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Thread: Wanted, dead or alive (MiroKitty & Vandesdelca)

The first thing which caught her attention as she awoke was the fact that she wasnt dead the ache in her body proved that more or less. She pulled herself up, so she could get a look at where she was her eyes searched the room she had found herself in. It wasnt anything special but at the moment she didnt care about the room her head turned to look at the IV tube in her arm and the wires and cables connected with her body. The clean jumpsuit was the next part which made her worry about her situation. Where am I? She tried her best to remember what had happened after escaping the Marines the small boat, the days passing by ever so slowly, the bump and the ship. She was either in deep shit trouble or she had simply encountered some kind hearted civilians the latter was what she wished for but the chances were slim. She tried moving herself off the bed only to be stopped by some kind of loop reaching over her waist. Panic was beginning to take its toll on her she was definitely feeling desperate. Amaya moved and pulled with her body to try and loosen the damn irony grip on her waist once again, however, she found herself bound by seastone. Let me go! she screamed with a hoarse voice. How much time had she been out? She did feel much better than before, which meant that whoever had her caught had taken care of the worst, but her body still ached, the bruises werent gone and her throat felt like sandpaper. It wasnt like she was about to complain about the medical part of her situation, but still, someone was keeping her locked down onto a fucking table. Get me the hell off this table she tried screaming louder than before, but her voice sounded more like a high pitched shriek. The mixture of annoyance and panic was becoming too much to handle, and she ended up pulling whatever wire, tube or cable attached to her body out. She brushed her slim fingers through her fiery red hair, pulling on her less tangled curls to try and calm herself down if only a bit.
Thread: Wanted, dead or alive (MiroKitty & Vandesdelca)

Hey. Shut up. The call wasn't particularly loud or even angry-sounding -- as a matter of fact, it sounded a little bit on the bored side. A dark figure appeared in the doorway, a bored-looking Trafalgar Law appearing. He wore a surgical mask, though it was presently around his neck while a cigarette dangled between his lips. He paused at the doorway for a moment, lifting a heel so as to extinguish the cigarette there before he dumped it into a little wast bin by her bed. I'm not letting you off that bed until you calm down. He paused for a moment, giving her a look. She was definitely doing better now, but if she was having serious issue with the loop 'round her wrist, she might have been a Devil Fruit user. Of course, that's why that loop was there to begin with, and why he had Bepo come in and lash people down. He'd been kind enough not to secure her other wrist or her ankles, however. Law slipped off the mask, dropping it to one side as he likewise shrugged off what looked like a doctor's coat -- he looked considerably less like a doctor without those one, what with the tattoos along what was visible on his arms, and the fact that the t-shirt underneath had a couple of holes in it. Clearly a shirt he wouldn't mind losing in case some blood got on it. ... not letting you out either way until I get some questions answered, come to it. First off, what the hell are you doing on my ship?
Thread: Wanted, dead or alive (MiroKitty & Vandesdelca)

Amaya glared at the figure appearing the vague smell of tobacco covered the room ever so slightly. She did shut up but more from the shock of seeing the one holding her captive than actually reacting to his order. Her eyes followed his every move, trying to figure out what he would do and, more importantly, who he was. Without the coat and mask he looked rather familiar she couldnt put a name on the face, but she had seen it before. I wanted something to eat she admitted after having glared angrily at him for far too long without a reaction. She knew that she shouldnt do anything to annoy the man too much she wasnt in a position to fight back if anything went bad. Unfortunately, Amaya wasnt the most reasonable person when it came to holding back her temper. Either way, thanks for the clean clothes and treatment so if you could just remove this seastone shit from my wrist, then Ill be on my merry way and out of sight as quickly as possible she tried being polite, but her tone was visible painted with anger. The sickly sweet voice she tried producing almost made her want to gag, but she was willing to try if it meant being let go. Even if they had given her some medical help, she knew she wasnt safe the marines were probably looking for her, and the man in front of her didnt look especially trustworthy. Well, she had broken into his ship so it wasnt surprising that he might be a bit annoyed about that. And if he wanted to hand her over to the marines as revenge, she couldnt really blame him. But she had to look out for herself first and foremost, which at the moment meant to escape no matter what she had to do. Please, I am sorry about it Amaya pleaded with a small smile and the hopes of him not seeing past her act.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

