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High-functioning Cranberry
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 Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 10:43 pm
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade.
_______________________________Hide your face so the world will never find you...Nathaniel Nathaniel nodded as Grace whispered to him. Yes, they should leave the boy to his own devices, lest Siff get involved. He shuffled quickly behind her, still keeping his distance from Seth, and continued walking. His mind switched away from the irritating boy back to his cat. Where on earth could she be? He wouldn't let it show, but he was worried out of his mind. If no one could leave, then she had to be in here somewhere. And there were many unpleasents in this place.Masquerade. Every face a different shade. Masquerade._______________________________
Look around, there's another mask behind you...
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 5:54 pm
Grace walked ahead of Nathaniel towards an alley between some tents off of midway towards the animal tents. She hoped that Seth would not follow them and her hopes were answered.
"We will find your kitten Nathaniel. She'll come around I'm sure. And as worried as you might be we should get to work."
((Waiting on Soulless and Swampy really sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 12:53 pm
MahoHaku "Just a little further away Bobby"
A voice came up. His mother's voice came through gently.
"Leave the tent. Away from the others Bobby. Mr. Siff will find out."
His fathers voice followed. His parents were trying to get him away from the others. The boy froze, taking a small, paranoid look around. He was still understandably conflicted about hearing these voices again. After the grief and pain of losing his parents, Bobby didn't want to be afraid of them... but he knew it wasn't supposed to have turned out this way. They died. But somehow they came back, and the ringmaster was the sole cause of both cases.
After forcing his feet to keep moving, Bobby jogged further out, away from the main tents.
"Mom.. ? Dad..?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 8:47 am
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade.
_______________________________Hide your face so the world will never find you...Nathaniel Nathaniel nodded solemnly to Grace, and he finally decided to cover his arms. It was freezing out here, and he had only put on his t-shirt. He glanced around, then to the sky. It's nighttime--at least I think it is--and we're still ready to work? Guess Siff really is a slave driver. He sighed and let his mask fall to ground level again... and something caught his eye. He almost immediately strayed from Grace and trotted over to it. It was old, and rusty, it may not have even worked anymore, but it seemed to fascinate Nathaniel. A cotton candy machine. He put his hands on the edge and gazed into the giant bowl in the center. It looked like it hadn't been used in years. He put his head in it, fascinated by how it could have worked. There were little holes in the side, and a big pole in the middle that probably rotated. He snooped to another part of it which opened. He called back to Grace with a rasp, "Miss Grace, do you think this still works?" He wouldn't admit it aloud, though his actions spoke quite clearly, that he had an unsatable sweet tooth. ((XD Genius Aya strikes again!! <3 He just needs to have this. I can't ignore it any longer.)) Masquerade. Every face a different shade. Masquerade._______________________________
Look around, there's another mask behind you...
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High-functioning Cranberry
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2013 12:23 pm
((Sorry about the delayed post))
"Yer right. This joint gets weird lookin' without th' crowds an' all." he said, heading back towards the tent in a faster pace. Not that he was scared or anything . . . he left his bike unattended and he didn't want someone to run off with it!
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Posted: Sun Mar 03, 2013 4:29 pm
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High-functioning Cranberry
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 9:37 pm
Senna followed Huck back to her tent.
"You're in a hurry?"
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"Yes, it should still work if you fix it up. Do you know what it is?"
Of course Grace knew what it was but she wanted to know if Nathaniel knew. If he did she could only guess what he wanted to make with it. Not the healthiest food and it hadn't been made in quiet some time at the Carnival. At least, not for the workers. All the workers had gotten used to was drinking hot water, tea, milk and eating soup with bread and cheese. Sometimes they could have sandwiches and veggies, fruits but that was very rarely. As often as Siff felt like being nice and that only ever happened after someone disappeared. Shortly after Bobby's parents had died they were given lots of fresh fruit, sugar, and veggies.
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"Bobby, hurry, hide somewhere away from where you can't be found. Hide from the new comers."
His mother's voice echoed to him. And only to him. Bobby's father spoke as well. Maybe they could help him find a secret place, lead him to someplace he wouldn't be bothered by others and they could be with him. After their discussion alone they discovered such a place. A place that used to be at the side of the practicing tent. Their caravan for traveling.
"Go right, keep strait and then turn left at the silver pole with the stage show sign hanging."
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:00 pm
"Silver pole..."
Bobby muttered anxiously as he started to run through the drying mud, dodging around larger puddles that had yet to soak into the loose ground. He didn't want to run from the 'new comers'.... but after that deal with their ringmaster, did he really have a choice anymore? It'd be best if they didn't even see him, at least for now. Bobby huffed as he turned the corner at the hanging sign, looking behind him to see if anyone had noticed his run.
