just a touch.

Kim Himchan, 24. An Ace that can be found in Midnight Blue & at #237. {18+ closed roleplay account} {tracking: freakhimchan}

[freak-himchan]

"I hate you!"

Something inside Himchan snapped at the utterance, something that was holding him back from absolutely freaking out in her general direction.  Himchan shot a sharp look at Sandara, fingers curling into fists at his side.

"It is not my fault you got so drunk you couldn't stand and then decided that you wanted to fuck me!" he yelled back, not caring if anyone else heard.  "I'm sorry that I can't control my ability sometimes.  I'm sorry you have a tattoo you don't want now.  But it is not my fault that you put my hands on you.  If you have a problem, take it out on the person who made you feel like less than the beautiful woman you are, because I was only trying to help you."

And, gritting his teeth, he turned on the spot and stomped away.  He was quite done with this.

[freak-himchan]

"I adore you."

"Wh-what?"  Himchan’s cheeks warmed up almost immediately, his face flushing bright pink as he stared at Fei.  He knew her by name, knew her to see her, but as far as he could remember they had never spoken before.  The words just seemed so out of place coming from her… but maybe she didn’t mean it in the way Himchan was understanding it.

Maybe she meant she adored the things he did with his hands, the colours he created and splashed on canvas during his performances.  That was what people meant lately, when they said that sort of thing.  It was the same thing as someone saying they loved a certain artist or singer - they didn’t mean they loved them in an ‘I want to marry you or sleep with you, whichever you prefer’ sort of way, but rather an ‘I admire your work and enjoy your existence’ kind of way.

He was overthinking it.  He managed a small smile, shy across his features, and nodded softly.  ”Thank you.”

[freak-himchan]

I need you

The grin that crossed his face when he heard that voice… Himchan turned to look at Jimin, a quiet laugh escaping him.  It was a good thing he was wearing gloves, because reaching for the smaller boy was almost automatic; he pulled him in easily and wrapped an arm around his neck, putting him in a gentle headlock.

It was a good thing he’d showered that morning, because with the way he’d caught him, Jimin would probably have smelled a good day or two worth of sweat and grime.

"Damn right you do.  What would you ever do without me?" he murmured, patting Jimin’s soft hair lightly as he started to lead the headlocked boy toward the mess tent.  He could always go intangible if he wanted to escape, or even figure out an escape artist way to get out.  "Come on Houdini.  Let’s get some lunch."

[freak-himchan]

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

The words caught Himchan off-guard and he stopped dead in his tracks.  He’d heard them before, or at least similar things… girls at his school had thrown them at him.  They’d been almost painstakingly lobbed by female coworkers as well from time to time, emotional grenades that tied his tongue in knots and left him wide-eyed and mute as something that felt suspicously like death blossomed inside his chest.  He stared at Wonshik, body repeating the same processes it always did in this situation.

But it was Wonshik this time, and that made all the difference.  Wonshik was different.  He offered no expectations, gave no ultimatums.  He understood Himchan’s limitations and didn’t fight them or try to force him to bypass them.  It was Wonshik, and Himchan was sure that was the reason that the sensation of dying hadn’t filled his stomach and spread through his limbs. Swallowing hard, hands buried in the pockets of a thin zip up sweatshirt it was still too hot to be wearing comfortably, Himchan took a step closer, then leaned in.  He was already overly warm, and he stubbornly attributed the sudden rush of heat in his face to that fact, incapable of admitting that Wonshik had made him blush.

He leaned past Wonshik’s face, lips pausing at his ear and hovering just off of it.

"What makes you think I haven’t," he murmured softly.

[freak-himchan]

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-himchan]

Old Friends || Himchan x Yongguk

[freak-yongguk]

Yongguk furrowed his brows slightly in thought as he listened to his friend speak, in his thoughts trying to find suitable answers to the questions, trying to think of something important that had happened during this time – and that he wanted to tell. The last question though was completely different, and he raised a brow. “The island?”

