Sarah Elizabeth Joplin

Hi, I'm Sarah Elizabeth Joplin I am the circus' trapeze artist. You can call me Liz or Lizzy, it reminds me of home. Fair warning before you speak with me, I'm a bit spacey and I don't often pay attention when people speak to me.

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A Quarrel || Poppet and Sarah Elizabeth

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Poppet sighed. Liz was getting herself in too deep. Edmund was  all about the rush of life, and love? She wasn’t sure the man who lived his life in search of the next thrill was even quite capable of that. 

Lies, on the other hand, she was sure he was capable of those. 

“Lizzy, please, listen to me,” she began, drawing backward just a bit to look Liz in the eye. “Offering to sleep with you, that’s not love, that’s him letting himself being convinced to give in to his desires. That’s lust, lovey, that’s a thrill. Exciting, but it’s just part of his game. He dances through life, flying from one woman to the next like we’re all just…flowers and he’s a little bee, collecting kisses and memories and secrets.” She shook her head, “Bees don’t stay on flowers for long, and you may love him, I’m not one to deny your feelings, but he only wants a rush. Just a  little delight.” 

[highflyingliz]

"I can take care of myself!" She said while pushing her friend back. Poppet didn't know, she didn't understand them. She didn't understand her. "Poppet listen to me, I love him. At least, at least I think I do. Please stop this. He's not courting me, he's not asking me to marry him. For the time being, we're just being us. Let me happy, please, for all I know he could be gone tomorrow, so just let me have today." 

She swallowed hard and looked up at her friend. "You don't know how badly I need today Poppet. I need him, I need him like you need your cats. I need him like you need your books. Why can't you understand?"

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Morning Fuss [Genevieve and Sarah Elizabeth]

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Genevieve was quite shocked when Liz asked about Morgan. She thought everyone knows Morgan. “Morgan is my friend. He’s an Aerial Hoop Artist. He has been very good to me since I got here” she smiled and paused for a while to think about how to describe Morgan, “he’s handsome, kind and a gentleman, he’s the perfect guy.” she stopped before she could say something more. She was quite scared that Liz would find out about her feelings towards Morgan

So far, nobody knows about how she feels about Morgan. She doesn’t want anyone to. She’s scared about the thought of Morgan staying away from her when he finds out about her feelings. She was afraid that if everyone knows, they would tell him about it

“It’s okay. If no one really likes you, maybe we could be friends and share secret without anyone being so demanding to know about our businesses.” she looked straight forward, a little regret slipped in her mind after saying that. She didn’t know if Liz would want to be her friend. “If I may know, why do people dislike you? You’re beautiful and talented, you’re supposed to be loved by many instead of being disliked.” she said, looking deep in her eyes, trying to find an answer as if Liz won’t answer her question.

[highflyingliz]

Aerial hoop artist? Did they have one of those? She giggled and couldn't help but grin at the girl's description of the man. "So..." She grinned and bounced excitedly. "You like him" Sarah Elizabeth sang while puling on the ends of Genevieve's hair. "Are you guys gonna date?!" her eyes widened and she giggled more. "Does he know you like him or are you not telling him?!" Without pausing for the girl to answer she covered her mouth with both her hands and gasped. "You haven't told him! Go tell him."

"I'd love to be your friend" She said quietly while looking at her happily. Sarah Elizabeth craned her neck back to look at the girl and grinned, "This is going to be so so much fun. I love sharing secrets and we will be the best of friends. I just know it." Giggling quietly she closed her eyes and looked back at the sun with a soft smile. She stayed like that for a few minutes even after she was asked that horrible question she stayed like that. 

Slowly she turned to the other girl and opened her eyes again. "It's simply really." Her voice had taken on a flat and slightly other worldly tone as she spoke. It sounded nothing like her normal happy, carefree voice. "It's because I'm different."

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

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He watched her as she talked more softly and he caught a flash, of her smile and the lights and it was like for a second he could see again but then it was gone. “you want to go swimming, naked, at midnight,” he said, amazed at what was coming out of his own mouth, because he couldn’t for the life of him, remember how he knew it.

