Have you ever tried catching smoke?

Straight////Single////22////Tent Assignment: #9 (Cerulean)//// Home Island Cottage Assignment: #241//// Skill: Smoke manipulation [[[This is just a rp-blog.]]]

[freak-bom]

"You are adorable."

“I am what??” she questioned surprised. Eyebrows furrowed a little. “How in the world am I adorable?” It wasn’t a question where she expected someone to explain in great detail how adorable she was only so that she can boost her ego. Secretly knowing and being convinced that she is adorable. No, Bom or known as Iral mostly, had a really hard time understanding what the young woman could mean when she said that Iral was adorable.

Throughout her life she’s been called a lot. All kind of different adjectives. Some where nice, some where rather mean, but adorable… that one was a first. Yes, she tried to be friendly when she was with others, a joyful young woman. Figuring that most people at the circus had a rather unpleasant life before, cause after all not everyone understands those powers those individuals had. Therefore she thought that it would be a nice strategy to be as open and outgoing as possible, however lately she saw herself more and more breaking her own ‘rules’ and just hide away alone by her tent or somewhere else.

“Adorable….” she formed the word again as if she would be able to understand it more clearly now. Did that woman figure out that Iral mostly only put on a show and thought it was ‘adorable’ how she tried? Or… did she actually really believe that Iral as a person was simple..adorable?

It was something the black haired woman would be determined to find out.

[freak-bom]

"I like when you smile."

The young woman stopped immediately. The long skirt of her dress still in motion, outlining her back curves as it brushes against her still body. For a second she questioned if it was really her that the male person with rather deepish voice meant. After all there were other people her too. Not many but still. Curious tho and since she already stopped walking anyway, she turned to the side.

There stood a young man with brightly blond hair. He was looking at her, watching her, however she still wasn’t completely convinced that he actually meant her. No one really told her before that they would like it when she smiles. It was weird.

“Do you… mean me?” as if her confused expression wasn’t enough, she also pointed at herself. “Thank you. Those are kind words….” the black haired woman couldn’t help but do smile at him brightly. It does not happen often that someone complimented her in a nice way without any second thoughts. It made a wave of happiness rush through her body like a little teenage girls.

Those simple words really made her day, and kept her from spending another day away from the others in her own tent. Alone.

[freak-bom]

Send for my muse's reaction

"I adore you."

"You are adorable."

"I'll protect you with my life."

"I wish you would notice me and maybe develop feelings for me."

"Storm is coming."

"You are cute but we're not going to be a thing."

"Can I kiss you?"

"Give me a sign!"

"I want to be your friend."

"I need you."

"I hate you!"

"Get over it."

"That was rude."

"I'm trying to flirt with you, okay?"

"You are my enemy."

"I like when you smile."

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[freak-bom]

Dear Diary // Bom & Myungsoo

It was an ordinary day. Just like any other.... by now there was a routine. Everyone had their schedule. Knew when they had to be at their tent, when they could sneak away and when they could grab a quick snack to eat. Bom, known as Iral to most people her and the audience, watched as crowd left her tent. She could hear them talking excitedly, or scrunching up their nose cause they didn't like the smell. Iral couldn't care less. A smoke cloud slowly formed in the middle of the tent, from barely visible to getting thicker and thicker, her silouette started to show.

As the young woman appeared, the smoke around her disappeared. Waiting till the last kid exited her tent, she turned around and walked to the other end, slipping through a hidden exit. For the next two hours she had no new performance and as always she used that time to watch her fellow circus members perform. Iral loved it to blend into the crowd, acting and feeling like she was only a guest herself. Fascinated by those amazing performances.

Passing by a view tents she spotted a bunch of people surrounding a particular tent... or more like cage. Like the little boy next to her, pulling on his mothers arm, she stepped closer, squeezing herself through the crowd to get a better look. “Yah... move you weirdo!” “Do something.” “Mom... that's boring...” grown men were shouting at the cage, little kids were pouting disappointed or knelt down to get a stone which they could throw through the bars.

An old woman pulled her grandchild away from the cage and with quick moves Iral claimed their spot at the front. With big eyes she starred at a young man in the far back of the cage. Motionless he just sat there, eyes closed as if he would sleep or meditate. Curious she tilted her head to the side, the man next to her ratting at the bars. “Lion? Pfft... do something you weirdo!” was yelling another one.