It had been quite a while since they had last visited the island. It was a few months after he had joined here. “The island is…” he started, giving it another short pause to proper think about what to tell. It was hard explaining the island. There were quite a few things strange about it, but he hadn’t really went out there to explore.

“Well, it’s not Hawaii, and definitely not as luxury as the name island might make you think, but… it’s still better than the tents and cots we have here?” he tried again, huffing out a short laugh under his breath.

“I never really went out to explore there on my own, I only kept visiting the same spots that I had found and were to my liking. And there’s a few places you probably should stay away from as well, brave soldier” he joked, shrugging his shoulders with a small grin, “though there’s enough room and time to relax. And a beach.” Which sort of made him wonder when they’d head back there, and he gave Himchan a questioning look, trying to find some assurance that the information he had provided was enough.

“Daegu and Gwangju” Yongguk then continued, mentally already back to the cities they had been to, “were nothing particularly special besides the fact that it was a new way of living, still… I had been there before, I wasn’t really the happiest during that time. There were times I just wanted to pack my stuff and go back home. But I couldn’t.”

Yongguk didn’t give reason why he couldn’t, and he only shrugged it off. He didn’t want to talk about it, and he continued without a break. “Next we moved to the island. I mean honestly, I was a bit afraid to go there at first. Because I knew that now I was leaving my home for real. And that was a rather terrifying thought. Compared to that, it suddenly felt easy to have stayed in Daegu, and it felt easy to have stayed in Gwangju.”

The man ran a hand through his hair, taking in a short breath. “I missed you a lot during that time, and I swear time never went so damn slow than it did over there.” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh at himself or not, went for the eyesmile instead, making it seem less tragic.

“Then we went to Shanghai and for the while we stayed there, I dated this Chinese girl I–” Yongguk paused, pinching the bridge of his nose and shook his head subtly. One of the things he hadn’t wanted to mention, at least not as directly as he just had.

“I met her in town, she wasn’t a member of the circus and I didn’t tell her where I was coming from either. I left without notice when the circus left, there was no time.” Could as well finish now, and he dropped his hand back onto the table. “Kawaguchi. Asahikawa. You, me, here. The end.”

He quite obviously wasn’t proud of what he had done, rather embarrassed actually, which is why he hadn’t wanted to mention it like that – or at all, or yet. But what was said was said, and he somehow had to save himself from judgment, so he quickly added in a joke with a forced smile on his lips. “She’s probably going to murder me if we ever go back to Shanghai though.”

Being an asshole like this wasn’t his style, not at all, and sure this hadn’t happened on purpose. But it had happened that he had forgotten about the time, and the date. And when they had started packing, it had been too late to go back and say goodbye.

[freak-himchan]

Himchan listened quietly as Yongguk described the island, absently scratching the back of his neck.  Even if it wasn't Hawaii, wasn't luxury... it was nice, and a place of their own, which was all that mattered, right?  He tilted his head a bit, nose wrinkling when Yongguk added that there were places he shouldn't go.  Did that mean danger, or something else?

He didn't want to ask.  There was a beach and places to rest and unwind, and surely that was all that mattered.  It was probably difficult for Yongguk to really explain the entirety of it, considering... he was Yongguk.  That wasn't something he was very good at.

He did a much better job with the rest of his trip, however.  He leaned in closer, mouth twitching with the revelation that Yongguk had missed him bitterly when he'd finally left Korea.  He'd probably never get over feeling pleased that Yongguk had felt even a semblance of what he'd felt... 

A frown blossomed on his face at the mention of a girl, however.  Yongguk had just... left her without notice?  Without a word.  Himchan's fingertips curled in a bit, and he reached across the table to smack his friend lightly upside the head.

"You need to not do that to people."  Sure, she hadn't known Yongguk nearly as long as Himchan had, but it still sucked to be left behind like that.  "Especially if they're possibly murderous."

