Çïrqµê Ðê lå Lµñê {Semi-Lit Professional Circus Roleplay}

[raggedy_anne]

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[Kites]

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[Nostalgia]

((I'm sorry that I'm not posting, but I'm waiting for the two people who posted before me to reply. Is that alright? ^^'))

[major tom]

[[I'm nearly finished with D'mitria's form, and I will most likely complete Arson's intro tomorrow morning. So far, it's long, boring, and nothing but fluff. . . >_>;]]

[Sparkly Ninja]

((Sorry, I'm really busy, I have my next post all hand written up, I see if I can get it up today or tomorrow.))

[Sparkly Ninja]

Allete the Highwire Performer

Allete nodded warmly to Damien and, even thought it was unfinished, her costume sent a dancing, shimmery halo around her feet. A halo of tiny stars that winked cheerfully in the half-light.

Her smile widened as Alexia spoke, The girl sounded more French than the French themselves.

"Ach! Une petite, you sound just as if the beautiful Paris was actually your home." She flashed the ringmaster a look, knowing that his daughter had probably heard his comment to Aeon, and raised her voice ever so slightly, "And I am most sure that you will speak with all accents very soon. You will be a wonderful as your papa."

As more performers came in, Allete followed Damien's lead, allowing her eyes to flit randomly over their costumes. The variety was stunning, each outfit different from any other, and the twinkling glitter and glam that bedecked all of the was simply and perfectly stunning.

Allete wondered silently if she looked that good. If, when she was suspended hundreds of feet above the empty space of a fall, she caught the light in such a way that a little girl, whose eyes were popping out of her head from the wonder of her first circus, tugged on her mother's sleeve with a tiny sweaty hand and whispered loudly, "Isn't she beautiful Mommy?"

She shook her head. She had no time for such useless fancies. She was a member of Cirque De la Lune, she was the very best of the very best. It didn't matter if some little girl thought she was pretty. All that mattered was that she did the best. All that mattered was that Allete had a job, that she was doing what she loved best and that people paid to come see her do it. That was all that mattered. Or was it?

[Kites]

{{I'll do another post when 2/3 more people have replied, or when the rest of the people enter the room. :) Thank guys ♥}}

[antler apathy]

Aeon Smith
Female | Thirty-Five | Cord Lisse

Aeon gave a short nod smiling slightly, "Ready as ever Damien." she replied stepping forward a bit more only to glance around as the other performers seemed to be slowly flooding their way in to the main ring. This was when she would retreat to the outer rim of the group, she didn't enjoy to be in a rather large group-- and she still had problems with the eyes on her during her performance, though she'd learn to cope, Aeon could still feel the regret of messing up on her cord as she twirled in the air.

"I'm off to polish these last pesky bits of design make-up. I promise I'll be back within fifteen minutes looking sharp and ready to perform Damien." She finally informed the ring master, turning on her heels to trot back to the mirror with her rather large and bulky bag hung over it. Aeon took he bag, unzipping it to reveal a whole array of necessary items used in the Cirque, and within those items lay her makeup, which was a fold out box filled with eyeliner to face paint-- of which she took out the metallic silver, and a very fine yes firm brush. A quick dab was all that was needed for her, as she pushed the brush around in the surreal colored paint, and then glanced up at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was already pulled back in to a tight ponytail, her hazel eyes starring in to the image blankly as she clutched the brush in her other hand. Then Aeon took the metallic coated brush to her face and gently traced the lines trying to define her earlier face paint. Next came the deep gray, which she used to line the silver, letting it stand out rather vividly. And if one were to look over it as a whole, Aeon hoped they would connect the wind, or maybe a wave with the swirled design covering her face.

[BlissfulFarrago]

[[Is this still accepting? :3]]

[Kites]

{{Yes it is Bliss.}}