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GROWING PAINS // JOINING - BOYBRIGHT - 12-01-2018
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//i should be asleep so if this doesnt make sense thats why
It'd be easier if he'd just outgrown the circus. In a way, maybe he had, though he knew it would always be home to him. At least a version of it, although he couldn't say it would be one of simpler times. Performing had been his life, and he'd loved it - he still loved it- but his family life wasn't the greatest. Yeah, yeah, boohoo, another kid with parents who didn't care enough- not quite. It might have been easier if his mother didn't care about him, would have left him a lot less conflicted about everything, but he knew she cared, and she missed his father, dead in an accident shortly after he was born. He knew she cared because she hadn't immediately turned to the bottle when he was younger, had held it out until her worlds before and after Boy's father must've made a racket crashing into each other. Though he didn't think sound could be made in space. Could it? Didn't matter.
What mattered was both his parents were gone, and the solo act was meant to be a special, not a constant thing. Wasn't quite the same, being up there without her.
But that was- there was nothing he could do about it. Or maybe there had been, and he was too dense to know what the hell to do, and that was on him. He just knew he couldn't stay there anymore, so he packed up his things, made his farewells to some of the other performers and Haly, and...walked. Not the best plan, was it? Kind of stupid, but he was on his own whether or not he left. At least this way he wouldn't get whiplash every time he saw his name on its own.
Though a month or two didn't give him the clarity of mind he wanted- instead, he realized how much he hadn't known before, how many different people were out here. The lion could smell them here, and it got stronger when he kept walking, until he thought the scent might liquidize his brains through his nose. "Don't wanna know who got saddled with that," he said to himself, breathing carefully. "A piss-poor job."
Ha.
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It'd be easier if he'd just outgrown the circus. In a way, maybe he had, though he knew it would always be home to him. At least a version of it, although he couldn't say it would be one of simpler times. Performing had been his life, and he'd loved it - he still loved it- but his family life wasn't the greatest. Yeah, yeah, boohoo, another kid with parents who didn't care enough- not quite. It might have been easier if his mother didn't care about him, would have left him a lot less conflicted about everything, but he knew she cared, and she missed his father, dead in an accident shortly after he was born. He knew she cared because she hadn't immediately turned to the bottle when he was younger, had held it out until her worlds before and after Boy's father must've made a racket crashing into each other. Though he didn't think sound could be made in space. Could it? Didn't matter.
What mattered was both his parents were gone, and the solo act was meant to be a special, not a constant thing. Wasn't quite the same, being up there without her.
But that was- there was nothing he could do about it. Or maybe there had been, and he was too dense to know what the hell to do, and that was on him. He just knew he couldn't stay there anymore, so he packed up his things, made his farewells to some of the other performers and Haly, and...walked. Not the best plan, was it? Kind of stupid, but he was on his own whether or not he left. At least this way he wouldn't get whiplash every time he saw his name on its own.
Though a month or two didn't give him the clarity of mind he wanted- instead, he realized how much he hadn't known before, how many different people were out here. The lion could smell them here, and it got stronger when he kept walking, until he thought the scent might liquidize his brains through his nose. "Don't wanna know who got saddled with that," he said to himself, breathing carefully. "A piss-poor job."
Ha.
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Re: GROWING PAINS // JOINING - ATTICUS - 12-01-2018
-------- //mobile sory for shortness or mistakes! Welcome to Ascendants!
