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♤♧♡♢ Proud and In Pain ♤♧♡♢
◤Walking with Vi to the practice tent → Practice Tent (Making an Announcement)◥
"Good morning, your highness~ Excited to get fixed up I see.." Prince furiously nodded at Morticia's words and sauntered over to where the doctor was sat at. Despite being in a room wherein death seemed to be the main motiff considering that every seat was a coffin, and the fact that a creepy smile rested on Morticia's face--though if he had to be honest, when was Morticia's smile not creeepy--Prince oddly felt a bit calmer. Perhaps it was because he heard the words 'fixed up'. He smiled at Morticia and was about to thank her, even thought she had yet to fix him, when she spoke once more. This time, her words weren't as comforting as before. In fact, the held no sense of comfort in them.The word 'experiments' caused him to freeze up. Prince gulped his own saliva as fear took over ever fiber of his being. It wasn't just the experiments part that he feared, there was of course the part where he wasn't getting fixed any time soon.
He bit his lower lip, weighing his options unconsciously mumbling them as he did. "One, I could just proceed with going on the show in this... predicament. Or I could just let Morticia experiment on me and hope for the best." He sighed. Both options were bad. The question was, which of the two was the lesser evil? Before Prince could formulate an answer to his little question, he suddenly heard the ringmaster's booming voice enter the tent. It sounded so clear that Prince even thought that the ringmaster himself was in the very tent with him and Morticia--which would be quite the horrible situation for him as he might pick up on him breaking mime laws, or so to speak. "All performers of Cirque De Mortifica', meet Margaux and myself in the practice arena as soon as you are awake, we have some announcements, promotions, and some rather interesting news."
During the ringmaster's announcement, Prince found his eyes fixating onto the black journal in front of Morticia. Writings were scrawled onto it but nothing that Prince understood. Either they were written in a different language or were just things that Prince didn't have the knowledge in, or it could've very well been both. As soon as the announcement was over, he looked towards the emerald eyed doctor and spoke his thoughts. This time however, unlike before, he didn't even attempt to act out his words with his hands. As it seemed, the mime was slowly getting accustomed to speaking and that was definitely not a good sign.
"Looks like our king is beckoning for us performers." He heaved yet another sigh for the day. Prince was dreading the moment when he'll have to face the rest of the performers, well, at least with the given situation he was in. Prince had nothing against the others, it's just that he really really really didn't want the knowledge of him having turned into a talking mime be something that everyone knows, especially the ringleaders. "I'll be back in a while Morticia. Hopefully by then you get an idea on how to solve my little... err, problem." Upon uttering those words, he made his exit from the tent and headed towards the practice tent. Prince could only hope that no one, absolutely no one, interacts with him and causes him to slip up and reveal his little secret.
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"A good meal can cure anything."
Margaux looked down as the fortune teller pushed a bowl of mushy prison food towards her. She looked at the bowl in disgust. Is she joking? What the hell does she look like to her? A fucking pig? Margaux's spiny, long, index reached down to touch the wheaty, moist, texture of a so called "breakfast". Not even a second later, her finger jolted up from the bowl in utter disgust as her head snapped right back up to give the heathen a death glare.
"You've gotta be fucking joking. Absolutely not. How dare you try to give the person who gives your fucking paycheck this?" Feeling very annoyed with Nadya's offer, Margaux pushed the bowl towards her with brute force, knocking the bowl down in the process. "Clean up that mess. You're despicable." Realizing her actions, Margaux looked towards the other female in the room with a brief second of apologetic eye contact. Was she about to help Nadya with cleaning up the bowl? Hell no.
As for the mirror, Margaux took it gently, as to not cause another barbaric act of sleep deprivation. She held the mirror to her face and surprisingly enough, there was nothing on her face but the look of deep misery and dark circles. Margaux gave the mirror back to Nadya, not uttering a word of gratitude or thanks. Margaux noticed that her husband was supposed to be in the room a long time ago. Her eyes darted around the carriage, not able to find what she truly desired. Margaux turned her head back to Nadya.
"See you at the practice arena, heathen." To try and lighten the dark and awkward mood that was circling the room, the ringleader smiled at the woman who seemed to be okay with her savage torment. She then realized that this was the first time she's probably ever truly smiled in a long time.
