#cirquebom

[ex-cirque-amber-blog]

ooc

@ Tablo

Um it magically disappeared I'm sure of it.. I fixed it now, though:)

and thanks, I need that :P

@ Bom

thank you sweetheart :) I'll..uh..go study now. Hwaiting!

[cirque-younghak-blog]

disturbance was never a friend, but there was you; bom

A walk in the dark, results to boredom and laziness.

At least, that’s what Kan thought about this whole ‘strolling in the forest’ idea. It hadn’t been long since he actually settled in his pad with another guy, and since he was the type of person that would strive to find something to do to kill time, he ended up doing a night stroll with Nique in his hand. The female doll was looking at him in the eyes as he stared back at it, and he couldn’t help but let the corner of his lips tug upwards to a small smile.

Another moment of silence with you, Nique?

Shifting slightly on the rock that he was sitting on, Kan placed his leg on the other as he placed the doll on the ground. His new home wasn’t that far, but it was still far enough for him to be able to have a little talk with Nique—for him to be undisturbed. Closing his eyes, Kan ghosted his fingers over the doll’s body, grains of sand starting to form underneath the palm of his hands. In no time, the doll which used to be idle on the ground was now standing before him, again, in its naked glory. He’d gotten used to it, so there was no surprised reaction from him.

He removed his parka and placed it over the woman’s shoulders. “How have you been, Nique?” he asked, pushing her gently downwards to make her sit on the ground. His eyes lingered on the woman’s face, and he couldn’t help but admire it silently. “I missed you.” 

[freak-jiyong]

not-so under control :: jiyong & bom

The day was barely beginning, but Jiyong was already up and making his way toward the depths of the nearby forest that was fortunately close to his quarters. He was dressed plain, since he didn't plan on running into anyone or staying out for that long. He just wanted to practice, since he felt like he needed to. There were too many times that he became a danger to others, and even himself. He ruined so much of his own stuff just because he couldn't help it. It felt wrong. It was unnecessary to not be able to control himself. He had to figure out how, just like he did with his mouth. He learned how to control and force down that, so what was so different about his hands? That they were out in the open? Always being used? It seemed like that was the reason.

But even so, no matter how difficult it was, it needed to be done. He could barely look at himself in the mirror because of the stuff he's done. Even if it was an accident, there are plenty who didn't think of it as one. He needed to stop his pores from leaking the acid through the tips of his fingers. Even if it's just a slim surface, he needed to learn how to stop it completely. It was a blessing and a curse being so dangerous.

Clutched under his arm were a few water bottles he used to clean off his hands. He found that water washes away the acid from his hands, but only temporarily. It was a really good find though, because without it, he'd have to tie his hands behind his back or (in a more brutal setting) chop his hands off since whatever he touched would melt or burn.

As he made his way into the forest, his senses took in all the beauty it had to offer. The chirping birds were filling his ears with peaceful memories and songs, the smell of the bark was calming, and the green of the forest against the waking sun was beautiful. Even though Jiyong liked to spend time indoors, it was only because of his condition. It was better if the acid leaked onto the floor of a building rather than the dirt, in his opinion. But he wasn't about to ruin his own cottage that was given to him so the forest was the only other option. He found the fallen down tree he often used for this kind of practice. He figured if the tree was already did, he wouldn't hurt it by letting the acid drip onto it. Though Jiyong knew that he'd probably sacrifice a living tree for these practices if he didn't come across the one he did, he was glad he found the tree last minute.

He stepped up to the tree and placed both hands on it's surface. The bark reacted immediately, the acid seeping through his fingertips and onto the tough wood. At first, there was a steaming sound before the wood began to practically melt into itself. Jiyong bit his cheek hard to help him focus, but no matter what he did, the tree just kept burning. Finally, he showed the dead foliage mercy and took his hands off of it, and speedily picked up one of the water bottles and poured water on both his hands before the plastic could disintegrate like it usually did if he held it too long.

Jiyong got pretty good at quickly pouring the water on his hands, now only leaving his acidic fingertips time to steam on top of the plastic rather than burn through it, leaving a nasty hole. The male sighed as he rubbed his hands together, flicking the extra metallic liquid off of him. Now his hands were clean, but only for a few minutes.