Basic Information::
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username:
katastrophic
doll's full name:
Jasper Mccallum
shadow's full name:
Smiley Alfie Arthur Doog Arfington the 2nd
just goes by "Al" or "Smiles"
favourite topping:
Frank's Red Hot Sauce
"I put that stuff on everything"
Jasper's crush:
Kimba Kan
i ship so much
personalities:
Jasper:
- acts laid back but worries a lot
- is very good at cooking and is a
perfectionist when it comes to it
- likes a clean and well decorated room
- thinks little of himself sometimes
- a considerate person
- social but not too much
- wears socks and flip flops so his
feet don't get dirty and mess up his
house floor
- works horribly under stress
Al:
- uses his cute face to lure costumers
- not as innocent and oblivious
as he seems.
- speaks mostly in arfs and barks
- makes sure everything is
running smoothly
- pushy
- clever
- reads emotions like they're books
for dogs
- always has a plan B, C, and D
- facepaws when Jasper messes
up under stress
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How he met Kimba:
Plopping down in the shade behind one of the circus tents, I remove my cap and sigh. "Finally, some peace." I mutter to myself. Ironic, considering my surroundings were mostly just noise. The carnaval is still buzzing with life and the indistigushable murrmurr of hundreds of visitors as they pass by. However, it beat "having-orders-shouted-out-to-you-while-you-slave-away-over-a-hot-stove-in-blistering-heat" any day. Like always, as a hot dog vendor, I had to follow the crowd and today, I predicted that the population would flock to the circus dimension. I was correct, though I somewhat regret such after I recieved an endless line up of demanding customers. First chance I got, I handed the reigns to Al and slipped away. I don't know how a small dog like him can even make a hot dog, much less manage a buisness, but somehow he does. Smiles must be a pretty good salesmen too, if he can even sell food when no one around here eats nor can eat. That's not for me to worry about though. I'm just the cook that makes food no one eats. I let out another sigh and shift on the metalic staircase. Behind me looms large red circus tent with tiny yellow stars. I grip my yellow and red visor between my hands and lean against the tent frame. I look up at the sky, a baby blue fading into a darker shade. The night is nearly upon us and soon I know the rides will light up, beacons in the darkness and the show will go on....As will the orders I'll have when I get back. I close my eyes. Even if only for a moment, I want to remain here, where there is no time limit and no one jumps down my throat for the one second late order. Alas, reality is not on my side. Letting out a short laugh at my dramatic remark, I stand up. That's when I hear a sound coming from behind me. It's faint at first but it grows louder. It's a gleeful circus tune, the type you hear during a preformance like 10 clowns coming out of a tiny car or an elephant balancing on a ball. Curiousity pushes me to peek but I hesitate. I'm not even supposed to be here. This small passage way is for authorized personel only. I guess if you're looking to escape a crowd however, anything goes, even if it's a cramped and mucky pathway. Still...Oh what the heck. It's just a quick look. I peer around the curtain, careful to leave enough space to see while not revealing my presence. Eyes wide I watch the show. Multicolored beams light up the stage as the acts play their parts. There are tightropes being walked on, juggling acts, and even a few clown acts. Magic tricks rose awe from the audience and mimes delighted the audience with their tactics. This circus seems a bit abnormal I say, watching from afar. Suddenly, the room grows dark and a single light shines onstage. In the spotlight is a doll with long curly orange hair and piercing green eyes. A top hat is perched upon her ears. Her striped tail sways back and forth behind her. I stare in awe and she lights up something; a circle on a stand. She picks up the flaming hoop by a small untouched area and flings it into the air. My jaw drops as she takes the next step... launching herself through the hoop! Once she is suspended in air, she moves smoothly and calmly as she grips the trapeze swing. The swing moves back and forth. She steadies herself then lets go. She flips downwards with ease and lands perfectly in the center of the stage, grabbing the fiery circle from the air and taking a bow. The act was smooth and pruned to perfection, the effect of countless hours of practice. The crowd cheers loudly. The doll opens her mouth in a perfect smile. I find myself grinning foolishly. I look on with admiration. Silently pushing myself to talk to her one day. Maybe. I stand up, feeling like my breath got snatched from me, and I recall the nights highlight. The act was short, but I can't say that it was any less than it was, that she was any less than she was. Making a wish on a star to see her again, I walk away, grinning madly to myself.
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