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[its-heros-duty]

Leaving || Closed

Calhoun was ready to go. There was no more halting something of such importance. Nobody cared about her here anymore anyway. She'd said goodbye to Yuna, which led to three hours of crying with her, and her begging Cal not to go. She'd left Tink a note. That was it. As for her little pug Felix, he was going to stay with Yuna and Maganese. She figured, why not? Yuna could pay attention to him more than she could now. And she would be married soon too. As she stood out by the circus gates, bags in hand, she waits for her taxi. She remembers the first time she met Caleb, teary eyed, drunk, and ready to shoot him. And she remembers the first time they cuddled up next to eachother after Jafar had left her here. She remembers the first time she said she loved him. Calhoun remembers knowing then that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She remembers her engagement ring and how this was for the best. "Don't find someone to replace me, now. No one's good enough," she cooed to the circus gate as her thumb brushed across it. "Goodbye, everyone." Calhoun watches her taxi pull up and sighs. The man driving was nice enough to help her get the bags in the trunk. With a small, lighthearted smile, she buckles herself in the backseat. "Nearest airport, please," she demands softly. The man nods. Calhoun turns her head to watch her circus disappear behind her. "Until we meet again.. Orevoi faset, benaese," she whispers in her old CIA code, only words she'd know. Be amazing, soldier.

[felicityfaline]

Painful Memories || Closed

Faline clutch the blankets close to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut. She wanted to be consumed by her bed. To let it eat her up and take her away from the world. Her chest ached worse than it had in years. Not since the first time Bambi left.

The silence in her room was deafening. She reached out to her bedside table and opened the drawer. She took the contents and spread them on the sheets. Each item a memory more painful than the last. She held the Frog Ali had given her on their first date. All that time ago when things were new and exciting. She thought about him. How he smelt of oil, soap and smoke all the time. How his slightly-longer-than-usual hair felt on her fingertips when she kissed him. The tears started to roll down her cheeks, dropping onto her blanket.

Faline looked around her room and the the open door to the couch where she and Peg had spend hours giggling and laughing. The same couch she’d drank with Ronno. Her chest hurt again. She was happy for Peg - she’d found love and that was all she could have asked for her dearest friend. Faline let out a sigh and looked down to her sheets again where a necklace lay that her sister had given her. She smiled a little threw her tears, thinking of Basil scratching around her apartment on a quest for stolen jewellery.

She looked over to her phone that lay silent. She hadn’t received a message from her sister in months. She didn’t even know if she was happy. The next thing was an old album she had. She gently opened the cover, brushing aside some dust. Then pages were filled of photos from her school years first. When Ben and she were younger and awkward looking. Then in high school, the best friends that even her wild stage couldn’t separate. There were photos of her dressed all in black with pushup bras and short skirts. Heavy eyeliner and purple lipstick smoking next to Ben who was smiling at her, regardless of her looking like she was in a gang. There weren’t many photos of the boys she’d spent her time with during that phase, none except for the photos with Ben. He was there the whole time, always there with her.

Then the photos of Prom. It was clear in that photo how in love Faline was with him. She wondered how he never noticed before. The teared were steaming now but she hardly noticed. Then came the photos from the Circus. Shots of her and Peg together, a few of her and Ali taken by someone and then a few more of her friends at the various functions they’d attended.

She closed the book and a piece of paper slipped out. She picked it up and saw it was one of Ali’s letters. She couldn’t bring herself to read it. She shoved the book away and one more thing fell from the pages, a rose. The Rose Ben had given her one day when she went to his cart. She had kept it all this time. She brought the flattens bud to her nose and closed her eyes and within a moment she was with Ben, kissing him again.

A new wave of tears shook her body as she remembered what he said to her. That he loved her and that he would wait for her to come home.

[guard-the-innocent]

be casual || closed

  "Fly away, plastic bag, be free" Phoebus giggled to himself as he sat on the curb. His curls rustled in the same wind that pushed the pathetic grocery bag across the pavement in front of him. Phoebus really had no idea what to do with himself. He had left behind the life he new in search of something different, something that he could call his own, but he had no idea what that entailed. He knew the falafel he was munching was his own, but he could not name anything else. Not even the clothes he was wearing was his own, he had taken them from a Value Village. All he had to do was put them in his backpack, smile and wink at the girl behind the cash register, and walk out. He figured that it wasn't much of a crime. It wasn't hurting anybody because it was donated anyways, and it was just petty theft. "It's not like I'm selling meth to 14 year olds.. anymore" he tried to tell himself. Phoebus really hoped being forced from his home by his crazy drug supplier, Antoine, could turn out to be a clean start.

     Next, the wind brought over a foreign looking flyer, as he gulped down the last bite of pita pocket. "The.. Disney..? Circus? Is that what that says?" He hoped he was right. He thought that sounded awesome. Perhaps that's just what he needed. He wouldn't have to stay in one place for long where Antoine could track him down, he wouldn't have to do any especially hard work, and he felt his large build would assist him in a security or movers position. The only downside is that he would have to find new friends, and he'd have to find new ways to practice his classic salesman skills. He'd have to do all that anyways, but Phoebus was afraid to start. "Be brave", he thought to himself. Being brave was his strong suit when it came to trying new things, standing up to his friends, however, was much harder for him. He got a bit excited thinking about how he wouldn't have to establish himself as anybody other than who he is. Maybe he'd get to beat people up too, if he became a security guard. Phoebus laughed. There's no way in hell he would do that without strong reason to, like if somebody threatened his friend. He had hope that he would make friends that mean enough to him that he would beat a guy up for. "This will be interesting, won't it, plastic bag? Let's go on an adventure."

