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It had been a long, hard day. Celeste had been in town, putting on small street shows since day break two days ago, and yet she'd made barely enough to feel herself for the next two days. She sighed, walking aimlessly, as she stuffed the bills into a tiny pocket on her itsy bitsy shorts. She was sick and tired of barely making it by, but it was all she could do to stay alive. All she knew was the circus life. Dangerous feets of acrobatics and amazing gymnastics skills were all she knew how to do. As the days dragged on and turned into nights, it was all she could do to keep from starving to death. Every once in a great while she'd come across someone who truly appreciate the work she did, and well she did it, or understood what type of perdicament she was in and would through her some extra cash, but those rarities came too few and far between.

As she dragged herself onward she could feel the fatigue of working on an empty stomach. Her mind was more worn down then her body was, but that didn't stop it from having it's own effects on her body as well. As she paced forward, trying to figure out what to do for more money, she found herself wandering into a graveyard. In cities prior she could often be found on moseliums, sleeping or singing to herself. Many people found it quite eerie to hear her sweet music wafting through the marble and concrete headstones, but she found it quite soothing. They were always so quiet and gave her the feeling that even when she was alone she really wasn't, like the souls of those burried there were listening to her.

A soft song left her sweet pink lips as she walked through the headstones, meandering around as if she had been there a million times before. She could feel other presences around her, but she often blew it off as the 'souls' of those still lingering near their graves. As she continued onward, her own voice blocked out the sound of voices near to her now. She would've normally heard them from several feet away, but she was so entrances by her own song that she hadn't noticed she was walking towards two men who were also in the graveyard. If she was to continue walking without noticing them she'd end up walking just a few rows to the left of them, but if she found out they were there she'd most likely stop her sweet song and tred further away, not wishing to disturb them.

As Celeste's song ended within her head her voice also fell silent. Her eys glanced around as she headed towards a moselium off in the distance. First she had to walk throuhg an area however, that appeared to have been...attacked? There was knocked over tombstones, dirt and grass was torn up and strewn about, and there appeared to be a small amount of blood on one of the gravestones. She stopped, inspecting for only a moment, when a scent entered her nose. She tensed a bit, looking around with widened eyes. Her ears perked up on top of her head, and her tail that had been swishing about idly was now completely still between her legs. Normally, while in graveyards she'd smell funny scents, but these were stronger then she was used to.

As her eyes gave one last look over the grounds she shrugged it off since she had nothing to go off of but a strange smell. She figured it was just the remnance of whoever had been there before. It smelled like smoke, hinting of a minty taste, as if someone had been smoking. She figured they must've just left, since the smoke still lingered in the air, but she tried to stay on guard just in case something or someone was still around. "Hmm..." She sighed out softly as she went back to inspecting the gravestones that appeared to have been knocked over in some sort of fight. "How disrespectful...but still...I hope whoever was here is alright..." She muttered softly in her unusually sweet voice.

Celeste was so side tracked by what she was looking at she hadn't even heard the man's quiet foot steps. As soon as she heard his voice though she whipped around, immediately becoming defensive out of sheer fright; she wore her emotions on her face, which was apparent from her doe like eyes down to her tail that laid completely still between her legs. How had she not noticed them coming?! She couldn't believe her own thoughts were blocking out her extreme senses. The man seemed friendly enough, but she knew from past experiences, and by the brawl that appeared to have occured here very recently, that she couldn't be as trusting with these two men as she was with the men in town.

When the second one popped up she lost her attention from the man who stood before her for only a split second; long enough to watch the man put his cigarette out. She immediately knew that his cigarette had been the minty smoke smell that had wafted into her nose earlier, when she first began her inspection of the area. When she returned her attention back to the man before her she said, "H-Hi...C-Can I help you?" Her question was cincere, but her voice showed the caution she held at the moment. She didn't want to appear too stand-offish though, so she attempted to stand more at ease to make it seem like she wasn't afraid. Of course, her voice would surely give her away, but if she answered everything they said briskly she hoped they wouldn't notice the shakey studdering of her voice.

Celeste's eyes followed the man cautiously. She could've cared less at how hard he was looking at her. She truly didn't understand why so many men stared at her like that, like she was some sort of piece of meat. It was beyond her comprehension to even come up with possibilities. When he stopped though and got in her face she felt her body tremble slightly. She was nervous beyond belief now. And as she heard him question her reason for being out so late she bit her lip lightly. As his hand now approached her face she felt herself flinch away a bit, not sure of why the man was trying to touch her suddenly, but before she could feel his hand against her skin she heard him make a noise as if he was in pain. She peeked out from beneath heavy lashes as she noticed the man who had been by the gravestone was now behind the man in front of her. Apparently, he had just put out a cigarette on his neck, which made her wince at the smell of burned flesh and minty smoke; it was a bad mix.