Really, he was thinking of both Yongguk's well-being, and the well-being of those he met.  Smacking his friend around was his way of helping. He was being a true humanitarian here.

He considered all the places that Yongguk had listed.  They'd started in Korea... then moved to Shanghai, then Japan, where they were now.  Did they have a specific list of places that they visited?  Did they often visit the same places over again?  He hadn't asked.  Hadn't considered asking.  What if they went back to Korea again, and what if they went to Seoul, or Busan...

"You've been having a good time though, I hope.  Leaving means nothing if you haven't been, you know, happy at all."  Happy, but still sad about missing Himchan.  That would be acceptable.

[freak-himchan]

Touch and Go || Himchan & Jimin

Sunrise often saw Himchan sitting around outside.  He'd been here for a little while now, had slowly adjusted himself to certain things, and now watching the sun lift its head above the surrounding trees and horizons was something he rather enjoyed.  Today he'd spread a large white sheet out on the ground, and he was sitting on it.  These were normally reserved for his acts, and usually they left with an audience member who was willing to pay for them after, but today Himchan needed it for different reasons.

As the colour of the sky began to shift, he leaned forward, dragging his hand over the sheet in front of him.  Something he struggled with when it came to his power was controlling colours - it was easy enough to shift from one colour to the next, but he wanted to be able to make gradient changes with his entire hands as he worked, and that was a bit more difficult. Blending colours was easy on skin, where he could move and shift them, but his hands offered no such option on non-living objects...

The sun rose, painting everything in bright colours, and Himchan closed his eyes to etch it into his memory.  He would stay up late today... his hands were already moving, testing his ability as he worked to shade dark blue down into the oranges and pinks and purples that had filled the sky.  It was half a test of his power, and half a test of his artistic ability.  If either failed to rise to his expectations, he'd be sullen and grumpy for the next week.

[freak-wonshik]

Make a Mark || Wonshik + Himchan

A thrill of excitement passed through Wonshik’s frame, the man wishing the weather was cooler than this summer heat, even at this time of night, so he could have a jacket to clutch in excitement, rather than just his bared arms. The time was ripe for visiting a bar, so of course he had to visit, hearing what he heard about the man that could tattoo people without a needle. He had never been squeamish about those kinds of things, nor was he a stranger to pain, but the paranoia that loved to chew him up from the inside wouldn’t let him near needles, for fear of ink poisoning or worse.

Needless tattoos, on the other hand, didn’t even raise his hackles, the inner anxiety that usually only watched slipping away in their own boredom. Even they had trouble figuring out how someone that could make shapes on skin with energy, or whatever, could harm them, so they went mercifully quiet, only speaking up to warn him about the shady roads he walked down by himself, this time of night.

Those, Wonshik were used to ignoring, considering how he came from a town like this one, and was used to the people that would hide in the shadows to jump innocent passersby. This had happened to him before, but rather than increase his fear, this only reassured him that he knew how to use his powers in this situation, and could easily fix it for himself, should it really come to that.

Thus, he found his way to the old bar, slipping in effortlessly, since they would only check his ID if he wanted to buy a drink, in this kind of place.

Approaching the bar, he asked in soft, simple Korean, “Where is the tattoo man, please?”

Blinking slowly at the guy, he bit his lip, worried he hadn’t conveyed his purpose well enough, until the man jerked with his chin to a door in the wall to the left.

That looked…promising?

All of the radars in his body trilled, telling him to go back to the safety of the circus, but he was far too interested at that point to pay them any mind at all. Wonshik moved forward, though about knocking, but just pushed in with a nervous, “Hello? Is someone in here? I’m looking for…” but he couldn’t finish it. Just hoped the bartender hadn’t sent him into the arms of a pimp or something.

