#cdrp circus

[viriitualis-archive]

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[princeofthesouthernisles]

She was strangely beautiful Hans had to admit to himself, but they had never really talked. One day she ended up walking out onto the stage and wowing the audience with her act. Hans had given little time to recognizing her, if in fact she had existed at all before then she was so quiet. Now however, Hans had what he considered a brilliant plan. She used ice and snow, he used fire, together they could whip up an act that would not only rake in cash but bring some real spotlight to himself!

The only problem was getting to talk to her. Hence why he was waiting in the wings for her to finish up, watching in quiet awe as she worked her magic. One day he would have to figure out how she did it, but for now, she had just gotten her finale finished and just as expected she made a move to leave quickly, right into Hans.

"Hello Elsa!" he appeared, charming smile on his face. "I am Hans by the way, the fire act? i was hoping we could talk a bit about working together?"

[princeofthesouthernisles]

Tonight was being slow, far slower than Hans would have liked. Packing up his last act for the night (with no damage to his fabulous hair thankfully) he found himself wandering around, eyeing up the other acts who worked later than he did. He could not help but see good old Eddie keeping an eye on things though. Hans chuckled to himself. They had not talked much in the past. Maybe he could strike up a bit of a report with him.

Taking some quick steps he got behind the man and spoke up. "How is everything going Mr. Valiant?"

[princeofthesouthernisles]

Hans decided that while he adored horses, some people were reckless with them, and others were an entirely different level of dangerous with or without one at all. He came to this conclusion as his face hit the mud (or what he hoped to be mud) after a rather large horse had nearly run him over, the cries of its rider to "stop" or something and the other still ringing in his ears. Somewhat unconscious and in quite a bit of pain, he could only slowly pick himself up and start peeling the filth off of his face, not entirely sure what else to do in his dazed state.

[simplybert]

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Bert always expected to hear the heels of his shoes clacking on the ground beneath him when he went into the main tent. He wasn't sure why, seeing as the entire place was covered in sand, but there it was. 

In the center of the big top stood the ringmaster, resplendent, even in street clothes. The man had a presence about him, there was no denying it. And right now, that presence was a bit grumpy, it seemed. 

He approached the man and called out to him kindly. 

"Afternoon! Someone told me you were 'avin some trouble with props?" he asked, noting the lack of them at the ready.

"Sent me t' come an offer any and all assistance." He informed him, coming to a rest and placing his hands in his pockets, waiting for orders.

[princeofthesky]

"So...how's it look?" Sora asked, turning to show off the costume he'd be wearing for his performance in a few days. It was definitely different than his previous costumes, but the costume mistress was always coming up with something new and interesting for him. She would often try and make the costume suit his performance for the nights, it made the act even more interesting.

[princeofthesouthernisles]

There was a hiding spot, way up on one of the tops, that had some rigging under it that allowed one to sit comfortably and look up into the night sky. Hans had quickly discovered this place and took to coming there when he wanted the world to melt away and his thought to drown out and leave him alone.

The radiance of the stars was great this night, and for a while Hans enjoyed his solitude like any other night, but the sound of someone climbing up caught his ear suddenly and when he looked over the side he caught sight of Bert, the circus' resident jack of all trades, climbing up to Hans' spot. Hiding his surprise and bitterness Hans called down to him politely.

"Why hello Bert! What brings you up here?"

[princeofthesouthernisles]

One might consider it unfortunate how accustom Hans could be to getting in and out of trouble had they know his past, but this was the circus and really everyone here has something to hide, big or small. It was not certainly hurting anyone for him to slip aside and drown some of it in a bottle.

Hans took another long drink and sighed. Tonight was going to be one of those long nights he could feel it. The sound of boots hitting the dirt caught his ear and he looked up from his spot on the ground on the wall of the room.

"Can I help you?" he tiredly drawled out.