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|  | welcome to [[e l m o 's]] circus
« Thread Started on Jan 5, 2008, 2:09pm » | |
It was nothing like a circus. Dull, quiet, uneventful, boring, but Roxie knew it had to do even if it did give her the chills. Why, she'd never known a place to be so silent. An uncomfortable shiver shot dpwn her spine, goosepimples erupting all over her body. For a while she stood by her bed, peering around the little room whilst biting her lip. Then, all of a sudden, it hit her.
"It just needs a circus girl's touch!" she exclaimed, snapping her fingers happily.
With a smile and a flick of her light dreadlocks, Elmo spun on her heels to face her small, raggedy case full to the brim with clothes and circus treasures.
Slowly and carefully, Roxie unzipped the case and beamed as her gaze rested upon all the bright colours and metalic items. Already the room seemed a little more homey. A slender yet slightly muscular arm dove forwards, the feminine hand diving into the pile of items, searching, rumaging, uncovering. In what seemed to be no time at all, Elmo had pulled everything from a gold and red diablo and fire breathing sticks to clothes and pictures. Her clothes were safetly tucked away in a wardrobe along with Googie's feathers which he wore whilst performing and other little bits and pieces that gave him the proper circus horse look. Elmo's photos stood proudly on her bedside cabinet and she gazed at them fondly, her eyes lingering on the biggest one, the one that showed not only her blood family, but her circus family, animals and all.
"I wonder where they're performing now," she mused out loud, bringing a finger to her lips and tapping them thoughtfully. "My guess is Scotland or somewhere up north, after all, they do need another mountain pony now Googie's gone."
It was hard to predict where the circus travelled to next, the Ringmaster never told anyone until the day they moved and, just to keep everyone wondering, never went in a thearatical order. One day they might be in Dover and the next, travelling to Wales or any other place that took a while to get to. The lengthy treks however were usually the best bits, they were used for practicing tricks, relaxing and brewing new ideas. Elmo could tell she was going to miss them and for a moment or two she was consumed with sadness until she decided she needed to distract her mind, keep it from wandering back to her family.
Quickly, Elmo clutched her diablo, knowing that practicing some more complex tricks would keep her mind occupied. She wandered through the various rooms, searching for a reasonably large space and when at last she found one, she began. Arms moved in powerful motions as she span, tossed, caught and twisted the plastic object with the sticks and string it came with.
The concentration on her face was immense and as she threw it again through the air, aiming to catch it under her leg, her brow furrowed as she tried to pinpoint the diablo's exact landing point. For professionals this would have been one of the easiest tricks in the book, but Elmo had only been practicing these tricks for a month or two and was suprised when her trick worked. It wasn't the first time she'd done it, but nine times out of ten the diablo would fall to the floor.
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