[guard-the-innocent]

Phoebus's bio || closed

Felix Cavalier was born in Quebec, Canada to a fairly normal family. They probably would've been considered lower class if one felt the need to consider them at all. Felix's childhood wasn't too interesting. In grade school, his friends started calling him Phoebus after the most attractive Roman god. In high school, he started selling drugs. Not just for the money, or for the power, he just liked it. He's always been a people person, and who could complain about the extra, tax free cash. It's likely that his friends started calling him after the hottest god, because Phoebus is quite a babe. It's not just his good looks, this hooligan is a charmer. He's clever, polite, and sassy, but prone to get in arguments. People tell him he could have any girl he wants, but he likes a challenge. Instead of spending his time flipping through relationships, he'd rather stick with one night stands until he meets the right girl to settle down with. Now even though he won't commit to a girl, he is deeply committed to his crew. In high school, it was the dealing hierarchy in town and his own family that he pledged allegiance to. Nowadays, he's looking for his next group. He has no intention of starting his own though. Phoebus Cavalier is a second in command sort of a guy.

Finally in his life he had an original thought when he found himself wanting more out of life after realizing he couldn't stay in Quebec selling drugs until he died. When he tried to get out, there was quite a backlash. His crazy supplier got it in his brain that Phoebus was going to snitch to the cops about the whole operation; so his supplier sent out a hit on him. Phoebus barely managed to escape. After months of running across North America, charming his way from odd job to odd job, he ended up at the Disney Circus. He hopes to find a new family here to whom he'll be fiercely loyal. Hopefully, he'll find a family that will appeal to his side as a "businessman". To anybody else, he means no harm. He's honestly a nice guy. He just prefers to hang out with a not-so-nice crew. It's probably just to make himself feel better about his own insecurities. This way, he can tell himself he's not a drug pushing, man whore that can't think for himself 'cause just look at his friends.

[wandering-far-disappearing]

What A Wonderful World // Semi-Closed?

Yuna could never think of what she would be like on her own. Not here. Not anywhere. Just alone. She knew she couldn’t do that, either. No matter how much she wanted to shut it off, Yuna had a constant desire to be close to someone. For companionship and to be loved and wanted because it was anything but what she had her entire life. The circus on its own had done that for her, not counting the people. She’d die before she even began to think about leaving. And on top of that, even if sometimes she couldn’t see why, Yuna had people here who cared about her. That was everything. It was everything to her. Peg, and Ella, Quasie, Jessica. And now, apparently, Evangeline. Eva, most of all. She had somehow come back and pulled Yuna in so quickly that now she had no idea what to say or feel about it. She had changed her. Yuna never liked change, but this was different. It was welcomed. She had wanted to feel like what Eva made her feel. She didn’t quite know what it all was, but it was something. It was all just dark until Eva had come back. Now there were little flutters of light in the distance and even though she couldn’t reach them just yet, she was content just watching. This is what made Yuna. After all that she had been through, it made her. Yuna would open her window every now and again lately and see that the circus was less busy. And today, more than usual, it was dim as she sat back on the bench and watched the people scurrying out of the soft pittering of the rain. The droplets fell onto her cold skin, the humidity only giving small amounts of colour to her usual pale structure. Her eyes scoured the whole of the circus grounds as the people passed by. A slow, soft sigh left her lips and an air of sad calm washed over near to her. It felt crushing. “I really am going to be in this place even after it’s in ruins, aren’t I?”

[hiccupjones]

The Next Chapter | Hiccup

He'd said his goodbyes. He'd gone to the ringleaders and resigned before he'd even done that, taking the remainder of his pay to the bank before he'd sorted things out at home. He'd taken everything of his out of the tent, all of the weapons he wanted had been removed from the practice tent, and he'd cleared all his belongings out of Douglas's home. 

He'd been alright, mostly, as he'd said his goodbyes to the people who'd come to mean so much to him. The goodbyes that had hurt the most were Douglas's and Meeko's. Even then he'd managed to keep himself mostly together. But as he took a final look around the apartment, Hiccup had to sit down for a moment and curl in on himself, gripping at his hair for a moment. This was tearing him apart inside. 

He'd made the decision to leave while it was dark, while the circus was asleep. It would be easier that way - Hiccup knew that if he ran into someone, especially Douglas, on the way out, his resolve might break. Grabbing the few bags he had, Hiccup whistled quietly for Draco before slipping out of the apartment for the last time, leaving his pink key on the side.