She could see the second man's glare soften when he looked her way, and when the firts man was fairly far away he seemed to give off a much more relaxing aura. She smiled up to him when she heard him apologize for the first man, who was his brother to her surprise. Up until then she hadn't even noticed the resemblance, but now she could see that these two looked exactly alike. Twins was the first thought she had before she introduced herself to him as well. "It's nice to meet you, Kohl. I'm Celeste!" She seemed so much more bubbly and excited now, compared to her greeting to Kohl's brother. She gently took his hand and shook it, her fingers so gentle and tiny compared to his hand. Before releasing she gave a curteous bow and giggled softly. "An a**??? He doesn't look like a butt..." She paused for a moment in thought before she continued. "Anyway, he wasn't so bad. He just made me a little nervous, since he snuck up on me. And to answer his question, I was working up until now...Didn't make much, but it's better then nothing at all!" She seemed awefully cheery despite the fact that she had only a few dollars in her pocket that was meant to feed her for several days. She was very appreciative of what she got, even if some of it was small coins with very little value at all.

Celeste was surprised by their question, but took it as pure curiousity. With a sweet grin she said, "I thought I might just sleep here...It's quiet, and probably the most comfortible place I can go right now. I'd sleep in a park closer to town, but dogs have a tendency to bark at me..." She shivered before muttering, "I hate dogs..."

When she fell silent she noticed that both boys were there now. The smoke didn't bother her, in fact she kind of liked the smell of the more minty smoke, but she couldn't tell why one smelled life burned leaves and the other smelled of mint. When she watched boys do everything in unison she couldn't help but giggle at the sight. They really were twins, that was for sure. And now that they were standing right next to each other she could see what was exactly the same as well as the suttle differences. She coughed lightly, not used to the smoke, followed by a soft sneeze. Her sensitive nose would get used to the smoke if she was around it more, but for now it seemed to tickle it a bit, causing her to sneeze. As another sneeze cam she shook form head to toe, like a whole body chill, then returned her eyes to them. "Sorry, excuse me..." She said sweetly in an attempt to apologize for sneezing, even if she had only sneezed into her own arm. "Why do you ask?" She questioned quizzically as her ears perked up on top of her head. Her tail swished around behind her precariously, gently smacking a headstone next to her that ironically said, 'Here lies Damian Alexander Dupree. Loyal friend and loving brother. You may be lost but you'll never be forgotten.' She hadn't even noticed the name upon the gravestone she had previously been expecting, and it surely would've sent chills down her spine if she were to have read. Thankfully, she hadn't, as her eyes glanced between the two bothers.

Celeste felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of darker, more 'mean' things lurking about the graveyard. Never before had she had a problem with one, but it did explain the battered headstones and dried blood. She imagined in her head for a moment about what the creatures may look like, if they were creatures at all. It made her nose crinkle thinking about them attacking her while she slept. She knew she was fast, but if she was asleep there would be a higher rate of chance that they would get her before she could react, or at least injure her quite a bit before she could get away. She didn't like the idea and had begun to rethink the idea of sleeping in the park when she was snapped out of her thoughts.

It had been a very long time since Celeste had actually slept in a bed, or even someplace indoors for that matter. The offer of staying with them intrigued her greatly. Just being out of the elements for one night sounded like heaven to her. When she started to replay hesitation played on her face. She still barely knew the two men, but from what she could tell Kohl was very kind, and his brother, though it made her shake a little everytime she felt his eyes staring at her, seemed like he was nice enough as well. "I wouldn't want to be a hassle...but if you truly mean it, I would be very grateful for someplace to stay." She smiled between the two, showing just how happy she really was for the offer. "I wouldn't want to impose on you for long though, that would be rude...If I could only stay with you two for one night, I would be in your debt. And I would happily go on my way at day break if you would want me to go immediately...I don't want to burden you with my staying longer then I am welcomed."

Her smile faded a bit, remembering the last time she had actually slept in a bed. It had been the night before she was left behind by the circus. She had been asleep, resting and recooperating in her tiny cot that they had given her in the make-shift stables. She was suddenly awoken by a firm hand grasping onto her broken arm. She remembered the great deal of pain the man had caused her, throwing her around on her crippled limbs as he screamed at her to either stand up or leave. Of course, she was far too injured to stand, so the man had thrown her out of the stables and into the pouring rain as the caravan of workers began to heard the horses into a large transporter. She slept in the rain that night, bloody and crying, but she still remembered the memory fondly. Her brother had been killed for trying to leave, and even though they had left her there to die, she knew it was her only escape from them and she took the event as a blessing.