Atticus, at least, had to give him props for being amusing. While the Cosmic General usually found himself patrolling the borders and welcoming new members, whenever they showed, he had to say this was the first time he had ever heard anyone comment about the scent line. Usually, they were either familiar with it, or so out of their wits on where they were they didn't think to question it. And of course, there had to be that third party who straight up ignored it- but he would digress as the large jaguar made his way forth at the sound of the man's voice. A piss-poor job. A low rumbling chuckle would be heard as he rounded the corner, some brief flicker of amusement in his usually stoic expression as he looked up to the creature and paused, his paws neatly lined up with the edge of the border as the larger man sat himself back on his haunches. "Welcome to the Ascendants," he would speak then, his gaze turning more serious as it stared upon the man, his golden eyes piercing as he looked him over. A little ragged around the edges, a traveler, most like; but given his jokes and his amusement, Atticus had little doubt that this man was friendly and wouldn't be an issue. "My name is Atticus, the Cosmic General," for a moment he paused, as if considering if it was worth elaborating upon, eventually relenting with a small breath, "-Fancy word for a deputy," or at least very well close to one. 'Assistant' deputy as it were, but there was only one of him, so... He'd take it. "What's your name, how can I help you?"
Atticus, at least, had to give him props for being amusing. While the Cosmic General usually found himself patrolling the borders and welcoming new members, whenever they showed, he had to say this was the first time he had ever heard anyone comment about the scent line. Usually, they were either familiar with it, or so out of their wits on where they were they didn't think to question it. And of course, there had to be that third party who straight up ignored it- but he would digress as the large jaguar made his way forth at the sound of the man's voice. A piss-poor job. A low rumbling chuckle would be heard as he rounded the corner, some brief flicker of amusement in his usually stoic expression as he looked up to the creature and paused, his paws neatly lined up with the edge of the border as the larger man sat himself back on his haunches. "Welcome to the Ascendants," he would speak then, his gaze turning more serious as it stared upon the man, his golden eyes piercing as he looked him over. A little ragged around the edges, a traveler, most like; but given his jokes and his amusement, Atticus had little doubt that this man was friendly and wouldn't be an issue. "My name is Atticus, the Cosmic General," for a moment he paused, as if considering if it was worth elaborating upon, eventually relenting with a small breath, "-Fancy word for a deputy," or at least very well close to one. 'Assistant' deputy as it were, but there was only one of him, so... He'd take it. "What's your name, how can I help you?"
Re: GROWING PAINS // JOINING - BOYBRIGHT - 12-01-2018
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//don't worry about it, and thanks!
The Ascendants. As far as names went, a little pretentious, maybe. Ascending where? Over everyone? Could be an interesting stage name, for somebody putting on an aerial performance, but still not quite...in touch. Whatever. It was just a name, and he knew better than most that a name didn't have to be indicative of anything, so the lion just cocked his head, the muscles above his eyes lifting. The jaguar's scrutiny didn't bother him, though there was something to be said for having subtlety- a bit rich coming from someone who tended to stand out fairly well, but he wasn't the one with all monochrome shades. "Cosmic General?" Fancy word for a deputy? Well, was there a sheriff? He really didn't want to know what they were probably called. "Sounds like you're the type of person who understands the gravity of a situation." Probably could've gone with something about the planets -how do you win a battle? planet- or something a bit more space-y, but a bit late for that now.
"I'm B," he said after a second, "like the letter. Looks like you guys have space." It was and wasn't an answer to Atticus' question.
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The Ascendants. As far as names went, a little pretentious, maybe. Ascending where? Over everyone? Could be an interesting stage name, for somebody putting on an aerial performance, but still not quite...in touch. Whatever. It was just a name, and he knew better than most that a name didn't have to be indicative of anything, so the lion just cocked his head, the muscles above his eyes lifting. The jaguar's scrutiny didn't bother him, though there was something to be said for having subtlety- a bit rich coming from someone who tended to stand out fairly well, but he wasn't the one with all monochrome shades. "Cosmic General?" Fancy word for a deputy? Well, was there a sheriff? He really didn't want to know what they were probably called. "Sounds like you're the type of person who understands the gravity of a situation." Probably could've gone with something about the planets -how do you win a battle? planet- or something a bit more space-y, but a bit late for that now.
"I'm B," he said after a second, "like the letter. Looks like you guys have space." It was and wasn't an answer to Atticus' question.
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