Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 17, 2018 23:15:03 GMT
"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! People of all ages! Get ready to witness the most mystifying, terrifying, mesmerizing display of skill! You have just bought a ticket to the greatest show on earth. I only hope that you're ready to see, that which can't be unseen...." Gavin stood there with a brimming smile on his face. He wore a long flowing red coat and white pants. His boots were black and knee high. Under his jacket he wore a white button up shirt, it concealed his tattoos nicely. Gavin Sinclair was not part of the act.
The single spotlight on Gavin shifted and he quickly stepped away into the shadows. The spotlight seemed to search the darkness around the dirt floor inside the circus tent. It searched and searched but didn't find what it was looking for. The light went out with the audible sound of someone pulling a lever. And all fell quiet. No circus music filled the air. The crowd had fallen into hushed silence. Suddenly a single flame lit the darkness. The flame turned into a waterfall of fire that shot straight up in the air. It nearly touched the top of the tent and threatened to burn the whole place down. The waterfall of fire rained down illuminating the dark and revealing; the once empty circus arena was now filled with mutants.
The crowd gasped collectively, frightened by the sight of so many malformed humans and mutant freaks. The fire exploded into fireworks and the crowd erupted into cheers. The man with the fire coming from his hands bowed and stepped back as the spotlight shined on the different acts in the circus, each mutant demonstrating their mutation for the entertainment of the crowd. Each one of them being subjected to becoming nothing more than an animal in a zoo for people to gawk at. Still it was a way to make a living and most of them were okay with being taken advantage of and stared at. It was something they had all grown used too.
Gavin stepped off into the shadows. The ringmaster. The mastermind of this place. He stepped into his trailer and shut the door behind him. He didn't need to see the show. He could listen intently to the oohs and ahhs of the crowd and know just what was happening. His circus was stale. It lacked that "IT" Factor. He needed some new blood. Mutants making money off their mutations was one thing. Gavin kept this rag tag group together as a family of sorts. Most of them cared deeply for one another. Gavin was a mutant himself he just simply didn't demonstrate his power for the crowd. He didn't care if they saw him as one of them or one of the mutants but he did tire of the same old show.
He picked up a bottle of gin and tossed it back. Welcoming the burn he sighed and stared at a butterfly tattooed just above his wrist. He tattooed it a few days ago because he was bored. The tattoo gun still sat on his dirty overcrowded table. With a mere thought the ink oozed off of his skin and pooled on the table. Gavin took another sip from the bottle as the puddle of black and blue ink bubbled a bit. Then a wing emerged from the pool of color and black. Then another wing. Soon an insect body pushed it'self off the table and fluttered it's wings much to Gavin Sinclair's lack of surprise. The butterfly flapped it's wings and flew across the trailer and out the open window. It raced towards the moon. Free. Experiencing life for the very first time. Gavin sighed and groaned and stood up and put on his top hat. It was almost time for him to head back out to introduce the next act.
James walked the fair grounds, a lit cigarette in hand. Taking a hit he slowly let it out and looked around at the stands. Kids ran with joy, parents scolding them for not staying within eyesight. All he could do was roll his eyes. He didn't even know why he had decided to check this place out, but it was better than just standing around doing nothing. Taking another puff he watched the people filing in for the big show.
Adjusting his jacket he tossed the butt onto the ground stomping on it to make sure no harm would happen. Flashes would come and go of a small boy, running and playing. This place just felt so familiar. Did he come to circuses like this when he was younger? Had his parents done that for him? Or was his imagination running rampant on trying to remember false memories? Anything to figure out his true identity. He knew he could sprout wings from his shoulders. He could turn them to anything that his mind could think up. Hell, he made some damn good costumes for halloween because of them.
Moving through the crowd of the big top tent he took a seat in the back row. He didn't want someone to possibly recognize him, even if he didn't remember them. He figured maybe someone here could possibly help him. Desperate times called for desperate measures he guessed. He watched as the ring leader took the spotlight to introduce the act. The man certainly knew how to give flair he gave him that. Giving a sigh he watched with a slight disinterest.
He's seen people with powers before. Hell most of the Fools had powers similar to some of the people here. He was proud to even be considered as a consideration for being part of their group. See James didn't remember things from his past. They didn't haunt him like everyone else. The only thing that haunted him was the fact he didn't know anything about himself. Some could see that as a way to start new, be someone you've always wanted to be. But for him it was about rediscovering himself.
