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by broker » Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:55 am
OOC: Added <3 great forms guys. :')
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by aurora.borealis » Mon Apr 28, 2014 4:41 am

Name: Lyssa May Hartley
Position: Four
Personality: Lyssa is quite a hyperactive girl who always wants to be in the know; however she's quite considerate of how others around her are feeling and she tries not to get in their faces if their feeling tired or stressed. She's really friendly, and is often very happy; she's fun to be around and is very easy going when it comes to shows or rehearsals.
When she feels threatened or her powers are playing up her mood often dips to low and she doesn't like to be disturbed; she gets grouchy, moody or tired after running for a long time and you'll often find her trying to get her hands on some food or drink; regardless of who it belongs to.
Why did they join the circus?: Before joining the circus Lyssa was part of a very wealthy family. They all expected her to be quiet, and do as she was told but sadly for them she'd never really been one to take orders. Being the headstrong teenager she was (and still is) she ran away from home, carrying nothing but a few clothes, a big wad of cash and her iPod refusing to ever look back. Sadly, she couldn't run for too long and before she knew it she had run out of money, sold her iPod and her clothes were in tatters. She still refused to go back to her family and so she got a job at the circus at the age of 15. She adores it with all of her being and she would never replace her new family with her old one.
How long have they been preforming?: Two years, but luckily for her she's overly confident.
Other: N/A, as of yet..
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by broker » Sun May 18, 2014 9:43 am
[ Noah causally looked up to the clear, open blue sky, as a light spring breeze skimmed across countryside. It had been barely two days since Noah and his companions ran away, he considered grimly the accounts of what happened that day, and the decisions they made.
It was hard to see the audience that once marveled at your performances to result in screams of confusion, and terror. The majority of the performers grew up at the circus, he could only imagine the strength they had to muster to leave their home, and the distressed caused to their crowds. Noah didn't have much to object against. The only thing that went wrong for him was a show cancellation due to his 'absence'. The others, weren't so lucky. Although the circus was the only home he ever remembered, leaving it wasn't as hard for him as some might assume. It didn't matter to Noah if he was leaving adventure, the fame, it was family that made his home, Noah reflected appreciatively, flashing a glance at Gayle.
They were out in a field, alongside an empty country road. Since their unpredictable 'episodes' show no sign of stopping, they all agreed it was their top propriety to keep the public safe and away curious eyes. Their destination, was unsure. When running away from the circus, they didn't consider where they'd go. Now that they were safe from the public, finding help, was an unspoken and difficult subject. Noah fasten his brows, reflecting off this notion thoughtfully. They didn't know where to start looking for a doctor, more or less if there was a doctor skilled in this 'special' profession. Noah began fiddling with a neatly folded sheet of paper, placed soundly in his front pant pocket. Retrieving the sheet of paper for what seemed the tenth time that morning, he weighed it non-nonchalantly in the palm of his hand. He hadn't thought of reading it's contents. It was acted more as of a stress ball, just something for his fingers to wrap around when the boy was in deep thought. With everything that was going on, what could a small, wrinkled sheet of paper possibly contain that could aid them in their quest in the first place? ]
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by aurora.borealis » Fri May 30, 2014 4:01 am
Lyssa sighed, arching her back slightly, she ached all over and was not happy to be back on the run to say the least. At least you've got your family with you this time, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked at Noah and then at Gayle. She'd been trying to avoid thinking about the circus, the way the audience had fled the moment that their new..gifts had made an appearance. It'd been a difficult 2 days since then, the audience's screams and shrieks of terror were still echoing in her ears.
Goosebumps prickled her arms and she wasn't sure whether it was due to the cold, or the memories that had just attacked her. Either way she rubbed up and down her forearms, looking at the floor sheepishly. Her stomach rumbled and she blushed, her hands immediately rushing to land on it, willing it to stop. Noticing the small piece of paper in Noah's hand, she tilted her head to a side questioningly trying to avert the attention away from her tummy.
She knew he was thinking, and probably didn't want to be answering twenty questions, but that piece of paper could potentially set them on course. Lyssa cleared her throat as quietly as she could, scared that her voice would come out croaky, "What's on the paper Noah??"
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