#cirquetablo

[cirque-lime-blog]

Give Me Answers|| Lime&Tablo

Throughout her stay at the circus, and through the intimate situations she was forced into with some of the performers, Lime had grown accustom to the wide variety of "freakish" talents, many of which put her own to shame. She had made a note of what each of her former patient could do, in order to help them better next time and perhaps use them to her advantage if she ever needed something.

Now she was finally using these notes for the first time since their creation.

She was sure someone had something which could help her, her memory nagged at her, telling her that someone had a particular ability which was perfect for the moment, however her memory failed to provide her with a name. Lime had spent what felt like hours slicking through her book, barely reading the detailed notes she had made on every ability, her mind still slightly fatigued from her recent excursion.

The healer was reaching the point of giving up, believing that she had merely been tricked into believing this ability existed until one word caught her attention.

"Mediumship".

Lime grinned and punched the air in an exaggerated gesture of triumph, nearly dropping the book and losing the page in the process. After scrambling to get it back up on the desk, leaving slight tears in a couple of the pages, she pressed her finger upon the word of interest, staring at it for a moment before finally allowing herself to read what else it said. Her eyes blinked more often than usual as the strain of reading her untidy writing began to take it's toll on them, yet she finally managed to get what she needed:

"The ability to communicate with the deceased to the point of being able to physically see them as their ethereal bodies remain locked in the world of the living, unable to pass onto the next world until the time is right? Until they have accepted/are aware of their fate? Until a deed is done or their loved ones are gone/safe? Currently unsure yet that isn't necessary. Entities cling to beings and places of love/solace/importance in their life, not the place of death. Makes me wander how badly the nuns would hate him if he pitched this fact to them."

The description was followed by a name and a place of residence; Tablo, tent 4 [black] with Cho Kyuhyun {See - Tiger Transformation}, Lee Chansung/Joon {See - Light Manipulation} and Lee Jinki/Onew {See - Parasitic Senses}. House 266 with CL {See - Mental Illusion}.

A smile appeared on Lime's face, proud that she had decided to create this file in a moment of boredom. Undoubtedly she would need to add more to the list, yet it was complete up until she had to leave with Hyori and the others. Proud, yet slightly guilty that she hadn't put this amount of effort into the ever mounding pile of paperwork which really needed to get done. Perhaps she should petition Hongki for a receptionist again?

Yet that was neither here nor there. Standing, an effort as her bones still ached somewhat, she carefully placed her notebook back in it's box and made her way towards the designated tent. At this time of day Tablo should, in theory, be in and awake however if he wasn't one of his tent mates would surely point her in the right direction. Her hand was raised as if to knock on the slightly blowing flap, frowning before questioning what good that would do.

"Tablo oppa?" She called out "It's Lime, I need to have a word with you, can I come in?"

[cirque-minki]

Sleepless Nights | Tablo - Minki

Deep black clouds scratched at the sky and obscured any extraterrestrial illumination behind a veil of grey as Minki stepped into the open night. Thick slough wrapped around his shoes in an attempt to devour the material but the trickster’s focus was solely directed skywards. Rain dripped from the heavens’ in a tender caress to the earth, a hydrophonia filling the silence between early morning and night’s fading bliss. At this hour, not even the birds were making a sound.

He took a breath thick with humidity and herbal essences and pried his eyes open again. The vista that greeted him was a canvas washed to slurs by the falling waters but not the less picturesque with it’s merging colors of dancing specs of fire, contrasting softly to tents and woods bathed in slate blue. Combined with the sounds filling his ear, it was a marvelous mise-en-scène and despite the spring's cold biting through his jacket, warmth blossomed in Minki’s chest. A feeling close to amenity engulfed him before he marched across the scene with quick, nimble steps.

Finding shelter under the baldachin of the big performance tent, he faced eastwards, ready to witness the sunrise, which he presumed to be in less than three hours. There was something strangely calming about watching the horizon combust in bursts of color, sending spectrums of light chasing across the hemisphere to eventually overrule the darkness. Maybe he was actually interested in the poetic aspect of the spectacle. Though the mere thought of him turning into a philosophical nitwit, drowning in the dire monotony of bookish idiom evoked a soft chuckle from his throat. Minki shook his head at his own early silliness as his fingers fished lighter and cigarette out of his pocket. Once set aflame, a deep drag was taken in and released into the fleeting night, concoction of grey curling carelessly into nothingness.

