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Post by Blue on Jul 2, 2008 13:19:05 GMT -5
This is a rp idea i got offa another site. we'll start off with Basic rules. 1) All standard rp rules apply. 2) characters must be 13 or older 3) every character must wear a mask during the shows. 4) Each mask must be described to join. 5) Character must also have a stage name and a costume. 6) no more than 2 powers per character. 7) keep genders even 8) No playing as audiance members. 9) NO repeating powers. be CREATIVE. 10) HAVE FUNNNNNN
Now for a little backround info. ok, so the basics are that gifted have been captured at some point in their lives and put in one of 2 places, a lab or a circus. This rp is about those lucky enough to be entertainment instead of an experiment. but life isnt all suger plums and gumdrops either. they are kept in cages on a truck when not on stage, each cage has a small cot, a broken mirror, and a small closet. the gifteds are fed just enough to be strong enough to preform, no more no less. each gifted is given an act to suit their powers. even the ring master is a captured gifted. Sounds easy right? wrong. The audiance isnt allowed to know the gifteds are gifted. thats why they wear maskes. So its up to you to figure out how to pull that off yourself.
Lets Begin ppl!!
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Post by Rose's Thorn on Jul 4, 2008 12:52:11 GMT -5
Shall we start?
Here goes...
There was a strong rattling against the side of the cage, one that shook her cot, causing it to move beneath her. She pulled the thin, scratchy blanket over her head to muffle the words, "Get up you worthless scum!" She shook her head, trying to pretend she was somewhere else.
Not that that was worth it. It wasn't going to change. She pushed the itchy cloth off her head and onto the bottom of the cage. She slowly sat up, eyes closed fairly shut to ignore what was around her, running her fingers through her knotted, ratty hair.
She would have that brushed back later. For now, getting up was the first step. Vaguely, through her sleep-fogged ears, she could hear that awful henchman rattling the cages of her peers. She shook her head; she wasn't a girl to them. She was Lumina, the Master of Colors.
She snorted and set her chin on her hands. This was life.
The circus was just so much fun, wasn't it?
<<That good?>>
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Post by Blue on Jul 4, 2008 14:07:36 GMT -5
Raychel was the first woken up, after all, she was the ringleader after all, not that it mattered here. Here, everyone was no one and no one was worth a dime.
It was about 6:30, the sun was only just begining to rise, and they had a show at 8. so they were expected to be dressed and ready by 7:30 so they had half an hour to warm up.
Raychel picked up her half broken hairbrush and stood infront of her mirror, she brushed her red-orange hair until it shone, and put it up into a high pony tail. Next was her tiarra, it was silver with red gems and it shone beautifully. The 22 year old walked over to he beat up closet and pulled out her costume. It was a magnificent red, orange, and yellow gown that fell half way down her legs the edges frayed in a way that made it resembled fire. putting it on, she tied a sash around her waist and gazed at herself in her mirror again. Just about perfect, she strapped on her 1/2 inch heels and as she stood infront of her mirror she sighed. Picking up her final accessory, the flames that danced in her eyes dulled. Raychel placed the mask on her face and just like that, she was no longer Raychel the captured gifted. She was now The Flame Princess, Ringleader of this hell.
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Post by Rose's Thorn on Jul 4, 2008 14:19:57 GMT -5
The light girl slowly made her way to the cracked sink they'd given her. She wasn't sure how they ever expected her to wash up using just this, but if she didn't, she'd get it. Bad.
She somehow managed to wash the tangled briar bush on top of her head, using the brush she had to pull it back into the slickest thing she could. They liked that look - for that, they always had gel for her to slick her hair back with, to keep it looking shiny and wet. The only luxuries they did have here were for the show. Gel. She could do with a shower, more than gel.
She went into her closet, the three duplicates of her blindingly bright costume staring her in the face. She pulled one of them off, and, before changing, warped the colors just around her so that no one would be able to see her as she changed. Call her self-conscious, but she liked to change without the people she hated the most watching her. She didn't care that they hated it when she used her powers outside of the ring. As long as the colors were kept fairly dull, they usually didn't notice.
The costume was brilliantly colored, with a sort of glimmery sheen to it that was made by tiny, shiny dots that were not visible unless you held it close to your eyes. Sequins dangled along the lining, especially colorfully rainbowed seams holding the sequins up. She often wondered if they were trying to make her blind just by looking at it.
And, of course, there was her mask. It was the same decorative colors that made her ill, the same shininess, and it covered her entire face.
The whole thing made her look like a walking fireworks display.
She grumbled as she looked out, through her mask eyeholes, at the dismal land all around her.
She wondered when they'd let her out of this cage. There was no clock to tell by. So she sat by and sadly set her chin in her hands, her elbows on her knees.