He needed some new boundaries to break, yet he needed something even more familiar to knock some sense into him. At times he could let his oversized ego take control. He prided himself on looking the best he could, but at the same time he needed to feel comfortable doing it. Meaning he normally didn't give a damn of what anyone wanted of him, or expected. He always loved the unexpected. Or was that a more recent thing? He couldn't remember...
He couldn't help but to laugh at himself. God these amnesia jokes were starting to get old. He watched as a woman flew with pixie wings, something shimmering as she flew over the crowd. "God, is she just farting sparkles or what?" He couldn't help himself. The people next to him groaned and rolled their eyes trying to enjoy the show.
"Normies and their fucking fascination about the unknown." He rested his chin in his hand which rested on his knee. His blue eyes watched the fire starter as he controlled it with ease, making it shape to what he desired. Using the tip of his tongue he moved the lip piercing some out of boredom. It was time for him to leave. People complained as he got up abruptly and moved with leisure obscuring their sight of the mutants in the limelight. Making his way towards the flap of the tent he caught something out of the corner of his eye. Following what caught his attention it was a small form of something flitting in the air.
He watched as it got closer before it flew higher overhead. His curiosity got the better of him and he followed it around towards the back. He wasn't sure when or why but he had taken off his jacket, and his wings unfurled, revealing the glossy black plumage. They grew in size able to carry his body.
The wind from his wings was strong as he lifted off and caught the thing that made his mind wander. There he opened his palm to see that it was nothing more than a blue butterfly. He looked it over for a moment, his wings keeping him slightly airborne. Sometimes he hated his advent curiosity. It could land him in the wrong places, at just the wrong time.
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 21, 2018 15:12:26 GMT
Gavin sat at his desk dreading the next moments. He had to go back out to the show and wrap up the show for the night. The show was nearly over. They were a traveling circus. They moved from town to town, but they had been making decent money here in Detroit. He supposed they could stick around awhile longer. The people of this city seemed fascinated by the idea of the mystifying and the mysterious. They weren't as closed minded as some. That was good for business. Although, there were the mutant killers on the news. Most of Gavin's mutants were dangerous. They had powers that could lay waste to entire cities, but they were not malicious. They simply wanted to live out their lives with their dangerous powers and find a place in this world.
Gavin heard not so far off explosions. Ghost was in the arena no doubt putting on his light show. He carried a couple of lazer pistols and with telekinetic ability he controlled the lazer beams and bent them to his will. He would make a spectacle of it. Another night, another performance nearly wrapped up. Gavin sighed again and looked up from his sketches. Littering the table was tattoo designs, failed experiments. Gavin was always on the look out for the next great piece of art he could emblazon on his skin. It was then that he happened to look up and out the window. Towards the butterfly he released to freedom.
Gavin saw hovering just outside his window a new mutant. He was edgy and cool. He had the face of a pretty boy and the wings of an angel. Gavin sat up in his chair. Standing up he moved to the window. He stood within view of this mutant with a look of wonder on his face. Surely he had been noticed by now. He spoke up either way. "Nice wings." He commented casually as he leaned on the window frame with his shoulder. Gavin had a soft look on his face. He was no longer wearing his jacket. His skin displayed an orgy of ink and crazy monsters scattered about. He seemed as if he was just a dorky looking man trying to appear tough with tough guy tattoos.
Gavin didn't say another word. He quietly walked to the door of his trailer and stepped outside. The soft breeze carried on the wind pushed the hair around his face. His short bangs jostled around lightly as he slowly and deliberately trodded down the few short steps. It was growing dark out. The lights of the carnival flickered and danced in the night sky. Bright oranges and soft blues. In the distance the crowd's ohs and ahs could still be heard with lazer sound effects and quiet explosions breaking down the silence of the tense moment. Gavin could feel the tenseness in his shoulders rolling away. He rolled his neck as he rounded the corner to find the man still hovering. Now looking in his direction.
