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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 12:33:11 GMT -5
Long, slender limbs folded delicately around silvery-red silk, paler than cream and flawless as glass. Long hair, peacock blue, spun and whirled with the still breeze, strands catching onto lilac-colored lips before snapping back behind a pale neck, threaded with skin-tights bands of diamonds. Muscles under pearly skin flexed seductively, stomach and back muscles pulling with intense control as they held the woman's weight, tangled tastefully with two separate lengths of silk, hung securely from the arching ceiling. Clothing with iridescent gems glinted, a sheath of solid, gleaming diamond to match the bands around her neck and arms, a ring on her right middle finger. A long, flowering skirt ghosted over her graceful legs, her chest secured by a band of gems, ankles and feet with twisted strands of diamonds caressing silken fabric the color of white-washed cherries.
The woman spun and whirled, tangled and untangled, rose and descended with angelic grace. The captive audience, silent from awe, watched her toned body fold around those two delicate lengths of silk, gasping as she would sharply fall, catch herself inches from the ground with a devious smirk towards the widened eyes.
Finally, the music withered to a stop, and two feet delicately set against the ground. A sweeping bow with a wave of peacock blue hair and beaming gems, and the audience went bizarre – standing from unpadded seats, screaming out her name with delight(“Killian! Killian! Killian!”). With a majestic flair of diamond-imbedded, layered chiffon, Killian swept away.
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Hello friends! Welcomed to my realm post! Now, here's a few simple ideas for background information - intemperate them as you wish, i see no real value in it. Circus Magnificent is the worlds most stunning circus, cruelty-free and humane. Fire-breathers, silk-dancers, several different acts - feel free to create. Basically, feel free to be as creative as you want. Magic is allowed, wings, tails, horns, etc. Perfectly fine. Rainbow skin? Heck yeah man, go for it. Anyways, feel free to jump in as an audience member, or another act, or anyone you'd like.
Right, lets begin!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 13:58:43 GMT -5
(bump!)
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:26:37 GMT -5
"What a pretty mare," KIllians thick, velvety Russian accent flowered from her lips like lullabies, her graceful hand reaching out to stroke the muzzle of the gorgeous horse. Her pale green eyes, pastel mint, flickered towards Leonardo, one sleek brow raised. "You have done well grooming her." Light glinted off her clothing, the loose fabric of her skirt bunched in one hand to keep the hem off the dusty floor. The broads strap across her chest bared her stomach and back, the toned muscles flexing as she moved like liquid. The other hand trailed over the marked flank, observing the fine-tuned muscles. "Beautiful," She praised, letting the fabric of her skirt drop, throwing light like a disco ball.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 14:41:43 GMT -5
"Tsk tsk," the two sharp sounds canceled the floweriness of her voice as she gave him an equally flashy smile, her mint eyes flashing. "Always the flirt, you are." With a quick flick of her body and a flash of gleaming fabric and diamond, Killian joined Leonardo on the paired horse, no saddle cushioning her seat as she rode western. Her skirt flowered as she quickly unbuckled it, the large slit up the side apparent as she tossed it onto a hook on the side wall. Underneath the skirt was a pair of dangerously short, low-riding shorts, still coated in gleaming gems. She whisked her bright blue hair behind, securing it into a high pony tail before shooting her riding-mate a challenging smile. "Caio," She blew a playful kiss, the diamond bands up her forearms glinting, and clicked her tongue. The mare she rode upon dashed onto the stage with a loud neigh, roaring high onto her rear legs as the blue-haired woman held on easily, lifting a hand to the audience. She tossed a smirk over her shoulder at Leonardo. I bet you can't do better!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 15:31:30 GMT -5
Unlike silk-dancing, which required pure strength, stamina, and control, horseback riding was the act that Killian could truly unleash her speed demon. She whooped as her act-mate preformed before clicking her tongue, and uttering a sharp command in russian. Her mare neigvhed loudly and raced forwards, Killian crouching low behind the mares long neck. A large hoop sprung up from the ground and caught on fire, starting to free fall back towards the slot in the floor. Before it got near to the ground, the mare sprang forwards through it. As the crimson flames blocked the audiences view of Killian, she sprang unto a low crouch on the mares back. Leonardo was racing towards them, head on - the audience members held their breath, heartbeats raced - and then the stand erupted into cheers as Killian launched herself into the air, lithe body twisting with flips and twirls, over Leonardo and his horse. Her mare had turned sharply to the side to avoid a collision. Killian rolled against the floor, landing on her bare feet and her arms up. She didnt look over at Leonardo - she knew by now, after preforming dozens of times, that he had the routine down as she did.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 16:25:01 GMT -5
Killian grinned, her lilac-lips glossy in the fire light. She grabbed Leonardos hand and guided him down with a casual sweep of her arm, into a graceful land. "Well done!" She praised with a smile before straightening back up, smiling huge for the audience, helping her act-mate into a standing position. She curtsied, and dramatically raised her hand. With a snap of her fingers, the silk fabrics she had tangled herself in before were released, unfolding in a dramatic curtain. The show was officially over.
