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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.
THAT'S OKAY IT TAKES ME 81 YEARS TO RESPOND
"Tamaki!" She bounces the rest of the distance between them, meeting him halfway. Covered in flowers and flounces, even her walk looks more feminine. "I thought we were performing at the same time!"
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"I just finished so I ran over." Literally. He glances down at his performance outfit before looking back up. "I saw you up on the tightrope though!"
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"I can't believe I missed your act though!" Doll whines, pouting. "Next time I'll run over to see you! I wanna see your act! Do you always wear those pants? They're swell!"
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It's clear he means the praise - Tamaki couldn't lie if he wanted to. The truth reads too easily on his face.
"But I usually do." He looks down at the pants he's wearing again, wondering if they're really "swell." Normally he doesn't pay too much attention, but maybe he should thank Carly again for them later. "Come see it next time. I hope you like it."
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Sometimes Doll thinks it would be better for her to wear pants-- having so many flowers around her legs to 'protect her innocence' (as Dagger put it) on the high wire wasn't too comfortable sometimes. She could barely sit, for one thing. His look pretty comfortable, ideal for moving... maybe she'd have a talk with wardrobe later.
"I'm sure I will, if watchin' ya practice is anythin' t'go by! Bet it'll be doubly excitin' with the music 'n the lights 'n all!" And seeing how strong he was without a shirt in the way.
...oh dear. That wasn't too proper.
Doll swallows and laughs again, nervous as though Tamaki could somehow hear her thoughts, and weakly punches him in the shoulder very friendly-like. "We should do somethin' together sometime! Bet you could lift me up, right?"
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It's kinda cute, though.
"I probably could," he says after he gets over his confusion. She's pretty small, after all, and he's pretty strong - it would be easy, actually. "We could do a cool routine. Do you dance?"
Besides acrobatics, he would love to do a dance routine. He's never really danced with a girl before, besides a brief scene in one music video, but he's sure it can't be that hard to come up with something.
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They were nice times. Everybody happy, having fun, not worrying about anything but how long she could spin before she got so dizzy she threw up.
That only happened once.She wouldn't mind going back to that, or at least remembering those lovely, close times around the fires."It's prob'ly a little different than what you do, but I'm a quick learn! What kinda dancing d'you do?"
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He'd once taught Joker about it, before Doll came here. It sounds fun, though, to dance with everyone for no reason other than to be together. His group had done that once, had turned a sad time into a happy one by singing and dancing together. He understands that feeling well.
"I don't know ballet. Doesn't it hurt your toes?"
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"Oh yeah, it sure does," Doll says with a solemn nod. "But I never got that far. No reason ta, given as soon as I could, I was up on th'wire! But I remember most'a it!
"Would be right fantastic to be en pointe on a wire though... Dunno that Joker'd let me," she says with a laugh.
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But the simple fact is that Doll isn't his little sister, so he can't help but say, "Why don't you try anyway?"
Joker doesn't have to know...