Finally walking out of Nadya's carriage, her husband's announcement finally came to her mind. She took another double take, hoping to find her "love". After a few moments of Find Waldo, she found the raven haired man. With Vi. Fuck this. Another woman? Now having a rush of anger and betrayal, Margaux clenched a fist until her knuckles turned white, only to have that fist pound into a carriage wall. Whoever heard the sound, would probably be startled by it. Clenching her jaw, Margaux stormed her way to the Practice Tent, concealing her temper once she arrived at her dreadful destination.
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The man smiled as his listened to the girls predicament about finding true Romanian Shisha in London - her need for the sweet substance would sure be the death of her one day, after exhausted searches across many planes of land to find what she truly desired. Perhaps they could all one day visit Romania, preform an astounding show; there was the absolute possibility that Romania boasted some rather hardened criminals who could use Mortifica's specialized treatment. "Romanian shisha? In London, England?," he pressed his rather large and up fronting hand to her head, musing the look of her having a fake temperature, "are you sure you didn't get knocked over the head in your absence, Vi?" T smiled with a toothy grin, removing his hand from her head before parting the break in the tents curtains and entering. He found the location where the rest of the circus was already gathering.
T had seen Margaux storm by just a few moments ago and now found her waiting on the broken wooden planks that were used as a small stage for announcements and what-not. She seemed rather angry with him, the reason rather unknown at the moment. Sure there were past digressions that gave her all the rights in the world to hate him, but he didn't clearly remember doing anything in it's current time that could have his wife in such a tizzy. T parted from Vi, stepping up to the wooden stage before everyone who had gathered around, looking to his wife momentarily before beginning to speak.
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"Thank you everyone for gathering so swiftly. As you all know, we run a special type of system here," T paused to loop his fingers around the golden chain with the equally metallic dog tag hanging from his neck, jingling it in a hinting unison to everyone around, "and with this system comes promotions. Now before we get to that, I have two small announcements." T smiled down at two select individuals, one being Nexx, the newest and biggest member of the circus who seemed to be crouching far off in the back of the crowd, shrouding himself from the eyes of everyone else. The second was the short and spunky blonde who had just arrived back from a job only today.
"Nexx, Illiya, please step forward."
T motioned for the two to come to the front of the crowd. "First off, welcome back Vi - I know most of you remember her and will do well to welcome her back into the family after her trip." T suggested with his hand she return back to watching the front. "This beast of a man right here is known as Nexx, Margaux and I have decided to welcome him to Cirque De Mortifica as our newest member and resident beast man. Please give him your warm welcoming and treat him kindly." T reached over to Margaux who had a plethora of jingly silver chains in her hands, he palmed the soft skin to get her wielding grasp before taking a simplistic looking chain with a level one dog tag attached to the ball-chain. He reached around to where Nexx was standing, dropping the silver chain into his open hands with a soft smile before ushering him back into the crowd.
"Now, for some promotions.. Margaux, if you'd please."
"As all promotions go, there are four lucky and skilled family members who have worked so hard to earn these dog tags. I hate to say it out loud but, I'm very proud of all of you. You've actually, for once in your lives, made me proud. If that's not an accomplishment, I have no idea what is."
Pursing her lips, Margaux decided that commentary was not going to be her forte, and continued on with the rest of the promotions.
"The first contender that I would like to call up, is our daunting Pyro specialist, Xavier Gemstone." Still feeling a bit shaken up and irritated, not once did she look at Xavier to rush him onto the stage. Gently pulling out a Level 2 Dog Tag from her silky smooth hands, she finally looked over to greet the Pyro. Smiling up at Xavier, Margaux gave a little nod as a gesture for him to slouch down so she could put the damn thing on his neck. Once that was over, she repeated the same process for Nico, Mina, and Dactrin; each with their own personal introduction. "The dazzling and.. Oddly flexible twins, Nico and Mina Di Angelo!"..."Please, do give it up for our extremely talented knife thrower, Dactrin Cooper." But, when it came down to Vi, a woman who had returned from her home away from home, Margaux scanned the crowd for any sight of the blonde haired threat, and a small sense of anger came to the ringleader. This was not a rare mood for the woman, but, something was different about how she felt towards the spunky female. Once spotted, Margaux cleared her voice to give one, final, promotion. "And.. Vi Monroe, everyone!" The introduction from the ringleader seemed to be forced and monotonous, but that didn't matter. Once Vi was on the stage, Margaux smiled at her, handing the woman a Level 3 Dog Tag. "Welcome back, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed your adventure." Once again motioning for the promotee to slouch down, Margaux slipped the last and final silver balled accessory onto the neck of a person who earned it, feelings of hatred and anger, fading away.