"You didn't like the show in there?" He asked curiously. "The fights are staged. They don't hurt each other, and if someone does get hurt during the mutant fights we have a healer. Everyone loves a good mutant fight. The chaos the excitement. It's like standing among the flames without getting burned." Gavin said with a sharp smile. Tattooed just above his left forearm was a fullbodied tattoo of his first love. He loved her still, as much as he hated her for forsaking him when she learned that he was different.
Gavin put up one finger as if to ask the young man to wait a moment. He crouched to the ground and allowed his fingers to nearly touch the dirt. He had a sullen look on his face and his head was lowered to the ground in concentration. The ink of the woman turned liquid. It dripped down his arm, but not on his arm. It was still in the skin. It moved like a river of multicolored wonder down his arm. It swam around the edges of other tattoos. Not bleeding over them, but diving and dancing around their pronounced outlines until it swam to the palm of his hand. The ink ran down his hand and off the edges of his fingertips until it dripped down into the dirt.
Gavin did not display his power often. It wasn't a spectacle he presented for his show. It wasn't a parlor trick that he shared with the normals. It was simply his gift, and his curse in this world. The ink puddled in the dirt in a bubbling black and rainbow colored cauldron. Bright reds and course blues of her clothing. The honey brown blonde of her hair and the bright greens of her eyes swimming together in a pool of whatever it was he was creating. The ink seeped into the ground and seemed to disappear. Then suddenly..... Fingers emerged from the dirt. First one hand and then another. They pried at the earth in opposite directions, pulling it apart. Fingers clawing at the soil trying desperately to free itself form it's geo prison. Gavin stood up and took a step back.
His eyes were not on the young man but on his creation. It was his love. It was his Libby. It was a painful reminder of what he could never have because he was different. Still this Libby was controlled by him. She was his thoughts. She was bore of his emotion and she was a slave to his whims. She was a sad mirage. A hollow gift from whatever cruel god bestowed this power upon him. Gavin reached down and took hold of her wrist, as now par of her arm was exposed. Her wrist swam along his and she grasped him tightly as he helped pull her free of the crushing earth. It was a woman. As real as you or I! Gavin pulled her free and she was wearing the red blouse from the tattoo, the blue jeans and black boots from the tattoo. She was the same as his ink in every way.
She stepped out of the hole and the dirt shifted back into place, as if she had never been there. Gavin gazed on her lovingly for a moment. Their noses nearly touching. Their foreheads rested together and her arm grazed along his back and around his broad shoulders. "I've missed you." He whispered. He hadn't brought Libby to life in some time. It was always so painful to see her, but his eyes began to film with a shimmer of tears. "I've missed you more." She said simply. Her words were not filled with emotion as his, but merely flat almost like a recording. Gavin gave her a single kiss on the lips and then she began to melt away. She seemed to liquify in front of him and melt into his arm.
Her cheek touching his skin seemed to drip in that direction. Her arms around his shoulders liquified and ran down his shoulders in the direction of his left forearm. Her legs dripped and pooled back into the dirt and in moments she was seemingly sucked back into his skin. The only bit that remained was which that had pooled in the dirt. Gavin knelt down and absorbed it as well. She was back again. Whole on his arm yet again a painful reminder. Gavin stood back up and looked at his new friend. The quiet stranger who had watched this all without a word thusfar. "There's a whole lot more to this place than just flashy powers. It's home to alot of us. People just wouldn't understand. It's a place where you can find yourself. It's a place where you can be who you are." Gavin's words trailed off as he looked at the butterfly that had escaped from the kid's hand and flew off again. "Name's Gavin Sinclair. I run this place. Just a group of mutants trying to discover ourselves and find a place that we call home." He took a humble bow and blinked away what remained of his painful tears. Gavin even forced a smile as he leaned back up and smiled at his potential new recruit.
His blue eyes took in the beauty of the small insect in his hand. It was so fragile, so weak. It in some ways reminded him of himself. He watched as it tried so hard to fly away but one of its wings had a tear. Without a second thought he gently touched said wing with a finger and the rip began melding together again. “There we go… sorry little one.
James jumped a bit as he heard the voice from below him and searched. There stood a man, his body from what he could see was tattooed up and down his arms, but the face didn’t match with the image he tried to portray. It looked too round… too innocent? No, innocent wasn’t the word, but it certainly wasn’t useless in its description. “What these things? Had them since I was born.” He shrugged, wanting to play off being cool and calm while he was slightly nervous. He hadn’t meant to be flying tonight. He was supposed to be finding himself, not chasing after little things.
