come alive ┊ traveling circus (O)

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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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