Sinner's Parade [PM for Invite]

[Derelict Draught]

The T-90

Goliath reverts his attention to the girl who'd appeared from the shadows. Everywhere he goes there's someone new waiting to appear, at least this one seemed of a pleasant sort. Goliath shifts forwards, the tent material popping as the bonds it had formed with his back broke. If this girl was in charge of the costumes than she may be able to help him with his sun problem as well. For the moment she had addressed Shelley and he would wait until the pest was cared for. Even so, he couldn't help but share his thoughts. "Well it seems as though the fortunes smile. I'm Goliath. The girl there is Honey, beyond that I don't know. And this is pest. I mean Shelley. Trust me, I just saved you thirty minutes." Goliath stretches his neck as he waits for Shelley's inevitable stream of commentary.

[Solanum]

Tommy shrugged, his nostrils flaring and his arm shooting out before he could even register the action. Closing his palm around the frightened body of some kind of desert shrew, he shrugged. Sure it was small, but it was meat nonetheless. "I suggest you look away and cover your ears if you are uncomfortable with me eating live... shrews? At least I think it's a shrew." Moving his fingers down it's body, applying pressure on the tail to make sure it wouldn't come off, he dangled it above his jaws. Relaxing his grip, the shrew fell down, his jaws snapping behind it, cutting off it's wailing. The crunch of it's small bones being crushed between Tommy's premolars was sickening, but it was all over quickly. The taste of blood was sweet in his jaws, the metallic tang just adding to the effect. Rolling over onto his back, savouring the flavour, he transformed into a completely different cat. Compared to earlier, he was so relaxed... The meal, no matter how tiny, had helped lighten his mood.

I tried so hard and got so far | But in the end | It doesn't even matter

[LittleStarWolf]

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Shelly Kalt

"A shirt.. that would be nice. But I think mine is beyond repair." Shelley says gesturing to the rest of his shirt that covered Honey's wound, with a wave of his hand."I wouldn't mind looking for a new shirt though if you have any that fit my style." He said calmly and happily. And if fact he was extremely happy. He needed some new clothes, even though his style was a bit out there, he was pretty sure this girl would have some or at least know how to make them for him. He gave her a big smile, but besides what he said, he didn't say anymore. Shelley was finally getting tired and he had a lot on his mind, some to do with Goliath and some to do with this change of his life, that he was starting to realize might be more different than he expected.

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[Tordier]

Amy whipped her head around and squeezed her eyes shut the second she realized what Tommy was about to do. She flinched almost invisibly at the sickening crunch of bones and stayed frozen in place until the sound of swallowing told her it was over. Opting to keep her backwards eye shut, Amy turned her head slowly and hesitantly to see Tommy had rolled over. He looked to peaceful... She was glad. Tommy had been so tense lately. So, feeding Tommy makes him relax. She would have to remember that. The disgust she felt at having to endure the sound of death vanished as she watched her friend. He needed to live too. At least the shrew had not been caught by something that would have played with it for hours or something. No. Instead of disgust, she felt pity. What a horrible fate indeed. Amy doubted Tommy liked it any more than she did. She smiled at him briefly and then let herself fall backwards as well. On impact, she grunted. It was not from having air knocked out of her lungs, but pain. Her chest was still so raw and fragile... She wanted to savor this moment of peace. Soon one of the pieces of cactus was gone and she was feeling a lot more lively. Now just the other one remained... Though the silence was not awkward, Amy chose to break it.
"I was thinking... about life, you know. I wonder... where will I be in a year, five years... ten, even? I've already traded two lungs for two eyes... Who will I be, Tommy?"

[LittleStarWolf]

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Rajani
Mood: Sadness

Rajani couldn't help but shake her head soflty as she walked over to the trunk. She opened it quickly and looked through it trying to find one that would fit the Director's build. After a few seconds, she did. It was a white skin, about the same complexion, maybe slightly more tanned but it was the right size and color so it would do perfectly. Rajani than closed the trunk, moving a few body parts around to make sure the trunk shut right. Taking the arm in her hand, she walked back to the Director. Still without speaking, she helped reattach it, sewing a straight line. She had learned most of her sewing as a kid, having to take care of her own wounds on multiple occasions. She remembered one time when she was just seven, at the most, and a kid had pushed over a ledge of a bridge. It was a good thing she could swim or else she would have drowned, but either way she had got a good cut on her leg from a rock at the bottom of the lake. She had stolen a needle and some thread from a church and that night of the incident she had sewn of the cut. Rajani saw made most of her clothes herself so she was pretty good with a needle. Rajani shook her head, bringing her back to the future. "It's done. It should be okay to use but don't do any heavy lifting and take the day to get use to it." She said to the Director in a boring monotone voice, as if she didn't care at all what he did, but was merely stating a fact.