He nodded and chuckled at the part about kissing her best friend. “Well that sounds like me,” He smirked, it sounded like she’d already forgiven him for that. “Okay, okay I get it. If the fall didn’t kill me, one of your friends will. And I thought I was lucky to wake up?” he smiled rubbing his eyes and sighing. Who was this girl?

He lowered his breathing as she kissed his cheek, and it felt familiar, but it just made him even more confused and panicky. he was trying not to think about it, and his brain was helping with that somewhat, but she kept forcing these flashes and emotions out of him, and it felt foreign and unlike him. 

At the word love he started breathing harshly again, although he passed it off for another head pain. This was unbelievable  how had he gotten himself into this mess. 

He looked at her exasperated when she ordered him up. “What? I can barely sit up!” he argued, flicking his cigarette end away. “You’re crazy! I can’t do this little bird!” He called after her as she flitted out through the door. He sighed, he really didn’t have a choice in the matter did he?

He pulled himself up using the walls and furniture and fell down again almost immediately. It felt odd to be so weak. He always been sure on his own two feet, his body was the only thing he could trust and now he didn’t even have that. 

Not knowing how he was supposed to get a shirt on over his cast and sling he just slung on a jacket instead, then changing the rest of his clothes slowly and with some difficulty, he walked towards the door. He grabbed his cigarette case before he left and his umbrella to lean on. His legs didn’t feel like they’d be completely stable for very long. 

[highflyingliz]

"Why is it that you remember that, but not you saying that you wanted to be with me, really be with me." She shook her head but couldn't stop from smirking. This was a start and on the up side, maybe they'd still go. "You're right, I want to go swimming at midnight, naked." A string of giggles left her mouth, maybe getting him to remember wouldn't be that hard.

She shrugged and played with his hat. "Well" She said while placing it back on her head. "That's about the gist. It would go something like that, but if I can get you to remember, maybe I'll forgive you. Or maybe not" Smirking she spun around and tossed her hair over her shoulder. He was clearly thinking hard about something and she didn't feel the need to interrupt. 

"You can do it" She called while leaning against his almost closed door. "And I know I'm crazy. It's part of the reason you love me." Regardless of what he actually remembered, she wasn't going to let him forget he loved her. He told her he did. 

When he finally came back out she grinned and held out her arm to him. "Come on, we're taking a walk." It was beautiful outside and even if it wouldn't help him remember, at the very least they'd both get some sun. "Where do you want to go?"

While she waited for his answer she started to walk towards town. "Anywhere you want, just say it and we can go there." She had a feeling he wouldn't want to leave the circus and she wouldn't. It was just the simplest place to walk towards from where they were standing. 

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A Quarrel || Poppet and Sarah Elizabeth

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“Liz,” Poppet said, sternly but not harshly. “Listen to me, alright?” she implored, suddenly grave in her countenance and tone. “You’re going to get in too deep, and I really, really think you’ll be hurt. Badly, Liz, and I don’t want that to happen. He’ll never be ‘with’ you like you say. He’s not the sort to settle on one girl and he’s definitely not the marrying type if that’s what you’re after.” 

Poppet took her friend’s hands in hers and met her eyes. “Just…be careful, Lizzy.” 

[highflyingliz]

"I'll be careful Poppet, but," She smiled and gave a small sigh. "You don't know him like I do. He loves, he told me so, he was even willing to sleep with me." Her smile grew wider as she talked, "You know he doesn't just do that" 

She watched her friend for a minute more before leaning in and hugging her tightly. "Poppet please don't fight with me anymore, I can't handle it. You aren't going to make me change my mind though, I love him, it's that simple."

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

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He watched her horrified as she went on about all this terrible stuff he’d done to her, and honestly he wouldn’t have minded one bit if he could actually remember any of the rubbish she was talking about. “Look, this-” he paused and gestured to everything “This isn’t fair!” he said taking another drag on his cigarette. “I mean, I’m sure you have a good enough reason to be taking all your little problems out on me, but I bloody well can’t remember it,” He looked at her pleadingly. 

“So you were there? You saw it? I was looking at you?” he questioned. What if it had been her that had made him fall? If everything she was saying was true, then it was entirely possible that she could of distracted him. He shook his head, then regretted it and clenched his eyes shut. 