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 11:48 am
Huck smirked as he turned around towards Senna. "Kinda. I just wanted t' get outta that tent. 'Sides, some'un coulda made off with my bike." he said, blushing slightly. There was obviously more on his mind than a missing motorcycle!
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2013 5:37 pm
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade.
_______________________________Hide your face so the world will never find you...Nathaniel Nathaniel kept his eyes on the cotton candy machine, still running his fingers along the edge. At her question, he nodded vigorously, excited that he could fix it. Again, he felt his mouth getting wetter; he had a nasty sweet tooth. He began to move around the thing, poking near it and opening it's side panel to take a look. He stuck his head in, wondering what he would need to fix to get it to work. He found a bag of sugar, a jar of something with the word "Flossine", and a thin book. He grabbed the book, reading that it was the manual for the machine, and took it with him. He then went back to Grace as she put the book in his pocket. "We should start working, Miss Grace." He walked now with a slight skip in his step. ((Some of them need to run into each other somehow. Doing this thing in three separate stories won't work very well.)) Masquerade. Every face a different shade. Masquerade._______________________________
Look around, there's another mask behind you...
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High-functioning Cranberry
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:44 pm
((Sounds good aya. Although I think the real hassel would be on me though... >_> I have a character for each of your characters off in different places. I'll see what I can do.))
Senna kept at her same pace looking at him with a sort of small stare.
"You think you, could... nevermind."
She was tempted to ask him if he could let her ride it or give her a ride but considering her wings would make it really difficult. They made it difficult for just about anything. And a bike would be the quickest way around so long as they avoided the ropes and tent steaks that held them up.
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"Yep. And there is always other work to be done if you fix those machines Nathaniel. If you want you could also fix the fryers for the Funnel cakes and corn dogs too."
She smiled a little unintentionally. Grace was happy that Nathaniel found something that could occupy some of his time in this place at least. Find the parts for everything, taking care of the animals and helping her job out would give him plenty to do.
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"Now, turn right... You will see a caravan, with Fayland on it Bobby. It should be close at the end of that row. Go in there..."
His Father's voice directed.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:58 pm
Huck looked up for a moment. "What's up, hon?" he asked, smiling for a moment. He thought for a moment . . . it seemed that there was a mental connection because he said something that not many people would expect from someone that attached to his motorcycle!
"Wanna go fer a spin on it?" he asked.
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High-functioning Cranberry
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:13 pm
Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade.
_______________________________Hide your face so the world will never find you...Nathaniel As Grace told him of all the things he could fix, he stood up straight, fingering the instruction book in his pocket restlessly. It excited him, the prospect of production. He nodded quickly, ready and willing to accept the task to fix those things. Nathaniel ignored the idea of other people in the carnival praising him for it, but rather though of if his kitten would like to eat... Nathaniel looked down, his train of thought dispersing. He missed her, wondered where she was. He had never been so attached to something; it irked him so much that he had forgotten all about his roaring stomach. He hadn't eaten in three days and had been doing hard labor only a few hours ago without sleep. Suddenly, the emptiness inside him yanked at his spine and forced his brain to shut off suddenly. He collapsed to the ground, fainting from exhaustion. Masquerade. Every face a different shade. Masquerade._______________________________
Look around, there's another mask behind you...
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:08 pm
Grace turned quickly and noticed Nathaniel collapsing. She wasn't in time to catch him fully but picked him up a little and put her hand over his mask. Grace hesitated a moment trying to figure out what to do considering he was wearing that mask for a reason.
"Nathaniel! Nathaniel are you okay? Please, please answer me."
She said worriedly. Grace couldn't figure how or what could have caused this. He did eat, at least she thought he had when Senna cooked earlier. He had only worked for several hours, not a weeks or month of working that Grace was used to so she couldn't figure it was exhaustion. Although considering he might not be used to work at all or used to little work, she couldn't guess how much that would have tired him out working with those animals, cleaning and other things.
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Senna looked up to Huck unbelieving of what she just heard. Was he really willing to let her on his bike? "No, he must be joking." She thought. "Why would he? It's his bike, he loves that bike right?" She had sort of a stare at Huck for a few moments and then spoke up a little.
"Really? You would let me ride on it?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:26 pm
Huck smiled when she looked up in surprise. "Sure! Ever ridden a motorcycle before?" he asked, a light seemed to be in his eyes. Wow, this could be my shot! he thought. Standing up to Siff and his motorbike seemed to be lost in his mind with the idea that he was falling head over heels in lo- oh no! I can't look!!
Twang th-whip SLAM!!!
Poor Huck was lost in his own thoughts that he tripped over a tent pole and went head-over-heels . . . as well as a**-over-teakettle, landing on the ground.
"Ow . . . any'un catch th' number a' that train?" he asked, dazed.
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