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"Break!?" She found herself calling out. Where was he? Sharon hadn't been feeling the greatest so she hid from everyone for a long, long time. But now she had been worried. She got the courage to go out again, she could pretend to be normal enough again. The girl wasn't sure why she was so worried about Break so suddenly though.

She just chalked it up to wanting to show him that she was still alive and alright though. She wanted to know he was still here as well. She didn't want to be in this place without him.

Sharon glanced about the rising fog. "Break?" Her voice came out barely audible. She could hear coughing. Where? What direction? Sharon headed for the sound but found herself just running around in what felt like a circle. The coughing didn't ever get any closer. It was as though she was running and going absolutely no where.

What made her think it was Break? Why was her mind telling her it was him coughing? A chill ran down her spine. "Xarx-ni..." She whispered barely audible. She started running in the direction of the coughing again. This time she found herself tripping over something heavy. Arms shot out to catch herself. Palms scraping against the rough ground. Skirts tearing a little. What was it she tripped over?

The girl looked over her shoulder quickly. There he was. The white-haired man. Doubled over coughing. A hand covering his mouth, though she could see the blood seeping through his fingers. She turned about quickly so she was facing him. "Xarx-nii!" She cried one arm resting on his side. Head leaning in to look at his face. The other hand used to support her weight on the ground.

His coughing fit! It seemed so bad. Sharon reached a hand to smooth out his hair in a gentle motion. Sharon saw a movement, her eyes turning quickly to it. Her eyes widened as she shifted Break, so his head was resting weakly against her chest, her arms wrapping around him, embracing him tightly. What was Mad Hatter doing here? How did the chain get here? How did Break get his powers back?

Sharon held the man tighter, his bloody hand reaching up to grab a hold of her dress he opened his mouth to speak bit it was just followed by a weak coughing fit. She continued to hold him, smoothing his hair and rocking. She was doing her best not to cry as she made small shushing noises. Why was this happening? She continued to hold him tight, pink eyes fixed on the chain that seemed to be watching them almost as if taunting her. Being so close, being visible, as though pointing at her and laughing about how she could do nothing to help Break.

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“You are not lost, are you?” Interesting. These manners aren’t exactly of the norm, but it’s a refresher. Perhaps I should make conversation? Hmm. Conversation.

“I have memorized the area to a metre. I can assure you that leading you back to appropriate shelter would not be a trouble—but of course, we must resolve the issue of portable transport.” He states this all blandly, rambling in his way. A pale hand snakes over to and fishes around his jeans pocket, searching for, and finding, a caramel. “Would you like to have a sweet while I devise the appropriate device?” It had been a while since he’d socialized, so he is feeling rather generous at the moment.

He drops the candy in her lap anyhow, and shuffles off through the rain to complete his task. There wasn’t much else to do, in his after life. Helping people just as ever, but in different, more personal ways. Many may not have noticed it, but L has been striving to make things easier for others—removing blockades, alphabetizing books, etc.

…Perhaps this lead pipe, and that canvas? It need a rope, as well…

Sharon shook her head chuckling. "No, I decided to take a look around. And I simply wanted a rest. Perfect timing for one too, don't you think?" She asked an amused tone in her voice as her pink eyes stared at the falling rain.

She listened to him speak, pink eyes wide and blinking as she slowly thought over what he was saying. She shook her head again. "It's quite alright, I'm fine as it is." She explained as he started fishing around in his pocket. The caramel found it's way to her skirts where he had dropped it. She stared at it for a moment before looking back up to the man who really hadn't waited for her to reply before running off to deal with what he thought he had too.

And now he had wandered out into the rain. "Ah!" The girl moved to grab his wrist. "You're going to get sick if you're out in the rain too much." She pointed out with a slight frown on her face. "I'm sure the rain will let up soon, it's in enough waiting for it." She said not wanting the stranger to get sick on her account.

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Celty had no intention of actually stalking someone. She just happened to be nearby when she heard a happy squeal close by. Confused and somewhat curious about what could possibly have someone make such a pleasant sound in this hellhole, the Dullahan started to search for the person behind it. Simply by rounding a corner, she had found a young girl dressed as if she belonged a few centuries back, clutching a book with a dreamy expression on her face. From the looks of things, the girl seemed to belong to a rich and noble family.

Perhaps she… would let Celty read some of the delightful story? The faerie had been feeling a bit lonely and depressed lately.

She approached the orange-haired girl somewhat hesitantly as she pulled out her PDA and typed a brief, friendly — at least to her it was — message.

[ Hello. Can I… ask what your book is about? ]

—-Is that a weird greeting? She had never even talked to or seen the privileged female before. Maybe she shouldn’t have intruded so suddenly.

