forum The Circus (sort of reboot) [Closed]

Started April 16, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

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"Tam?" Beaux went into a hand stand and walked over to him. "Are you alright? You seem a bit, um, tense." And his face said it all. He was angry, she just wanted to know why?

He stopped and let out a long breath. Without looking at her, he asked, "How long have you been here, Beaux?" he asked ruggedly.

"Hm, do say about an hour." She let her legs fall so she was in a back bend. "It's quite relaxing training by yourself. I might start waking up earlier to do so." She left up the top half of her body so she was standing. Next to her was her water bottle, as she reached for it she sat on a bench and watched as Tam hit the bag.

"No," Tam managed between punches. "How long have you been in the Circus?" He stopped punching, leaning his head against the bag to catch his breath.

She copied his motion and tilted her head. "Since I was eleven, so about five years now. And I hate every minute of it." She smiled sarcastically. Anyone who liked this was crazy. Harrow is an abusive and manipulative person. He was crazy, and she had a few scars to prove it. "Why do you ask?"

"This is my tenth year here," he admitted quietly, avoiding her gaze. "I've never tried to escape because I know what Harrow is capable of and the only reason I've never tried to escape is because I can't go through a repeat of those first few years. Aza is going to ruin that, Beaux. I don't know how to stop her," he muttered nervously, swaying back and forth with the bag.

"Is she planning something?" Her eye brows raised with curiosity. If there was something she could do to help get out of here, she would do it. "How is she going to ruin it?" Beaux had never really been all that close to anyone here, but she have had a few conversations with Tam. If no one was willing to talk to her, why should she be the only one to put in effort?

Tam went still and looked over at Beaux. "You're tempted," he observed.

Throwing her hands up, she stood. "Of course I am. Who wouldn't be? That doesn't mean I'm going to do anything." She walked closer to him and looked him straight in the eyes. "She not going to murder anyone, right?" Murderer was not on Beaux's bucket list.

Tam held Beaux's stare. "I don't know," he admitted. "I don't know if she has a plan. All I know is that Harrow can crush her no matter how prepared she is."

(see you tomorrow!)
Wila went straight to a building off of the training center where they held the equipment for performances and the Aireal performer's silks. She hooked up a white silk curtain to a rope the hoisted it up to the ceiling. Turning on some dark melodic music, she hauled herself up and hang upside-down for a few minutes, clearing her mind.

"Theres always someone stronger than someone else. There's bound to be some who will challenge him, and someone he won't be able to beat or at least put up a challenge." Beaux smiled, a genuine smile. "I'm just waiting for that time. Then we all can be free."

Tam didn't look at her, saying nothing. He thought about answering before turning away from her and heading for the ladders to practice tightrope.

Aza began singing quietly, not lonely in the slightest.

Beaux didn't expect him to talk to her long, so instead she went back to practicing.
(Sorry it's short, I didn't know what else to write.)

(Here she is kids, prepare to cower, https://pin.it/nvmjjicolliuac)
Naomi, assistant to Harrow, marched into the room, a grin fixed on her face. "Glad you're here, children. Please come stand in front of me," she called sweetly, spreading out her arms in a graceful welcoming gesture. She stood by the doors, dressed head to toe in the sleek black jumpsuit she used to train, every day, same time.

Beaux walked on her hands over to Naomi. She always liked walking on her hands more than her feet. "Here." Although she didn't want to be, she didn't want Harrow to hear she had disobeyed. Keeping a low profile though was getting harder.

Naomi arched a pencilled eyebrow. "Stand properly, sweetie." She turned her head and looked up at Tam. "Will you get down here, honey?" She called up to Tam. The latter didn't answer. Naomi's smile widened and she gave Beaux a conspiratory wink.
Pulling a thin blade from a near-invisible pocket in her uniform, she sent it flying up, up and higher up with a minimal flick of her wrist. The blade spun towards the tightrope and sliced right through the one Tam stood on, splitting the room right between the boy's two feet. With a swallowed scream Tam fell with the rope, landing hard and unprotected on the thin mats drilled into the wood floor. The blade landed a few feet away from Naomi, who calmly bent to pick it up. Tam hadn't moved from the ground, quietly groaning.
With an inhuman effort and a fresh wave of agony he rolled onto his stomach, hoping that being face down would hide the tears streaming down his face.
"Come now, Tam. We've got to get to work!" Naomi reprimanded airily, putting away her delicate weapon.

"Tam!" Beaux did stand properly, but not for Naomi, no, it was to reach Tam faster. Skidding on her knees she stopped at his side. "Oh, God. Are you okay?" Ignoring all that Naomi said, Beaux guessed keeping a low profile would be harder than she first had thought. Her knees stung. Tje ground was not good for the skin and she knew it would injure her a bit. The only thing that mattered was that Tam was okay and that she could perform tonight.

Without a word Tam pushed Beaux away. "Please, get back in line," he mumbled faintly. "I'll be fine."
With Naomi silently watching the exchange, a childish grin on her face, Tam carefully got to his feet, moving extremely slowly. He stumbled and grabbed Beaux's arm support, making it look to Naomi as though he was dragging Beaux forward.
Of course, Naomi caught on. "Beaux, honey," she started walking towards the two. "You can go and get Wila off of the silks and on here." She cupped Beaux's face in hers, staring levelly into her eyes. "I've got a stunning costume for you tonight."
She pushed Beaux and Tam apart, pushing the girl towards the silks door.
"Tam, I'd suggest you get started on that rope you broke," she tutted.

Wila came into the training room and stood in line. "Here," she said quietly, glancing over at Tam then looking away. She just wanted the day to be over, to go back to a land where things were right in the world

Naomi twisted around. "Amazing!" she said delightedly, clapping her hands together. "Now… Aza?" she asked the group, putting a pensive finger to her lips.

Beaux was frozen on the ground for a bit. She couldn't help but feel she was on Naomi's bad list. And what was with Tam? All she wanted was to help. First it was worry, but now, anger started to bubble up. If people didn't want her help, then she wouldn't help anymore. She stood ready to get Willa, but when she turned Willa was already in line. Blood dripped down her legs. Guess it was worse than she thought. With every step it hurt a little more, her face was still, determined not to show emotion. Any emotion. She got back in line but stared at the ground. If she saw anyone's face she was afraid to burst. Wait, a perfect outfit? Glancing up she looked at Naomi.