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| Hunter Williams | Apr 5 2010, 12:25 PM Post #1 |
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Aerial Ace
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How had it come to this? Hunter glanced back over his shoulder at Mr. Hyde, trying his very best to keep his face pleasant and professional, but he couldn't help the touch of pleading in his eyes. Was this really about to happen? Alright. Okay. Maintain the cover by any means necessary right? "H'okay Meester Hyde. I vill see you tonight at zee show!" A stiff wave was given to the man in charge of the entire circus operation as the see through door clicked shut behind him. "Yep. See you in the ring, I expect the acts to be top notch, can't keep folk around who don't push the envelope a little. And Alek? A Dunk man's got to interact, give the crowd some good jeers. you'll get a hang of it soon enough." And now? He was sitting on a bench wearing nothing but a pair of uncomfortably tight red swim trunks designed for a man of a somewhat smaller build than the mechanic with his feet dangling over an encased pool of water and people, lots and lots of people, were lining up to watch him. See, Hunter had not been intending to do anything like swimming today. In fact, he couldn't swim at all; but Aleksei would have known how to. Aleksei's mother was in a small time synchronized swimming act. Hunter couldn't exactly use that as an excuse to stay out of this tank. The trouble had started while he was meeting with Mr. Regulus Hyde for the first face to face meeting with the man that ran the show. It turned out the crew would be performing their test runs that night in front of a crowd of a couple hundred and then their acts would be run every couple of days depending on scheduling. Hunter had been just about to leave and rush in to get everyone prepared when the man had gotten a call from the main floor. He needed just a little help for the afternoon shift because an illness had been going around and all the spare clowns were out in med bay. It had been one of those pleasant commands not a request, because of course a Knife Thrower did not need a chance to prepare his act. A knife thrower breathed his act! Never the less... on went the swim trunks and into the dunk tank Hunter went, all manner of fancy Alliance folk and their snot nosed children preparing to hurl colorful little balls at a target in hopes of plunging the man shockingly into a pool complete with fish below. And they were off! The first customers? A group of boys just verging on teen years strutting around like big men on campus. Hunter's guts twisted at the first throw but it missed by a mile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad? In fact five shots each and none of the kids even came close to hitting the target! Hunter relaxed a little, getting into it with the crowd and heckling as best he could with the accent laid on. it seemed like the more he psyched them out the worse their aim got! None of these folks would have done well as soldiers under fire. Just a couple more hours and he was in the clear! |
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| Gwen MacKenzie | Apr 5 2010, 01:47 PM Post #2 |
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Operative
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That was what Hunter thought. Gwen, no, Ana walked through the throng of people enjoying the whole carnie feel. It was rare that anything like that ever game out to Verbena and the one time she had seen a show had been on a business trip with her father to the Core. There was a certain electric feel to the whole show- children running around wanting to see everything, acts being preformed infront of their eyes that defied every logic, and not to mention the smell of fattening foods. The blond haired woman even carried a little thing of blue cotton candy around with her munching on it from time to time. She had already been down to the stables and worked with the horse that had been dubbed as hers for the nights performance. Another few acts had practice time before she would be allowed to test the waters so to speak and the woman had been encouraged to explore the grounds and make herself at home. That was when Gwen, no, Ana, saw a sight she figured she never would have seen. Alek was good at heckling the people. The more they missed the more cocky he got. Ana stood off a distance eating one more small piece of the sugary candy before dumping it in a bin. It was just to perfect a set up. He and Fi had trashed up her medical bay in a way, he and Rora had been in an argument, not to mention Cora and Drew... Revenge was a dish best served cold was it not? Paying with a token she had been given before she had set off on her mission to explore the grounds, Ana picked up one of the balls studying it carefully before looking back to Alek. It was hard not to hide the wry little grin that slid across her face. |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 5 2010, 01:59 PM Post #3 |
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Pocket Sized Fatalities
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Here she'd been, minding her own business, walking through the crowd, pretending she was a friendly loving type of person. Fi was making nice with the crowd, she was apparently going to be one of the new 'faces' of the Bing and was supposed to interact with the crowd. She could mingle and advertise all at the same time. Petite and pretty and bright. It was the bright part that was starting to irritate her. She was a jeans and a vest kind of girl, outfits you could hide weapons in. The only weapon she had on her at the moment was the knife tucked into her belt. It wasn't even all that large. She was mingling, flirting and smiling with a group of young men before their attention was grabbed by something else. Following their eyes she found Hunter. No, Aleksei, sitting over a dunk tank. She looped her arm through one of theirs, blinking sweetly up at the man and asking if she could have a try. No one else had been able to dunk Hunter and he was heckling everyone with a certain amount of Glee. "Could I have a turn?" She was asking in her sweet Violet voice as she stepped out from behind the crowd. The widening of Hunter's eyes said that he hadn't noticed her ... or maybe it was from the brightness of Fi's tiny little dress. That was what the leggings