come alive ┊ traveling circus (O)
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[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; font-family: times new roman; letter-spacing: .6px; color: #494949;"]growing up, finn always knew that he wanted to be more than he was. his ambitions tended to outgrow the realities he face and more times often than not, he would bite off more than he could chew. when he came up with the idea of the traveling tour, he had initially wanted to visit every group in one go, luckily leon had been there to bring him back down to earth to realize that his plan was impractical and they wouldn't have enough resources to be gone for such a long time. in the end, he managed to talk finn down to starting with two groups the first go and that was good enough for him.

preparations had come to a halt when someone snuck in and stole some of their supplies they had set aside of the trip. they had to pause and resupply what they had lost, which initially had made finn very aggravated about it all. in the end, he decided it was actually a blessing in disguise and it was actually just an opportunity to have all of the acts practice more and perfect their routines. if they were going to do this, they were going to do it the right way. northstar district had been their first destination, so after they had rebuilt their supply of rations and everyone seemed confident in their work, they set off to the coastal group.

it was a bit hard traveling with the animals he deemed safe enough and they had to take far more stops than he originally anticipated, but the circus finally saw northstar in the distance and all of the struggles it took to get there seemed worth it. "alright everyone, stop here for a minute." he called out to the curiosities, taking off his hat to hold in his hand as he took in a deep breath and turned around to face the rest of the team, a proud smile growing on his features.

"this is what we have been preparing for." he began with a small nod, looking over all of their faces. "the hours of hard work and dedication will pay themselves off tonight, i am proud of all that everyone has put into making the show everything it is." why was there a nervous feeling starting to grow in his stomach? "this right here is the start of something amazing-" he nodded his head, a thoughtful look on his face as he cleared his throat. "my friends, this is the moment we all have been waiting for. let's show them what we got, ey?"

and with that, the pre-thought out plans set into motion and finneas laurier took his place up on one of the elephants, motioning for the musicians to start playing as they made their grand entrance into northstar district to propose their idea of a few nights of performing for them.

he hoped it would all work out.


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[shadow=black,right]WARM HANDS, COLD HEART — harvey, he/they[/shadow]
Being with the circus was Harvey and Cyrus' saving grace. It was either this, or still living in that home, with several others just like them. Harvey hated it. Cyrus still tried to write to his mother, working on his handwriting skills, as they were not taught proper. She had stopped responding years ago. Harvey felt infuriated when their supplies were ransacked, and he became awfully protective over his own things, even from his brother. It was silly, but with what the twins had grown up with, what you had was what you had, and Harvey was not about to let his things be taken.

The ride was too bumpy for the redhead, making him complain often and try to switch seats with several of the members. Either denied too many times or their seat being too bumpy, Harvey had landed back in square one--sitting beside his brother on their rickety cart holding their elementals. Harvey was asleep, leaning against the back of their seat with his large hat covering his head. When they reached their destination, Cryus hit Harvey's arm, making him startle and smack Cryus back. The two of them turned their attention to Finneas, two pairs of green eyes landing on him at the same time. This was it. They had to give their all tonight.

Harvey immediately scrambled out of the cart, stopping by the wheel to stretch, holding their arms high above their head and groaning. Being cramped up for too long had done a number on his bones. He opened the back of the cart and hopped in, pulling out his equipment and scrambling for his position, setting up the coals that he would set aflame and walk across. He was excited, barely able to stop the smile pushing at the corners of his mouth.

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[shadow=black,right]COLD HANDS, WARM HEART — cyrus, he/him[/shadow]
Cyrus was the older of the two, and it showed in the tired eyes he wore. The way he dressed, the way he acted. He may be the more mature of the two, but he was still the same age as Harvey. Still born the same day, only born first. He worked frequently to support his family, especially his mother. She loved him, and it showed. Harvey was very clearly jealous, but he always hid it under wanting to be away from the home they lived in. He was always out late, leaving Cyrus to stay with their ill mother. She gave him his father's hat and journal one night, when Harvey was out, trying to get himself a job to move away. She had told him that she was proud of him, that she loved him and he was so, so much like his father. Cyrus held that so close to his heart.

Cyrus worried for Harvey.