Now ladies and gentlemen, if you will turn your gaze skyward you may be able to spot the rare, delicate Russian bird as she gracefully soars from branch to branch, delighting the eye even as she defies gravity. The ringmaster's voice sounded through the microphone as he gestured with a flourish up toward the supports of the tent. But what's this? She is a little shy tonight she does not want to fly. The spotlight fell on Natasha up in the rafters. Makeup around her eyes glittered in the light as she took a deep breath before stepping onto the thin wire in front of her. Her foot wiggled a little but she stayed steady. She got out to the middle of the wire and the audience gasped as she flipped forward onto her hands. Gripping the wire she slowly turned a circle before taking one hand from the wire and holding it out to the side. Bending at the waist, she held her legs out parallel to the ground for a few moments before bringing her feet back to the wire and standing, holding her arms out in a finish. Balancing herself once more she started to walk to the support opposite from where she had started. Careful, little bird, the ringmaster's voice warned, though he was no longer in the ring below her, you don't want to fall! At his words the wire began to wiggle back and forth dangerously. Natasha's mouth opened in surprise and she put her arms out to steady herself. The audience cried out in alarm and concern for her safety there was no net below to catch her if she fell. Several women and children screamed as Natasha's feet slipped and she tumbled toward earth. But midair she turned a somersault and seemed almost to float for a moment before reaching out to catch a trapeze bar, the sheer chiffon skirt around her full leotard clinging to her legs before she tucked and rolled between bars. The audience gasped and applauded as she turned several flips between bars. Her knees were curled around one bar as she gripped the other. Hanging between the two bars for a moment she let go with her legs and swung up to the platform and took a brief bow in the spotlight before climbing down. Ah, such a graceful bird, eh? The ringmaster chuckled. You were a bit late, Natasha mumbled with a scowl. I almost missed. Barry, who was in charge of her cue for the bar, shrugged. Not like you woulda been hurt, he said, unconcerned. No, but then we have news crews from all over world wanting to know how a girl like me survives two hundred foot fall yes? Natasha scowled as her feet touched the ground and she stalked off. It wasn't the first time Barry had been late and she was beginning to wonder whether he was testing her, and if it was just for fun or on someone's orders. I swear, one of these days he'll go too far and then everything will all be his fault, Natasha grumbled, mostly to herself as she pushed aside the curtain backstage
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

Natasha only grunted as she passed. She wasn't in a mood to talk. She stalked past Daniel to the makeup counter and sat in her usual seat, leaning forward and examining her face for touch-ups. Unlike many of the main acts, Natasha didn't have a costume change. Shane, the ringmaster, had ensured that her costume covered the several tattoos that adorned her body. Shane had set down very strict rules for Natasha concerning her appearance, rules which she often found unfair and tried to step around whenever she could. She was careful to never truly piss him off, however. She had seen people who had, and they had been left behind. She didn't intend for that to happen to her. Maybe I pierce nipples, da? Natasha suggested as Daniel sat down beside her. She turned sideways and puffed out her not insubstantial chest, as though measuring herself up. Technically, audience does not see it so is not against rules. What do you-- But Daniel cut her off. She pulled her chest back in and sat forward in her chair again. You go see world, write to me and tell me how it is, she said flatly, looking closely in the mirror. For me, it is be freak here or be freak out there, and I didn't eat as well being freak in Saint Petersburg, and got shot at much more often. She stuck a colored rhinestone to the side of her nose as though to see how it would look as a piercing. Sighing, Natasha looked at the knife thrower. Daniel, you do not have to stay here. You could leave any time, anywhere, start new life. If you think you are wasting time then go! Life is too short to waste and you are clever. If you think I would follow...I am not clever like you. Here is where I stay circus is safe. Natasha searched Daniel's expression before turning to the mirror again. She didn't like to think about leaving the circus, about life outside and where she would be if she ever left. She had thought this was a temporary thing five years ago but had long believed that if she ever left she would be right back where she had been, just in a different gutter than the one Shane had plucked her from. Well, technically speaking Shane had plucked her from a bench in a train station, but the acrobat was no stranger to gutters either. It was a dark place she chose not to go back to by not thinking about it.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

