again, this has been around the City for a few days and is only now on the comms

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

[ooc//as before, feel free to respond to the post or via quicklog for whatever reason you like, whether or not you actually want in on the act. replies may be any day, including practice. i'll be heading back to pick up whatever's left from the old one as well. this should have been up MUCH sooner, but, well, circumstances--y'do what you can with them.]

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[voice]

[hissing-lisp.livejournal.com]

A circusss?

text

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Not yet.

But there will be.

[voice]

[hissing-lisp.livejournal.com]

...how much doess it pay, jusst outta curioussity?

[text]

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

It depends on you.

What you can do. What you want to do. That kind of thing.

[voice]

[hissing-lisp.livejournal.com]

[laugh] You got a freak sshow or sssomethin'?

Ssseriously, though, I can ssstretch mysself into a 100 ft giant if that'ss ssomethin' of interesst~ And I got green ssskin. I ain't sssure exactly what I could do for ya, but if you need ssomethin' weird for yer show, I guesss I'd be willing to play up the monsster act and freak out an audience.
It ssounds like it could be a fun job. And I'm needing the moneys, ssso why not?

action at the site, Aug 9 afternoon

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[A circus. Trey. This had Trowa written all over it. And Hiruma was perplexed. He'd had a ton of fun during the traveling circus, even if the whole thing had been a plot to make the City go boom. Or fall into a hole in the ground. Either way, it hadn't gone as planned.

The blonde sidled into a tent, looking around at the various people that had come. Not bad. Not bad at all. Hands in his pockets, he glanced around with those green eyes, curious as to where their ringmaster was]

ugh, html

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

No, there aren't any costumes yet. Just wear what you normally do.

sokay!

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[Of course he had. Hiruma had a way of always finding the main event, if he was inclined to. And he spotted that stupid turtleneck from a mile away. He made his way through the crowd, trying not to get burned, kicked or shot out of a cannon in the meantime.

So cool. As a kid, Hiruma had always thought that circuses were sort of campy. Stupid, childish. But ever since the traveling gig, he'd learned that wasn't really the case.

He tapped "Trey" on the shoulder with one pointy, bony finger]

I'm lookin for Trey. You him? [a knowing little smile]

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Mm?



So I'm told.



What did you need me for?

[hellcommander.livejournal.com]

[Hiruma just gives a sly grin to his friend. Once he sees that face, he's sure it's Trowa. It can be no other. The boy gives a nonchalant shrug, pulling a pack of gum from his pocket and taking out a piece, unwrapping it]

I'm here to be part of the show.

[bouncingback.livejournal.com]

[There may be a man in tights standing outside with his hands on his hips. Even though he's wearing a mask, his expression is clearly doubtful.

He shouldn't even be wearing the costume, but he would have felt even more awkward showing up without it.]

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

Need help?

[bouncingback.livejournal.com]

[Well, so much for leaving before anyone noticed him.]

Uh, yeah.

No.

Maybe. [He runs a hand through his hair.] So, you're hiring, huh?

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

I might be.

If you decide you want work.

[bouncingback.livejournal.com]

A job would be nice. Not gonna lie.

[The roar of the crowds, all eyes on him again...]

And I'm something of an acrobat.

[Then Mephisto's vision, the stones thrown from those same people as they realize he's actually a mutant. Johnny can't help but feel uncomfortable about this, and he finds himself wondering what Eddie would have suggested he do.]

[voice]

[notenthused]

Does being in your circus pay well?

[Running off to join the circus hadn't been one of Mai's goals in life, but Ty Lee had spoken pretty highly of it. And they did often want knife-throwers.]

[Plus she needed money.]

[text]

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

It will. Whether or not it succeeds.

[voice forever]

[notenthused]

Hmm.

Do you need a knife thrower?

[same with text]

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

We could always use a few.

[notenthused]

A few...I do badly as one of a crowd.

Plus I doubt you'll ever find one who can keep up with me.

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

Ah... That sounds like it could be fun to watch! [Nevermind that she's already joined it.]

TEXT (I see what you do there)

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

It might be.

Depends on your idea of 'fun', I think.

Voice

[lyingbrat.livejournal.com]

I guess. Are there any age limits on who can work? [Because if she can get away with not putting up an illusion of a different appearance constantly during rehearsals, that would be nice.]

text

[pacifisted.livejournal.com]

There are. For now, anyway.



You don't have a family here?

[voice]

[hexappeal]

Hey there, bossman. How's the building going?