Lost follows Callabri slowly. She acts like she doesn't notice what
the Grand Master did. She keeps her head down as she passes by him.
She distracts herself by thinking of a storyline for her next song.
She often makes stuff up as she goes, not that it makes her
performance any worse
She decided to head to the snack bar to get some popcorn. She was a
bit hungry, as she woke up late and didn’t have time to eat
breakfast. The performance was in 10 minutes, she had to get ready.
She decided to do fire-batons, something she usually did. She
looked behind her and offered Lost some of her popcorn. She giggled
when she remember that there was something called paying, which she
didn’t usually do. She pulled out a 5 and quickly set it down, then
continued to look at Lost.
She raises an eyebrow at the girl, wondering why she was starting
at her. Seeing the popcorn she grabs a handful and offers a small
smile. Her eyes of course don't follow along with her face, they
only display two emotions: fear and sadness, usually it was
sadness. She glances away from Callabri and at the growing crowd.
Part of her wants to warn them what's to come, but she swallows
that part down.
Noticing her fear, she giggled. “Oh don’t worry! It’s not that bad,
at least we get to play with them for a bit!” She gave a huge grin
and skipped away to her room. She hoped she could add another to
her collection, she was getting bored with the ones she already
had. She sat on the chair and put on some clown makeup. Why did
everyone seem so reluctant to do this? It was so easy and fun, it
gave them something to be proud of (ok what is wrong with her),
something to be remembered by if anyone who knows makes it out
alive.
(Dang Callabri is scwary :0)
Lost watches her go, feeling uncomfortable by what she said. She
only agreed to lure them in, that's it. She moves over to her own
room where she sits down on her uncomfortable bed and stares at
herself in the mirror. She removes her bandanna and tenderly
touches the scar. "Who am I?" She whispers. Why was she here? What
kind of person was she that she was sent to work at this place? Was
she even really a good person? (May of may not have just copied
Hancock in this paragraph xD). She lays back and clenches the
bandanna, tears falling down her face.
“Done!” She exclaimed after she finished with the make-up. She
heard crying in the other room. Don't worry about them, they
don’t know how much this saves them. A voice echoed in her
head. She smiled at the statement, feeling like she was on the
right side. Did she every regret what she did? No, not at all (or
did she?). She loved it here. Why would she ever leave? She danced
around her room before stopping to look at her scars. They were all
over her arms, and some fresh wounds still seeped blood, soaking
through her shirt. She giggled at the sight and kept dancing she
felt so happy, so, so happy. Why would she ever change what she
did? She loved being in the circus, she loved the little kids. She
loved everything. Fire spreading all around her room
Lost covers her face with a pillow, blocking everything out. 'Just
keep breathing' she tells herself. She lays there breathing into
her pillow until her heart rate goes down. When she is calm she
sits back up and puts her bandanna back on. Who cares about who she
was? All she should care about is the now. Poking her head out of
the room she moves back to her dark corner. She sits in the ground
with her arms around her legs. She rests her head on her knees, she
watches the empty stage quietly
(Gonna go to bed. G'night Cosmixx)
(Night)
She danced her way out of her room and through the hallway. She
attempted to go straight to the stage, but something grabbed her
shirt. She turned around and smiled “Oh he-“ she was stopped by a
hand being placed over her mouth. “Shut up, I don’t want to hear a
word out of you.” The figure said. “You need to actually do
your job. Not cry like a little crybaby. I expected more out of
you, but you’re failing me. Get out there and do what you do best.”
The harsh voice ordered.
*Talla walked into the room and saw the man* What have we here?
Looks like the fly is caught in the spiders web. How touching. *The
man tried to scream for help. Talla took out her knife* No one can
save you. *She stepped over him and grabbed his face. She licked it
and caused him to writhe in fear. She took off his gag and put the
knife in his mouth* Tell me something? Have you ever looked the
devil in the eyes? Because when you do, you always want to great
them *She turned the blade in his mouth*......... With a Smile *She
carved a smile in the mans face. She turned around and began to
walk out of the room. She notice blood on her hands and she created
a smile with it*
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
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artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
image itself IF it is available (as of August 1st, 2022). If the
artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
Skyla gave her a small smile before rubbing her temples, she didn't
have a headache, but there was still some sort of pressure. You
can't exactly ignore the fact you hurt a man forever, even if he
did deserve it.
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
image itself IF it is available (as of August 1st, 2022). If the
artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
Skyla looked at Maddy for the longest moment before explaining what
had happened. How she had gone to the restroom to get cleaned up,
how he had followed and locked the door so he could get away with
the henious crime, how her would've been rapist had only been
thwarted after she smacked him in the head with a plunger and
knocked him out and fled in a panick. "I just left him there, in
his own blood pool, if he wasn't dead I'm sure Talla or Callabri
finished him off."
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
image itself IF it is available (as of August 1st, 2022). If the
artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
Credit to art I use in roleplays is always linked to the
image itself IF it is available (as of August 1st, 2022). If the
artist is on PH, starter will be linked (see this)
Callabri’s eyes watered. Crybaby? Why would they say that? Wasn’t
she... doing good? She wiped her eyes before putting on a smile and
walked out into the ring. This was the smaller half of the show, so
not many people would be performing. Her mouth quivered a bit,
threatening to cry out.
The Grand Master smiled as he turned around and walked back into
the hallway. He needed to keep them in place, he couldn’t be nice
if he wanted to do that.