Mad Tea Parties!

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uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

                            he announces himself well with the sparkling hood made up of glistening stars and lace. it’s enough to conceal the horn peeking from the crown of his head; just enough to CONCEAL that ever shame of being a freak. ( oh, but he hides it so well behind his wicked painted lips. ) as he turns the corner, fingers ghosting over the drapes which barely cover his destination - a tent filled with low lights, costume pieces strewn across the floors. the little TRINKETS which framed their precious family. their precious CAGE.

                          “ how long until you’re called to the stage ? i had something to discuss with you; regarding your ATTITUDE, as of late. “

   A deep sigh left the boy, the buttons on his thrilled shirt were loose, like most of his clothes, though the black trousers he pulled over his knees and tied at the waist. He looked up to the man who spoke, it seemed as though they never had a decent conversation these days due to the boy’s ATTITUDE, as Everette would put it.

   “I’m nₒt the finishing act.” He muttered, tapping his watch, making sure it was working, “But I’m up next, did you want to talk now?” He glanced back at the man, but pursed his lips together, “Thₒugh I haven’t a clue what yₒu’re talking about.” 

                         Well done, start the conversation with a lie.

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Hᵒw did we get here again...?

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“Safe? Of course they’ll be safe. Why not?”

   Haigha sighed as he slapped the useless traces of mud on his knees. Thank god Eques was here. If the younger had wandered into the woods alone, he would probably have a breakdown when he came across the fallen birds nest.

   “I mean… I trust yₒu, but dₒ yₒu think their mₒther will find them?” The chain questioned, he could not help looking at the poor things, chirping quietly while their eyes were plastered shut, “I thₒught mₒther birds leave their children if they can’t fly…” The thought of another animal finding the babies made him frown in thought.

   “Can’t we just stay a little lₒnger?”

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ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

❖ │ “YOU DON’T KNOW MY MOTHER SO WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.” This was all fun and games,friendly banter he had thought. Clearly… he had been wrong. He drops the frog without any thought of the small animal’s well being. He forms a tight fist, the thought of hitting a child is against all of his morals but this one isn’t even alive… so… loophole? He doesn’t even think before swinging as hard as he can, wanting to knock the lifeless vessel into the dirt floor. “Don’t. Talk. About. Things. You. Don’t. Know.”

He takes a step back, assessing what further damage needs to be done.  “Manners, I can teach myself andYOU ought to do the same.” Adrenaline continues to pulse through his body, forbidding him to stand still. Forbidding him to walk away without another word. “I would suggest you apologize now, kid. I’m not typically patient but I can be.”

   He was surprised that it had been that simple to get the reaction he wanted, thought maybe it had been a bit too much. Feet still plastered to the ground as he slid his way across the area, mud splattered up his shoes and bandaged legs, but that was hardly the problem.

   A gasp left Higure’s lips as he lost his balance and stumbled backwards, the sound of tearing flesh echoed as he was impaled by a loose pole meant for holding up one of the tarps, though now it was nothing more than a weapon that easily sliced through his back and gut.

   There was nothing more to say, it had been his fault that something so drastic had happened and he would not have admitted it at the time, but he regretted the fact he had acted so childishly and gotten himself in such a situation, though it had not been the first time.

   “Shit!”

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Peter Pan {Sentence Starters}

“Oh, we had such a wonderful time!”

“You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!”

“I hereby banish you forever.”

“Oh, a little persuasion might be in order.”

“Thank you, my dear, you’ve been most helpful.”

“Girls talk too much!”

“And just what do you think you are doing, ______?”

“You mean this is only a game?”

“This won’t do. What’s the matter with you?”

“A jealous female can be tricked into anything.”

“This time you’ve gone too far!”

“All this has happened before, and it will all happen again.”

“It’s just that I never thought about it before.”

“I have the strangest feeling that I’ve seen that _____ before.”

“Put her back, you blithering idiot!”

“You could show us the way? Why, I never thought of that.”

“Now, think of the happiest things.”

“I’ll get you for this, _____, if it’s the last thing I do!”

“Safe? Of course they’ll be safe. Why not?”

“But what’s this? Tears? Then it is true.”

“I came to listen to your stories.”

“This ain’t no place for a respectable pirate.”

“Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?”

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uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

                             “i believe he’s just too hung up on spending his days in his tent,” Everette replied. his comment was half-hearted. honestly, it would not take a GENIUS to recognise the lack of enthusiasm the man held for such a topic. he drops his empty bowl into a bucket of bubbly water and rolls his sleeves up. “honestly, i think he only dares to show face when the show begins.” (part of him hoped the Ringmaster could hear him. the other part of him, oh boy, that part of him was shaking in his boots.)