[freak-himchan]

The room was much the same as the bar on the other side of the door.  The lighting left a lot to be desired; it was a storage room, with boxes of dated product stacked together along one wall.  In the corner furthest from the door, there was a large, round table.  It was more suited to card games than what it was used for now, but it worked.  A small fan was set up on it, and it whirred quietly as it stirred the air.  Most of the chairs that had used to sit around the table were stacked on top of each other and pushed out of the way, a conspicuous dark shape against the wall, but four were still scattered around it.

Two of them were empty, pushed away from the table as if left there by occupants that had not cared to push them back in, while a desklight with a halogen bulb sat on another.  It was bent to lean over the tabletop, but as it was off, it added no brightness to the otherwise dim room.  A sweatshirt was draped across the back of that chair as well.

Himchan sat in the last of the chairs, left hand curled into his short brown hair as the right idly tapped the piece of paper he was leaning over on the table's surface.  His sleeveless shirt made the fox that stretched up from his hand and around his arm to his bicep easily visible, even in the low light.  He frowned as he heard the door open.  Eyes not leaving what he was focused on, he called quietly.

"Takemoto-san, no more for tonight pl-" his Japanese was interrupted by quiet Korean, and he looked up in surprise.  It wasn't the bartender bringing him another drink this time.  Nor was it a drunk Japanese person, who made up the overwhelming majority of his clientele so far.  It was a Korean kid?  "Oh..."

He looked pretty damn sober, with skin too clear and clean for him to be here for Himchan's particular skill set.  Himchan felt his stomach knot, and he straightened up in his seat.  The paper, with the large colourful shape on it, was immediately turned over.  He didn't recognise this boy, especially in the low light, but then again, Himchan didn't recognise most of the Cirque's membership yet...  he drew a deep breath and switched easily to Korean as he spoke.

"Looking for what?"

Himchan could only hope he'd simply say 'a tattoo', because Koreans coming to look for him for any other reasons could mean trouble.

[x-my-dreams-are-your-dreams-o]

[itsbap]

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[freak-sandara]

Handprints || Sandara x Himchan

[freak-sandara]

Dara was so far unconscious that she didn’t even notice being lifted off the ground. Her mind floated in a state of perpetual darkness, neither thinking or dreaming as Himchan carried her towards her tent. She was basically a dead weight in his arms. And yet, somehow through the darkness she felt his warmth and it was a comfort to her. Even in her darkness, she could still feel that she was not alone.

His voice pulled her out of the darkness just enough for her to open her eyes, blinking through the blur as she looked where she was. Her cot came into view and she groaned, pushing herself down and flopping onto her side on it. The thing normally wasn’t comfortable yet at the moment it felt as if she was lying on a cloud. Her hand kept its grip on Himchan’s arm, and instead of letting him go, She grabbed him and pulled him down next to her.

“Don’t leave me..” She mumbled, nuzzling into his neck. She didn’t care that she hardly knew him, she just didn’t want to be alone. She couldn’t be alone or she would probably have some sort of terrible mental breakdown. His warmth, however, forced her back to sleep within seconds, lying there gripping him tight to herself. There was room for him to move, but not a whole lot of it.

[freak-himchan]

Himchan took her groan to mean that yes, this was her bed, and thus he let her flop herself into it.  He expected her to let go of him, too drunk and uncoordinated to continue holding onto him... but he was wrong. Oh god was he wrong.

Before he could protest or pull away, she was dragging him down, and he crashed onto the cot with a quiet yelp.  There was an immediate wave of panic, and his arms shifted to keep his hands away from her; before he could get up, before he could escape, she was all around him.

"Fuck," he whispered.  "Oh fuck."

He couldn't make himself move.  He was trapped, her fingers curled tight in his clothes, her face in his neck, one of his feet awkwardly still on the floor while the other was on the cot and tucked under one of hers.  His skin tingled where her face touched, the warmth of her breath on his skin more unsettling than anything.  What was he supposed to do?!  He couldn't just... lay here all night.  He couldn't stay in this bed with this strange woman, especially seeing as how she would probably kill him when she woke in the morning and realised what he'd done.