T looked to his right where Margaux was standing as she had just finished handing the Level 2 tags to a few select individuals. The man was proud to see his family show such initiative and vigor with circus work, and he was excited to watch Margaux hand them the tags - it brought a lively spirit to his much dead body.
"Thank you, my Love." He spoke softly, catching her eye and finding it held a sense of malice and hatred towards his own passionate emotional embrace. It hurt, to find she hated him below the surface, though it was to be expected.
"Alright, now that we have all that out of the way, I have one more thing to announce.." T paused, screening over the audience with his deep brown hues until they landed on a painted face who had been shying away from direct eye contact, or mere recognition the whole time. A sharp smile peaked on the tattooed man's face.
"Prince, would you please step up." His smile was that of genuine kindness as he waiting for the mime to approach the stand.
The mime's eyes grew wide with surprise. He forcefully cleared his mind of all thoughts in fear of him blurting them aloud and blowing his secret. One thing did escape his lips however, faint but he still heard his own voice, "Shit." Prince had a bad feeling about this. Regardless, he complied with the king's whims and moved through the sea of performers in the tent as he made his way towards the stands where T and his wife, Margaux, stood. Prince climbed up, the wood under creaked at this. Gloved fingers twiddling against each other, he slowly walked towards the two ringleaders and stopped once he was beside them.
T looked out towards the group he had come to know, cherish and adore. They were rowdy, and restless, and sometimes even insane, but they were family. His eyes softened as he looked to the man now standing in between him and Margaux. He was rather short, however still held an excellent stage presence.
"You are all family here; to me, and to Margaux. Family that is cherished, loved, and respected. We all share a bond of love and trust, and keep each others secrets - we cry each others tears and we aid each other in whatever they need." T paused to take in a short breath of air, the reality of what he was about to do, crashing down onto him. Demons didn't feel, however it seemed the body he had inhabited long ago wasn't ready to be fully taken over or relinquish it's human emotions. "That being said, we pride ourselves on the magic of Cirque De Mortifica', we don't make mistakes, as we are all trained professionals, and I expect each and every one of you to hold true to this, to cherish this fact, and to keep yourself in the game at all costs." He looked over to Margaux, then to Prince, noticing just how scared the man looked - it was a rather enjoyable site for a demon, but once again, the fleeting emotions of Thomas's body overwhelmed him. Quickly, he shook his body to rid the feelings; seeming to have been the solution to the problem, he relaxed into a state of bliss and sheer neutral emotion.
T slid up behind Prince, resting a soft, yet burly looking hand on his shoulder. A reassuring smile played itself across his face as his own eyes watched the realization flash before the mimes - a true testament to his acting skills.
Before a move could be made in defense or protest, T's other hand which had been laying in wait behind his back for the entirety of the announcement, swung up to Princes neck, a large wood-cutters knife crushed between the pure white knuckles of the mans hand. He veered the blade directly across the center of the mans neck, his large hand covering the blade for leverage. The cut was clean and precise, running the length of the mans neck which was now covered in a dark crimson liquid.
Prince didn't see it coming--no, that was a lie; he knew perfectly well that killing him was fully plausible. But still, he felt shocked. The world seemed to go on slow motion as he fell to the old wooden floor he could only look back from one leader to the other. Blue eyes remained on the man that had just slit his throat. For some reason he imagined death to be more painful. His eyes closed and his body collided with the floor. Dead.
"Silent, as a mine should be. Remember this lesson, everyone. Remember what Cirque De Mortifica stands for, I shouldn't have to remind anyone of this again."
T dropped the knife from his hand onto the wooden platform, as he spoke in a somber and carefree tone.
"Congratulations to those who have been promoted. I wish you luck in future exterminations. The show will begin in 13 hours, please be ready by then."
He jumped from the stage, padding his feet through the dirt ground of the practice tent. His fingers brushed against his lips, a cigarette was greatly needed. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the last wad of paper bliss before pressing it to his lips and swiftly lighting it with a match he had prepared moments before. Inhaling the sweet sin he tried to clear his mind of the dead body which was slowly growing father and father away from his back. He pressed his bloodied hand to his jeans, rubbing off the colour only realizing shortly after that it was near impossible to remove blood from denim.