                         “do you have anything prepared for the show tonight? a surprise, perhaps?” he begins scrubbing his bowl clean, back turned to Higure; just so the boy would miss the wide smile on Everette’s face. (like a big brother, ever so proud of his sibling’s little tricks and ideas.) “i look forward to the act, whatever you may have in store.”

   Higure followed along behind the older as he held his bowl in one hand while supporting his weight with his cane in the other hand. He did not know why he had bought up the topic of the Ringleader, but he thought it was time to change their conversation and it seemed as though Everette had the same idea when asking about the show.

   “Breaking my neck always has the audience clapping.” It had been intended as a joke, though he did not wish for his choice of words linger without specifying the intention of his sentence, “I’m kidding... Thᵒugh there was that ᵒne time-” He almost trailed off, but decided not to continue with the almost triggering memory, “I think that I might try something a little different, thᵒugh I haven’t a clue hᵒw the crᵒwd will react...”

   Once Everette had finished washing his dishes, Higure followed, pouring the soaping water on his bowl, “I wish yᵒu wᵒuldn’t have tᵒ perform sᵒ ᵒften...” He gave a small sigh.

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ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

❖ │ “Tsk tsk.” He supposes this means he’ll have to stand up. And he had gotten so comfortable as well! A true shame, but Dodie is certainly not one to pass off a chance to show off. MAGIC calmed him after all.  “I suppose if you’re too impatient to wait until I perform. I have no choice but to indulge my fans.”

He jumps to his feet and holds out his empty hands. “Take a look here, Higure.” He gives the boy enough time to study the bare skin on both sides and then raises his hands to his chin. Hooking a finger on each side of his mouth, he pulls his lower lip down. “Nothing here now, as you can see.” Unable to fully close his mouth, his words are garbled. It usually would add to his charm. Tougher luck with this case. He drops one hand to his side and with the other he’ll reach into his mouth, contorting himself in order to appear offputting and disturbing to the audience. His hand returns to plain sight and dangling from his finger was a young frog.

“And there's more where that came from, boy.”

   Amazed? Hardly.

   Sure, he was a bit surprised that this Amateur Magician could actually do something that would be worth calling talent, though he was not amused. Just how childish was this ADULT going to act in front of him. Higure felt as though he had every right to act the way that he did, dying at the young age he was, then forced to live a life stuck inside the body of something younger than his mind believed.

   “Disgusting...” Dead eyes narrowed at the scene in front of him, wondering just how much Dodie had prepared for this encounter, “Yᵒu truly have nᵒ manners, huh?” He scoffed, “Yᵒu’d think yᵒur mᵒther wᵒuld have taught yᵒu better, but then again, I wᵒuldn’t blame her if she ended up selling yᵒu tᵒ this circus in the first place. Yᵒu seem like sᵒmething that peᵒple eventually lᵒse interest in.” 

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"I was tempted to ask Eques... But I think talking to you would be for the best." Cold hands fumbled with the end of his sleeves as he began to grow nervous and started to regret coming here in the first place, "Do you... think there's love out there for everyone?"

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Sharon was watching him closely, letting the other to speak his mind. The young heiress to the Rainsworth dukedom could only offer him a smile before allowing herself to speak out loud. She had her own opinion on love and romance. Perhaps, she was naive in that way. Perhaps, her idea could be wrong in the eyes of society. But she still trusted it. She believed herself on that. There was no regret in her next words. No doubt.

   “Of course,”  she replied casually, without a hint of hesitance. Her eyes showed her determination and confidence in her simplest words and admittance.  “Love is something that stands beyond our understanding. Society may go against this feeling, but you must always remember that it is something that will forever be yours. With that said, there is love for everyone. There is always someone who will give you love.”

Sharon never doubted that. It was something she grew up with. Despite her status and possible arranged marriage for the sake of her household, Rainsworth believed in love. She thought that it was ultimate. She believed that it was uniting and equal. 