As he was standing, one arm wrapped around his midsection and elbow supported on his hip, a figure extracted from the shadows. Darkness had cloaked them in invisibility and thus evaded Minki’s attention until the approaching party entered the area illuminated by the torches adorning either side of the canopied entrance. If he had been startled, the trickster didn’t let it be noticed but cocked a brow into the direction of the arriver in unhidden curiosity. Soft crimson-gold flickered across the stranger’s features and a jolt of recognition shot through the realty twister. He’d seen the man’s face by chance, an interesting combination of soft features framing sharp eyes – The other must be a performer too. One of which had caught Minki’s curiosity. There was something indefinable about this man, adjectives seeping through his fingers if he tried to label him with a fitting attribute, a thought too volatile to cage. He stayed silent for what might have been too long of a while before Minki eased himself out of his position and offered an outstretched hand in greeting, the habitual half-smile crowning his lips. 

  “Lee Minki, pleasure.”

  Full of unexpected encounters they were, those sleepless nights. 

[ex-cirque-taemin-blog]

Endangered Species || Tablo & Taemin

Two Months. It had been two months since Taemin had been wanting to see and talk to Tablo properly since they'd last spoken. They'd seen each other briefly around the camp and during nights, Taemin always rushed to see the mans performance, though it wasn't quite a 'performance' it was however interesting to watch. His own performances always went as they usually did of course. It was a pretty normal routine for most circuses. Flying trapeze artists, just with the bonus of actually being able to fly. 

As soon as everything had finished for the night, he'd headed back to his tent to get changed into something not blindingly colourful or covered in sequins and glitter. When he stepped out the next time his long hair was tied up in a make shift ponytail, loose strands having escaped the small elastic he was using to keep it up. Though he had followed Tablo's advice and remembered to cover up from the cold. A slightly over-sized jacket covered his small frame, something he'd picked up in Japan when the snow was still heavy and covered the ground. Taemin, too excited to walk the way over to Tablo's tent, very nearly crashing into it when a gust of wind came his way. "Hyung" He chirped  waiting around outside as was polite rather than just bursting through. Since his run in with Jia, his power was suddenly increased but in the sense he could control it. He still floated but he could now control the effect of his touch on other people and even cause them to float without touching them. Which of course was something he was excited to show Tablo. 

[ex-cirque-taemin-blog]

Sometimes one of these laugh's will slip out...

[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!

[ex-cirque-thunder-blog]

the dead will wander | thunder & tablo

The circus was definitely a freak show. The customers were most of the time more freakish than the performers. That's what Sanghyun noticed, at least. He was walking through the crowd of people as they entered into different tents, each wearing a unique expression may it have been surprise, shock, anticipation, boredom, awe, and everything along those lines. All he wanted to do was get back to his tent, because he wasn't used to the late hours the circus had to put up with and he wanted to take a nap. 

To avoid any eye contact from strangers, or possible questions about the circus, Sanghyun pointed his vision to the floor. He got the basics down, but as far as directing anyone to where they wanted to go or telling them something interesting about the Midnight Circus, he was useless. It wasn't like he was around long enough to play along as well as the rest of the circus did. All he knew was that he needed to pretend that any ability anyone in the cirque had was purely generated from clever stage props and illusions. Once he learned how to entertain a crowd with his ability, he'd have to figure out how to avoid talk of his act as well. 

Why couldn't he just hand out water bottles or something?

He was pulled out of his own world by the sudden bump of a stranger's shoulders. Surprised, he looked over at who he had hit, to not only see a strange man looking back at him, but the eyes of strangers surrounding them, who definitely didn't actually belong there. Just before the connection faded between the two, he watched as an unsuspecting guest walked straight through one of the entities surrounding the stranger. 

Surprise turned to absolute shock, as the image in front of him faded out. He was silent, but it was clear in his eyes what he just saw. His mind was racing with questions. Did he just see a ghost? No, ghosts didn't exist, right? Not real ghosts anyway. Not like the ones who still inhabit the earth in their past body, like lost dogs. If not, what did he just see? Was his eyes playing tricks on him? That was possible, but it looked way too real to fully believe it.

He met eyes with the strangers, studying the other's eyes for some kind of answer as to why those.. people? ghosts? things? were around him.