were for, she wasn't comfortable wearing just the dress, too short. "Here you go Violet, just aim for the center of circle," The man picked up three balls and handed her the first, treating her like the simple little creature she was pretending to be. She gave him an extra wide smile and took the first ball, throwing carefully so that the ball just bounced off the top of the target, shaking the dunk platform but not dropping Hunter. She turned, widening her eyes and pouting up at the man. He chuckled and handed her the next ball. "Try again, you were close," She wiggled a little and then sent a wicked look to Hunter, letting him know that he was going down this time. She threw the ball swiftly and it hit right in the center, slamming the target back and dropping Hunter into the tank. She squealed and leaped at the man, throwing her arms around his neck as he swung her around and the crowd cheered. She still had one ball, but she'd already dunked Hunter, so she grabbed the arm of a small little girl and handed her the ball, waiting for Hunter to stop thrashing around and being dramatic so the little girl could throw the ball. |
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 5 2010, 03:11 PM Post #4 |
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Aerial Ace
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Things were going good! No one had done much more than jar the target a bit and Hunter was still sitting high and dry. He was even starting to have a little fun with it, ripping into the big guys who came up and missed but being nice enough to the younger kids who gave it a try. heck he had even gotten a few of the guys flustered and determined to dump him, much to the amusement of the crowd; before his eyes caught something he really, really did not want to see. The familiar stance of the once red headed captain who wasn't exactly feeling sympathetic for him these last few days was set amid the bustling little crowd. His eyes widened a touch, still smiling but trying to will the woman to get the hell out of line. There was no way talk from him would cause her to slip up and Hunter had to assume she had fairly decent aim. "Looks liek eet is just not your day sir! Ef you try down zee row there is a game that es a liettle bit easier no? Don't waste your hard got money!" He kept it up, a burly guy in his young twenties scowling at Hunter before stepping off to let a few of his buddies have their turn which meant Gwen was just one closer in line and had that ball menacingly in her hand. Glancing back to the next thrower Hunter realized a switch had been made and nearly choked on his own tongue. Color drained from his face as his fingers tucked subtly around the edge of the bench. Fi?! Really? Fi! Here she had just charmed her way up to the front of the line and was getting ready to drop him to his horrible watery death. After the first throw jarred him about and caused his stomach to flop the man all but out right scowling at the tiny woman in clothes that absolutely didn't suit her. But he didn't have time to really take note of her attire as he immediately recognized the 'you're going down' look. Just before her arm released his face broke into a flash of panic. Miss Fi! Just miss! No such luck though. With a solid clunk the target flipped back, the bench giving out from beneath him and his body hovered mid air for just a split moment until he was tumbling down into the water. He was under and still sinking, thrashing about wildly for a second. he had forgotten to hold his breath and was not starved for air beneath the surface and unable to right himself or give his body any direction at all! His back bumped the floor, fish darting around his head, and Hunter scrambled to push himself up, just barely catching his bare feet on the ground. And then he was standing, head a good foot out into open air, spluttering up water from his mouth and nose. He could stand!!! He could stand and breath! Coughing like mad he half leaned against the reset bench before jeers from the crowd propelled him to try and scramble back up. Hopping and pushing with his arms the mechanic turned Russian entertainment man hauled himself out, tiny red swim trunks clinging to him as water poured off his body. Settling back into the seat he was still coughing, the inside of his nose stinging from breathing it in before fixing Fi with a dirty little glare. What the hell was that for! "Dunk one! Ma'am come on over and get your prize. What do you folks think, is it time we up the stakes a little?" The booth attendant was moving to a set of controls flicking a few on and more water poured in, raising the level about six inches. Edited by Hunter Williams, Apr 5 2010, 03:14 PM.
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| Pila Xiahou | Apr 9 2010, 09:20 AM Post #5 |
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fire.starter
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Pila watched quietly from one of the nearby stands where a friend of hers was making balloon animals. It was her day off, given to her so that she could practice for bigger, crazier stunts in the show that night. She had decided to take a little bit of time to enjoy herself, heading to the carnival area and getting herself a little cardboard dish of funnel cake. Funnel cake was the best food ever invented for a carnival, as far as she saw it, though it was hard to avoid getting the powdered sugar everywhere. The little fire-eater smirked as the petite woman she had met before dunked the handsome man with the funny accent. There seemed to be something between them, a certain tension that was either hatred or sexual. Possibly both. It was enough to make Pila wonder what other relationships there were between the newcomers, a group of people she had so desperately wanted to get to know. They had made it difficult, keeping mostly to themselves. She hadn't had much time off either, always practicing. Bigger, better, louder, faster, more fire! She was always trying to make her show better, and it was a difficult task. After all, there was only so much the human body could handle in the way of burning flames. She approached the dunk tank at last, standing in line behind the little girl whom the pretty blond had handed her last ball to. She was curious as to how the stakes were going to be "upped", and anxious to show off her throwing arm. |
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