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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:57 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:34 am
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Dove opened her eyes tiredly, each one feeling like a million tons weighed down each eyelash. Every time she opened them, they went back down as if pulled by an invisible elastic string. Finally, she got them to open. There was Dr. Hänẑ. "Welcome, my pet, to my laboratory..." he practically purred, his gloved hands rubbing together. "I'm not your pet. I'm Shadow Dove...." Dove said, quietly. Dr.Hänẑ let out a small but deep laugh, as if softly chastising a small child for spilling milk. "Not in my lab, deary. Not in my lab..." Dove frowned, and struggled to sit up. "Yeah, In your lab. I'm Dove." She said, a frown on her face, her brows pulled together. Almost instantly she felt a pain on her left cheek, and then the scientist pulled back, once again smiling pleasantly. He had slapper her. "No, sweetie, You're Experiment #00726." Dove frowned a bit, and kind of admitted that the name did sound right. "Moving on, kitten. While you were asleep, I updated your superficial cells. Deary, would you believe how out of season you were?" He sighed and shook his head. Dove (Ahem) Experiment #00726 looked up at the mirror ceiling. She almost screamed. "Jesus Christ!! Are you trying to make me look like a mannequin?" "But my sweet pea, don't you like looking pretty?" He purred. "No. I liked the old me. The circus me." Experiment #00726 practically shouted. "Tsk tsk... out with the old, in with the new." "No. No No No No. I hate this lab, I hate this "new me", and I hate you." She screamed, her voice rising until on the "you" she was screaming. "Oh my. It seems my sweetie pie needs a time out..." He said, his eyes looking like a disappointed father. Then his eyes turned cold. "Get 'er boys." Almost instantly, she felt a straitjacket forcefully pulled over her, then dragged her away into a dog crate in the next room. Dr.Hänẑ walked up to her cage, an insane smile on his face. "You should remember this place well, honey pie. This was where you stayed for the first year of your life..." And with that lovely note, he walked out of the room, and shut the light.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:52 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 9:58 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 10:42 am
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♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡XXXX⊰ ℒᵒᶺᶤᶤᶳᵋ ⊱XXXX♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡ The horrible sensation of falling filled her and for a moment she wondered why, when her, and the unfamiliar face below her, hit a hard tin roof. The air was knocked from her lungs and she allowed herself to collapse on top of the sculpted and firm chest underneath her, trying to breathe and get some air circulation. When a silky-smooth voice caressed her ear-drums and made her already pounding heart give a squeeze. She heaved herself up, using his chest as leverage and sat up, her head spinning. Her gaze dropped down to the man that she was currently straddling, her dress hiked up to her thighs, revealing a long, slender creamy-white leg. After the second that it took for her to realize that they had fallen from the uppermost trailer, and that it was her fault, she had rolled off him and her face had contorted into a kind face full of alarmed worry. She wasn't one be calm in these kind of situations, and her fellow dancers had grown quite tired of her crying in worry whenever someone slipped and twisted their ankle. In fact, if blood even entered her sight she would pass out, be it her own or someone else's. Loviise knelt next to him, her arms waving in the air, then over his chest, and then she gently lifted his head, checking for a bloody mess. When she found none she pulled away and launched to her feet. "A-Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I? Sh-Should we go to the hospital?" She stammered. She took a quick step back and suddenly she disappeared from view. A low moan sounded from the ground below, and she lay on her back, staring up at the sky while her head went on an uncomfortable, spinning roller-coaster.  XXX XXX |
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 11:27 am
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 "You touch this limit, something happens.
And you suddenly can go a little bit further.
With your mind, power, your determination,
Your instinct, and the experience as well...
You can fly very high." - Artyon Senna.Ʌятαxιυs 「Ʌятιє」 βαяиαвαs
Ҭнє Ϩσи θғ Ӈєямєs Ʌиδ Ҭнє Ҁιяcυs' Ʌиɢєℓιc Λssιsтαит Ҭнιєvιиɢ Ҭнєsριαи
 Artaxius, who normally sleeps in the trailer right under the Ring Master, awoke with a start from the couch; where he sleeps. He yawned and rubbed his eyes lazily and rather absentmindedly said, "... Nyehh... Is it time to get up already? Time flies by..." He scratched his forehead and stood up to check outside his window, only to find that the daylight was just meeting the horizon. Sighing deeply, he called out in a tired, bored voice, "Hey! It's not even six in the morning yet. Go back to bed, for gods' sake." He muttered on, more to himself, "I swear, everyone is growing more and more into night owls. Embrace the day, geez."
He flopped himself back onto the couch and covered himself completely in his covers, trying to fall back to sleep. He kept moving though, as was his impatient, childish nature and, getting up again, mumbled, "Oh, screw it. Might as well get ready for the day and start cooking breakfast for everyone." Slipping one of his many dark gray-blue long-sleeves to cover up his slim, yet certainly toned chest and strong back, then adjusting his white pajamas for a moment, he walked out of his trailer and began climbing down to start cooking. 'Alright, so how about some... Bacon and eggs? No, too typical.'
His thought train was interrupted when he saw someone fall from a nearby height and, jumping down as quickly as he could, he helped her sit up.
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   Alastor couldn't help but begin quietly chuckling at the girl's disposition when his eyes widened as he saw her figure almost immediately slip from sight. He bounded down, noticing that Artaxius was already going down to help. He then remembered whose trailer they were on; poor little Artie's. 'I owe him an apology later. And maybe a favor for waking him up,' he bitterly thought as he landed softly near the two, kneeling down. He said a bit flatly, "Thanks Artie..."