Letting himself float down to the ground he watched as the man almost seemed to run out to him. It was a bit unnerving, but at the same time he felt almost important. “I’ve seen real mutant fights back home. I don’t need to be reminded that it happens everyday.” He felt the butterfly crawl up his arm some as it extended its little mouth dabbing at the pale limb. “Besides, I’ve been in some myself. Doesn’t make for entertainment for me.”
His wings began to shrink as he leaned for his jacket. However, the man caught his attention as a tattoo began oozing from his skin. ‘What the hell?’ James thought as he watched. He didn’t know whether or not to be freaked out. This was something on a totally different level than himself. He could manipulate his own wings, turn them to anything he wanted, he could do it to other people with wings too, but still.
He watched as the blob absorbed into the ground and a flash of imagination sparked. He had a creeped feeling that the thing would pop out like those zombies from a 70’s horror film. He was right, as he noticed the hand. “Holy shit!” He fell on his rear and held his jacket tight. He couldn’t pry his eyes from the scene though as the man pulled up a beautiful woman. He watched the exchange of lovey dovey stares until she was pulled back to his arm.
James hadn’t even noticed the butterfly had flown away. “Uh… yeah. Pretty sure I can find myself someplace else.” With swift motion he stood again and dawned his Fool’s jacket. Even though he was just a prospect he felt apart of a family. He couldn’t deny that. They looked out for each other, just like how he thought these Carni’s did as well. At least most of them.
“Well, Gavin. It was nice meeting you, but I should be heading back home.” He said, pulling out the pack of Cigarettes in his pocket with a lighter. He turned his back on the man, whether or not that was a smart move, he didn’t really care. At this moment he wanted to leave and get back for some sleep.
Post by Gavin Sinclair on Apr 21, 2018 22:01:20 GMT
Gavin said nothing as he went to leave. He made no attempts to stop him. He didn't have to. He simply stared at the night sky. Leaning slightly against the trailer he allowed his foot to absentmindedly kick at some dirt on the ground. Gavin had safeguards. He wasn't above using sneaky underhanded tactics to keep mutants here that he felt were stars. With the right act based around them, Gavin believed that he could turn any mutant into a star of his circus. Every mutant was special. Gavin had no deep rooted swelling of mutant pride, but he did believe mutants to be superior to humans in every way.
Gavin had several aspects to his circus. He had the entertainers. The mutants with the light refracting powers and the ones who could fly around the audience and engage them on an up close level. He had his freakshow. Those were the mutants with the very visible mutations that stood in cages to be stared at. Their lives were more tragic, but they were never going to have normal lives no matter where they were. At least here they could be a part of something. There was the mutants with tremendous fighting potential. These were the biggest hits with the crowd. They were the ones who took part in the mutants fights. The crowds loved to see the mutants tear each other apart. But behind the scenes there was more at play.
Gavin had illusionists. Shapeshifters and practicioners of underhanded trickery. They would enslave and capture the mutants Gavin absolutely had to have in his show that didn't want to cooperate. Not all of his performers were here against their will and the ones that were eventually came to see his way, through mind manipulation and slight of hand. Even the mutants in the freakshow were happy to be here now. They were blissfully ignorant of what their lives lacked. Gavin didn't try to stop the young mutant because eyes were already upon them. Gavin could sense it. Other mutants at the circus had witnessed Samuel's display of flight. They would already be working on a way to keep him here. "Suit yourself." Gavin said almost defeated. "We're in town for an extended stay. For as long as we're here. You are welcome to come see the show free of charge. You'll be my guest." Gavin took a modest bow and walked away smiling.
He knew that somewhere beyond the veil of darkness his mutants were working. Standing off in the distance, peaking out from behind a circus tent flap was a little girl. She had a name once upon a time. Now she is only known as Scorch. She cowered behind the tent flap not wanting to get to close to the conversation between Gavin and this young man. She was a run away that Gavin found once upon a time. Now this was her home. She wasn't evil though her power was raw and uncontrollable. She didn't like getting to close to anyone. She watched carefully. She saw the other mutants lingering around this conversation. Unseen lurking in the shadows and hanging on every word. Gavin continued to walk away. This would be handled. As he walked away he nodded towards Andromeda. She had helped him before in securing 'talent.' Gavin put his arm around young Scorch and led her back to the show inside the big tent.