He sighed and looked up at her. “So let me get this straight. I loved you, and I wanted to sleep with you and I’d broken your heart before, and now I’ve conveniently forgotten all of that, and you’re sat here, yelling at me and giving me a headache?” He confirmed. 

He breathed deeply for a few seconds, trying to straighten things out in his head but his brain wasn’t cooperating. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, and I’m sure I’ve definitely done something to deserve this, even if I can’t remember it, but if I was smiling at you during my last show, and you were smiling at me, then surely we were happy right? And if that’s when I fell, then how could I have possibly done anything between then and now to upset you? You think I wanted to fall? Hit my head, lose my memory? You think it’s hard on you? Try having this big, blank patch in your memory that you can’t fill, no matter how hard you try! Try not even knowing what day it is!” He shouted in frustration. “What’s the date? I need to know!” He yelled, clutching his hair with his good hand and wracking his brain for anything that made sense. 

[highflyingliz]

"Of course I was there." She said softly while shaking her head. "I promised you I would be, don't you remember any of this?" Why? Why out of all the things he could have forgotten, why did he have to forget her. "You said we'd go watch the lights, and see the stars. You said, if I was up for it you'd even take me swimming the way I've always wanted to go." Sarah winked at him hoping that maybe that would at least force him to remember her.

"Correct..." She said sadly while placing one of his hats on her head and tilting it over her eyes as she sat down and crossed her legs. "And you kissed one of my best friends somewhere in that mix." At the part about the headache Liz just shrugged and rolled her eyes. "I don't care, you deserve it, besides it's not like I have anyone else to tell all this to. Marco would just kill you, the same with Poppet and Tasha... You'd be dead"

Sarah Elizabeth sighed and moved to sit next to him once more. Gently she kissed his cheek and rolled her eyes. "You don't deserve this, you're a cheek arse, sure. But you don't deserve this. Like I said before, no matter what happens, I still love you." She was going light with the insults, if she wasn't she would have gone more along the lines of, grotty, manky minger muppet, piss artist... Hmm, calling him names was almost as entertaining in her head as it was out loud.

"Get up you useless nutter" She said while suddenly standing up from beside him. "Get up now, we're not spending the day in here, hurt or not, I'm taking up out. Get ready, you have two minutes." Sarah Elizabeth stalked out of the door and sat outside on the grass while waiting.

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

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His eyes widened as she whispered her threat. He really must have done something bad to anger her so. “I feel I’m being wrongly convicted here, I don’t even know what I’ve done,” He complained. She was crazy and feisy and… he liked it. He smiled a little and watched her dig through his stuff, like she’d been here before. 

“You know I think I prefer the you I met before I started talking. The one that was concerned and kind. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut,” He smirked rising an eyebrow. Even now he wasn’t going to waste a moment to tease and flirt. 

His face fell however, when she told him what had happened. “But I don’t fall. That’s what my whole life is based on. I’ve never fallen!” He said raising his voice in panic. “What made me fall?” He asked, it couldn’t of been his , there was no possible way he could have let himself fall through some fault of his own. 

He opened his mouth gladly as she poured the whiskey down his throat. The burn and the hasty swallowing to avoid suffocation was a welcome distraction. He looked at her, baffled by her accusations. 

He struggled into a sitting position  groaning through the aching pain but forcing his body to slump upright. He accepted the cigarette between his lips with a muttered thanks then inhaled deeply. “Look little bird, you’ve definitely got the wrong person.” He sighed closing his eyes and wishing he could just reach across and down the bottle she was now holding. “There’s no why that I’d agree to… that,” He finished, referring to her previous statement. 