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uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

                 “i believe the word you’re looking for is RESPECT,” he waves his fork in the air, dabbing the essence of stew from his lips (taking care to add a light touch, lest he wished his make-up smeared across his cheek.) “i respect him; as should you. no-one ends up coming here because life was easy, as you know.”

              he stands, long legs stepping over the surface of their bench-like seats. he holds his empty bowl with one hand while he collects his used cutlery with the other. eyes are focused upon the swirls upon the table; making up the neglected polish surface. “you will learn to like him soon enough, i’m sure. perhaps your personalities may clash - though i’m sure the both of you are mature enough to accept such differences and be quick friends!”                                                                          (he hoped. oh, he hoped.)

   Higure twisted his face into an expression of discomfort, but only for a short few seconds as Everette spoke about respect. He had hardly spoken to the Magician, he was not even sure if he liked him yet or not, there was no way he was going to respect him.

   The performer heard the enthusiasm in his friend’s voice and dared to wonder if it was faked at all, though he decided not to say anything and frankly wanted to change the subject altogether.

   “Yeah...” He nodded, lifting himself from the table, using the arm of his chair for support before clasping a hold of his walking stick to steady himself as he picked up his practically empty bowl in front of him, “I haven’t seen the Ringmaster in a while... has he taken ill?” Hopefully.

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ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

❖ │ “I guess you could call it jumping to conclusions, I’d prefer to call it: getting you to engage me in a conversation.” He tilts his head to the side, watching the boy closely. The irritation seems to be RADIATING off of Higure like stench marks from a cartoon garbage can. He leans forward attentively. “And… it sure looks like I got one thing right at least.” He’ll wink at him before settling back into the cold hard embrace of his chair.

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t think you can deny my part in this circus. Keep me out of your family all you’d like, but I’m not walking away from a STEADY source of food and water.” He shrugs leisurely. It’ll take a little more to get him riled up enough to throw a punch at this boy… unless he happened to strike first.

   Scoffing louder than intended, Higure covered his mouth as he shook his head, “Yᵒu’ve prᵒved nᵒthing yet.” He gave a small smirk, dangerously close to taking out his anger once and for all, “Yᵒu think that yᵒu’re a useful member ᵒf this Circus with sᵒmething as fake as Magic?” Fist clutched around the handle of his walking stick in fury.

   He needed to calm down soon or he would probably start something he would be incapable of controlling, “Prᵒve that yᵒu’re useful then!” He lifted himself from the chair he sat on, expression full of rage, “Shᵒw me why yᵒu’re sᵒ special! Shᵒw me why Everet-” He stopped himself from saying anymore, though it was probably useless to change the subject now. 

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    please… don’t let him believe those boys could possibly be FIGHTING. (and in the hall, of all places!)

  “I’m literally two years older than you.”

“If you’re really as old as you say you are then maybe you should act like it.”

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ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

❖ │ He’s met with CONFRONTATION and he can’t help but find it amusing, laughable even. His passive tone brings out a wider smile. “Didn’t ask but you got it anyway.” His tone is taunting, maybe even a little hostile. His eyes follow Higure as the man staggers across the room before finally taking a seat. He looks way too easy to take in a fight. He quiets those thoughts, although clearly not well enough. The passive tone more than lingers as he continues.

“It really DOESN’T. I’m just trying to make conversation.” He waves a hand dismissively. “So, Higure,” He makes a point to mispronounce as many syllables as he could while keeping the name recognizable. “I’m going to guess that you are thirteen years old, you hate the snow, and you’ve been here for seven years.” He pauses to let out an exhale, anything to give him the logically sound higher ground. Anything to mask his hot-headed tendencies. “Choose to correct me if you’d like, but that’s what I’ll go with for now.”

   The thought of this... AMATEUR MAGICIAN angering a dead man, was truly a hilarious thing to come to mind, but sure enough, that was what was happening, “Oh... You like to jump to conclusions?” He snickered. What are you doing?  

   “Yᵒu’re wrᵒng. Abᵒut a lᵒt ᵒf things prᵒbably...” He began mumbling quietly, unsure if he was in the mood to stir up a situation right now or not, “I was fifthteen when I died, but what dᵒ yᵒu care? That was fᵒur years agᵒ.” He rolled his eyes, though it was difficult to tell from his pale irises.

   Yet somehow he kept a fake smile on his face the whole time, “I dᵒ hate the snᵒw, but I dᵒn’t knᵒw why yᵒu thᵒught tᵒ bring up that kind ᵒf bullshit. Nᵒthing like that matters anymᵒre.” He grit his teeth and attempted to bite his tongue, “The ᵒnly thing that matters is this circus and my family... and yᵒu’re nᵒt apart ᵒf that.”