His attention now darting back towards the ballerina, he asked worriedly, "Are you alright, my dear? That was quite an even worse fall than my own. Oh, and, for a second, I thought you were, at least, better than the unconscious state I found you in." His brow creased in sweetened worry as he peered down at her, checking to see if she was injured in any way. He never really knew how to deal with normal human injuries, but, surely, they were similar to any other's. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:19 pm
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♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡XXXX⊰ ℒᵒᶺᶤᶤᶳᵋ ⊱XXXX♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡ "Oh..." She groaned as she was helped into a sitting position. She stared down at herself for a moment, her mind trying to understand once again what had happened. It didn't appear that she had any luck with anything more than two feet from the ground today. She slowly and surely got to her feet, several twigs and leaves clinging to her mess of golden locks. She brushed herself off, grimacing. The look obviously wasn't one that took hold of her features often and it turned into more a of childish pout than a look of disdain. No bones were broken and nothing was sprained, thank god, and just a dull pounding of soreness occupied her back. "Well, thank you. For breaking my fall and taking me to..." Her gaze wandered her surroundings as her mouth screwed up in a confused way. "Safety."
She turned in a small circle, looking about. Her shoulders slumped with disappointment. Loviise was now back where she had started. This was the place that she had wandered to earlier, and that's when everything had started. "My name is Loviise Miuttii. Do you think that you could help me find my way to the pier? I have to catch the ferry back to the city; I have a performance tomorr--rather, tonight. If I don't return soon, my friends will wonder what's happened." The last part was insurance. If she wasn't able to get off this island then someone would come looking for her. Hopefully. XXXXXX |
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 12:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 1:19 pm
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"You touch this limit, something happens.
And you suddenly can go a little bit further.
With your mind, power, your determination,
Your instinct, and the experience as well...
You can fly very high." - Artyon Senna.Ʌятαxιυs 「Ʌятιє」 βαяиαвαs
Ҭнє Ϩσи θғ Ӈєямєs Ʌиδ Ҭнє Ҁιяcυs' Ʌиɢєℓιc Λssιsтαит Ҭнιєvιиɢ Ҭнєsριαи
Artaxius could obviously tell that the Ring Master was becoming a bit possessive; a trait that he shows when he first starts liking somebody. He smirked knowingly and giggled, "You're welcome, Alastor~" He went off to continue on his way to cooking breakfast, now in a much more happier mood knowing that their own leader was falling in love. It slightly saddened him, though, in truth, for he himself was in love with the Ring Master's darker and fiercer side, Erebos Enigimana, but that was knowledge that barely anyone knew except himself, Bast, Erazybeth, and Celeste. A shame, too, because it was the same guy, after all...
He passed by Bast and Celeste and couldn't help but notice the slightly dreamy and glazed look in her eyes and he simply just burst into a fit of giggles as he childishly thought-sang, 'Celeste and Bast sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!' He did note, however, that Bast's returning gaze was more out of friendship and, shaking his head, he countered himself, thinking, 'Oh, no. I think we've got mixed signals here. Damn. Never mind. Such a shame, too. They'd look kinda cute together.' Then, he arched an eyebrow as he continued on his way, retorting in his thoughts, 'Isn't she in love with Alastor, too, though? ... What a mess, relationships are...'
He had a knack for intuitively knowing all the romance that goes on at the circus, and would be a major gossiper if he were female.
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Alastor looked downcast, as if he were going to unburden the most horrible news to the young lady. He fake-gulped and then said slowly, "I'm afraid the ferry, due to it being Sunday, will only come in the afternoon today, near the evening. And, even with that prospect in mind, I don't know exactly when it shall arrive." He was being truthful when he told her that, though, in his plans, he was hoping she would never leave at all.
He half-smiled and said consolingly, "I shall let you stay, though, if you'd like. At least, until the ferry arrives... Just as long as you stay within my sight for, as long as you're under the protection of the Ring Leader, no one will dare to harm you." He depressingly thought to himself, 'Except my own self.' He could still feel the memory of being able to feel her pain the night before when he struck such a blow and having invaded her personal thoughts and emotions.
He knew that his true form wouldn't take kindly to taking care of this human female, but he felt that it has become his duty to try and make her stay... As well as, now, protect her from the dangers of his never-ending want for life energy to supplement his practically demonic needs at night. |
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 1:47 pm
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♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡XXXX⊰ ℒᵒᶺᶤᶤᶳᵋ ⊱XXXX♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡ The woman's shoulders slumped and her entire mood seemed to drop. She was afraid to be stuck on the island, but with this man, who appeared to be nice enough, she was sure that she would make it through the day. In fact, the Ballerina was completely determined to. She was going to prove to herself that she wasn't just a girl with a pretty face and nice clothes. She was an athlete, and star participant in one of the most physically demanding sports on Earth. She steeled herself against the day and squared her shoulders, giving herself a small inner pep-talk. "Okay, I suppose that I can wait. It's better than swimming." She turned to him as she shrugged out of her fur coat. The day was already looking to be a beautiful one, with birds chirping in the trees and the sun smiling down on them. It was probably going to be a hot one, as well. She peeled the silk gloves from her hands to reveal dainty, elegant fingers, the nails lacquered with a blazing red.
"First of all, though, kind sir, I have to ask. You wouldn't happen to have any clothing that I could change into? Wearing the same dress two days in a row does feel rather...Uncomfortable." She nodded. She definitely wanted to change from her clothing. Maybe to something more comfortable. She took an ivory silk ribbon that was twined around her wrist and put her hair up. It was growing hotter by the moment.XXXXXX |
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