Post by Andromeda Cromer on Apr 21, 2018 23:22:33 GMT
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I want to hear you calling my name. I know you want it in the worst way.
Another City in another state just for a temporary life. People would come and get their thrills and at night this mutant family would count the proceeds. It wasn't the luxury life but for some of these souls calling this place home it was more a refuge. Some were here by their own willing nature and the rest had been altered to believe they wanted to be here. Andi spent her evenings being a fortune teller and side show time traveler. It was calm and a light environment for her because she could keep her emotions in check. Her skills of reading peoples minds made it so much easier to get people to believe the phony act. When her booth closed she typically returned to her trailer to try and drown out the thoughts of the carnival patrons.
It was just starting to get dark and she decided to call it a early night. Her trailer was at the other side of the carnival next to Gavins. It was nicer that most of the others living quarters. Mostly it was Gavin keeping her happy and taking care of her like he promised when she was a teen. It was the reason she decided to stay with him and his carnival.
Though she Just kept to herself and avoided contact with anyone besides Gavin. The last guy she had let herself get close to ended up being reported missing. Without trying or meaning to her powers took over and made short work of the human. Her mind was surfing through all the voices of peoples thoughts until she locked onto Gavin. Following it through the tents she stood of in the shadows.
He was trying to Recruit a Mutant with the prettiest feathered wings that she had seen. Part of her wanted to walk up and touch them but she feared that the would turn to ash under her destructive hands. Her eyes darted to Scorch who was peeking out not far from her. That little girl had it rough just like She did and it made her feel great pity for her. When the join the club sales pitch she watched as Gavin passed and nodded at her.
This meant that this bird man wasn't leaving their little family just yet. Moving from the shadows she tapped his shoulder and when he turned her fingers touched his temples. "Sleep and forget your past. Forget you family and friends." She spoke softly and watched the man fall. Using her powers she levitated him back to the trailers and found a empty bunk for him.
Letting him land on a bed she pulled up a chair and placed a Damp cloth on his head. It was the same routine she used many times. Make them forget and rebuild fake memories in their sleep. She rested a hand on his forehead and filled his mind with images of him traveling with the carnival. A whole new false life to make him more complacent. Removing her hand now she waited until he woke.
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James lit his cigarette before feeling a soft hand on his shoulder. Taking a deep breath he turned around, “Look man… oh, you’re not--” He stopped mid-sentence before she put her hands on his temple and told him to sleep. His eyes felt heavy, his body like lead. He didn’t want to forget again as everything went black.
Samael laid there on the bed. His breathing slow and even. His eyes moved under his eyelids as he dreamed. His brow furrowed at the cold wet thing he felt on his forehead, bringing him out of the dark abyss of his sleeping mind. A soft groan left his parted lips as his eye opened.
Piercing blue eyes searched for something familiar, something he could identify. That’s when they landed on Andi. Her auburn brown hair pinned up and her makeup on point. Trying to sit up he moved the cold rag from his head. It was gonna ruin his hair if it stayed much longer. He didn’t want one strand out of place. He only regretted trying to move his head. It felt as if he got hit by a freighter truck. But… how the hell did it happen? It felt fine for his performance, and now he can’t remember a thing about it.
“Ah...what happened?” He asked her as he laid his head back down. “It feels like my head is splitting open.” The throbbing was a nuisance as he laid there. He had only seen Andi a few times before, normally around Gavin’s side. A frown pulled at the corners of his lips. He hoped that whatever had happened to make him hurt so bad didn’t mess the show up.
Post by Andromeda Cromer on Apr 22, 2018 14:47:05 GMT
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way.
This was the same routine that had been used to many times. Just sitting in her seat and watching this new mutant sleep her powers would fabricate stories. The would travel into the other mutants heads who belonged in the circus to included this new member. The accident that caused him to be knocked out was now in everyone's head. She even sent the information to Gavin to keep him in the loop. Gavin was a high level mutant and even if she tried to take control of his mind it wouldn't be long lived. Not that she had reason to since he had given her a home and everything she wanted since he found her as a teen. Unlike alot of the mutants here, Andi wasn't a prisoner against her will. This place was her home of sorts so it made her decently content.