You say 'we' not 'I', is not hard to tell you talk about me also. And I am not foreigner in Russia, Natasha pointed out, a little tersely. And anywhere else they would think I am false, not witch. We are not in Salem Witch Trials time, Daniel. She rolled her eyes before beginning to apply more eyeshadow and glitter. Her act was done but the finale was yet to come. When he told her he wouldn't feel comfortable doing anything but using his gift, she motioned to the back of the tent where the exit was. Go then! she said. Go be street performer or super hero or something. You have real gift, but Criss Angel he makes millions. So why not, da? But it was time for Daniel to go. She watched him in the mirror as he headed out to the big top before rubbing her face, being careful not to touch her eyes. When she was new and whenever they got new acts she liked to go watch what they did, but it had been a while since they'd had anyone new in the circus. She busied herself pushing out her breasts again before examining her face and ears to see what would look best and have the least risk in getting her kicked out of the circus. Shane had done a lot for her, the least of which had been getting her off the streets she didn't intend to go back to that, and she had a feeling that was exactly where she would end up if she ever left. One way or another it all ends in a needle, da? Natasha quietly asked her reflection, rubbing the inside of her forearm. She wasn't open with anyone, even Daniel, about her past or how Shane had found her. Certainly if someone asked the right questions she would be truthful about it, but she didn't see a need to volunteer the information. The fact was Natasha was still trying to shake the past, which is why she was pissed that Shane wouldn't allow her to dye her hair the colors she wanted or get the tattoos and piercings she wanted she had to indulge somehow and it was her body. Besides, this stupid costume made her feel naked in front of the audience anyway, so why not give them something to look at? Daniel seemed to have read her mind when he mentioned the metal. Natasha frowned a little. Is not ruining my body. Is art. If lightning strike me, then it strikes. I do what I want with my own body...no matter what Shane says. She was grateful to Shane for what he had done for her, but it wasn't in Natasha's nature to be docile or submissive. She was headstrong and fought him on the little things, sometimes even just for fun. In the end though, if it was something that would get her kicked out...well, she knew where her meals came from. They always like act, no? she searched for a change of subject.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

He stifled a yawn and looked to her I guess so, a new crowd hasn't seen it before, it's dumb but it's entertaining I guess...your's is as well, a knife is one thing, nearly falling 200 feet is another entirely he smiled a bit, he supposed he couldn't argue, the woman could do whatever she pleased to her body...well ok not anything, Shane the ringmaster might not be to happy is she got a big tattoo over her face or something like that. He tilted his head just don't do anything you regret...either physically or because of how Shane reacts huh? he warned her, he didn't think he'd kick her out if she got something very visible, a nose ring or something could be removed and he'd likely make her do it for the shows. you're the closest thing to a pretty face we have around here, most knife throwers have a beautiful assistant in a revealing dress you know he chuckled teasingly he's the boss one way or another, your welcome to do as you please just as he is welcome to kick you out...it's unfortunate but that's life in the circus He shrugged his shoulders and walked over, once the target was returned to the tent he removed his knives from it and slotted them back into a rollup pouch he kept them in, reminding himself he'd have to clean them later. So what...the next stop is Berlin, one of the biggest of the year...if I wanted to leave that'd be a good time to do it... he glanced to her but frankly I'd feel lost all alone he smirked a bit as he found himself actually considering it, would he leave? as much as he enjoyed his time here and as much as he enjoy being free to use his powers, it was still missing something.... He'd never be a 9-5 2 kids and a wife sort of guy, never in a million years..but there had to be more to life then doing the same routine day in and day out as well right? he'd have to risk it if he ever wanted it, what better time then now? Would...would you leave with me Natasha? he asked plainly, he knew she seemed scared, but that was because she had a rough existence before the circus, he didn't know the specifics but he could tell she had probably been a orphan or homeless, she knew what hard living was like, but maybe if she wasn't alone she could manage it, frankly he thought having her around would make things better for him as well, he didn't like the prospect of being alone in Europe either.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

Oh try not to sleep, da? Natasha teased, watching Daniel yawn widely. Her cheeks blushed a little pink when he complimented her act. Is not like I can get hurt, she mumbled. She'd never been good at taking compliments. Knives, even with control over them they can still hurt if you do not pay attention. And I do not regret what I do to body...on the outside, anyway. She had never regretted a single tattoo, piercing, or dye job. Close to pretty face. Ha! Bol'shoye spasibo, Daniel! she laughed, rolling her eyes. If I was lovely assistant, I would be in this. Tattoos are ugly, Shane says, ruins beauty. I say skin is blank page, meant to have story written on it. Shane, he just does not like my story. Natasha gave him a pretty, somewhat crooked smile. Besides, if I were in short dress, you would only see part of story. Maybe one day I get Shane's name tattooed across forehead, da? She laughed shortly. Shane took care of her, but that didn't mean she was blind to his failings and vanity was his major flaw. Berlin is nice city, Natasha said as Daniel mused. Very friendly to street performers too. And they say Germany is gateway to all of Europe. But maybe you learn German first da? She smiled though she could see something working behind his eyes. He didn't want to be alone...it only came as a slight surprise when he asked her to come with him. They were two of the youngest performers in the circus and if they were close to anyone, it was each other. No Daniel, Natasha said after a few moments. I cannot. I told you...circus has been good to me you don't know how much. If I leave would not be good for me. Back to box one. She stood as the call came for the final act. Come, is finale time.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

