forum The Circus (sort of reboot) [Closed]

Started April 16, 2019 by @amber_is_in_a_loop

tune

Beaux didn't expect him to talk to her long, so instead she went back to practicing.
(Sorry it's short, I didn't know what else to write.)

(Here she is kids, prepare to cower, https://pin.it/nvmjjicolliuac)
Naomi, assistant to Harrow, marched into the room, a grin fixed on her face. "Glad you're here, children. Please come stand in front of me," she called sweetly, spreading out her arms in a graceful welcoming gesture. She stood by the doors, dressed head to toe in the sleek black jumpsuit she used to train, every day, same time.

Beaux walked on her hands over to Naomi. She always liked walking on her hands more than her feet. "Here." Although she didn't want to be, she didn't want Harrow to hear she had disobeyed. Keeping a low profile though was getting harder.

Naomi arched a pencilled eyebrow. "Stand properly, sweetie." She turned her head and looked up at Tam. "Will you get down here, honey?" She called up to Tam. The latter didn't answer. Naomi's smile widened and she gave Beaux a conspiratory wink.
Pulling a thin blade from a near-invisible pocket in her uniform, she sent it flying up, up and higher up with a minimal flick of her wrist. The blade spun towards the tightrope and sliced right through the one Tam stood on, splitting the room right between the boy's two feet. With a swallowed scream Tam fell with the rope, landing hard and unprotected on the thin mats drilled into the wood floor. The blade landed a few feet away from Naomi, who calmly bent to pick it up. Tam hadn't moved from the ground, quietly groaning.
With an inhuman effort and a fresh wave of agony he rolled onto his stomach, hoping that being face down would hide the tears streaming down his face.
"Come now, Tam. We've got to get to work!" Naomi reprimanded airily, putting away her delicate weapon.

"Tam!" Beaux did stand properly, but not for Naomi, no, it was to reach Tam faster. Skidding on her knees she stopped at his side. "Oh, God. Are you okay?" Ignoring all that Naomi said, Beaux guessed keeping a low profile would be harder than she first had thought. Her knees stung. Tje ground was not good for the skin and she knew it would injure her a bit. The only thing that mattered was that Tam was okay and that she could perform tonight.

Without a word Tam pushed Beaux away. "Please, get back in line," he mumbled faintly. "I'll be fine."
With Naomi silently watching the exchange, a childish grin on her face, Tam carefully got to his feet, moving extremely slowly. He stumbled and grabbed Beaux's arm support, making it look to Naomi as though he was dragging Beaux forward.
Of course, Naomi caught on. "Beaux, honey," she started walking towards the two. "You can go and get Wila off of the silks and on here." She cupped Beaux's face in hers, staring levelly into her eyes. "I've got a stunning costume for you tonight."
She pushed Beaux and Tam apart, pushing the girl towards the silks door.
"Tam, I'd suggest you get started on that rope you broke," she tutted.

Wila came into the training room and stood in line. "Here," she said quietly, glancing over at Tam then looking away. She just wanted the day to be over, to go back to a land where things were right in the world

Naomi twisted around. "Amazing!" she said delightedly, clapping her hands together. "Now… Aza?" she asked the group, putting a pensive finger to her lips.

Beaux was frozen on the ground for a bit. She couldn't help but feel she was on Naomi's bad list. And what was with Tam? All she wanted was to help. First it was worry, but now, anger started to bubble up. If people didn't want her help, then she wouldn't help anymore. She stood ready to get Willa, but when she turned Willa was already in line. Blood dripped down her legs. Guess it was worse than she thought. With every step it hurt a little more, her face was still, determined not to show emotion. Any emotion. She got back in line but stared at the ground. If she saw anyone's face she was afraid to burst. Wait, a perfect outfit? Glancing up she looked at Naomi.

Naomi sighed through her nose, disconcerted by their silence. "I asked you where Aza was?"

"Apparently not wanting to be found." Wila muttered with a grin "I might take that advice and go."

Beaux then looked around at the others. All she had done today was ea, jog then came straight here. She hadn't seen Aza since this morning. Has anybody really see her since this morning. Beaux that Aza was a bit strange, but never really talked to her much.

Naomi rolled her eyes and pointed at Wila. "You, are not going anywhere. Head to…" her steel-tinted gaze swept the room, "weights. Yes, weights. Off you go," she said with a dismissive wave."
She turned her gaze on Beaux. "You may go to the hoops, practice your planche," she recommended, adding lightly ",pretty please".
Tam was already retreating towards the supply closet, preparing to fix the rope he'd 'broken'.

Beaux raised an eyebrow. Pretty please? She couldn't tell if Naomi liked her or not. But it didn't matter. She shrugged and just walked off to practice. Although she was practicing she made sure to keep an eye on everyone else.

Tam, ropes in arm, carefully proceeded to climb the ladders to the rope rings. He'd have to find a piece long enough to carry to the other end of the room, then cut it just long enough to hold taut with him on it.
Once Naomi was satisfied with everyone doing what they were supposed to, she left the training room to find out where Aza had been put.

"I might just throw one of these things." She said, lifting the weights, gradually growing in heaviness as she went along "first one's going to her head." She muttered

Beaux laughed. Willa was strong and she didn't put past her. Plus it would just be funny to watch. "Hey I've been practicing knife throwing. Anyone want to see?" Knife throwing had always been one of her dreams, but being flexible meant she had a different job. And she wasn't the best at aim. But with practicing in secret she has gotten better.

Wila dropped her weights and walked over "I wanna see, it beats weight lifting." She said with a smile

Tam looped the rope around and had climbed down from the ladder. "Think you could get one of those knives through that rope loop?" he asked hopefully, still limping.

Beaux bonded on the balls on her feet. Running over to the shed, she grabbed a target, which wa heavier than she thought. She set it against the wall and grabbed two knives. At fist she just played with them to get the feel of it. Pitting the first one between her fingers it only took a few seconds for her to throw. It misses the bulls eye, but it was close. Next one also missed and was a bit further away. But she was proud of herself.

Naomi walked the corridors 5 times over before finally finding the door to the foxhole cell. She kicked it hard.
"Aza?" she asked through the wall.

"Hello!" Aza sang.

"I was looking for you. How long have you been in there and why are you in there?" Naomi questioned, already reaching for a key.

She spoke more softly now. "Harrow put me in there. I don't know how long. Since this morning."

Naomi unlocked the door and it swung open. "That's better, isn't it?" she said kindly. "Follow, we're all training," she explained, already heading back to the training room.

Aza walked slowly behind her, relishing her freedom.

The two women got to the training room a few minutes later to Beaux throwing knives for Wila's entertainment.
Naomi, who's face had fallen, stopped Aza from walking any further into the room.
"HEY," she boomed.

"well shit, we were just getting to the good part." Wila sighed, heading back over to the weights with a half smile

Beaux turned around. No emotion showed on her face. "And I was going to let you try." They got caught, which she was hoping they didn't. "Yes?" Beaux smiled and put her hands behind her back dropping the rest of the knives.