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Post by Blue on Jul 4, 2008 14:34:40 GMT -5
She was dreaming of her parents, they were normal and they loved her, and her brother. Right?
She was being shaken awake. "Leslie! Les, its time to wake up, we've got to get ready." "Good morning to you too Dom-Dom." "Theres never a good morning in this place." "good point." Leslie climbed out of her bed, if you can call it that, and yawned. "i hate being up this early... I was dreaming about mom and dad..." Dominique waked over to their closet and threw her, her costume. "Forget about them and get changed." He pulled on his ripped costume and placed on his mask. "We're late as it is," Leslie stared at the ground as she got changed.she shouldnt have said anything, Her twin was was tortured enough about it, maybe even more than she was.
Leslie and Dominique's powers complimented each other to a point that they had a very thrilling and dangerous act, depending on if everything went according to plan that is. It was a story of preditor and prey, life and death, evil and innocent. She was Betae, and he was Galliant. Finnally ready, both twins sliped on their full face maskes and awaited the guards to open their cage.
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Post by Noka on Jul 4, 2008 21:35:30 GMT -5
Anjok was startled into a state of half awareness by the violent rattling of his cage. He yawned and blinked slowly, attempting to shake himself out of his groggy state. "Wake up!" came the familiar and grotesque voice of the slime that woke him up every morning. "Yeah.... I'm up, I'm up," Anjok replied, irritated. He sat up and carefully stepped off his flimsy cot; he had already managed to break it once by being careless. He winced at the memory of the punishment he had received for that small accident. Anjok sighed, and shuffled over to the closet located in the corner of his cage and threw open the doors. A glinting set of armor, crafted of thick leather and steel, peered at him from within the darkness. He grasped it gently and pulled it out of the closet; at least his costume was well-made. "Another day in this hell hole...." he sighed. Donning his armor quickly and efficiently, he gazed into the grubby cracked mirror to his right. He ran a hand through his thick hair and worked out the knots. "How do they expect me to look good in conditions like this?" He leaned to the side, pulling the heavy sword from his closet. The hilt was adorned with what seemed to be onyx stones. Anjok looked, feeling a bit gloomy, at his reflection in the stones. He broke away from the stones and lifted the sword to his waist. For any normal human, simply lifting the sword would be no small task, but to him, the Stone Warrior, it was like lifting a feather. He let out a deep sigh once more and carefully sat back down on his cot, placing the fearsome-looking horned dragon mask over his face, and waited to be let out of one prison, and into another.
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Post by Rose's Thorn on Jul 4, 2008 22:46:32 GMT -5
It didn't feel too much like a forever of boredom before the guard finally returned, opening up her cage. She was one of the few ones they could trust to open the cage of without fear of being attacked, because there was little she could do to attack them, at least nothing more or less than if she was still locked in the cage. Nonetheless, the moment she obediently set her foot on the rickety step-things leading out of the cage gate, she found her hand shackled, as usual. She cringed as the bracelet snapped around her wrist. Something in her head wondered if that ever messed up the costume, although, frankly, she didn't care much. He led her to the big practice tent where the acts were practiced and rehearsed until their limbs were ready to fall off on the floor before doing another move. She hated this tent, and found herself holding back and being forced to be pushed on before she was willing to move onward. It wasn't really a tent - a tent is too easy to escape from. It was more like...a large prison cell that they couldn't release themselves from, not even Anjok, who could normally smash through anything, except the materials they make the walls of in this d@mned place.
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Post by LimeTH on Jul 5, 2008 10:25:02 GMT -5
And the gaurd let everyone out of their cages and brought them all to the training area in shackles
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Post by Blue on Jul 5, 2008 14:30:11 GMT -5
Raychel was pushed into the training area, looks like she was the last in today. She looked around and saw Belle, Anjok, Leonard, Bernard and even the twins were here, waiting for her to begin. "Morning everyone. Is everyone ready to begin?
"Ready as we'll ever be," Leslie scoffed, answering for everyone. "Hey Dominique, can we go first? i want to try something new."
He sighed. "Yeah, i guess." The two climbed up to their places at the high wire while Raychel made her way into the center ring. Her voice rose so that it boomed off of the walls, being heard in every corner of this jail-like tent. Flames swirled around her as her name was put into perspective, she could control the very thing she was named after.
"Ladies and gentalmen! Children of all ages! For your entertainment, I would like to present our high wire act, Betae and Galliant!!" The flames that circled her shot up and reveiled the twins, who were previously engulfed in darkness, the spotlights soon followed.