He sighed and shook his head you wouldn't be back at square one Natasha, you wouldn't be alone... he didn't actually know for a fact she was alone, it was an educated guess and he'd go by her expression to tell if he was right, he sometimes wondered if he had some sort of telepathy in addition to his other abilities, Telekinesis or whatever people might refer to it as, he had never outright read someones mind but he had been always dimly aware of a persons feelings, some might have said it was just a careful eye for emotion and small ticks or something, but sometimes he wondered. The Finale of course was the crescendo, all the acts came out and essentially did small things all at once, then they bowed to the audience and the ringmaster bid them good night, Daniel continued to think about what she had said, Berlin would be the best spot for such a thing, he might not be here again until the next year...he'd manage well enough with English, most people could understand some of it and eventually he'd pick up the German he'd need to actually get by, he mentally counted the small bit of money he had stored in his coat, there must have been about 600 in there, a mixture of pounds and euros with some american bills as well, probably enough to last a few months if he was careful. Bar bets were easy to win when you had his abilities on your side. He began flinging knives at a contortionist, or rather through the various holes he'd make in his poses, acting as if he was trying to hit the man and the man kept changing shape to avoid it. Once all 6 had been thrown the two bowed along with the rest of the performers as they finished up little acts around the ring, he kept an eye out for Natasha, maybe he'd sleep on it, Berlin was still a day or two away after all, no rush right?
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

Natasha pursed her lips, not liking to be contradicted. I have no one, Daniel, she said tersely before heading out to the main ring again. The acrobat performed her usual routine for the finale with no mishap. She turned a triple backflip before dismounting a hundred feet to take her bow as Shane's voice boomed over the speaker system. Once everyone was in the back and he'd finished the show he came backstage. Grinning broadly he applauded loudly. Good job everyone! Excellent! the Irishman called to the babbling crowd. I'll be out pressing the flesh, you lot get some food in your bellies yeah? Ali, Barbara, Iain! The fire thrower, mentalist, and strong man respectively followed the ringmaster outside while a general murmur of agreement and excitement rose from the rest of the cast. Natasha retreated to her own private tent to change into a pair of shorts and a tank top before making her way across the grass to the dining tent. She grabbed a paper plate full of food before finding a seat at one of the collapsible picnic benches. She kept an eye out for Daniel and beckoned him over once he'd gotten his share. Is strange, she said through a mouthful of pasta. Shane he say 'father knows best,' but you ever notice...when we have show father never eats with us? She stuffed another mouthful, famished. Natasha was still very slight and willowy but it had taken her a long time to get that way. When Shane had found her she had been malnourished, nearly starving.
Thread: The Traveling Show (deerpoob and Mim)

He sighed to himself, was she really that blind? After the show he joined her with his plate of food, stuffing it hungrily into his mouth, his powers took alot out of him, like most of them, so they always had a large meal together after every show. Daniel looked at her as he chewed, making a rather large effort to swallow before he spoke. It is weird isn't it, always those three to, his own little bodyguards or something he mused, what did a ringmaster of a circus need with personal bodyguards? they didn't talk to other people, rather standoffish types and while Daniel could understand not being too sociable given the life alot of the people here grew up with, those three stood out. He took a long drink of water and looked to her again, most of his clothes were of the same style he wore during the shows, frankly he liked it, made him feel like he was worth something. he's in his own world I guess he always wondered why she referred to him as father, she was young when she joined he had assumed, Daniel himself was a bit less interesting, he turned 18 and took his school savings, bought himself a ticket to Paris and never returned to his home since. Life hadn't been terrible but he always felt out of place and so he had wanted to do the thing all teenagers did find themselves by losing themselves he had eventually discovered the circus and much to his surprise found they were all like him, weird how he had ended up running away to the circus without ever intending to do it. Daniel scarfed down the rest of his food with surprising speed and yawned openly now he's got his own things to deal with, who knows right? he shrugged and smiled at her just relax huh? I'm not leaving you just yet he teased her, the more he thought about it the more it appealed, as much as he had enjoyed his time here it was coming to it's end...he'd fine another place to run off to maybe, hell he might even return home for a bit if he could get the money.