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lostcarnival2017-05-23 10:56 pm
steadydollypegs) wrote in lostcarnival2017-05-23 10:56 pm
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You've got your mother in a whirl ++ OPEN
Who: A MYSTERIOUS BEAUTY it Doll and you!
What: There's a new acrobat on the high wire-- where did she come from? Has anybody seen this chick around...??
When: Night 100
Where: Carnival grounds & Performance tent
Warnings: N/A
[BACKSTAGE]
This is nothing she hasn't done before, but there is a certain hum Doll is feeling while waiting to go on. It's a new crowd, a new place, but most of all it's a new show that she's trying to find her place in. If anything, she's going further into the headspace she's created for herself, the place she goes to when she becomes The Princess of the Noah's Ark Circus. She's not sure what she's supposed to be here, not yet, but she'll figure it out.
She sits off to the side with her parasol in hand, just watching the acts go on and off, taking glimpses of the crowd when the curtains part. She doesn't say a thing, just sitting and waiting, absolutely placid.
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Doll's acts have never been about flash or how many flips she can do in one run, she is poise and control. That's the act: she's her namesake, a living, breathing doll.
Her movements are fluid and precise, graceful and elegant, she isn't springing about or coming to any sudden stops. She does a sweet, cheery floor routine before riding one of the trapezes up to the high wire-- and predictably the entire crowd goes silent as she steps out onto the rope. This is really where she shines, where she's the most comfortable. She walks across the rope like she's taking an afternoon walk, she jumps and lands, moving her center of gravity to keep her balance as the rope sways under the movement. She slides into the splits, her parasol raised straight up. Grace, control, and elegance-- Doll doesn't falter once.
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[AFTER THE SHOW]
Even after a stellar performance, the success doesn't seem to go to her head at all. Doll leaves the backstage area with her parasol over her shoulder, walking towards the make up and wardrobe tents. She has to get out of costume and get ready to help everyone else, but she's not in any hurry. She's going at a controlled stroll.
What: There's a new acrobat on the high wire-- where did she come from? Has anybody seen this chick around...??
When: Night 100
Where: Carnival grounds & Performance tent
Warnings: N/A
[BACKSTAGE]
This is nothing she hasn't done before, but there is a certain hum Doll is feeling while waiting to go on. It's a new crowd, a new place, but most of all it's a new show that she's trying to find her place in. If anything, she's going further into the headspace she's created for herself, the place she goes to when she becomes The Princess of the Noah's Ark Circus. She's not sure what she's supposed to be here, not yet, but she'll figure it out.
She sits off to the side with her parasol in hand, just watching the acts go on and off, taking glimpses of the crowd when the curtains part. She doesn't say a thing, just sitting and waiting, absolutely placid.
++
Doll's acts have never been about flash or how many flips she can do in one run, she is poise and control. That's the act: she's her namesake, a living, breathing doll.
Her movements are fluid and precise, graceful and elegant, she isn't springing about or coming to any sudden stops. She does a sweet, cheery floor routine before riding one of the trapezes up to the high wire-- and predictably the entire crowd goes silent as she steps out onto the rope. This is really where she shines, where she's the most comfortable. She walks across the rope like she's taking an afternoon walk, she jumps and lands, moving her center of gravity to keep her balance as the rope sways under the movement. She slides into the splits, her parasol raised straight up. Grace, control, and elegance-- Doll doesn't falter once.
++
[AFTER THE SHOW]
Even after a stellar performance, the success doesn't seem to go to her head at all. Doll leaves the backstage area with her parasol over her shoulder, walking towards the make up and wardrobe tents. She has to get out of costume and get ready to help everyone else, but she's not in any hurry. She's going at a controlled stroll.
After
Ash crashed into the scene to catch up with her like a meteor of energy, still riding the adrenaline of putting magic into her music to weld the performance together into brilliance. Not that she had an ego, of course!
"You looked sharp as hell out there!"
So sorry for the wait! ;A;
"Thank you. The music was very nice, too."
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She waved a hand to dismiss the compliment. "It can't not be nice, that's no big." Which wasn't modesty, but simple fact. Nothing she'd done took practice or even effort, so compliments to it were about as pointless as compliments to her height. "Now your balance, that's what's amazing."
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Doll blinks at the dismissal of the compliment, surprised for a moment. Well, she feels similar, she supposes, about her cartwheels. They're really nothing, at this point. Maybe the music is the same...?
"It's all practice," she says with a small shrug. "I fell plenty'a times when I first started... Though it was only about six feet, not sixty, you know?
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Ash might have feline balance, but she was also six feet tall with a much higher center of gravity than Doll.
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"Do you just do music for the carnival, or something else too?"
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She frowns and indicates the marks Ash has on her own face. "What are those?"
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