♤♧♡♢ Proud and In Pain ♤♧♡♢
◤Walking with Vi to the practice tent → Practice Tent (Making an Announcement)◥
"Good morning, your highness~ Excited to get fixed up I see.." Prince furiously nodded at Morticia's words and sauntered over to where the doctor was sat at. Despite being in a room wherein death seemed to be the main motiff considering that every seat was a coffin, and the fact that a creepy smile rested on Morticia's face--though if he had to be honest, when was Morticia's smile not creeepy--Prince oddly felt a bit calmer. Perhaps it was because he heard the words 'fixed up'. He smiled at Morticia and was about to thank her, even thought she had yet to fix him, when she spoke once more. This time, her words weren't as comforting as before. In fact, the held no sense of comfort in them.The word 'experiments' caused him to freeze up. Prince gulped his own saliva as fear took over ever fiber of his being. It wasn't just the experiments part that he feared, there was of course the part where he wasn't getting fixed any time soon.
He bit his lower lip, weighing his options unconsciously mumbling them as he did. "One, I could just proceed with going on the show in this... predicament. Or I could just let Morticia experiment on me and hope for the best." He sighed. Both options were bad. The question was, which of the two was the lesser evil? Before Prince could formulate an answer to his little question, he suddenly heard the ringmaster's booming voice enter the tent. It sounded so clear that Prince even thought that the ringmaster himself was in the very tent with him and Morticia--which would be quite the horrible situation for him as he might pick up on him breaking mime laws, or so to speak. "All performers of Cirque De Mortifica', meet Margaux and myself in the practice arena as soon as you are awake, we have some announcements, promotions, and some rather interesting news."
During the ringmaster's announcement, Prince found his eyes fixating onto the black journal in front of Morticia. Writings were scrawled onto it but nothing that Prince understood. Either they were written in a different language or were just things that Prince didn't have the knowledge in, or it could've very well been both. As soon as the announcement was over, he looked towards the emerald eyed doctor and spoke his thoughts. This time however, unlike before, he didn't even attempt to act out his words with his hands. As it seemed, the mime was slowly getting accustomed to speaking and that was definitely not a good sign.
"Looks like our king is beckoning for us performers." He heaved yet another sigh for the day. Prince was dreading the moment when he'll have to face the rest of the performers, well, at least with the given situation he was in. Prince had nothing against the others, it's just that he really really really didn't want the knowledge of him having turned into a talking mime be something that everyone knows, especially the ringleaders. "I'll be back in a while Morticia. Hopefully by then you get an idea on how to solve my little... err, problem." Upon uttering those words, he made his exit from the tent and headed towards the practice tent. Prince could only hope that no one, absolutely no one, interacts with him and causes him to slip up and reveal his little secret.
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"A good meal can cure anything."
Margaux looked down as the fortune teller pushed a bowl of mushy prison food towards her. She looked at the bowl in disgust. Is she joking? What the hell does she look like to her? A fucking pig? Margaux's spiny, long, index reached down to touch the wheaty, moist, texture of a so called "breakfast". Not even a second later, her finger jolted up from the bowl in utter disgust as her head snapped right back up to give the heathen a death glare.
"You've gotta be fucking joking. Absolutely not. How dare you try to give the person who gives your fucking paycheck this?" Feeling very annoyed with Nadya's offer, Margaux pushed the bowl towards her with brute force, knocking the bowl down in the process. "Clean up that mess. You're despicable." Realizing her actions, Margaux looked towards the other female in the room with a brief second of apologetic eye contact. Was she about to help Nadya with cleaning up the bowl? Hell no.
As for the mirror, Margaux took it gently, as to not cause another barbaric act of sleep deprivation. She held the mirror to her face and surprisingly enough, there was nothing on her face but the look of deep misery and dark circles. Margaux gave the mirror back to Nadya, not uttering a word of gratitude or thanks. Margaux noticed that her husband was supposed to be in the room a long time ago. Her eyes darted around the carriage, not able to find what she truly desired. Margaux turned her head back to Nadya.
"See you at the practice arena, heathen." To try and lighten the dark and awkward mood that was circling the room, the ringleader smiled at the woman who seemed to be okay with her savage torment. She then realized that this was the first time she's probably ever truly smiled in a long time.
