same old saturday [open]

[Ringmaster]

WORD COUNT [ 371 ] MOOD [ bored ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ murder mysteries ] TAG [ Open! ] NOTES [ Rowan is on the prowl. ]

Rowan couldn't decide what he wanted to do that day. Saturdays were usually a busy day. The girls had soccer games -- they had won this week -- and his circus was usually full to the brim. But this weekend, the circus was closed. They were packing everything up and getting ready to move to a new town. Probably somewhere in Colorado, or maybe Indiana. It was getting close to Fall. The girls loved Colorado in the fall. But first, they had to get this weekend out of the way. The circus had to pack up, and the girls had two more practices to go to. After that last game, their team had made it to the tournament, which meant the circus wouldn't be able to leave until at least next Wednesday. Rowan had planned for that sort of obstacle, though. As much as he didn't like the idea of having to wait, he already had it all planned out. His girls came first; they always had, and they always would. The circus would not leave until they were done with soccer for the year.  Until then, he had things to do. He had groceries to buy, new people to hire... Oh, sure, the circus had a group of permanent residents, but it was a smaller group. Only about fifteen of the regular hundred employees he had actually traveled with the circus. The rest were usually picked up either on the way, or when they arrived at the new town. He needed at least eighty more employees and perhaps two more acts. Idly, he wondered if he would have to buy these next acts, or if someone would be willing to come with him. To be fair, Rowan didn't pay that well, but he did give room and board to those who were employed under him. He gave each of his employees a stipend to go and have fun with, but they didn't need much more than that. As stated before, room and board were already provided. For now, he would wander around New York and see if he could spot some new talent. Buying people off their old jobs was usually easier than buying people in general -- but that wasn't saying he wouldn't pull one over the other. post template by Tony

[Kirias Nallial]

Kirias had been wandering for a while now, and he'd managed to earn a small living wage by doing petty tricks on the street. Nothing quite so unremarkable as producing roses from nowhere, no, things like conjuring an entire deck of cards made of whatever his subject had drawn, fifty-two of the same suit and number. He didn't ever have a particularly large audience--he did his best to be around in the day when the only subjects he could have were thralls or unaffiliated humans--but what he did had earned him a little bit of coin.

He had a tall hat on for his performance, just another thing he'd conjured. He was lucky he'd learned as much as he had before being thrown into exile, or else he might've been in a much worse situation. He didn't usually like hats much, but it seemed to add to the performance. Kiri wondered if he'd have the same sort of luck if he tried doing magic with music, weaving spells around the minds of those that passed and pushing them to drop their money in his hands.

"I suppose your favorite color is yellow?" he asked the woman in front of him. It wasn't all that hard to tell--she had several garments on that gave her away, pieces that didn't quite match up with the rest of her. That and she seemed the type to like yellow from her body language. When she nodded, he plucked a bright yellow daffodil made of colored glass from the air in front of her face. "For you, then."

Something felt off about his performance this time, though. He was being watched. Not in the way that a performer is watched, but in the way that an obligate carnivore might watch something--detached interest, with the possibility of stalking in for the kill. This was a charm of protection he'd put on himself, something that would give him, as the humans called it, a "Spider-Sense." He had no idea why they'd call it that, since as far as he knew, spiders didn't have any sort of supernatural ability to sense things. Nevertheless, he'd liked the idea, and had made a small charm out of a spider that would give him a full-body tingling feeling when he was garnering negative attention. This was, of course, only for avoiding danger from his family pursuing him outside of Avalon and making sure he didn't end up on some vampire's dinner table.

Kirias ignored it, figuring there would be no vampires in the area in broad daylight and that his family wouldn't dare step outside Avalon to pursue him, though he did keep his eyes on his audience to make sure no one started to pull out a gun.

"Now for the grand finale."

His heart wasn't in it as much as he would have liked, and he felt like his powers weren't as potent as they should have been, but Kirias still managed to pull off an elegant show of colorful confetti springing forth from his bare hands. It was exhausting to do, but he got a small round of applause as an indeterminate amount of money fell forth into a metal bucket he'd gotten ahold of. The coins made a very satisfying clink when they hit the bottom.

This wasn't so bad. He took a deep breath and a swig from the water bottle next to him. It wasn't ideal, but he'd make do. He'd done a pretty good job so far. Maybe someone would even offer to house him afterwords in exchange for their three wishes or fifteen minutes of fame. That would be nice.

word count [[ 607 ]]
notes [[ sunny y u write so much ]]
tagged [[ Ringmaster ]]
outfit [[ here ]]
mood [[ tense, but hopeful ]]
credits [[ working class hero by john lennon ]]