Sharon had heard the footsteps. Pink eyes opened and turned to look atthe woman who had approached her. What an odd looking girl, especially with the headgear that covered her entire head. Sharon stared at the approach. A warm smile found it's place on Sharon's face.

Curiousity played in her features as the woman pulled out the curious divice. She studied it for a moment as it was extended toward her. Finally Sharon leaned in and read it. She blinked and her expression brighened even more.

"Hello~" She gave a cheery look as she turned her glance to her book holding it close a excited look on her face.

"It's an amazing book!" Sharon exclaimed. "It's about a young girl, who was a map maker, one of the most amazing map makers around. Anyway her land is ruled by an evil, evil man. So she hears about this legandary warrior. She goes to his land, she asks him, begs him to help. He declines. She offers her mapmaking skills, and even herself as a payment. Reluctantly he accepts. And he starts spending time with her, and taking her around to map as a test, and the more she hangs around the more she starts to fall in love with him. But this man finds out about her, and the hero's love for her. And she's taken hostage. I just reached the part where she gets saved!"

Poor Celty, the mun feels sorry for her. Sharon finished her long rant, well shortened rant, she could have continued or exteneded it, but she had remembered to hold herself back to some degree.

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Break could have easily seen through the girls smile.  He already knew that she was aware of his state.  But he couldn’t focus, he didn’t want to.  He was facing her, looking at her, but his crimson gaze was blank, staring right through the girl.  The only reason he kept the smile and the teasing tone in his voice was because he knew that without it she’d think something was worse.  His lost gaze gave it away enough, if he couldn’t even force normalcy in the rest of his features than it’d be too obvious.  But even then, after a few moments, he closed his eye and leaned against the tree.  The rough bark at least felt solid against his back.

The sounds of her footsteps, however faint they were, seemed to echo in his thoughts.  He kept up his smile, chuckling as she spoke.  It seemed she’d let it go, though, he didn’t need to be in his right mind to realize that she was still worried about it.  When the steps stopped he opened his eye again, looking down at her forced but beaming smile.  The albinos smile fell when she reached her hand up to touch him, to brush hair that was constantly in his face out of it.  He just watched her, curiosity and a bit of tranquility filling in the absence of the smile.  The man sighed a bit and closed his eye as her finger tips lingered again his skin.  They were cool against his very slightly feverish face.  Her touch always felt so comforting and familiar, though not as strong as her mothers, it still brought a sense of serenity to the man, though the pain never ceased.  

When her hand dropped he opened his eye.  As soon as the contact between them ended the sense of calm did as well.  He was already missing it, her soft touch. …Or was it Shelly’s touch he really longed for?  Either way, it was annoying to want such contact, to desire such comfort.  He didn’t need it.  He didn’t deserve it.  And he would thrive without it.  

Those were his enveloping thoughts as he watched the girl walk to the tree across from him and lean against it.  Once again, he barely even noticed her movements and actions.  He had just been staring as she walked, head throbbing, and when he blinked, cleared the thoughts, she was there.  The grown man sighed a bit and sank to the ground, still leaning against the tree, a slight smile still plastered on his face.  ”Did you bring any snacks with you~?” he chimed, not so much as a cover up, there was no point in that.  It was more as a change of topic, to try and lighten the mood.  To fall back to normalcy.  Even if he felt nothing close to normal.  And even if all he wanted to do was curl up in a place where even his mind was quiet.  When all he wanted to do was rest.  Be alone.  Lose himself amidst the insanity and nothingness that threatened to engulf his soul.  At least for a while.  At least to regain the ability to be able to stop acting and forcing.  To give himself a break for a while, so he had more energy and drive to bring his sanity back.  But even if he gave in…would he be able to gain it back?  Or would he be completely lost?  He had come back from madness once…

Of course he intened to change the topic. He usually did when he didn't feel like dealing with certian things. Sharon let him though. There was nothing to say about how out of it he seemed. And besides he probably wouldn't enjoy the pestering of the topic. She knew she sure as hell wouldn't. The girl continued to stare into his eye smile remaining fixed in place. Now she was wishing she did bring some snacks. Then again, she wasn't expecting to run into anyone and she had just ate. Besides... She was getting worried. It might have been just her imagination but her dresses did feel a little tighter. It was probably just her imagination. She had agreed earlier. But it was better safe than sorry. After all she didn't want to end up fat, that would just add to her stress and worry.

The thoughts of her weight sent her gaze down to her stomach for a long moment. "No. I didn't." She finally answered Break, eyes shifting to look down at herself and where the picnic basket would have been if she indeed had brought one. "The one time I don't bring one," she sighed and shook her head at herself.

