Welcome to the Freak Show (Open & Accepting)

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Jamie Ann
She raised a brow, “You gonna be ok to go on?” She put one leg down and lifted the other leaning into the stretch,
“We can’t have you choking and or dying on us darlin.” She laughed softly and laid on her back lifting both legs and grabbing her toes

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Mayra

“I’m good, Robin.” Mayra said, getting up and walking back in. She often called Mr. Robinson “Robin”, and she doesn’t really care if he cares. She looked around, still waiting for Kar. Its been a long time since she hasn’t done an act without the Wild kid, so she knew this wouldn’t be the best show in the world.

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Blanche de Castile | Clown

"Yeah yeah yeah. We're on it, Robinson" Castile cooed in singsong voice, gazing at herself wide-eyed in the mirror as she applied her cherry-red lipstick, letting it turn her lips a dark rouge before drawing on the coal-black harlequin marks and details, the shadow around her eyes making the brown irises pop. She blows herself a kiss before standing up again, her black and white checkered outfit emblazoned with little fleur-de-lis and black leather boots tall enough to make a dominatrix swoon. She breezed out of her tent in a puff of hairspray, checking her platinum-blonde curls a final time before taking a small curtsy before Mr. Robinson, a grin lifted on her painted lips. "Ready to make some magic.... on your command, Mister Ring Leader~"

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Mr. Robinson
Walking past slowly, Mr. Robinson runs his hand quickly through Castile's hair, smirking. "Good," he starts. "I expect you will be excellent out there as usual." He begins to walk away, standing off to the side of the main stage, listening to the audience cheer. He sees Mayra looking for Kar. Feeling himself grow a little agitated, he walks away from where he was standing, taking quick glances from behind the tent to spot the boy. Cursing under his breath, he returns to Castile. "Enlighten them," he commands, signaling her out.

Rae
Casting a fake smile, she nods. "It is great. It's definitely a city full of energy." She comments, finishing up with the nets. She signals some of the helpers over to set it up for the young girl before digging into her own luggage, realizing she was falling behind in her preparation. "Very....great." She spats, trying to keep her temper down. She finds her crystal ball, seeing it was covered in fingerprints and dirt. She lets out a huff before going back to find tarot cards.

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Samara
She called out as she finshed tying up the net, “Net’s up!” Then She turned towards Blanche and smiled turning over, “I like your makeup Blanche, I can’t seem to find the perfect color for me.” She laughed, “Break a leg tonight, your act is amazing” Samara definitely thought Blanche was the coolest person she had met at the circus, she really admired her act and especially loved her makeup


Julie Ann
“Well do be careful..I have to get in position on my top platform” she smiled and waved climbing up the ladder and sat on the platform looking down as she stretched watching the people mill below with a large grin as she leaned against the pole

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“Where is that crazy kid...” She said to herself, slightly nervous. She forgot about, and went over to sit down. She noticed Edward out of the corner of her eye, but ignored him. The clowns were slightly funny in her opinion, but she isn’t the crowd.

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Blanche de Castile | Clown

"Oh I'll get them excited Mister, don't you worry" she gives a cheeky wink, grabbing her sparkly baton and signaling for the trainer holding her horse to be ready to release it onstage in a minute, then grins and gives a flourish of a wave to Samara as she passes by. "Well thank you darling ~ you look marvelous tonight, I'm sure I've got a color somewhere that fits you perfectly, you've just got to experiment a little" she gives another wink, and with a flip of her curled-up hair and a confident strut she was out in front of the audience, brandishing her baton and making her rounds. "HELLO Chicagoooo!" her voice rings out into the theater, a raucus shout from the audience fueling her as she twirls her baton, moving from place to place, conversing and using little sleight-of-hand to keep the audience intrigued. When the horse came galloping out from the curtain the audience gasped, but Blanche strode upon its back with ease, continuing to perform with a gusto that drove the audience wild.