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"Oh of course you are!" She said while dramatically flipping her hair over her shoulder. "How could the fact that you have once again ripped my heart out and stomped on it possible be your fault? I am however glad to know this now though. If I hadn't have already been drinking during your show I would never have been able to hand this. As you can see, I'm handling it quiet well, finding out you lied when you said you loved me that is, although I hate to see what you end up looking like after Marco finds out that you've broken my fragile small little heart again. " She sighed and shook her head. "The sad part is," Sarah continued while blowing a smoke ring at him and taking a drink. "If you ask me too I'll keep coming back to you. I'll do it again and again and again, because that's how I am. I will convince myself you can change and I'll tell myself, 'oh it'll be better this time Liz, it'll be good. He'll really love. Nothing will change though"

"Listen Casanova, you fell. Crashed to the ground, went boom." She shrugged, "Get over it, it happens to the best of us. Especially when you're cocky bastards."  Sarah was being a bit harsh to the poor man, but she couldn't help it, she had o0nce again had it with him. "I don't know what made you fall, one minute you were smiling at me and the next you were face first on the ground. Boom. I should've kicked you in the head when I had the chance. I could have passed it off as an accident then,,,"

She gave him an odd look while she handed him the bottle and then groaned. "Ah yes, I forgot how you were when we first started... Whatever we do. Moral and touchy... Last week you were almost begging me to sleep with you, but I guess you forgot that too, right?" She asked while raising an eyebrow. "This sucks... Now We're back to the beginning and I'm not sure my heart can take going through this all over again."

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

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His breathing quickened as this total stranger on his bed started to yell and shout. “Okay, yes, yes I’ve heard of you, you’re the trapeze artist,” He stumbled  he was always meaning to go over there, see if he could have a go on the trapeze, meet the highly regarded Sarah Elizabeth. He guessed he didn’t need to now. “Love?” He exclaimed. “I’ve never been in love in my life! And I never will be,” he said even more confused now. She must have got the wrong guy. This was completely ridiculous. 

He wanted to get away from this crazy girl but that was kind of impossible with his injuries. He couldn’t even remember how he’d gotten them. “I think perhaps this stopped being a joke quite some time ago,” He said a little exasperated, gesturing to his arm. 

There was a sudden rush of pain to his head and he clenched his jaw, throwing his head back against his pillow and willing it to be over. The pain subsided slowly, and he tried to catch his breath again. 

He looked at her curiously, she was wearing his tie, why would she have his tie. “What happened to me?” He asked, the fear creeping into his voice slightly now. Either this girl was some creepy stalker or something had gone wrong with him, along with all his other injuries. “I-I need a drink, or a cigarette,” He said desperately, looking around frantically for something that would calm him down. 

[highflyingliz]

"What?!" She shirked while shaking her head at him. "You sure as hell better of hit your head damn hard, or I swear I will castrate you" She hissed while leaning close to his ear. Maybe he wasn't so luck y that this fall hadn't killed him. If he wasn't more careful, she was going to end up killing him herself and it would be slow and painful.Sarah Elizabeth knew she was being harsh, but for some reason, everything he was saying was just making her hidden fears worse and worse. 

"Yeah you're going to wish that's all that hurt by the time I'm through with you" She complained while starting to dig around his stuff. She needed something to drink, something hard that would hopefully knock her out so she would forget this whole thing. It wasn't long before she pulled out his whiskey and cigarettes. "You fell" She muttered while pulled the cork out with her teeth. The young girl inhaled slowly and smirked, at least she could always count on being able to drink with him if nothing else. 

When he asked fir a drink and some smokes she rolled her eyes and poured the whiskey into his mouth, honestly not caring if it split all over over him at the moment. "It's too bad you don't remember me" She said while lighting a cigarette for each of them. "If I make it thought this bottle and you weren't... Clueless, I'd probably have slept with you" 

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

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The pain was puling him faster and faster back into consciousness  until suddenly he was there and he gasped in shocked, his eyes snapping open. It took a second for his vision to adjust, there were stars and bright lights everywhere, but slowly they faded as he breathed heavily. But breathing hurt, stabbing pain in his chest prevented him from taking the lungs full of air that he wanted and he started to panic. He tried to swing his arm over to his chest to see what was wrong but his arm had been trapped in a cast and it hurt too. Tears pricked his eyes, he had no idea what was going on, and there was someone else there. 

He tried to move his head down to see who it was, but his neck hurt, so instead he strained his eyes to see. He didn’t know who this person was, or why she was here, or anything. He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here and he was starting to get worried. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice hoarse and pained. 

He was doing a check of his body in his mind, everywhere hurt, but his legs seemed to be okay. His ribs, his spine, and his right arm, that’s where it hurt most. His head was the worst though, like his brain was disconnected or something, and a thousand thorns were stabbing into his skull. “Where am I?” He asked. 

