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 Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:07 am
Without warning, just for fun, the slave gently grabbed the lion's lower jaw and opened it, placing his head almost inside. The lion snarled, but was prepared for this, and allowed the young man to do as he pleased. The audience gasped and clung to their seats before he righted himself and carefully led the lion back into the cage. Once the door closed, the audience let out a sigh of relief, and started applauding."Yes! Give a hand to our magnificent lion tamer, Atticus the Great!" the Ringmaster shouted, clapping his hands and nudging the slave to bow. "Ah.. right..." the slave bowed, though he still wasn't sure what all of this meant. He felt like he'd just been auditioned to join the circus.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:22 am
Arron cheered with the rest of audience, happy things went well. He was wondering why the slav had been brought on stage unless the ringmaster truly needed someone to join.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:32 am
As the clapping faded, the spotlight on the Ringmaster and the slave went out, and the stage lowered them into the floor below as the next act started. It seemed the daredevil was prone to introducing himself, as he was quite a blow hard. Meanwhile, then Ringmaster led the slave to a door under the stage.
"That should lead you back to your seat. Enjoy the rest of the show, Atticus the great." he said with a grin."Ah... thank you. But... why did you invite me on stage? Was.. that some kind of audition?" he asked, curious. It seemed like a little much just for an audition, and it was especially strange that it went so well without much effort on his part."Audition? Oh, not at all. I already have a very capable lion tamer." the ringmaster stated as he slipped off his gloves and put on new ones, grabbing a pouch of some sort and strapping it to his thigh.
"That's quite the audience we have tonight though. People from all over Gaia have likely come to see the show. It's always nice to meet old friends and catch up, hmm?" he smirked, before waving over his shoulder and walking into the dark to prepare for his next spotlight.The slave was dumbfounded for a moment, then smiled knowingly and headed back to his seat in the darkness as the daredevil was fired out of a canon.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:38 am
"Y-You were great!" he said excitedly, "D-Did Mr. L-Loyal say anything to-to you af-afterwards..?" Arron wanted to know what had happened backstage being slightly nosey.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:42 am
The slave smiled once he took his seat, watching the show as he replied.
"I think he wanted to help me be seen by a lot of people from all over to maybe help me find out who I am..." he told Arron, though there was no way to be entirely sure that was his goal.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:45 am
He blinked & thought for a minute. "...Th-That's really ingenious... if-if someone recognized you then y-you will surely find out more!" he said happily. Arron was happy the way things were turning out.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:53 am
The slave enjoyed the show as each act went on. Finally, it was Loyal's turn to preform, and the young man was especially excited to see what he would preform."Now, since you've all been such a wonderful audience, I'm going to preform for you myself!!" the Ringmaster announced, as behind him, a wheel with four straps appeared from the floor. He reached into the pouch at his thigh and pulled out a shining set of throwing knives that sparkled in the spot light.
"But who out there will take the risk and offer themselves as my volunteer for the evening? Are there any audience members out there with hearts of steel that wouldn't mind having a little more added to their bodies?" he put the knives between his fingers like claws, then juggled them a little in wait of a hand to shoot up. However, when finally a hand raised, and a voice rang out through the tent, he seemed to flinch."I'll be your assistant, Loyal." the woman stepped onto the stage.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 1:55 am
Arron froze hearing the woman's voice. He looked over to the slave to see his reaction. He also feared what was to happen next.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 2:04 am
The slave was frozen in his seat. His eyes were wide, and he gripped at his knees with white knuckles. Anything that happened after that moment would not be good. There was no way that such a performance would end well. His mind raced with horror as he imagined how everything would go wrong.The Ringmaster seemed a little on edge about the Mistress's sudden appearance, but he grinned and continued on with the show nonetheless.
"Then step right up, my lovely assistant, and we'll start your final performance!" he announced, clear and strong as usual.The woman stood in front of the wheel, grinning.
"If you don't mind, I'd prefer not to be pinned down. I usually do the pinning." her voice was calm and sinister, and the same unease she caused seemed to wash over the crowd as the went silent.With careful steps, the Ringmaster stepped away and did a few more knife tricks before he faced the woman, a bead of sweat on his forehead as she stared him down. SHUUNK. The first knife went into the board behind the woman.
"Would you believe I'm out of practice?" he joked, as he usually did.
SHUUNK. Another knife made it's mark in the board right by the woman's head. Her unflappable grin was truly unsettling.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 2:18 am
Arron quietly watched the act with the others in the audience. A small part of him wished that the ringmaster would cause an accident.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 2:27 am
The air was tense, and the silence was only broken by the SHUUNK of every new blade into the board, and a few clever quips from the Ringmaster. However, his voice seemed to get more and more quiet the closer he came with each knife to the woman's body. Once the last one was in the board, he turned to the audience.
"Thank you, thank you, you've all been a wonderful audience! You may go back to your seat, madame. Merci." he bowed, and watched as the woman walked off of the stage. Just as a true showman, he kept his grin wide despite what was happening, and stood until the last second before the lights went off when he finally collapsed.The slave gasped, almost standing from his chair, but was stopped when the woman approached the two.She grinned and folded her arms over her chest, twirling a bit of her hair as she did.
"It's twelve o' clock, Arron. I'll be taking my slave back now, thank you."
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 2:37 am
The young man had had enough of the woman's games. He stood, blocking the slave from view. "No. He's not yours. He never was yours & personally, you can r-rot in the dungeon of yours." he defiantly said, "Go back to wh-whatever hellhole it is you crawled out of." Arron was waiting to see her reaction, though he expected her to laugh in his face. Yet, it felt good to finally stand up to the woman.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 2:41 am
"If we're going to have this discussion, I prefer we do it somewhere you don't make a fool of yourself. Slave, come." she started to walk out of the tent."Please... don't do this, Arron. She may have just... killed the Ringmaster... and she'll kill you too..." he begged quietly before running to catch up to his Mistress as he was ordered to do. He felt that the more defiant he tried to be, the more likely she would hurt or even kill others that tried to help him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 10:18 am
Arron followed. "That's why she needs to be brought down." he said as he ran after the slave & the mistress. Arron was boiling on the inside. He was very angry at the mistress & all the bad things she had done.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2014 10:58 am
The Mistress walked until they made it to the front yard of the mansion. Like before, the walk was shorter than when they'd left the grounds. The night that shaded the scene gave everything a haunting appearance, and the moonlight reflected off the Mistress's pale skin to give her the illusion of a beautiful spirit. She turned around, facing Arron with a grinning visage.
"Slave, go inside and put on the outfit I've laid out on my bed, then wait for me there. I have things to discuss with Arron." she explained, eyes locked on the mechanic as if he were prey ready to be eaten."Yes Mistress..." the slave bowed his head, then hurried inside with one last glance in Arron's direction. He wanted for everything to go smoothly, for Arron to be okay. He swallowed, choking back tears that tried to come from his eyes as he ran to his Mistress's room.
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