Slightly disgusted by the crowd around her she frowned. She heard about the circus' 'lion' but never had the chance yet to see or talk to him. More and more stones were flying through the bars now, even some food landed near his foot. How disgusting could people be? Iral almost turned around, as a stone suddenly hit the young man's shoulder and she almost gasped as her eyes met his.

[freak-bom]

Afterwork Talk // OPEN

The sun was already going down, coloring the landscape in a mix between orange, red and yellow. The heat from the hot day slowly but surely started to fade away and you could move around without sweating like crazy.

Bom could hear birds singing their lullabies in the distance as she sat behind her tent, the circus gate s being closed for a while now. Mindlessly she payed with the cigarette between her fingers, smoke ascending from it faintly, swirling and disappearing into the air. She remembered how she always scolded her dad for smoking when she was still a little kid. She hated the smell, it made her eyes and nose hurt, but now, now she was drawn to them too, addicted. She needed that cigarette, that smoke like she needed air. Probably thanks to her nice little ability. The thing that would make her a freak in the eye of most others.

Slowly, like carried from the breeze of the wind, the smoke started circling around her fingers, up to her wrist and further around her arm. Bom followed the movement with her eyes, not noticing the person approaching her. Tho she was at the circus for a while now, she still doesn't know all of them, and is hesistant to call them her friends.

But when she finally looked up, her eyes wandering up the body of the person, a smile stole itself onto her lips.

“Want one?” she held her hand out immediately, between her fingers a new cigarett which she took quickly out of her pocket a second before.

[cirquedufreak-rp]

Follow the puff of smoke, Iral!

Name: Park Bom (Iral) Age:22 Tent Assignment: #9 (Cerulean) Home Island Cottage Assignment: #241 Skill: Smoke manipulation:

She can manipulate smoke in any way she wants. She can intensify it, make it thicker or thinner and even change the color and shape it however she wants. Playing with it she can also turn herself into smoke and reappear wherever she wants in this smoke cloud.

However, there needs to be a source for the smoke. She can’t just make it appear out of nowhere and there are limits to how far she can spread the smoke. 

Member Status: since Kawaguchi, Japan

Performance Details:  Her performance takes place in a tent. Every visitor gets a candle when they enter and they have to sit down. It is a circle form with some empty space in the middle. She walks in with them, unnoticed and sits down. When everyone is in the tent the room is lit by all the candles, when they are told to blow them out. As the smoke spreads around in the tent, Bom disappears in it, shaping and coloring the smoke in different ways. She appears randomly in the middle of the stage, and keeps performing with an amused smile, playing with the audience.

Personality: After her parents death and the trauma with the fire, her personality changed a lot. She was a troublemaker. She is confident in herself. Speaks what she thinks, yet can be mysterious about certain things. Bom likes to play with people. Tease them, be witty. You could describe her as outgoing with a rather big mouth. However she also has a soft and quiet side to her. Which she keeps hidden however behind a mask of confidence.

As you say there is no smoke without fire and nothing could describe her better than that. Restless she wanders around, disappearing here and reappearing there. She will seem outgoing, friendly and witty. But there is more to her than just those simple traits. Bom shapes her personality the way she shapes her smoke, depending on who she is with, how she feels and what others might expect. Life left its marks on her as she tries to find her path. 

[freak-kyungsoo]

Beat The Heat || Kyungsoo - Bom

There was a reason why D.O refused to sleep with more than a short not longer than where his knees were, and that was because he’s easily irritated when it got too hot, and with spring blooming around the corner - don’t get him wrong, he loves spring - he wasn’t sure if he’s supposed to cry from happiness or from irritation.

It was a nice feeling with the sun embracing his now not freezing skin, but the sudden lost of cold made him sweaty and sticky, and no. Just no. He was never a fan of being sweaty - reasons why he was not that much into sports - because it makes you smell weird and… no. He loved the fresh smell brought about spring though, the way those pretty flowers makes everything colorful and so different from the dull and lifeless winter. Yep, D.O definitely prefers spring… but why does spring in Asahikawa hotter than he originally remembers spring? - maybe it’s just him, but still.

With a sigh, D.O made his way to the circus’ “kitchen” and rummaged through the fridge, beaming when he saw solid ice in the freezer and pulling a small block. He crushed the block first before he’s plugging in the blender and dropping the semi-crushed ice in and turning it on. He grabbed some random fruits from the fridge and sliced them up, turning off the blender for a while and dumping the fruits in and turning it on once more. He got himself a cup and poured the now fresh and cold fruit shake on it and frowning at the still huge amount left on the blender.

