reckless with it though, it was a miracle it hadn't broken yet.

Silas was sitting in the stands, reading a book of old poems. He preferred to stay away from the guests unless he had to, and he knew he would be too tempted to nap if he hung out in his caravan. The seats in the tent were just uncomfortable enough to keep him from getting sleepy. He wasn’t paying attention to Saoirse, until their black stick went whizzing past his head, just missing Grev, who was perched on his shoulder.
“Watch it!”
His tone was stern, but didn’t quite sound angry. Closer to a father disciplining a child who was about to do something stupid.
“You could’ve hit Grev! You know he’s still recovering from the time that kid in the crowd grabbed him!”
The crow tilted his head in affirmation. Grev had recovered physically, but was still quite a bit jittery from that incident.

"Having fun over there," Doku asked Saoirse playfully as she walked into the tent. She had just gotten ready for the day and had decided to go grab a drink with Star hanging around her neck. Doku seemed much more serious than Saoirse and seemed to maintain a cold glare even when she was joking around. Star let out a small hiss as if speaking greetings to Saoirse.

Abel listened to the banter of their comrades, throwing knife after knife into the well-worn wooden tower. Technically, the tower was used for the support of the tent, but they didn't really need that, did they? A bubbly laugh escaped their lips as one knife bounced off the wood and ricocheted back towards their head. Abel caught the knife with their fingertips by the blade, and then hurled it back at the beam with a little more force than truly necessary. The dagger stuck into the wood with a loud THUMP, the noise rendering the tent momentarily silent.

“It is morally inconsequential to hit a witness.”

Oni paused as he realized what he had just said. He then burst into a fit of laughter.

It took him a moment to calm down. He then noticed the black stick fly by Grev and he couldn’t help himself.

“Watch your head!”he called to Silas and Grev. He burst into another fit of laughter.

He stood near the tower Abel was throwing knives, rehearsing as much as watching. When Abel threw a knife a bit too hard, he paused in his laughter, then almost immediately resumed.

“Nice shot! I do believe we have a winner,”he commented with a goofy accent.

~~~~~~~

Eschar sat in his caravan, completing a new play and plotting against Oni. He had kept the guise of friendliness up, just to be sure, but he suspected that Oni already knew something was wrong.

What to do? What to do? How could he get to Oni without the little weasel figuring out his plans?

Eschar sighed, then resumed writing his play. An idea came to his head, one that would fit the play perfectly, and allow him to finally kill his fool rival, Oni.

Saoirse stopped jumping around and grinned at all her fellow performers. She waved her hand high in the air as a greeting, already running to where they had thrown their stick. They were normally pretty energetic, but she was especially hyper when excited for performances. Reaching where her stick landed, they quickly picked it up from the ground and faced Silas.
"Sorry about that, it has a mind of its own! Bad stick!" She said as she pretended to scold the black stick. Turning to the Grev, they bowed her head as if the bird was some sort of god. "Didn't mean to scare you, Grev! I promise I'll make it up to you!" They said to the bird, almost enthusiastically.
"We can have a tea party or something, it'll be way funner than hanging out with this guy!" She quickly added with a giggle before running back to the center of the stage, turning around to stick their tongue out at Silas. These childish antics were pretty normal coming from Saoirse.

High above the ground inside the tent, Peppermint tiptoed across the tightrope, clutching her parasol. She donned a more simple dress than her costume, but it still matched the pink-and-white color scheme of the rest of her clothing. She lifted her parasol up in the air, hitting the button that activated the lighter in the tip, and began spinning it as the fire spread to the edges of the parasol.
The girl lifted one leg off the rope, balancing on tiptoe and one foot, but she didn't dare look down. That, of course was much too scary for her.
As she reached the other platform, she clambered down the ladder, her parasol still alight. She was planning on learning to float down with the parasol, but she would debut that trick at their next stop.

Silas shook his head with a sigh. Grev mimicked him, shaking his own head and letting out an exasperated squawk. He continued to read, tapping his foot on the ground. He didn’t mean to do this; his legs just did it. He stopped once he noticed it, a little nervous that the tapping would annoy one of his coworkers.

Tess started across the tightrope as Peppermint descended. She threw in a few cartwheels until she reached the middle of the rope, then balanced precariously on one foot, looking down at the others below her. She righted herself and noted a trampoline placed conveniently underneath her.
Taking a deep breath, she let herself fall backwards off of the rope, somersaulting in the air, bouncing up off the trampoline with a backflip, and landing on her feet in the sandy ring with a triumphant grin. Of course, she had a few more daring tricks planned for the show. The audience seemed to love the little twists Tess threw into her performances, and who was she to deny them the entertainment they came for?

Ray and Lor were warming up on their own; both were doing stretches and talking back and forth, though Ray was the only one talking verbally. Lor would sign in between stretches. Ray's burned forearms still shifted and rippled with muscle, the burns old enough to have healed over enough by now. Lor also interrupted her stretches with fire, using oil and a match to spew giant bursts of flame. She was careful to aim it away from people. Except for Ray, who was perfectly spaced for the flame to come within a foot, but not burn him.

(Curse you time zonessssss!!!!)

Hearing a lot of loud sounds coming from the performance area, Enrique finally woke up from his little four-hour nap. He yawned as he walked out with Luca tied to a lead. As requested by, well, everyone, Luca had to wear protective wearings on his horns which Enrique was fully against at first but eventually, he accepted it after Luca had gotten used to wearing them.
Walking out, he looked around before walking over to in front of the stand where Silas was sitting, waving to him. “Hellooooo~” he smiled brightly, and tiredly, to him before he turned to the other performers for a moment, not sure if it was okay for him to practice his fight with Luca while the others were training. His own act did take up the entirety of the area after all and he thought it was rude. He stepped closer to Saoirse, smiling politely. “When it’s mi turno, please tell me,” he spoke. “I’ll be just outside with Luca,”

(Ah yes, time zones, the destroyer of rps. Going to sleep now btw)

Saoirse had been watching the other performers practice before cheerfully smiling at Enrique and Luca. "Alrighty, I'll let you know!" His act was one of their favorites to introduce during shows, she loved seeing the crowds' surprised faces when they saw the large bull.
Saoirse was often tempted to get Luca riled up, imagining how thrilling it would be to get chased by a bull, but always realized that doing that would probably end up getting them crushed. So for now, watching him was fun enough. "Hope you and Mr. Bull have fun!" They giggled, referring to Luca by a nickname she liked calling him.