wander :: dasom & jiyong
Yet again, Jiyong was sauntering off when the cirque had no need for him. It was before the rush of the night. The anticipated performances, the stressful setting up, and the interesting interaction between humans and freaks alike. Right now, things were quiet. He took that as an opportunity to get in some practicing. Maybe he'd actually get somewhere one of these days.
As he walked off the circus grounds, he stared at his hands. Sure enough, the deadly substance was coating his fingers. There was no way anyone could touch him or go near him now. It was too dangerous. He'd have to find better control of his power. Somehow, he'd get it. Perhaps if he trained with that girl Bom again? She was incredibly friendly, enough to stick with him for hours of his repeated practice, whether or not he progressed during it. It felt strange to burden her, since she had her own agenda since the cirque was up and running. It wasn't as easy as finding any old spot to sit and burn. Now they were on public ground, where anyone can stumble across them and possibly report them to the authorities. That was a danger he didn't want to risk - on himself or anyone else. He didn't know the whole story about the circus before this one, only that it ended badly. He could only assume someone found a creative way to bring the police into the picture. To avoid any problems, he'd have to find a secluded area to practice.
So where would that be? A sigh escaped him as he contemplated this. There was woods, but he'd probably have to stay near the cirque to get some privacy away from the 'normals'. Soon enough, he found a tree relatively close to the camp. The bright side? It was behind the camp, which meant that the circus entrance was all the way on the other side. Anyone who wandered by there wouldn't see him, and as far as he could see, there were no roads for a while out. He was safe from the outside world, and hopefully any curious persons.
He sat down by the tree Indian-style, and put his hands over the root of the tree. The acid dripped off the tips of his fingers, burning mercilessly through the innocent wood. There was a light sizzling sound as if he was even cooking it. A frown took over his expression as he watched this. His fingers were moving in strange ways, so he could find some way to tighten the muscles by himself, without the help of wa--
Water.
He forgot water. Damn it! There was no way he could wash off his hands now-- he was stuck until the acid stopped.