Killian dropped a tired smile to Leonardo, dramatic wings of jet-black eyeliner enhancing her eyes. "Good work, Leo." She gracefully wandered over to her mare, who trottered to meet her as well. Gathering her reigns in one hand, Killian led the mare into the back rooms, where a young boy led the mare to the stables. Killian headed for the actors dressing rooms, divided off just by curtains. She trusted her fellow staff not to peak as she entered her curtained area. "That was an excellent trick, Leo," She said, stripping off her top and pulling on a regular t-shirt. Shimmying from her short, she pulled on a pair of equally short jean shorts. She perched on a chair in front of her mirror, taking the time to undo several clasps - at least five diamond chokers, arm cuffs up to her shoulders, even anklettes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 17:00:12 GMT -5
Killian grinned at his compliment, taking out a pair of diamond stud earings and placing them into a little shell that held most of her earings. Pulling on a pair of socks, and then her favorite worn, brown-leather riding boots, she quickly tossed her bright blue hair up into a carelessly sloppy bun. Absentmindedly humming a Russian lullaby, she casually whisked back the curtain to Leonardos dressing room. Having been Russian born-and-bred, she was still slightly behind on American privacy - in Russia, privacy was much less important. She casually straddled a chair backwards, holding a nail file in one hand.
"I put fresh blades in your kit," She said absently, russian accent think on her tongue as she filled her long, elegant nails. Today, they were painted a pale green, a bit like her eyes. With a bit of influence from rustic cowgirl, casual wear, and chic, her style would have looked strange on anyone else - however, she seemed to pull it off well. With her gracefully arching back, and the current position she was in, it was very clear that she had a suggestive body, but woe to the man that ogles - many of her fellow crew-mates have learned that if they catcall to her, they get a fist in the gut worthy of note.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 17:23:26 GMT -5
"If you keep watching me like that, you won't be able to breathe due to my fist in your gut," Killians cheerful voice countered her words, making them sound like none more than a simple joke - but those who knew her also knew that she despised being seen as nothing but a body to ogle. Just to taunt Leonardo, she set the file on the flat top of her chair back she faced, and stretched her arms above her head. The neckline of her shirt dipped lower, and the fabric clung to her strong curves - her back arching rather suggestively. Picking up the file again, Killian stood up, releasing the chair from her casual straddle.
"Gimme. You slipped," She grinned in amusement and took the trimmer from his hand, pushing him a bit roughly into the chair in front of the mirror. She started carefully trimming his beard, angling his head to make it easier for her as she worked on fixing the mishap. "Honestly, you're hopeless." Even though the words would have been harsh, the mild tone and teasing quirk of the lips gave it away that she was merely poking fun. Soon, she turned off the trimmer and set it on the desk, raising a brow. As usual, she had done a good job - nice and even. "There. As if your mistake didn't happen, no?"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 17:44:46 GMT -5
Killian arched a brow as he kissed the back of her hand. She heaved a great sigh before effectively ruining his advances by patting his cheek in a appeasing way. "Probably dead," She said brightly, before turning on her heel and flouncing off. She whisked back the curtain, tying it back with a ribbon she had serán on to do just that - hold back the curtain so she could have her own space, and speak with her friend.
