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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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"Thank you." She recognizes him as one of the wardrobe assistants from backstage, and figures he probably wants to get a move on with his work. "Just a moment, I'll get this off for you."
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"... Ah, sure, thanks." That actually hadn't been his intention at all, actually, he'd merely wanted to compliment her mostly because her segment of the performance had been the one that he was most taken by.
He's just going to awkwardly shift hie weight a little from one foot from the other. He's actually... not really the best at conversations, because he's always been more used to keeping to himself. Although, with how outgoing some of the other residents in the Carnival are, it's little wonder that he's kind of picked up some of their mannerisms along the way.
"Have you been doing this show for a while?"
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"I've been a tightrope walker for a long time. At a different circus though, in England. The routine I just did was something I used to perform there, I haven't made up anything new just yet."
She tilts her head a little. "Have you been here for a while now? This is my first performance, I'm sorry if that sounds like an odd question."