As he wandered through the sleeping circus, Hiccup came to think of all the friends he would miss. Pearl and their skittle times, Yuna and the soft way she cared about him and Draco. Rachel and her innocence. Faline and the way she always seemed to be there whenever he needed someone. Justin and his strange, strange japanese games and the way he had struck up such an odd, yet close friendship with the man. Shenzi and her mother-like protection of him. Elsa and her shyness, but her kindness once you broke through to her. Connor...little Connor. Hiccup loved him so much, it hurt him to leave. Toothless and the way he just popped up out of nowhere whenever Hiccup seemed to have food. But most of all, he would miss Meeko and Douglas. The two people here that he loved the most.

And then there were the people that were long gone, that had hightailed it out of the circus just as he was doing. Leaving in the dead of night. Marie...everything about Marie. Hiccup still desperately loved her. Jackson, his first boyfriend. Astrid, his best friend in the entire world. All of them meant so much, it had only been a matter of time before Hiccup followed their footsteps. Maybe he would see them on his travels. 

As he reached his car, Hiccup shoved all the bags in the trunk before leaning against the metal for a moment. He took a few deep breaths, wrapping his hand around the necklace that Douglas had placed around his neck. He had that on, along with the cuff Shenzi had given him, and he held the bag of skittles that Pearl had given him, a snack to eat while he drove. Douglas's necklace calmed him, a little piece of the friend he'd come to hold so dearly.

Finally, after taking a long, final look at the circus, Hiccup got into the car and drove. Draco lay on the back seat, almost immediately falling into a slumber, leaving Hiccup to his emotions alone, as he left the place he'd come to call home for the final time.

[hells-hound]

News from Home || Closed

Caleb didnt have time to tell anyone where he was going but left a note behind for Calhoun and Nami to tell them his mom called saying his dad had finally down and drunk himself to death and that she needed hi to come home for a little while. It was all he needed his mom was safe and that bastard was finally dead. He couldn't have been more happy about the news. Honestly some people would probably call him heartless for laughing about it and being happy, because no matter what that man was still his father but to him his father died once he started drinking and hitting things including Caleb. There was nothing in the world he could have been more excited to hear about and to finally be able to go home and see his mother was great news and he was very happy to do it if he was being completely honest about the whole thing. Picking his duffle bag off the floor making sure the note was visible to both girls then he set out for his car to go back home and be reunited with his mom.

[kierantheleader-archive]

Beyond Redemption | Kieran&Callum

Kieran had woken up in good spirits. So far, things were going well. Sarah hadn’t left, Hiccup was gone for a while, and Douglas seemed to be in good spirits too. It was going to be a good day, he felt. It certainly ran smoothly all day, even in the bar despite him being on with Laura. There wasn’t a huge hoard of horny men that suddenly surged towards the bar, it was just nice and quiet for once. Just what he wanted.

He’d just checked out of the bar at 10pm, making room for Lula to come and work. The darkness outside didn’t worry him. He’d always lived in the darkness. Back when they lived with their father, Kieran found that the darkness was the only place they were really safe. He’d never seemed to bother them in the darkness of their small bedroom once it was bedtime. But as he wandered down the usual alleys to get home, he felt like something was wrong.

There was someone nearby. Kieran paused, turning slowly as he narrowed his eyes to atune them to the darkness. “You have something I want,” a low, drawling voice stated out of the darkness. Kieran merely raised his brows, watching as a man slowly moved into some light. Callum, the man from the bar the other day. Danger. Kieran moved slowly, cautiously. He sensed that, somehow, one wrong move would cost him a lot. “You have something that I want, and I always get what I want,” the man told him with a firm tone.

Kieran crossed his arms, still taking small, baby steps backwards as the man advanced. He felt a small sense of satisfaction that he was right about the fact he was interested in Sarah (at least that was what he presumed he was talking about) and that he was dangerous, but he had to focus on the situation. “I’m going to take her,” Callum stated, a smirk on his lips as he closed the distance between them. Kieran was unsure how to respond, whether to play along or to turn and run.

He eventually decided on turning. A bad mistake. Just before he could run, Callum’s hand shot out and slammed into his cheek. A bad mistake. Kieran immediately turned on him, his own fist connecting with Callum’s nose before he brought his foot up and slammed it firmly into his crotch. Hoping it would disable him for a moment, he turned and jogged down the alleyway, but not fast enough. Callum recovered at a spectacular, almost inhumane speed, and chased him down.

Kieran was not a bad fighter. He had beaten Shira into calm the other day, and he had protected himself numerous times before when his brother hadn’t been around. But Callum easily overpowered him. Slamming his fist multiple times into his stomach, Kieran was winded and therefore an easy target. Callum gripped the side of his head and slammed it backwards once, twice, three times against the stone brick wall behind him. Darkness consumed him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Callum cackled as the man slid down the wall, a trail of blood following him. Deciding to just leave him for dead and let him bleed out slowly instead of gracing him with a swift death. He turned and disappeared back into the darkness, sliding back to his job. His work was done for the night.

Kieran lay unconscious in the darkness until a visitor stumbled across him and raised the alarm, calling an ambulance which then took him to hospital. It was only after reaching the hospital that they found his contact details and phoned a Mr Douglas Murray whom was put down as his first contact.

"Hello, Mr Murray? We have some news for you about Mr Kieran Murray."