Finally walking out of Nadya's carriage, her husband's announcement finally came to her mind. She took another double take, hoping to find her "love". After a few moments of Find Waldo, she found the raven haired man. With Vi. Fuck this. Another woman? Now having a rush of anger and betrayal, Margaux clenched a fist until her knuckles turned white, only to have that fist pound into a carriage wall. Whoever heard the sound, would probably be startled by it. Clenching her jaw, Margaux stormed her way to the Practice Tent, concealing her temper once she arrived at her dreadful destination.
--
The man smiled as his listened to the girls predicament about finding true Romanian Shisha in London - her need for the sweet substance would sure be the death of her one day, after exhausted searches across many planes of land to find what she truly desired. Perhaps they could all one day visit Romania, preform an astounding show; there was the absolute possibility that Romania boasted some rather hardened criminals who could use Mortifica's specialized treatment. "Romanian shisha? In London, England?," he pressed his rather large and up fronting hand to her head, musing the look of her having a fake temperature, "are you sure you didn't get knocked over the head in your absence, Vi?" T smiled with a toothy grin, removing his hand from her head before parting the break in the tents curtains and entering. He found the location where the rest of the circus was already gathering.
T had seen Margaux storm by just a few moments ago and now found her waiting on the broken wooden planks that were used as a small stage for announcements and what-not. She seemed rather angry with him, the reason rather unknown at the moment. Sure there were past digressions that gave her all the rights in the world to hate him, but he didn't clearly remember doing anything in it's current time that could have his wife in such a tizzy. T parted from Vi, stepping up to the wooden stage before everyone who had gathered around, looking to his wife momentarily before beginning to speak.
--
"Thank you everyone for gathering so swiftly. As you all know, we run a special type of system here," T paused to loop his fingers around the golden chain with the equally metallic dog tag hanging from his neck, jingling it in a hinting unison to everyone around, "and with this system comes promotions. Now before we get to that, I have two small announcements." T smiled down at two select individuals, one being Nexx, the newest and biggest member of the circus who seemed to be crouching far off in the back of the crowd, shrouding himself from the eyes of everyone else. The second was the short and spunky blonde who had just arrived back from a job only today.
"Nexx, Illiya, please step forward."
T motioned for the two to come to the front of the crowd. "First off, welcome back Vi - I know most of you remember her and will do well to welcome her back into the family after her trip." T suggested with his hand she return back to watching the front. "This beast of a man right here is known as Nexx, Margaux and I have decided to welcome him to Cirque De Mortifica as our newest member and resident beast man. Please give him your warm welcoming and treat him kindly." T reached over to Margaux who had a plethora of jingly silver chains in her hands, he palmed the soft skin to get her wielding grasp before taking a simplistic looking chain with a level one dog tag attached to the ball-chain. He reached around to where Nexx was standing, dropping the silver chain into his open hands with a soft smile before ushering him back into the crowd.
"Now, for some promotions.. Margaux, if you'd please."
"As all promotions go, there are four lucky and skilled family members who have worked so hard to earn these dog tags. I hate to say it out loud but, I'm very proud of all of you. You've actually, for once in your lives, made me proud. If that's not an accomplishment, I have no idea what is."
Pursing her lips, Margaux decided that commentary was not going to be her forte, and continued on with the rest of the promotions.
"The first contender that I would like to call up, is our daunting Pyro specialist, Xavier Gemstone." Still feeling a bit shaken up and irritated, not once did she look at Xavier to rush him onto the stage. Gently pulling out a Level 2 Dog Tag from her silky smooth hands, she finally looked over to greet the Pyro. Smiling up at Xavier, Margaux gave a little nod as a gesture for him to slouch down so she could put the damn thing on his neck. Once that was over, she repeated the same process for Nico, Mina, and Dactrin; each with their own personal introduction. "The dazzling and.. Oddly flexible twins, Nico and Mina Di Angelo!"..."Please, do give it up for our extremely talented knife thrower, Dactrin Cooper." But, when it came down to Vi, a woman who had returned from her home away from home, Margaux scanned the crowd for any sight of the blonde haired threat, and a small sense of anger came to the ringleader. This was not a rare mood for the woman, but, something was different about how she felt towards the spunky female. Once spotted, Margaux cleared her voice to give one, final, promotion. "And.. Vi Monroe, everyone!" The introduction from the ringleader seemed to be forced and monotonous, but that didn't matter. Once Vi was on the stage, Margaux smiled at her, handing the woman a Level 3 Dog Tag. "Welcome back, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed your adventure." Once again motioning for the promotee to slouch down, Margaux slipped the last and final silver balled accessory onto the neck of a person who earned it, feelings of hatred and anger, fading away.