But he couldn't disentangle himself without waking her again and possibly making the situation worse.  He swallowed back on a groan and let his head rest on the cot, doing his best to get control of his breathing despite his worry.  How long would she sleep?  Maybe if he waited a while... he could see if she would let go of him, move around in her sleep, and he could slip away...

She might have done that, might have let him go and given him the chance to escape, but Himchan wouldn't know.  Because eventually, he fell asleep too, face turned away from her, hands curled into light fists with one arm up above his head to cut down on his chances of marking her up even more.

[freak-chanyeol]

Empty Tent || Chanyeol x Himchan

[freak-chanyeol]

Chanyeol merely shrugged at his question. 

"I’m not sure." He said simply. "From what he’s told me though, he’s immune to his own toxins and other poisons with a low degree of toxins. He isn’t sure how a stronger poison would affect him though." It was weird, talking about a person he had only ever really talked to once or twice, but if it helped to put his roommate at ease, he would gladly continue the conversation. 

"So… what do you like to do?" He asked, figuring that maybe now was a good time to change the topic of conversation. "Tell me about yourself. Who is Himchan?"

[freak-himchan]

Himchan was still stuck on the idea of this person exuding poison from his pores.  It was fascinating, in a way... though he'd never dare say that to the person's face.  Being looked at as if you were less than human sucked.

He was distracted by Chanyeol's sudden question though.  The subject change was abrupt and brought the conversation back to him, which... was a bit uncomfortable.  He didn't like having conversations about himself with people he barely knew.  It gave them more reasons to dislike him.

"I read.  Practice drawing a bit, since... you know, I can't really get away from the fact that I can do it now."  He paused, tilting his head a little.  "There's really not all that much to me.  I'm not a very interesting person.  Before I came here it was just work, eat, sleep, drink occasionally, repeat."

In all reality, he was interesting.  Very interesting.  His trip to get to this place had been interesting.  He just... had difficulty with people.  Chanyeol seemed nice enough, but Himchan had only just met him.  Opening up too much to people before you knew them well enough was a good way to get fucked over somehow later on.

"I'm more interested in you, honestly.  You've probably got better stories to tell than I do."

[freak-chen]

When All Else Fails, Try Harder | Himchan & Chen.

[freak-chen]

"Yeah," Chen merely agreed, wondering what exactly Himchan’s role in the circus was. He knew his, and that of a handful of other people, but Himchan was new and unknown to Chen, possibly even a threat. He didn’t know. Having been around for a bit was something the boy considered as a privilege, but also as a curse when time came to meet new people, for being comfortable in an environment made the tiniest ripple feel like a wave of unstability.

He could deal with that, though, he thought. He had dealt with much worse of a change than a new person being added to their small crew of weird individuals, after all.

The following words managed to pull a chuckle from him, Chen not having a bad sense of humor in the least. He pondered over the answer, trying to remember exactly when him and Sehun had flown over to join the circus, but having trouble to. About two months, two months and a half, was it? He didn’t keep a calendar around and without any kind of electronics, it was hard to keep track of the days passing by, sometimes. It felt much like permanent vacations, quite like when he was a kid and had the luxury to be able to forget what day it was during the long summer breaks.

"I guess it’s been about two months and a half," he mumbled, voice sounding thoughtful, obviously unsure about his reply. "I’m terrible with dates." He laughed shortly at that, feeling some tension seep out of his body as he did, laughter seemingly acting as a natural relief. "You said you were new, right? Then what do you do in the cirque exactly?"

Oops, maybe that had sounded a bit sarcastic. Chen had a bad tendency to default to sarcasm and rudeness when at loss of what to do, which of course wasn’t very useful when trying to grow acquainted with someone. A few people had told him to work on that, thus he cleared his throat lightly, softening his tone. “I mean… Do you have an act, or something?” It still amazed him how he had not influenced Himchan at all with his ability, really.