Now she waited with this mutant to make sure all her memory modifications were going to hold in place. On rare occasion she had to spend days to make the illusion real. The mutants with the happier lives and memories were always the hardest to convince their minds. Her legs where crossed neatly and he foot moved side to side as she read a book and waited. Hearing movement she peeked over the book to see the new guy already trying to sit up.
"Whoa now baby doll. You had quite a accident just lay on back down." Her tone was soft as she set the book down. "You dont remember? It was rehearsal and one of the light supports gave way. It hit you pretty hard." Fingers moved to fluff the pillows and after she quickly stood. "Get some rest and you'll be back to preforming in no time." Without much else she headed out the door and back to her quarters for the night.
Falling asleep she had visions of those pretty feathered wings. The next few days she went back to her life of isolation just working her fortune teller/ psychic booth. For most part she didn't bother watching the fights of other shows but she did find herself catching a glimpse of the cute guy with the pretty wings. Whether it been from the crowds in the tents or around the corner peeking. She would never say anything but instead go about her business and find herself under a tree reading books. Keeping a distance was for the best because t was the only way she could keep control. The walls would have to stay up.
His memory was foggy as Andi spoke. ‘That’s right…’ He thought as the memory started to clear. “Maybe that knock to my head did more of a number on me than I thought.” He was somewhat surprised though that Andi was here checking up on him. Samael knew her to be much more of an introvert. He hadn’t expected her to be there when he woke up. “Right… rest. Thanks, Andi.” He watched as she left, the sway of her hips hypnotized him before the door closed.
The last few days Samael had been feeling much better. His head didn’t hurt, he had healed well according to their healer. He was back into the show in no time. He had a thought about what he could possibly do to make things, bigger. Larger than life to give the show a little more umph. That’s when it hit him.
Looking around he didn’t know whether to go to Gavin first, or the person he wanted to help him with this idea. He decided to go and find Andi. He would need her for this show, but it couldn’t be confined within the big top. It would have to be outside to make it even better. Taking flight he kept low to make sure he could spot her. He wanted a second opinion…
Finally after what felt like hours, was only five minutes to find her sitting under a tree with a book in her hand. The raven haired boy didn’t like that she spent almost all of her time alone. He didn’t like to see a lonely woman. Except lizard lady… she could be as lonely as a turd in the wastelands.
Landing a large smile took over his features. “Andi! Sorry to bug you but I need a second opinion on something!” He exclaimed, the excitement almost too much for him to hold back. Sometimes he was like a kid in a candy store, ready to take samplings of every sweet that he could. Other times he could become obsessed to the point of nothing else mattered. “Please, please please hear me out.” He begged sitting next to her, his eyes gleaming with his eccentric energy.
“I have a new idea that I want to pitch to Gavin for my performance, but I’m not sure how he would like it. It would have to be out in the open, not under the Big Top. And I was hoping you could help me out with it?” He asked, nervous about her answer.
Post by Andromeda Cromer on Apr 22, 2018 21:49:53 GMT
[attr="class","Im"]
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[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I want to hear you
calling my name.
I know you want
it in the worst way.
It was basically her favorite and only past time to read. It was the only way she could escape her life and get lost in something else for a while. The distance she kept was with good reason and she didn't want the past to repeat itself. A few times the Carnival had to pack up early and leave because her power got out of hand. It always left devastation in its wake and she even had to bury a city under a rock slide just to cover the tracks.
So if it meant just spending time alone she would find a way to keep her mind busy. Right in the most exciting part of the chapter she suddenly heard a voice which caused her to peak over the top of her book. Her eyes went straight to the wings of the man and just kinda lingered. For a minute she zoned out only processing what he said in the back ground.
Apparently he had a new idea for some show and wanted to pitch it to Gavin. Which left her confused as to why he was bothering her with it. No one hear had seen her power except gavin because she just never showed it off. Letting herself get lost in that was like a double edged sword. "Um you should really talk to Gavin. He's the boss and has say over all the acts. I just work here."
She said politely as she looked over to the guy who made himself comfortable beside her. The warmth of his body was radiating off him and it made her heart race a bit. "I'm not sure what help i could be. I'm really not that powerful and I would be much help." This was a lie but what else was she supposed to do?