T looked to his right where Margaux was standing as she had just finished handing the Level 2 tags to a few select individuals. The man was proud to see his family show such initiative and vigor with circus work, and he was excited to watch Margaux hand them the tags - it brought a lively spirit to his much dead body.
"Thank you, my Love." He spoke softly, catching her eye and finding it held a sense of malice and hatred towards his own passionate emotional embrace. It hurt, to find she hated him below the surface, though it was to be expected.
"Alright, now that we have all that out of the way, I have one more thing to announce.." T paused, screening over the audience with his deep brown hues until they landed on a painted face who had been shying away from direct eye contact, or mere recognition the whole time. A sharp smile peaked on the tattooed man's face.
"Prince, would you please step up." His smile was that of genuine kindness as he waiting for the mime to approach the stand.
The mime's eyes grew wide with surprise. He forcefully cleared his mind of all thoughts in fear of him blurting them aloud and blowing his secret. One thing did escape his lips however, faint but he still heard his own voice, "Shit." Prince had a bad feeling about this. Regardless, he complied with the king's whims and moved through the sea of performers in the tent as he made his way towards the stands where T and his wife, Margaux, stood. Prince climbed up, the wood under creaked at this. Gloved fingers twiddling against each other, he slowly walked towards the two ringleaders and stopped once he was beside them.
T looked out towards the group he had come to know, cherish and adore. They were rowdy, and restless, and sometimes even insane, but they were family. His eyes softened as he looked to the man now standing in between him and Margaux. He was rather short, however still held an excellent stage presence.
"You are all family here; to me, and to Margaux. Family that is cherished, loved, and respected. We all share a bond of love and trust, and keep each others secrets - we cry each others tears and we aid each other in whatever they need." T paused to take in a short breath of air, the reality of what he was about to do, crashing down onto him. Demons didn't feel, however it seemed the body he had inhabited long ago wasn't ready to be fully taken over or relinquish it's human emotions. "That being said, we pride ourselves on the magic of Cirque De Mortifica', we don't make mistakes, as we are all trained professionals, and I expect each and every one of you to hold true to this, to cherish this fact, and to keep yourself in the game at all costs." He looked over to Margaux, then to Prince, noticing just how scared the man looked - it was a rather enjoyable site for a demon, but once again, the fleeting emotions of Thomas's body overwhelmed him. Quickly, he shook his body to rid the feelings; seeming to have been the solution to the problem, he relaxed into a state of bliss and sheer neutral emotion.
T slid up behind Prince, resting a soft, yet burly looking hand on his shoulder. A reassuring smile played itself across his face as his own eyes watched the realization flash before the mimes - a true testament to his acting skills.
Before a move could be made in defense or protest, T's other hand which had been laying in wait behind his back for the entirety of the announcement, swung up to Princes neck, a large wood-cutters knife crushed between the pure white knuckles of the mans hand. He veered the blade directly across the center of the mans neck, his large hand covering the blade for leverage. The cut was clean and precise, running the length of the mans neck which was now covered in a dark crimson liquid.
Prince didn't see it coming--no, that was a lie; he knew perfectly well that killing him was fully plausible. But still, he felt shocked. The world seemed to go on slow motion as he fell to the old wooden floor he could only look back from one leader to the other. Blue eyes remained on the man that had just slit his throat. For some reason he imagined death to be more painful. His eyes closed and his body collided with the floor. Dead.
"Silent, as a mine should be. Remember this lesson, everyone. Remember what Cirque De Mortifica stands for, I shouldn't have to remind anyone of this again."
T dropped the knife from his hand onto the wooden platform, as he spoke in a somber and carefree tone.
"Congratulations to those who have been promoted. I wish you luck in future exterminations. The show will begin in 13 hours, please be ready by then."
He jumped from the stage, padding his feet through the dirt ground of the practice tent. His fingers brushed against his lips, a cigarette was greatly needed. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved the last wad of paper bliss before pressing it to his lips and swiftly lighting it with a match he had prepared moments before. Inhaling the sweet sin he tried to clear his mind of the dead body which was slowly growing father and father away from his back. He pressed his bloodied hand to his jeans, rubbing off the colour only realizing shortly after that it was near impossible to remove blood from denim.
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