"You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind."

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(If you haven't notice by now.. I add her mood above under her name to help you know what mood she is in because most of the time she tends to not show her moods, even though my lines my betray what she thinking.)

[Solanum]

<I'd like to hope with me... Dream on Thomas...> Deciding against telling her his thoughts on the matter, he merely shrugged, remaining silent for a short while. It didn't last very long, he wasn't very good at keeping quiet when he wanted nothing more than to talk. "I'm not sure. We're restricted in what we can really do. We can't leave but we can try to make the best of what we have... Well, you get my point." Sighing softly, his shoulders losing all of their tension, he took a deep breath. "I've often wondered that myself, but never all that deeply. I don't really want to look ahead at a future that I might not even be around for. You can never tell with this place. There are worse predators than I, and The Director hasn't exactly been very impressed with me recently." His lips twitched into a frown, but he just rolled over to curl up next to Amy, his head by hers. "So... The Sinner's Parade hasn't had a show in a while. How long do you think The Director will wait?"

I tried so hard and got so far | But in the end | It doesn't even matter

[Iilyda]

Dale Linn

~If you just hold in your breath
Til you come back up in full~

Dale stood by Styles' side silently as the fighting continued, wincing as he watched the new boy attack. The sight of blood pouring from Honey's shoulder was enough to make his stomach churn - if a stomach it still was - but he made no move to intervene. He was useless in a situation like this, and it made him miserable. What help could a boy made up of twigs be against a boy with the jaws and disposition of a shark?

Dale wanted to help with Honey once the shark boy stepped away, but then he saw the direction of Styles' eyes, still following after this violent newcomer. His leaves quivered. It was the furthest thing from his mind to follow after a predator, especially after just watching it go into a feeding frenzy. But he couldn't bring himself to separate from Styles. Not after finally approaching him. And he wouldn't have Styles thinking of him as a coward. Steeling his nerves, Dale dragged his roots behind the magician, his eyes darting left and right, and came to a stop just outside the tent the shark boy had entered. He was suddenly hit by a wave of nausea, and a swarm of senses that were too faint to be anything but memories: bright, florescent light bulbs that brought stars before his eyes; a grating sound, like that of metal grinding against metal; a metallic hint of blood on the air; a pair of black gloves hovering over his head, growing nearer.

Impossible memories.

~Hold in your breath
'til you thought it through, you fool~

[Tordier]

"Hm...", she thought on that for a moment.
The next time they had a show, Amy had promised herself she would be a part of it. It would be her first performance, if she could hold out through her highly active routine. Perhaps today...?
"Maybe today, tonight... Tomorrow. Soon, but honestly, I don't think Mei went down without a fight."
She did not to leave it on a sad note like that, so Amy hastily changed the subject. The only thing she really had on her mind was that her first performance was coming up, so she spoke of that.
"Next time I go on stage, it'll be my first time too. Hehehe...", she chuckled quietly.
"Though with my luck lately I'll get stage fright too bad to do anything at all."
Though the statement was rather negative, her voice was light and teasing. Amy was getting back to her old self, cracking subtle jokes at every opportunity.

[Solanum]

Tommy smirked at her, chuckling softly. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. I wouldn't be able to cope, that is why I just sit and get poked by small children..." Rolling his eyes, he growled softly, the agitation returning. He couldn't help it, but whenever he spoke of it, he felt so angry. They expressed their opinions on the freak he had become, allowed their children to poke him and throw food he couldn't possibly eat, nor want to. There were a few occasions where he had actually yelled at some people, they had been pretty startled to say the least although it wasn't something he'd try again, as it had brought even more people to his cage. He hated being the center of attention, especially when it was for the wrong cause.

I tried so hard and got so far | But in the end | It doesn't even matter

[Tordier]

"Prefer being poked to preforming? That's good to know..."
Amy propped herself up on one elbow so she was laying on her side. She passed her cactus to the hand belonging to the arm that was supporting her weight, taking a large bite of it on the way. With her new free, and rather wet hand, Amy tapped the tip of Tommy's nose in a playful gesture.
"I WAS going to ask the Director to use one of the 'beasts' for my act, but...", she trailed off into silence and grinned widely.