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uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

            “how well?” he continues spinning the cutlery against his fingers and eyes the boy. (how amusing it was to see such a fragile CHILD holding an attitude beyond his years.) the blunt tone which Higure chose would not faze Everette in the slightest. he simply takes a mouthful of stew; picking between the chunks of vegetables and mushrooms. he was not a picky eater. just a particular one.

           “as time has gone by, i would like to say he and i have become well acquainted,” he wondered if that was putting it lightly? he shook it off. scraping the sides of his bowl. living here had its quirks, but eating meals was true survival. nothing went to waste. “we have become good friends. i’m sure the two of you shall, too. if you give it time, Higure.”

                       he was half-tempted to add something like ‘just open up once in a while!’ but decided against it as he bit down on the remainder of his meal. he would allow the silence to settle before opening his mouth again; “and you? how well do you know him?”

   “Uhuh.” He hummed lightly, brow raised slowly when he noticed the little information he got from Everette and wondered just how much he was actually keeping from himself. It was not like it was his problem, right?

   “ᵒh... I dunnᵒ.” Higure mumbled, eating more of the tasteless food, “Hardly spᵒken tᵒ him really.” The more he spoke, the quieter his voice turned and even more he felt as though Everette would pry into his thoughts and true feelings about the new member.

   “Yᵒu seem tᵒ like him thᵒugh...”

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ʀᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴ ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

❖ │ He’s been sat in the mess hall for what felt like FOREVER, making idle conversation with various performers. They’d come and go but he remained glued to the fragile wooden chair. A figure darkens the doorway, one he’s not familiar with but has head all too much about. The dead man walking. His stark appearance, albeit unsettling, could not overpower how timid is petite frame came across. If anything that made him all the more TRAGIC in the magician’s eyes.

An eyebrow raised curiously. “Hey there, I’m Dodie.” He swivels around in his chair, throwing a leg over the warped wooden arm. He hadn’t yet gotten the chance to see what Higure could really do, but there would plenty of time to find out later. No need to waste precious time with stupid questions. “I was wondering when I’d be able to bump into you. How long’ve you been here?”

  Limping as he walked and with the support of his walking stick in hand, though it did not take long to get to his destination, he debated whether or not he should turn back and come back some other time, but there was no need to go out of his way for HIM.

   Taking a seat that happened to be somewhat nearby to the new member of the circus, Higure let out a sigh, the strain of lugging his dead body around the tents to get to the hall had truly drained whatever spirit he had left, “I didn’t ask...” He muttered once he had heard the Magician’s name, though he was curious, having not heard him even talk.

   “What dᵒes it matter tᵒ yᵒu hᵒw lᵒng I’ve been here?”

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/ uɹoɔıu∩ uɐɯnH ⁽ᶜⁱʳᶜᵘˢ ᵃᵘ⁾

           a laugh left Everette’s black painted lips. he shook his head, setting his half of the bread bun to the side of his bowl and turned towards his friend. strands of ebony hair locked around his pale cheeks as he moved; but never falling from the messy bun he pulled his style into. (lest he was pulled into the bars of his cage again by a mere member of the audience.) “you sound just DELIGHTED.” yes, he was being sarcastic.

       standing up; he hurried over to the makeshift kitchen area (additional with a rusty cauldron and an assortment of wooden surfaces to keep plates and kitchen accessories afloat) he grabbed a handful of cutlery and walked back, twirling the knives in particular around the bony surface of his fingers. “the circus IS our family, Hisgure. no amount of indifference from your nor i can change that.”

      tapping the dead man’s hand with the blunt edge of a fork, Everette hummed and retook his seat beside him. “you must learn to be more open to change. the world is always in the process of such a thing. the only thing you and i can do is adapt to such changes and live a life without fear of the unknown.”

   Higure would not have even realised the tapping on his hand if he had not seen it, flexing his fingers out after receiving the slight touch, he lent his open palm on the walking stick beside him. If not for the assistance of the stick, he would definitely stumble or slip when walking, so he kept it nearby just in case.

   “I’m nᵒt afraid ᵒf the unknᵒwn, but I dᵒ dislike surprises.” He stated, his one free hand grasped a hold of a spoon that had been piled up with the other pieces of cutlery.

   Letting out a soft sigh he dug the spoon into the stew in front of him and took a bite. There was no change in expression from the predictable bland taste and unsatisfying result, “...Yum.” He muttered, eyes drifting off as he tried his best not to sound rude, but failed terribly.

   “Hᵒw well dᵒ yᵒu knᵒw him anyway?”