Going back to her book she tried to just go back to reading and hoped he would push the matter. Her gaze peeked over at the bird wings again before she pulled the book close to her face. Everything in her wanted to just be normal or to just have some minor power that she could control.
After a few moments she stood up and started walking back towards the Carnival. She could hear him stumble off the ground to follow and she hoped he was just going a different direction. He was cute and sweet but being around her would leave him as nothing but ash.
Samael frowned hearing her say she wouldn’t be helpful. “Don’t sell yourself so short doll face. It doesn’t suit someone as pretty as you.” He wanted to reassure her that she mattered in this because he wanted to make her matter. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited approval to speak his idea.
He was disheartened though as she closed her book with some force and walked away. Quickly he got to his feet, but stumbled some as he went after her. “Come on. All I need is a second opinion. Is that really so bad of a request?” He asked trying to keep his eyes on her face. He couldn’t resist sneaking glances at her hips though.
Most men could say they loved a womans tits, or a womans ass. But for Samael, it was the hips. They worked just like handles. And in that dress they seemed to flare out in the best of ways, down into a nice bottom to long legs. He couldn’t help but to stare. Before he knew it he had run into someone, “Sorry dude. Didn’t see ya.” He said casually, hardly any feeling in it at all as it turned out to be Ghost.
Mister pride and joy of the “mutant fights” the circus held. Honestly it was ridiculous. Samael didn’t understand why Gavin held them. It was just sick sometimes. And knowing it was staged was even worse. If he wanted to watch staged shit he’d go and watch WWE. His bird brain felt a bit scattered and his idea fell out of his mind being so distracted.
Then he remembered. “Hey uh… some of the guys later were going to set up the speakers and some music. Have a little relaxation before putting all the stuff away since it’s getting close to leaving day. Would you...like to go dance tonight?” A light blush showed on his cheeks.
Post by Andromeda Cromer on Apr 24, 2018 0:47:31 GMT
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"]
[attr="class","exhausted"]I like the dirty rhythm you play.
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I want to hear you calling my name. I know you want it in the worst way.
Of course he didn't head in a separate direction but instead he followed her. He really seemed to want her help and sad she would just have to give an opinion. As long as she didn't have to really use her power then it couldn't be so bad. That's what she truly feared and she didn't wanna loose control. She could see terrible things happen but she was powerless to stop the power inside her.
And was going to speak but she could feel him staring at her from behind. A heavy blush flushed right into her cheeks and she felt warm all over. "I guess i could help you. As long as I just have to watch." Her tone was soft and a bit flushed as she felt so embarrassed. Most of the mutants treated her like she was damn near invisible.
That was how she liked it but it did get lonely at times. Having no friends to talk to beside Gavin and he was more like a father figure then anything.Her pace picked up a little faster as she didn't want him to catch up and see the blush in her cheeks. Out of nowhere he asked her something that made her stop in her tracks. Andi had never really been dancing other than around her trailer with the broom or mop.
She felt like her face would melt with the blush and she turned around and looked at the ground. "You want me to go dancing with you?" Her tone was soft and almost cracked out at the end as she looked at him. She wasn't gonna hide the redness even if she wanted to it was apparent. Her eyes trailed over the feature of his face and those excited eyes just made her melt a bit.
"I guess that would be fun. When?" She asked trying to hide the excitement that was growing inside her. For once she felt like someone saw her as something other than a tool of something to be feared. "I uh... may suck at it." She admitted as her gaze found the ground again. When he took her hand she blushed more and followed him towards the fire pits. All the mutants had their own little hang out area but she only watched them from a distance before. The speakers cracked and she heard them talking and laughing as a song came on. It was a slow song from many decades ago and she loved it. "I like this song. Its one of my favorites." she blurted out.
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Samael was nervous for the first time in his life as he asked her to go dancing. He knew the guys would have things set up, ready to go, and he didn’t know Andi well enough to be able to predict how she’d respond. Most everyone knew her to keep to herself. Friendly though when you spoke to her, but for him, Samael didn’t know if it was just him or did she not want to like him?
Listening to her ask in disbelief he smiled at her, a hand nervously scratching the back of his neck. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to.” His eyes sparkled with ever growing excitement. His ego swelled seeing her cheeks so rosy red. He couldn’t help but smile bigger.