He was finding it hard to recall things, he kept reaching for information and finding it gone. He was Edmund Wakefield, he worked at the circus, he had an act, he hung from the ceiling, he was 29, he liked whiskey, and poetry and top hats. Yes all the basic information was there, but what had he done yesterday, who was the person, was was the last thing he’d eaten. He couldn’t recall any of it and he felt sick. 

[highflyingliz]

When the trapeze artist heard his breathing increase, she glanced up at him and felt hope move slowly towards her heart. He was okay, everything would be okay. If he was really feeling good she might even be able to make fun of him. No, that she would have to wait on, until he was out of his casts and whatnot. When his eyes shot open she smiled and sat up to look at him. When her eyes met his all she saw was confusion. Then tears. Gently she brushed her thumb under his eyes and whispered. "What's wrong? Does it hurt?" carefully she moved to an upright position on his bed and looked down at him. "What can I do to make you feel better?" she asked while wiping at his tears once more. When he finally uttered some words, her eyes widened in shock. 

Who are you?

"What do you mean, who are you?" she asked sounding more then a little hysterical. "I'm Liz, Sarah Elizabeth, I love you" She rubbed her thumb in circles over his hand and squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "You know that though, you know all of that because you love me too. Edmund, stop doing this. If you think it's funny it's not!"

"Where are you?" she asked with shaking her head. "Edmund this isn't some joke. This is serious! Do you need me to go find Jasper or someone? Just tell me what or who you want and I'll go get it." He truly seemed to be confused, but this wouldn't be the first time he had screwed with her head. "Edmund please look at me... Tell this is a joke, please? It has to be a joke right? You couldn't really forget me..."

Sarah Elizabeth fiddled with the end of the tie she had loosely tied around her neck. She had never returned it from the first night the net and she wasn't about to now. Her eyes watched his as she slowly began to realize he wasn't joking. He really didn't know where he was and more importantly who she was. 

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The Fall || Liz & Edmund

He was hanging. More often than not that was what he was doing. That’s why they called him the hanged man. He smiled slightly at the thought, he’d finally made a name for himself, his mother would have been proud. He swayed slightly, a mixture of the breeze and his own movement and the curious excitement bubbling up from below. He caused that, he thought proudly, that was his real profit from all of this. 

He closed his eyes, letting the lights dance on the back of his eyelids, just a small taste of the rush to come. He prepared himself mentally, as he did every time. Honestly it was a struggle to wait as long as he always did. Sometimes they noticed straight away, but those were the worst times. There’d be one or two people there and the effect wasn’t quite the same. Sometimes it was a child and they’d look up at him wide-eyed, and he smile and place a finger to his lips in a shh motion and they’d grin and tug on their mothers sleeve or wait for someone else to notice instead. 

Finally the commotion of realization came and he opened his eyes to the sight before him, but one person caught his eye immediately. In among the crowd was a brilliantly blond trapeze artist and she was his and she was waiting for him and it only made him want to get down there all the sooner. 

He lifted his arms above his head as he always did, not taking his eyes off her, but this time something was different. He felt of balance, insecure, like we was going to… in a stumbling, fleeting moment, the rope lost it’s grip on his legs, it betrayed him, and he felt himself falling. 

It wasn’t like it is in stories, slow and a sad kind of beautiful, it was fast and looming and if he’d had time to even think, he would have registered what was at the end. He could still see her face, but everything was speeding past his vision and everything was blurred. 

He landed in a heap, and there were gasps but not the usual kind and he didn’t hear them anyway. There was the sudden force of gravity, and the hard ground rose up to meat him, slamming into his helpless body. There was stabbing pain and his brain couldn’t figure out what was going on, like there was a delay between what was happening and what it was processing. 

He tried to moved but the darkness was swallowing him and his body wouldn’t obey his brain’s hazy command, and there was fear, just for a split second, before he fell into unconsciousness. 

[highflyingliz]

Falling. He was falling. Her heart fell into her stomach as she stared at his body. Even he didn't seem to have been expecting it so she knew it couldn't be part of his act. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be, he was supposed to come see her after his show. They were going to watch the stars...