Her eyes turned back to watch him, concern still evident on her face. She chewed lightly on her lip before turning her eyes away from him. "You know, you don't have to be putting on an act." She told him, shifting a little bit as she rocked on her heels. "You can let your emotions out every now and then." She added eyes continuing to remain adverted from him. That was all she was going to say, especially since she didn't know what else to do or say. She just didn't want him to continue to force himself.

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Clunk. Scrape, scrape…

With a few more loud and rather ungainly noises, a rather peculiar-looking man would crawl out from underneath some of the nearby wreckage, seemingly unfazed by his own actions. He raises his thumb to his mouth and politely bites down, nibbling at the skin surrounding the nail. Oh? A girl. I wonder how it is that she managed to get herself stranded out here.

“Greetings. I am L.” His monotone voice states, sounding as if the greeting was a chore. “Do you not have a parasol, miss? That is awfully irresponsible—although i must commend you for your bravery. The circus grounds are not exactly a popular place for the residents of this… place, to visit.” Indeed, whenever L roamed the canrival it seemed abandoned. Of course, being alone had never stopped him before.

“Am I correct in thinking that you are not used to the fair grounds?” Obsidian eyes observe her, almost unblinking.

Sharon had heard the sounds and simply looked in the direction, watching the man as if it was an everyday occurrance to see someone climbing out of seemingly nowhere. She was used to it at the very least. She simply watched the stranger, curiousity on her face. She didn't recall seeing him about.

"Good evening." She greeted in a cheery tone that matched her now beaming smile. L? What a strange name. "I"m Sharon Rainsworth." She tilted her head as she examined him. He was such a strange man, from appearances at least.

She shook her head, strawberry blond tresses bouncing back and forth. "I don't." She didn't really care if she was stuck out in the rain after all, it was nice sometimes. Except when it got too chilly. She chuckled at the statement and looked about. "I think it's more folly than it is bravery."

She shook her head a little at the last question. "I'm used to the circus itself, but this is my first time in this area." She gave the quick short answer.

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Pale fingers swept over the fringe of orange that had fallen in front of her eyes. The pink orbs stared at the dull grey sky. The whether hadn't been bad until now. Out of the blue it had gotten rather chilly and wet. She shuddered a little as she wrapped her arms around the dark purple fabric that made up the current dress she wore. Of course she would be caught out of doors in a freezing rain. Thankfully her exploring led her here.

She stared at the rides around her. They looked broken down and not quite up to the safety standards. She wouldn't have even neared them if it wasn't for the need of shelter. So there she was. Sitting on the floor, which was groaning under her weight, of the merry go round. The dingy fallen horse was used for a back rest. the pole had been broken and missing. Thankfully it didn't look like the thing would simply colapse on top of her, unlike some of the rides.

Sharon was tired and bored, and deep in her thoughts. She really did need to get back to normal, and get out of hiding. As nice and relaxing as it was having quiet and time to herself she was begining to get a little lonely. And she hadn't spoken to anyone in a few days. And she only did that because she was too busy freaking out about being a boy to remember that she was in hiding... From what? Well nothing really. She just wanted calm and quiet... But too much of a good thing became a bad thing. She was becoming anti-social. She was becoming lonely again, especially now that Break had vanished once again. Not that she blamed him since she apparently vanished for a length of time as well... That was unless he continued his usual stalker-ish tendencies and had been watching following and watching her without making himself known.

The girl stood sat there, eyes staring blankly at the rollercoster opposite of her. Knees lifted to move closer to her body. Arms finally let go of her body as she moved to tug her skirts down so that she wasn't showing her feet. Arms moved to wrap around the bottom of the skirt as if to lock in the heat.

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captain-of-ice:

“Well, it seems to be a dare-like thing. You should not be tortured too much. Yes, I want it to be all but more for your sake than mine.” Why was it that she seemed upset that he did not want her to do anything else?

Sharon laughed and continued to watch him. "No one said it was a dare though~" She pointed out happily. "And anyway, how would something like that be torture for me~" She kept her tone of voice light and airy as she rocked back and forth on her heels.

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GUYS! WHAT'S SEX?

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With her words, the kid simply lit up, finding this explanation much better than the one she received from Kumagawa! It wasn’t gross, and she would rather have this kind of sex! Clapping two small appendages together, her eyes seemed to glorify with excitement. She hadn’t had anything yummy and delicious for awhile, really! Nothing like a delicious cake!

“Then, I want sex~!”

Blissfully unaware of the means of the words she was speaking, she continues to do so—- bearing only light hearted intentions as she did so, “I want a lot of it~! I haven’t had anything delicious in a real, real long time!” Well, Faya did share some candy with her, so did Kanon, and she did come across a few cupcakes, but… a delicious cake? It was much, much better than the whole peeing inside a girl thing~!

“Sexxxx~!”

