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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.
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"I've been doing it for a long time. It's like tying my boots now.
"I'm still afraid of falling though. I'm calm because the audience doesn't want to see me afraid."
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"You can just tell yourself not to look scared?" He's not sure he'd ever be able to do something like that so convincingly.
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"Everyone had more fun when I didn't look so scared. It's better for the act if I play my part."
Better for Joker's health too, probably. And Jumbo, who'd waited in the shadows those first few nights, ready to run out and catch her if she fell. He said he'd stopped watching years ago, but Doll didn't quite believe him. She's alright with it, too.
"Being scared is normal, but it spreads real quick if you're not careful."
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"Do you even enjoy it?" It's a presumptive question to be sure, but for that brief moment his curiosity gets the better of him.
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She looks at the ground, thinking. If she didn't have to do this anymore, would she still want to?
"...I don't know what else I'd do," she says honestly.
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"...I know this place isn't the best, but I don't think anyone would mind if you wanted to try something different."
He's being presumptive again, and this time he knows it. He doesn't look at her while he talks, but rather towards the ground. Maybe she did like it and she would roll her eyes, get angry, or maybe even laugh. That was fine. But if she didn't, if she wanted to see what else she could do, well at least now she knew that too. Of course, she probably already knew and he was really just making a complete and total fool of himself.
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"Like what?" It's a genuine question, not an accusation or demand. "My family became circus performers a long time ago, since we left the East End gutter. I meant it when I said I don't know what else I'd do."
She doesn't think this boy has any malicious intent, or that he doesn't know what he's talking about. Even if he's talking about her life, her previous livelihood, and questioning what does and doesn't make her happy, he's just asking questions. No harm in that.
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"... There's nothing else you've ever been interested in?"