She screamed a high pitched horrible noise as she watched his body get closer and closer to the ground. After that everything seemed to move in slow motion. Everyone around her seemed to be on the edge of their seats waiting for him to stand up. Why wasn't he standing up?

Sarah Elizabeth wasn't sure how it happened but she was standing beside him just a few minutes later and someone was talking to her... Don't move him, don't touch him. Where they trying to annoy her? They were succeeding  if they were.

Slowly she leaned over him and watched as her hair fell into his face. "Edmund get up" She whispered while watching her tears fall onto his cheeks. "Edmund get up, get up! Please?" She pleaded while feeling herself be pulled back once more.

Liz watched as the doctor looked over him and got a few people to move him back to his car. The pople who had been watching had been removed from the tent she now saw as she hurried behind the men. Once he was laid down she gently laid beside him and watched him carefully as though she expected him to stop breathing at any moment.

The doctor was talking to someone else who was in the room and although Liz knew she should be listening, she wasn't. She didn't even know who else was here. All she wanted was for Edmund to wake up, to wake up and be okay.

It wasn't long after that when both men left the car and Liz was left alone with the half dead man she loved. Soflt she rested her head on his chest and tried to stop the tears that kept streaming down her face.

[highflyingliz]

Prompt 3~ First person ~ Food ~ That is the name of my poem ~ Food

Food. I hate food, it ruins lives and destroys performances. The idea alone of eating makes my stomach curl. I do eat, when I have to only. Only when I have no performance for that night, it's about once a month, maybe twice. I just sit and eat for the whole day. Then I barely eat the rest of the time. 

I don't know why it bothers people. It's just how I am. It's have I've always been. It's how I always will be. Some days I wish I wasn't like that, just so that people would get off my back, but I'm not. I'm not changing, that's too much work. Instead I'll just sit and eat once a day, late at night, if I absolutely have to then and only then. 

I wonder if Edmund will notice. That I don't eat often. If he does It'll take a while. After all, that first night, the beautiful wonderful first night, I ate. I ate with him. Why did I do that? It doesn't matter why, but I did. It was a good thing too, now it will take him longer to notice my problem. Maybe he won't notice at all. Even if he did notice, he probably wouldn't care. 

Although, he might be upset. All that food, all the meals he bought me. All that went uneaten. Left to the flies. To who and whatever picked it up and ate it. It was never me, I just didn't want it. Didn't need it. Food was just something that was there. It always had been, always will be. 

[highflyingliz]

Scary Noises in the Night || Victor and Liz

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Victor had realized his heart rate was still going at a rapid pace, refusing to slow down from its immediate leap the younger girl had caused.  He didn’t mind her presence, but she had certainly startled him.  If there was one thing he was expecting, it surely wasn’t Sarah Elizabeth.  Especially not in the middle of the night.  He had half a mind to scold her for coming out here.  As much as it pained him to think it, for he loved the circus dearly, it probably wasn’t the safest place to be alone at such an early hour.  This was the time creeps probably came out and she was attractive, not to mention young, so naturally she would be a perfect candidate to be tormented by those bigger than she.  The thought made him frown.  He would chastise her after he found out what was so important.

“I figured as much.” He said calmly, his dark eyes analyzing her once he managed to settle down the increased beating of his heart.  She didn’t seem injured, and even if she had - why would she come to him?  It was far too late for her to be practicing anyways…That also meant she couldn’t have possibly had broken anything for him to have to go out and fix it, not that it was such dire need at the moment.  And then he let his eyes sweep over her face, forgetting about what could have made her come to him in the first place.  He just noticed she seemed…behaving differently?  She appeared to be at a loss of words, which was very out of character for her.  ”Are you alright?”

It was so rude to do so, and he felt ashamed immediately after for doing it, after all who was he to laugh at something that obviously had shaken her up, but he laughed.  He wasn’t laughing at her per se…but he was laughing at the idea of her getting all scared about something under her bed?  It was so like her to get worked up over something probably nonexistent  a figment of her imagination - an idea sparked by a nightmare most likely.  He was about to tell her to return to her tent because she was being foolish, that nothing could hurt her, but he felt bad for laughing so he nodded.  ”I’ll give it a quick look.”