[freak-himchan]

Ahhh.  So Chen hadn't been here too much longer than Himchan had.  He'd only been here a few days, granted, but in comparison with Yongguk... this boy was "new" as well.

Before he could really comment on that, however, the question of what he did at the circus came, and he blinked in surprise.  He hadn't really explained it to anyone yet, not even Yongguk.  His friend knew what he could do, yes... but he didn't know what Himchan's act really was, how Himchan had incorporated one of his previous loves and hobbies into the new curse that filled the skin of his palms.

"Oh, you know... general property damage, and a side show act..."  He felt heat creeping into his ears, and he wasn't sure if it was a response to the cold water or his being embarrassed about talking about his power.  He looked down at his hands, then picked up a bottle of bodywash.  It was white, and there was a black handprint on the side of it that had not been there when he'd bought it.  "I haven't really... started doing it yet... but I will be soon.  If I don't, they'll probably throw me out."

He was joking, but he really wasn't sure if should have been or not.  There were probably consequences to not doing what you were supposed to, and he wouldn't be at all surprised if one of those consequences were "we will leave your ass".  He lathered up the body wash and rubbed it hurriedly over his cold skin.

"What you do here as well then?  Does it involve your singing?  You're rather good."

[freak-chanyeol]

Empty Tent || Chanyeol x Himchan

[freak-chanyeol]

Chanyeol remained silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the other man in the tent. His poisonous friend wasn’t a bad person, but his ability scared others away from it. It was rather sad, Chanyeol thought, living like that. 

"Well." He finally spoke after a moment of silence. "From what I’ve heard, it’s only his blood, saliva, and sweat that are toxic." He said simply, thinking back to the conversation he had with him long ago. "Yeah, that’s it." He nodded his head.

He sighed, watching the way the other man’s body moved ever so slightly. He couldn’t blame him for being uncomfortable, however, he thought it unfair considering he didn’t know Dongwoo like he did. 

"And well, it all depends on how long you’re exposed to his toxins." He added. "From what I’ve heard, he hasn’t killed anyone with his ability in years. In fact, he’s scared to be around people because of it." He frowned. It must have been hard, choosing to isolate yourself from the world.

[freak-himchan]

Chanyeol's explanation put Himchan at ease.  It was one thing to be poisonous by proximity... but the way he made it sound, it was merely the boy's bodily secretions that were a problem.  While summer surely heightened the risk what with his sweating, he was still generally harmless unless he were touched.  Himchan had no plans to touch anybody.

"That is not as bad as I had initially thought."  He looked back to his pillow, pulling it close and drawing on it with his fingertip again.  "I can't imagine living with something like that myself though.  I accidentally touch people all the time with my power..."

The more the other boy shared, the less Himchan felt worried.  His power was confined to his bodily fluids, and it wasn't immediately toxic.  It would probably take more than an accidental brush of the hand to kill someone then.

"I can understand why he'd be scared..." being able to kill people, having apparently done it before?  That was horrifying in ways Himchan could only imagine.  If the boy had a conscience, and it sounded as if he did, then he probably suffered a lot more from his ability than even Chanyeol knew.  "Does his body produce any kind of anti-venom?  Sort of a cure for his poison?  Or is he just naturally immune?"

[freak-junhong]

Of Broken Strings and Fresh Air || Junhong & Himchan

[freak-junhong]

The boy’s eyes had widened a considerable amount with the sound of a faint chuckle coming from behind him. It didn’t scare Junhong so much as make him wonder just how long this person had been standing there. He didn’t ask about it, though, because the man seemed pretty nice so far and Junhong knew he had a problem with staring and observing others maybe a little too much—whether they knew he was there or not.