Killian flopped onto a spinny chair, rolling it closer towards Leo before satooping a good few yards away. She held onto the chair between her thighs with both hand, her legs slightly spread as she spun herself in circles. The tattoo on the inside of her left thigh was visible, a curling black and mint green ribbon elegantly twisting and twirling its way up around her leg, over her hip and up her side, ending right at her belly button. Of course, her little shorts didnt do much to cover her - barely keeping her 'appropriately' covered. She slowed her spinning, but didnt stop. "You know, i have been in this act for half a year now." The fact dropped like an obvious statement, but was followed by, "And you have not once told me why you've joined."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 18:49:18 GMT -5
"I see," Killian slowed her spinning to a stop, facing Leonardo with surpringly stable eyes, since she had been spinning around for the mast while. Seeing as how she made a living spinning five times faster a hundred feet above the ground though - it made sense. "I joined to get away from my family."
That sentence was a shocker. Killian never spoke about her childhood, nor her homeland - she always brushed aside the questions of a practiced, easy grace, a fun smile to ease the askers curiosity. The fact she let slip that tiny, tiny little nugget was nothing short of a miracle.
Killian stood up from her chair and wandered over towards her closet. opening it, she pulled out an old, battered accoustic guitar - a pretty thing, brushed on with age. Perching back on the chair, she folded one leg delicately over the other and swiveled slightly, tunning her guitar by ear. "So you really came to the show one day, saw some odd blue-haired gal twirl around some silk, and thought to yourself 'i'ma join that'?" She cocked an eyebrow at him - her signature expression, paired with that mischievous smile and playful glint ion her eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 19:11:37 GMT -5
"Makes sense," Was all Killian said before strumming a few notes, plucking out the rhythm with a practiced grace. Soon enough, the music grew into a cheerful tune, lighting up the atmosphere. Taking in a deep breath, Killian started signing. It was a russian lullaby, a soft, graceful tune, and the Russian seemed to flow like water over a creek bed. SHe continued to slowly swivel, she eyes focused on nothing in particular by her feet.
After a few minutes of quiet Russian, Killian switched flawlessly over to english - heavily accented, but english none the less.
"-Know it's been a while Since i've last sung to you. But now it's time to settle down, Feel the sleep weigh down your eyes... The sandman will be by To put sunlight in your dreams And lullabies in your mind..."
She continued to pluck out soft, even chords as she hummed, glancing upwards at the lightings flickered just for a moment. She slowly decrescendod, until she ended the lullaby with one last strum. She absentmindedly began plucking notes again, just to fill the quiet of the circus house. Most of the members of the circus had homes of their own - however, Killian did not, so she stayed in the circus house - which was probably how it stayed so clean.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 19:49:57 GMT -5
"My grandmama used to sing it to me, when i was small." She strummed a little more, humming gently as she swiveled on her chair. After another few minutes of her playing, she stilled the chords. Without the music, it seemed all too quiet - that was when Killian realized that it was just her and Leonardo at the circus house. She stood and walked towards Leonardo, stepping around him to put her guitar gently on a stand, not realizing how close she was to him until she looked up.
She froze for a half second before shimmying out from between Leonardo and the vanity desk, taking a few steps away. "Should you be headed home, Leo? It's almost eight." She picked up the diamond-covered, cropped top she wore while silk-dancing and folded it in half, tucking it into a drawer and closing it, her back to Leonardo and she casually started sorting the makeups and bottled scents into different drawers, her body swaying and twisting seductively without her trying.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 27, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind if I join in))
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 27, 2016 20:02:18 GMT -5
((That would be nice if it is no problem to you))
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2016 20:06:32 GMT -5
(Everyone is welcome! :) Jump on in)
Killian jumped as Leonardo took her hand, spinning her around and pulling her chest close to his. Her eyes widened slightly with surprise as he began the first steps of a slow waltz, but she instinctually followed, moving with her usual angelic grace. "I take that as a no?" She said in a softer than usual tone about him heading home, her smile more nervous than mischievous at this point. "U-Um, why are we?..." She blushed slightly - a rare sight! - and glanced away nervously, unsure how to react to this man pulling her along in a slow, Northern Waltz.
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Post by CreamCrow on Nov 27, 2016 20:07:32 GMT -5
((Thank you so much again!))
Morgana stretched back in her chair, careful not to drop the match she held. Twiddling it between her fingers, she admired the dancing flame- glowing as bright as it could as it attempted to keep itself alive. She narrowed blue eyes at in in furiosity as she quickly moved her hand to extinguish the soon failing flame. That was no good, she was much hoping it would last longer than the previous match.
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