[highflyingliz]

Sarah Elizabeth watched him with an annoyed frown. What was he thinking? Whatever it was he seemed to be thinking hard about it. For a moment, she felt a wave of nervousness roll over her. Was he thinking about he? He probably just wanted her to leave... Why was she being so stupid? She never should have come here in the first place. Yeah she was crazy. When he finally spoke it took her a few minutes to understand his words. 

"No" She whined while twirling the ends of her hair faster and faster each time. "If I was okay I wouldn't be here" Nervously she rubbed her arms and dropped the strange tool she had picked up a while ago on the floor. When it hit her foot she swore under her breath and hoped back rubbing her bare toes angrily. She looked back up at him and her mouth dropped open. "Are you seriously laughing at me?" The trapeze artist hissed while biting her lip. 

"Are you joking? Do you think this is something to laugh about?" Liz frowned and looked at her feet. He really didn't understand that she was truly scared about there being something hiding under her bed. "Promise?" She whispered while glancing up at him. "You're really going to look for me, because scary noises are coming out from underneath my bed and I'm not going back without someone coming to look at it"

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Morning Fuss [Genevieve and Sarah Elizabeth]

[genevieve-evanora-blog]

“it’s okay. I am annoying sometimes. Morgan said that it is because of my naivete. So I can pretty much understand why they are saying things behind my back.” Genevieve said, trying to convince the girl that she’s not mad at her.

Genevieve was a little bit stunned with Liz’s ideas. Both of the ideas sounds crazy and a little bit weird for Genevieve. She could do the fake exorcism than the punching, but that would still be weird. She was thinking that maybe with the help of Liz, Marco and Morgan, she could convince the circus members not to hate her anymore. 

“Both of your ideas are crazily nice, but I don’t punch people in the teeth. I don’t have such strength. And the exorcism…doesn’t it sound a little too much? They would really think that I am really possessed.” she thought for a while and continued her sentence “maybe you can help me by convincing them that I’m not possessed. You could ask the help of Marco too. I’m sure they will all listen to him.” she finished with a smile

[highflyingliz]

Sarah grinned and looked at the girl with wide eyes. "Marco says that about me!" She squealed while bouncing excitedly. "Wait who's Morgan? Do I know her? Does she work here?" Liz frowned and tried to think of someone she knew named Morgan.

Sarah Elizabeth frowned at the look on the other girl's face. She looked... Shocked, nervous? She didn't know quiet what to call it, but it made her giggle. "I guess that might work" She said while crossing her arms and pouting. "That's less entertaining, but much easier. Marco will be more likely to agree with it..." 

"Oh... Well..." She frowned, punching someone was the easiest way to get them to back off. "Well, I'll see what I can do. Like I said before, people here don't really like me." That was true, not many people talked to her here, especially not woman. 

[tsukiko-rp-deactivated20130524]

Nice to be in Iceland // Open

[tsukiko-rp-deactivated20130524]

Tsukiko laughed and nodded in agreement at the girl’s statement. It was all too true that the wonders of the Cirque extended to the food and drink that was supplied to the performers- something which had obviously been continued from Chandresh’s midnight dinners. The thought brought happy memories to Kiko’s mind, and made her smile even brighter.

When Liz said she’d seen Kiko’s performance, she was ever so flattered. It was sometimes hard for them to see each other’s acts because they had a busy schedule. “Thank you, Liz, I’m really glad you think so.” she said. “I shall have to come and watch yours again some time. How do you like it here at the Le Cirque des Rêves?” she asked, putting on a silly French accent. Tsukiko drank some more tea, and then at something from her plate which resembled a tiny palm tree- about the size of a sixpence coin- and tasted like cheese. “Mm, these are good too.” she muttered, eating three more.

[highflyingliz]

Sarah Elizabeth smiled and randomly jumped up. Happily she skipped over to the food and loaded up another plate. This one was filled more with snack like items. She had small piles of cheese, fruits and various other unknown foods. 

"I don't know what half of this is, but it all looks so good" She settled back down and placed the food so that is was slightly closer to her, but still near Tsukiko. "That looks really good," She said while looking at the cheese that was shaped like trees. Without giving it a second thought she reached over and took one from the plate. 