She really didn't think that part through so much. Was the girl really going to run around saying she wanted sex. "Now there's sex in a pan and sex in a bowl, so you have to at least be sure to ask for the kind you want. Okay~? Don't go around just saying you want sex, neh~?" She hoped the girl would listen. "You have to be specific so people know." Hopefully she could avoid any problems that the girl would have with such things. Girls her age should not have to be dealing with sex talk and such.

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Well, that was just great. Then she saw him when he was moping? She saw him when he actually was showing completely raw emotion. Of course she did. He should have known better than to assume he would not be found. It seemed as though people always found a way to find him at the worst of times. No matter. Like everything else that had happened during his stay in the circus, it could not be changed. With some of his worst enemies there now, it was all going to to go down hill too, and he was well aware of it. Hitsugaya simply stared in response to her statement.

He blinked once as though completely lost or annoyed by where the conversation was going. Matsumoto used to always go clothes shopping whenever in the World of the Living instead of looking for possible threats or other problems that could disrupt the delicate balance that they had created. That was why he had to ‘duel with Kusaka to the death.’ It was not really a duel to the death though. It was nothing more than a mere test to see who would betray their closest friend first. The one to draw their sword first was the one that would be executed. By making the first move, Kusaka gave up his life. Such painful memories were not to be thought of, so he shook his head to dislodge the thoughts of his friends back home or that were wiped from existence. “Indeed it is.”

Sharon tilted her head to one side. Was he bothered by her seeing him letting his emotions out? She didn't ask, instead she folded her arms behind her back smiling up at the sky. "You know, it's good to let your emotions out every now and then~" She told him eyes fixing on the sky smile remaining on her lips. "It helps stop you from going insane~" Bottling emotions up was unhealthy. It could lead a person to crack. Sadly she didn't like taking her own advice, wanting to keep her own mask in place. She had seen her being depressed, or showing emotions that differed from her usual bubbly, bright exterior made people worry. Besides she wadsn't fond of making people worry too much.

She wasn't going to press the topic of clothing. She knew better than to bother guys with it. Not many understood the finer points of fashion. Then again not all women did either. She however was rather girly and enjoyed fashion and romance, and all those beautiful things. Sharon looked back at him her mind wandering from the thought of clothing. She was glad that he was concerned about her. She just gave him a beaming smile and a light laugh as she stood there.

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Sharon is overly jealous when it comes to things involving Break.

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Her zodiac sign is a cancer

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The poor girl was sleeping when it happened. It was the last thing she had been expecting. After a long time pink eyes slid open. The child let out a yawn and rolled to her side staring at her closet. There was a feeling of wrongness. She couldn't place it though. Finally the orange-haired girl sat up. Only to come to the sudden realization.

Eyes widened as she looked down at herself. The nightgown she usually wore was looser. The reason? She was quite flat chested. Her eyes widened as she stood up. Sharon headed for the closet and pulled out some clothes. Quickly she started to change only to come to find out the immediate assumption was right. With a flushed face the child started donning the clothing that was worn when training with Break.

"Oh god..." She whispered in a not so feminine voice now. Her hands shakily buttoned the shirt and she tied the orange locks of hair into a low ponytail. The now male child wanted to curl up and cry and remain hidden until he became a female again. But he forced himself not too.

Sharon pulled on the boots and laced them up tightly before heading out of the trailer looking uncomfortable and more than a little embarrassed about the transformation.

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Otae gave her a serene smile. "I'm fine as well, but I'm glad to hear you're doing fine. The last time we talked you seemed somewhat down and I was worried."

Sharon chuckled and nodded. “I’m much better now~ Thank you for your concern though.” Mun does not think this is true… but very well.

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Then this mun shall give you some love! "Miss Rainsworth, it has been a long while since we last spoke. Have you been doing well?"

“It has been a while, I’m good~ How are you Otae~?” Sharon asked with a cheerful smile.

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 ”Hell yeah I would! I’m hungry!” Kiba ran over and jumped into one of the seats at the table. He opened up and searched through the basket. “Whoops. I’m bein’ a jerk. Go ahead.” He let her go through the basket first.”

Sharon laughed and shook her head. "It's alright." She pulled the foods out of the basket and the thermos too. She pulled out two of the cups and plates she had packed in there as well. "Feel free to help yourself." She said as she poured herself a cup of tea.

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 ”Hey! It’s starting to look nice in here!” Kiba decided to stop by after a while to check up on Sharon. Aaaaand he smelled food. “Is-is that a picnic basket?”

Sharon looked over and smiled cheerfully at the familiar face in the door way. "Isn't it~?" She asked looking about once more. She chuckled as he mentioned the basket. "It is~ It has tea, cakes and sandwiches." She chuckled folding her hands behind her back. "Would you like to join me~?"