Being young, Junhong always found himself torn between finding everyone as nice people, and being scared that they would somehow betray him in the end. After all, that’s what his father had taught him—though he wasn’t quite ready to believe it yet. The boy ended up showing the stranger a rather sheepish smile as he plucked the string from his mop of silver hair, ducking his head down in a small bow of polite thanks. 

He continued to watch the man momentarily before slowly tilting the top end of the bow towards him, thankfully taking the string from between the other’s fingers in the process. “Could you hold this end for me?” Junhong shifted his weight with a sudden curiousness as to what the other’s power could possibly be, but it was probably very rude to ask out loud—at least for now. 

"Bows aren’t like babies, they aren’t dropped off into homes by a stork—" the boy laughed at his light tease before his back straightened and lips pursed almost instantly to cut off the sound. Would the man be mad at him for joking around? He cleared his throat and lifted the string. "I make my own bows," his voice was lowered again, quiet. It had been too long since he had a casual conversation with anyone.

For him it wasn’t strange to see people around during the day despite this being a nighttime circus, and it definitely wasn’t weird during actual night hours. Everything just seemed rather…natural. But that didn’t stop Junhong from being curious about the man sitting with him, nonetheless. 

"Do you, um… could you not sleep either?" Junhong lifted his eyes from examining the string, making sure he wouldn’t have to get another from his tent—this one was fine, it just hadn’t been secure enough.

[freak-himchan]

When the boy offered the end of his bow to Himchan, the blond took it and held it carefully, not sure what he was meant to do.  Just... hold it?  Keep it from wiggling this way or that, he supposed.  His slender fingers gripped it tight, but not too tight, and he focused his thoughts on making sure that there would be no finger prints engrained in its surface when he let go.

"Of course not from a stork.  One would expect they'd come from mockingjays."  He glanced at the boy, a little thrown off by the sudden change from laughter to seriousness, but really who knew what to expect of anyone here?  Certainly Himchan didn't.  He leaned in just a hair closer to hear what the boy was saying.  "That sounds rather time consuming."

How would one even... he supposed the boy had to buy some wood, a tree branch or a plank or something?  The bow Himchan was gripping wasn't very wide, but the sweeping way it bent in... and did he whittle it?  Like an old person in those American movies, the ones who just sat on their porches in rocking chairs with a knife and a piece of tree?  Or did he use power tools of some sort to make the process go faster?

He seemed too young to have the patience required for this.  Himchan knew he wouldn't have had it at his age.

"I've not really adjusted to the circus's schedule yet."  The exhaustion he felt in his bones sometimes should have meant he'd adjust, but it just hadn't happened.  His eyes moved along the string as the boy's did, and he let the slightest smile tip his lips.  "Hopefully soon, though... Are you having troubles sleeping as well?  I've only ever seen Yongguk wandering at this time of day."

And Yongguk this boy was definitely not.

[freak-himchan]

Shadow || Himchan x Sehun

[freak-ohsehun]

Sehun watched with a bewildered expression. Sometimes he really must disconnect from the situations he puts people in, because it truly made no sense to him that this guy kept flopping away from his only immediate source of help. That or his months with Jongdae had spoiled him, and now he could separate the Sehun that needed blood to perform and the one that interacted with others on a daily basis.

“Stop panicking,” he sighed, nose wrinkling with irritation, “I didn’t take enough to kill you. And I’m not going to kill you.” Sehun paused, then reluctantly added a threat to cover his own ass, “Unless you tell anyone about this. If you do, then I’ll kill you.” The words tasted old, but familiar, on his tongue, and he felt a rush of shame color his cheeks. Even after everything he’d done in his past, time had hit the reset button. He couldn’t kill this guy.

Shaking his head, he spoke impatiently, “Come on now, can’t leave you lying there.”

Stooping down beside him, he moved one hand to the stranger’s lower back, trying to help him sit up. “No screaming.” Sehun warned, eyes flashing seriously, “Where should I take you?”