The two bowed to each other, and silently made their way out into the middle of the thin rope they were balancing on. At the middle, they froze for all of two seconds, before the fight began. To them, it was just an intricate dace, to on lookers, it was a battle to the death. Claws slashed and daggers jabbed, each almost falling 50 feet, a positively leathal drop, but at the last second they'd save themselves.
'Ok, here it comes." Leslie thought, this was her new part of the act, it was really a minor change, but it could be really dangerous to them both if done wrong. She dodged a blow by crouching down, before sweeping her brothers legs out from under neith him, normally she would have pushed him off the rope, but this was much more dramatic. He fell. Suddenly, he was no longer falling he was back where he started, at his platform.
"I like that change, much more dangerous." Leslie stated beaming.
Raychel clapped, "very nice you two, come on down. Ok, whose next?"
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Post by chezo on Jul 5, 2008 21:49:12 GMT -5
"Hold up you skunk bags!," barked some random security man, "we got a new one."
Whispers traveled around the tent.
"She's going watch from backstage at today's 8'o clock. After the show boss excepts you all to clean up all the stands and then teach her to do something useful."
Chained in the usual get up, a fairly well built girl made her way in through the gates followed by more guards.
"Her name is...uh... HEY FREAK!!! what's your name again?"
Still in a state of shock, she barely mouthed the words of her own name. "Joanke."
"Yeah... whatever, just take these" He handed her a bundle of gray. Released from the chains and shackles she made her way towards the now huddled group of people.
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Post by Noka on Jul 6, 2008 0:03:57 GMT -5
Anjok tracked the new girl's movements as she walked towards them. "f*ck.... They get more people in here all the time." he muttered to himself. He placed his left hand on his forehead and shook his head sadly. Realizing that the new girl was probably feeling a bit uncomfortable, he put on his sweetest smile and waved at her. Bernard glanced in Joanke's direction and scratched absentmindedly at the tattoos on his face; he had begun to do this purely out of habit when he was nervous, and no longer realized when he was doing it. His brother and himself were the only two members of the circus that were allowed to go without masks. Instead, their tattoos served as a form of permanent mask for them, to mark them as a possession of the circus. ((just a little note guys, Bernard and his brother Leo aren't new to the circus, however they are new characters. i'll post their info on the test thread in a moment.))
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Post by Rose's Thorn on Jul 6, 2008 10:57:36 GMT -5
Belle sighed sadly as she watched the new girl enter. She looked strong, but completely lost. She felt an immense amount of pity for her, and looked very sadly and pitiably at her. Welcome to our world, she thought miserably.
Leo smiled pleasantly for the new girl, sending her a beaming smile. Finally! he thought. Something different around here! Most of the others would scold him for being so carefree about everything, but he really didn't care. This place needed someone to be a little bit upbeat, and not always looking at their scars. Heck, sometimes he even enjoyed the crowds, if you could believe that.
But as he watched the girl, he felt something else. He felt terrible inside. Watching her face as she looked at them, he knew that not everything was peachy, and not everything was right.
He ignored that emotion and sent her a beaming smile.
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Post by Blue on Jul 6, 2008 12:20:48 GMT -5
Leslie watched the gir enter from her place up on the platform she had yet come down from. This girl, Joanke? She looked misserable. Leslie felt bad, remembering her first day in this hell on earth, atleast she had her brother, this girl had no one. Leslie grabbed one of the acrobatics ropes and swung down, landing nimbly on her feet. Leslie walked over to the girl and extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Leslie." remembering that she still had her mask on, and that she looked like a bear, took a swift glance around before quickly lifting her mask, to smile at the girl before droping it again. "And, thats my brother Dominique, but everyone calls him Dom-Dom-" "They do not! Everyone cals me Dom, you call me Dom-Dom, sister." Leslie ignored him and continued introducing everyone pointing to them as she said their names. "Thats Raychel, Anjok, Leonard, Bernard, and Belle! I'm sorry that you got caught and dragged here, but it really is the better option. Everyone not here, is in a lab being tested on..."
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Post by Noka on Jul 6, 2008 17:41:49 GMT -5
Anjok ceased his waving and watched as Leslie introduced everyone to Joanke. As soon as Leslie finished with the introductions, he turned swiftly to Raychel and questioned, "Should we practice our act before the actual show? It never hurts to practice you know." He tipped up the bottom of his mask, revealing his face for a moment and smiled sweetly at her, before dropping it back down over his face.
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Post by Blue on Jul 6, 2008 18:13:59 GMT -5
Raychel smiled. She loved their act, it gave them a chance to display their feelings for each other openly. " Yeah... never hurts to practice..." Raychel flushed, luckily her mask hid it. "We should run through the whole thing, just in case. I'll go set up." and with that, Raychel walked away, swaying her hips a little bit more then nessisary in a subtle flirt.
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