Giggling, she chewed it slowly. "This is good" She said while smiling, then she grabbed a purple piece of fruit and tossed it into her mouth. "You never have to worry about making it to my show. It's nothing special"

[highflyingliz]

Pretty Pictures || Nathaniel and Sarah Elizabeth

[nathanielforge-deactivated20130]

“Just fine…” he said, mixing paint for her skin tone. Pale, but with light tan and pink undertones. “Your skin is so complex…” he muttered, looking up as he mixed the color. 

“Anyway, the ‘spark’. It’s what makes you so very different from most others your age. You’ve got a lovely innocence, though not too much naivete, and most of that will fade with age, I suppose. You’re very lively, too. Very excited. That’s your spark. It’s what makes. You. You.” He punctuated his last word with his paintbrush, flicking it forward and sending paint in Sarah Elizabeth’s direction. His eyes widened as he watched it land on her face. “I’m terribly sorry, though it does match rather well,” he said. 

[highflyingliz]

Liz squealed while she was hit with paint and she grinned at him. "What is your problem?" she joked while shaking her head at him. "Now you defiantly owe me a painting of my kitten" Giggling she attempted to wipe the paint off her dress. "Although if she comes home with paint all over her I'll never speak to you again." 

Laughing she jumped up from her seat and ran over to look at the painting. "It's looking good so far" She commented while looking at the barely there painting. "Although I could use some hair..."

[poppet--murray]

A Quarrel || Poppet and Sarah Elizabeth

[poppet--murray]

“Chose?” Poppet asked, one delicate red eyebrow raised. “No, he doesn’t choose people. Haven’t you figured it out by now? It’s rather simple. Women are playmates. Just play his game, love. Play it with him. Play if often. Don’t let yourself become a pawn, though. I mean, if you’re not already,” she said, honest advice delivered with a biting and condescending tone. 

Games were fun, she was learning, but she feared her best friend might find herself in too deep. An opening move, sacrificed to further the strategy.  As for herself, she’d stay the white queen, let Edmund be the black king, and do her best to keep the game going on her own terms. 

[highflyingliz]

"Well obviously he did, since he's with me and not you" She glared at the woman and shook her head trying to ignore the words coming from her mouth. "Stop, just stop please. Poppet, you're my best friend, I love you, but you have to stop this. He chose me, he's with me. Get over it"

Sarah Elizabeth frowned at her and shook her head slowly. Why didn't she see what was going on. She really did love him and he seemed to love her as well. Why would Poppet just open her eyes and see that.

[poppet--murray]

A Quarrel || Poppet and Sarah Elizabeth

[highflyingliz]

"You horrid little wrench" She said while spinning around and putting her hands on her hips. "Does that make you feel better about yourself? Trying to make me feel worse about myself? Well it's not going to work. You have no right to say anything about mine and Edmund's relationship. He chose me, get over it"

[highflyingliz]

Pretty Pictures || Nathaniel and Sarah Elizabeth

[nathanielforge-deactivated20130]

He chuckled. “No one lives forever, Lizzy. It’s a fact, but don’t think of it as sad. Don’t you think you’d be terribly bored all the time if you lived forever. Nothing would be exciting any more. You’d see everything, so what would the point of seeing anything be? Anyway, you’d get too jaded, see too much bad in the world. You’d lose that little spark.” 

He realized his talking was keeping him from his canvas, though, and turned once again to the paint. “As for the painting,” he added, “It’s rather hard to teach. I can teach you perspective and shading and realism, but you can’t teach art. It’s just inside someone. Your art is with your body, the way you fling yourself about it. You could teach me how to do those things, but you could never teach me grace.” 

[highflyingliz]

Sarah Elizabeth smiled and looked down at her feet when he mentioned she had a spark. "Now what exactly do you mean by that?" She asked while tilting her head to the side. "I'd rather like to know what having a 'spark' is."

"When you put it that way I suppose you're right. I guess I'll just forever try and find something I'm good at." Shrugging, she went back at watching him. "How's it coming?" She asked excitedly, while she waited for a response she asked him another question. "Have you ever painted animals? I'd love itif you would paint me a picture of my kitten."