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| Church | Oct 13 2009, 11:00 AM Post #21 |
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Tell your boyfriend,if he says hes got beef-- OoC// Sorry it took so long! My internet was being a jerk and I needed time to work out Veronika’s upcoming act. Your lovely Ariadne has provided inspiration. (: BiC// Normally, at the news of her performing, Veronika would crack a rare, joyous smile that sent shivers down the spines of her fellow freaks. There are only two other circumstances that make her smile in such a manner; a bottle of Russian vodka and a satisfactory slaying. All three usually occur at the same time in her acts, but on occasion the third will slip out in what she claims to be an animalistic hiccup. Having spent so much time creating and caring for most the creatures of Strathim’s, it was rumored the fatal female was a creature herself. The female performers in particular liked to spread stories about how Veronika was the fiendish witch, Baba Yaga, who would eat children from the audience during her act. Not only did the misuse of Slavic folklore irritate Veronika to no end, but the rumors had become potent enough to have a formal separation of the children from the audience before her performance. It is a little known fact amongst her fellow coworkers that as bitter as Veronika was towards everyone, children were among the only people in the world that made her frigid heart soften. There was no explanation for this faint of heart, therefore she kept it secret to herself and showed no disappointment when the children left in herds at the beginning of her performance. But if one paid close enough attention to her during that moment, they would observe a murderous goddess bleed from the heart through glisten in her eyes. At this notion of thought, the tell tale smile didn’t appear on her lips as Vale announced her upcoming performance, which sent the creatures of the cages into a tense state of worry. To shorten what could have been a very intense moment of silence, Veronika regained professional composure and focused her attention on another aspect of his speech. “At what point did you forget that prospective additions were to be run by me before allowed admittance into Strathim’s, let alone to perform in an opening act? Especially those, who possess such creaturely characteristics, like this Arachnitaur whom you so elegantly label as the ‘spider girl.’” The hasty return of her harsh tone sent the animals at ease. Veronika was, in fact, usually consulted before another half-breed was introduced to their cult of curious creatures, mostly because her act consisted of them. However, it was not the young apprentice’s lack of respect for her position that bothered her. It was the failure to inform her of such a rare opportunity this creature’s presence provided. An Arachnitaur was one of the few creatures she had yet to create, let alone see alive in this world. The chance of using her in her act as opposed to the typical Minotaur or Gryphon would be pleasurable enough to distract her from opposing disappointments. “Take me to her immediately so I may finish what procedure you have forgotten.”  --That I'm a vegetarian and I'm not really |
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| Pookie | Oct 13 2009, 03:09 PM Post #22 |
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ooc! Oh cool. ^^ I love it when my characters inspire others. x3 Heh. bic! Vale frowned, watching her carefully. “I didn’t. However,” he held up his hands in defeat, “it’s not like I can oppose what the old man says.” He was, of course, referring to the Ringmaster; the elderly, but quite healthy and hearty man was eccentric in his own right- though Vale thought he had at least some understanding of why this peculiar choice was made. “I believe he is trying to build her confidence and break her in to the ring at the same time.” He shrugged. “But it’s anyone’s guess what his reasons are, really. And I’m not the one who came up with that name, you know.” he pointed out. He wondered why she would be so interested in this girl. Certainly he could understand being angry at not having been informed of something as important as a completely new member of the circus and act, but there something else. She seemed to be a little more interested than just for that reason... He sighed, looking over his shoulder in the direction of the show tent and the soft sobs. “Fine. But… Be easy with her. She’s still young, and she was very sheltered; I’m sure you’ll understand how fragile her mental faculties are.” He warned. To be so sheltered had made the girl incredibly shy and innocent, and it bothered him that she should be made to partake in an act- despite the training he’d been giving her. She would have been better off to have been sent to one of the shamans or wood witches to be trained in healing magics or something else more akin to her nature. He pushed off from the cage he’d been leaning against, motioning for Veronika to follow. He walked casually, hands in his pockets, until he stood in front of the sobbing bundle. He bent down for a closer look, his suspicions confirmed. “There there, what’s wrong Ariadne?” His voiced dropped to a soft, reassuring murmur, and if he’d really had hands he’d have reached out to pat her shoulder. Instead, he could only watch her look up at him with bleary eyes, helpless to do much more. Ariadne wanted to shrink into a tiny ball, embarrassed at having been found crying by the only person who had really taken any kind of friendly approach to her. She desperately wiped at her eyes, trying to stop crying only to find the hot, stinging tears flowing more. She choked out a small whimper and buried her face in her arms once more, too ashamed to show her face. She’d caught sight of the woman who was with him, feeling worse than ever to have one of the professionals here to witness her shame. More than ever she simply wished to never have existed. It would be better than this constant misery and disgust, better than the tears that always fell. Edited by Pookie, Oct 13 2009, 03:10 PM.
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