He was contemplating on putting the rest of the fruit shake back on the fridge so the others could enjoy it too as he slowly sipped his own cup when he heard a slight rustle and he looked behind him, seeing the flap of the kitchen tent opening slightly. D.O gulped nervously.

[freak-bom]

No matter what, it's either too cold or too hot. On the boat ride Bom had sleepless nights cause it was so cold, tho you still could manage by putting on all the cloths you have. No however it was far too hot for her to sleep. If she could she would fill the bathtub with ice cubes and just lay there all day and night, but sadly she couldn't.

Her oversized T-shirt kept sticking to her back as she rolled onto her stomach, one arm already hanging out of the bed. A loud sigh escaped her lips as she finally gave up on trying to fall back asleep and opened her dark colored eyes. As Bom sat up she pulled on her shirt, scrunching her nose up while doing so. She hated sweating.

Annoyed and by now fully awake she got up and went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower. It felt like heaven when the ice cold water was running down her skin, washing the sweat away. However, she couldnt waste too much water and stepped out of the shower far too soon. Dressed in a new, still oversized shirt and short hotpants that barely covered her butt, peeking out from under her shirt once in a while, she stepped out of her tent.

With nothing to do she head to the circus kitchen. Maybe it would be a little bit cooler there? Bom didn't bother to put on some shoes and the dry grass, stitching on her bare soles. “Damn you heat...” she muttered as she opened flap to the kitchen tent, only to freeze in her position. She wasn't alone.

“Oh...Hi” she lifted up her hand to wave at the young man infront of her, a smile on her face. “Didn't think I would encounter someone here at that time ~” a soft chuckle escaped her lips as she stepped further into the tent.

Since Bom was fairly new to the circus, she still hasn't really talked with all of the other performers and the man infront of her was one of them. Embarassingly enough she couldn't even remember his name properly, she did however remember his performance and ability. Earth manipulation. Something truly fascinating.

“I watched your performances. Impressive.” she kept on talking, far too wide awake now. “I am Bom by the way. But go as Iral while performing and all. I am kinda new ~ “ she explained while her eyes wandered to the blender.

“Looks delicious ~”

[freak-bom]

A Boat Ride // Bom + Jihoon

It was funny in a way. Bom joined the circus about two days ago. The first one she spend in getting her stuff set, making it a little bit comfortable, getting adjusted to the place. She watched the other performances silently, curiously tilting her head to the side, an amused smile on her lips as she watched the other 'freaks'. This was definitely the place she belonged to, at least for a while. You never know where the wind may blow. But for now, this was her home.

What she did not know however, was the fact that she would have to pack all her things once again only a few hours later and stepping onto a boat to bring them to their next destination. Sure, packing was troublesome and she hated it. Like she always did, since she was little, but another part of her felt this big rush of excitement. Another place she has never been to. Different people, different environment, different stories. She loved it. Bom hated it being stuck in one place for long. She was restless, couldn't settle down. When she stayed in one place for too long it seemed to drive her crazy, feeling like she would explode any second.

A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about it. She was a mess, but it amused her to a certain degree. Bom was standing on the outer deck of the boat. Her body was wrapped in an old coat, a scarf only loosely hanging around her neck, dancing with her long black hair in the wind. It was cold. Not freezingly cold yet, but you could feel that the temperature was slowly dropping. Tho she has talked to some other circus people, she was far from knowing everyone. A few glances here and there, remembering their performance, but that was all.

The end of her cigaret lit up orange as she sucked on it, keeping the smoke in her mouth for a while before blowing it out, watching it as it shaped itself into flowers before disappearing. She didn't even realize that someone else has joined her on the deck as well, not too far away from her. Bom turned her head to the side slowly, her eyes wandering over the mans features curiously. She has seen him a few times already, but never spoke to him before. His name... is a mystery. Sure, she could make some guesses, however it was doubtful that she would pick the right one. She never was good with names, always only remembered the faces.

'hmm...' the tip of her tongue played with the cigaret, making it move from left to right, then started walking over. Her hands fished for the pack of cigarets in her coat pocket. “Want one?” she stopped next to him, extending her hand with the pack and a soft smile on her lips.

[freak-bom]

The night is darkest just before the dawn....be carefull

[jartruck]

[punjaban-kuri]

What are we after all our dreams, after all our memories?

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