His cheeks began to hurt smiling so much. He felt like a giddy teenage boy asking out the girl of his dreams. Hell, if he had even remembered, it probably was exactly like that. “Well, don’t worry. If anything they’ll be jealous. Maybe not of our dance moves, but I got the prettiest girl on my arm.” He winked and took her to the fire pits. He watched as her dark eyes seemed to fill with light, adventure. He liked seeing that. His heart swelled feeling like he did something right today by asking her out.
‘Heh, an at home date. Sounds like a pretty good way of describing this.’ He thought and listened as the speakers came to life. He loved that sound, the crackling of white noise right before the first beat happened. Although you wouldn’t think it from his outer appearance, he liked oldies music. He watched as Andi’s eyes widened, a smile on her face. Hearing her say it was a song she liked made tonight even better.
“Well then my lady. We shall dance to your favorite song.” He said and twirled her into his arms. Taking her hips in his hands he kept them appropriate as they swayed to the rhythm of the song. The atmosphere romantic in a way as everyone fell into the song. Others stared in awe and shock as Samael held this beautiful woman tight.
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I want to hear you calling my name. I know you want it in the worst way.
Feeling like the redness would never leave her cheeks just made her happier. Honestly she wasn't sure if the other mutants hated or feared her so she just kept her distance. Didn't help that Gavin kept feeding her head with lies about the dangers of getting close to people. He wanted her isolated because That's how he kept power over her but keeping away anyone. For the most part she had been fine with that til this one particular mutant came along. He was the thing of her obsession and the literal man of her dreams. He was full of joy and wonder plus he just had a cute face that she couldn't shake.
Enjoying the music she squealed when he twirled her around. White gloved hands rent on his shoulders as she moves with the music. Stepping a bit closer she head rests on his shoulders as her eyes close. AS the moments pass the music starts to be drown out by the voices of the mutants around them. Trying to drown them out of her head she tries to remain calm. 'Monster.' 'How dare she come and act like shes one of us.' The others speak in their minds but it sounds like screaming in her head. Andi's body starts to tense up and suddenly she stops dancing.
Her fingers move to her temples as she steps back from Sameal and stares at the ground. 'Here she goes again with her fits.' 'i dont know why shes so special.' The voices continue and her brain cant seem to focus on one voice. Her hands move from her temples to her sides quickly balled up in a fist."Shut up!!" She screams as A wave of energy jolts and knocks everyone surrounding her over. A panicked gaze lands on Sameal before she feels a tear run down her cheek. "I'm sorry." The words escape from a cracking voice before she quickly heads into the darkness of the woods.
Once shes far enough into the center she falls to her knees. The trees around her start to disintegrate into particals and wood splinters. Stones levitate and hover around her head as she sits and pulls her knees to her chest. Her fingers rub her temples as she breathes deeply and tries to calm herself. All the while her mind screams at her for being stupid and thinking she could have just one normal night. Thats all it took and she could've killed someone with her lack of control.
Dancing with Andi leaning her head against his shoulder felt amazing. However, it all seemed to get ruined as everyone stared. He could feel Andi tense under his fingers. Her body moving away from his.
He watched as she put her fingers to her temple before she yelled and he felt something force him back. His wings softened the fall, but he wasn’t concerned about that. His first thought was to run after her. Looking around he glared at everyone. He didn’t know exactly what happened, but he wanted to find out. “You happy guys? You fucking proud of yourselves?” Letting his wings stretch out they grew and he flapped them.
Wind picked up as he lifted high into the air. He wished the trees weren’t so dense. His eyes searched as he flew. He was worried she’d hate him for asking her to do something with him. It felt so unlike him to worry about what someone else thought of him, but Samael could say he truly likes Andi. He wasn’t exactly sure what kind of liking it was.
‘I can’t be falling for her… I don’t know enough about her for that. She’s just so… mysterious. Such an unknown…’ His eyes caught sight of something wondrous. Trees disintegrating into thin air. ‘Is that Andi…?’ Flapping he floated in the air for a moment. Had she been trying to hide this?
Slowly drifting down he landed far enough away that he thought was safe enough. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say. He hadn’t meant for her to get like this. ‘This was probably why she was always alone…’ “Andi? It’s Samael… I’m sorry.”