If he wouldn’t –or couldn’t- answer his questions about the marks, he would surely stick around until this guy got his dizzy head out of his ass. Especially since he still didn’t know who this man was, and if he would go anywhere to get him in trouble. Jongdae hyung would kill him if they had to leave the circus now, with not nearly enough money saved up between them to get them far.

Supposedly, if worst came to worst, the circus had to have a hypnotist that could be persuaded, he was hopeful.

[freak-himchan]

The boy's threat did nothing to calm the dark-haired man on the ground.  'I'm not going to kill you unless I kill you' was less than comforting in this situation, and being told to stop panicking after someone had just chomped down on his neck and sucked blood directly from his body... it just wasn't going to happen.  The boy's touch sent ice up his spine, and a violent shudder went through Himchan as the kid sat him up.

"'Stop panicking' he says," Himchan grumbled to himself, closing his eyes and swaying a little, his fingers gripping at the ground around him.  "Wait, wait."

At least 'no screaming' would be easier to follow.  He leaned against the kid, not really having any other course of action, and used him and the ground as fixed points to try and stop his swaying.  He hated that he was sitting and still felt this uncoordinated... hated even more that he was leaning into his attacker, who had made no secure promises to leave him alive.  But the boy seemed to be in a helpful mood, and Himchan's fear was being slowly diluted by a sluggish heaviness in his limbs and body.

"I work for the circus..." he mumbled.  "Leave me here, close enough."

Like he wanted the vampire to know which tent he lived in.  Telling him he worked for the circus was already bad enough.  If he really did leave Himchan alive, he now had enough knowledge to come back and seek him out again if he felt it necessary.

[freak-chanyeol]

Empty Tent || Chanyeol x Himchan

[freak-chanyeol]

Chanyeol simply nodded at the other man’s first question. It was interesting, having to explain all of this to the new member, because it gave Chanyeol a sense of nostalgia. He remembered when he had first stumbled upon the circus and had to figure everything out for himself, though, he had been lucky enough to run into some amazing people along the way. 

"Well…" He started, staring at Himchan. "The one guy, who lives over in forest green." He said simply, as though it wasn’t a big deal. Which it wasn’t, Dongwoo was a relatively nice guy who really, really, didn’t want to hurt people. In fact, no one hated Dongwoo’s ability more than Dongwoo himself. "His ability is poison generation." It wasn’t a secret, so Chanyeol figured there was no harm in telling him this. 

Chanyeol didn’t remember when the two of them had met, but he did remember sharing the other boy’s pain. Both boys had incredibly dangerous abilities, so it was only natural that people feared what they were capable of. 

"Question." He stated, shifting in his place again, this time moving so that he was laying on his stomach, his feet touching his pillows. "Does it scare you? You know, knowing that there’s people like that here?" 

[freak-himchan]

Poison generation?????  Himchan licked his lips slowly, eyes averting from Chanyeol as he considered this.  There were so many ways that could work, and he found himself imagining all of them.  Was it touch, or proximity?  Did the man form some kind of miasma around himself that rendered him incapable of being close to humans?  How poisonous was his poison?  Did he produce different types, or was he locked into a specific one? If his body produced it naturally did that mean his body also produced an anti-venom?  Could his anti-venom work on other people, or did it just protect him?

It was quite distracting, and he almost didn't catch Chanyeol's question.

"Hmm?" His attention flicked back to Chanyeol as the boy moved, and he frowned a little.  Did it scare him?  "A little, just out of it being unknown.  I'm rather not fond of the idea that standing next to someone might kill me."

His own curse felt slightly less curse-like now.  Yes, it had rendered him unable to touch people for fear of leaving irreversible marks on them... but it couldn't kill them.  He could live in a tent with other people and not risk the possibility of waking up to discover they'd all died in the night.

"How poisonous is he?  Like 'kill you for sure' poisonous, or 'you're going to be really sick for a while but you could survive' poisonous?"