Cyrus adjusted his legs as the wagon finally stopped shaking so much, now finally on flat road. The seat was very bumpy, but he did not mind. He found it peaceful, actually. It kept him grounded, jarring him from his thoughts. Despite Harvey's complaints, he fell asleep pretty easily, and Cyrus was very amused. It was nice. Cyrus enjoyed the quiet. When the cart in front of them slowed to a stop, Cyrus did too. He finally noticed the surroundings and let himself look around and enjoy the scenery, amazed. It was then that Finneas began talking, so Cyrus nudged Harvey. Startled, the redhead sat up and smacked Cyrus, making the older twin cringe and rub his arm.

He hopped off the cart and stretched as well, then went to grab his tools, too. He waited for Harvey to finish and grabbed the ice box he carried ice and all of his other tricks in. He pulled along the box to where Finneas had set up and went over to Harvey. He began to set up his station, pouring the ice into the box.

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[spoiler=//harvey's tags -- updated ;; 14/01/21]
general
> harvey reid ;; harv
> male ;; he/they
> 25yrs ;; ages real time ;; september 22nd
> laurier's traveling circus

physical
> physical health ;; 70%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> short, curly red hair ; green eyes ; freckles ; taller of the twins ; very thin
> no body modifications
> an awful amount of makeup ; loose button up shirts, often left unbuttoned ; tight black pants
> picture of artist he used to be in love with
> important things to note ;; n/a

personality
> flirty ; ambitious ; exuberant ; extroverted ; social ; envious
> depression/anxiety
> plays with his shirt

relationships
> brendan reid x fionna reid ; father is deceased, mother hasn't been seen in years
> cyrus reid (brother)
> gay
> no crush/lover

interaction/confrontation
> easy mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; speech is bolded.
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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[spoiler=//cyrus' tags -- updated ;; 14/01/21]
general
> cyrus reid ;; cy
> male ;; he/him
> 25yrs ;; ages real time ;; september 22nd
> laurier's traveling circus

physical
> physical health ;; 70%
> minor injuries ;; n/a
> major injuries ;; n/a
> important things to note ;; n/a

appearance
> short, curly red hair ; green eyes ; freckles ; shorter of the twins ; very thin
> no body modifications
> plain button ups ; sweater vests ; khakis ; saddle shoes
> picture of parents ; picture of harvey
> important things to note ;; always has a book on hand

personality
> shy ; ambitious ; anxious ; introverted ; friendly
> depression/anxiety
> no tics

relationships
> brendan reid x fionna reid ; father is deceased, mother hasn't been seen in years
> harvey reid (brother)
> straight
> current lover is sawyer

interaction/confrontation
> medium mentally | medium physically
> non-violent power play allowed
> will not attack/kill/maim/capture without asking the author
> do not kill/maim/capture without asking me (timothy)
> if you want to attack, use this colour (red) and underline it

misc importance
> "this is him talking." ;; speech is in italics.
> this is him thinking ;; thoughts are in italics
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TIMOTHY'S DEAD CHARACTERS
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Some spark of joy in the otherwise dismal port town.

Ever since the disaster following The Badlands most recent trip to Northstar District, the mood around the group seemed miserable and disheartened. Hell, even Green was somewhat shattered by the consecutive raids that had left the small group reeling. They were bending over backwards in order to try and provide some sort of life with whatever they had, working overtime until their bones ached with exhaustion just to keep each and every person fed and alive. The absolute bare minimum in survival, but that was what The Badlands tended to do to groups like Northstar District. Leech off of them until they could no longer function.

But Green had defeated The Badlands once; with the little strength he possessed left, he’d do the same when the time was right.

For now, a boost of morale was in order.

Green lifted his head up in alarm as he heard children squealing, prepared to handle another opposition as if he was always ready for another fight. But, brows knitted together once he saw the smiles on their faces before they announced to no one in particular, ❝ I see elephants! ❞ Wh- What? With a curled lip, Green followed the children, soon halting in awe as he watched a brigade of circus performers approaching to the sound of music, their animals in tow.

Was this for the District? This was certainly an event to boost morale, Green deemed as he huffed a small breath of relief. Soon, he began to make his way over, stopping nearby the group as he watched the performance. ❝ I’ve never seen a grand entrance like that before. ❞ He hummed with wonderment, then taking a step back once the group arrived to ask, ❝ This is amazing... Wow. Is this for us?! ❞ His eyes lit up; this was exactly what they needed.


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