anyarps:

I love chill roleplay partners that don’t mind when you go mia for a while and totally understand that some weeks you’re just busy and some days you’re not even busy you just don’t want to deal with the world in general/don’t want to do a thing and who don’t think that just bc you haven’t talked in a week or two that means the plot is dead and who don’t need to be in daily contact with you to enjoy writing/talking/plotting with you and I love that when we finally have so time time to talk/rp we just pick up right where we left off and it’s never weird or awkward God bless u guys

[ ♕ ] A casual arm slumps around the other’s shoulder when he leans in to murmur the details, in order for others to not eavesdrop on them. He hums pleasantly, already having guessed the thrill of the game wouldn’t be rejected in the slightest.  ❝Got someone in mind, eh?❞

          he leaned in closer, a mischievous grin tugging at the           corners of his lips. he held onto every word, his interest           increasing. well, this sounded like an interesting game.           one he would be more than happy to take part in.

               “ sounds like a good idea t’me, boss ! ”

[ ♕ ] ❝I hope I don’t make ‘ee uncomfortable!❞ He says lightly, pausing in front of a tent to look at her, the cheerful mood not disappearing in the slightest.  ❝Say, if ya could join th’ circus for a day, what would ya like to do?❞

   ;;✬ “That is quite interesting!” Her face lit up like a rose at his comment, and she couldn’t help the girlish giggle, “You flatter me, Joker!”

[ ♕ ] ❝Oh no, don’t misunderstand. It was just a friendly reminder, y’know?❞

           “ One dad is enough for me,               thank you. “

[ ♕ ] ❝Ya bet!❞ He reassures, his gaze on her more sympathetic than anything.  ❝Worshipped thy were, I tell ‘ee. The elegance ‘ee display doesn’t make ya much more different than ‘em.❞ 

   ;;✬ “Truly?” That was quite the surprise! Her lessons weren’t that worldly, focusing on things deemed more practical. This man must be a trove of knowledge from his many travels! “The only things I had ever learned about Egypt were some of it’s rulers. I never knew cats were so important!”

[ ♕ ] It would be a lie to say the granted view wasn’t at least hilarious, to say. There’s no reason to mask his smile, for that’s what it meant being a part of circus to begin with. Bringing both his hands to the corners of his mouth, his words come out melodiously, when he yells back.·❝Balance, Smile, balance!❞

More than oblivious to the difficulties the younger male was dealing with, his head tipped to the side while watching the scene unfold before him, growing rather skeptical. ❝Pretty sure 'ee were better than this when we met. What happened t' that?❞

@xpierrot

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   There he stood, the Earl of Phantomhive, countless feet up in the air, clutching to the baton which he had been given as he stared into the abyss right before him. Before the tightrope which he was supposed to cross, his knees felt impressively alike to butter.

   Barely daring to look down at Joker who was expectingly watching him, Ciel did his best to suppress the growing feeling of dizziness, standing frozen in his spot.

     ❝I-I’m really not sure if this is such a good idea-!❞

[ ♕ ] ❝Sheesh, man. Ain’t ya parents taught you not t’assume things ‘bout people ‘cuz of rumours? ‘ee want a lesson on that or somethin’?❞

          “ I never claimed it to be true,              I simply said what I had heard             and everyone got offended by it.             Which only leads me to believe it             is true. “

ooc: i knew downloading assassin’s creed and skyrim would ruin my life--

I may not kill anyone, but I have never been afraid to take what I need to survive.

Ashe Vernon, from “Bad Habits,” Belly of the Beast (via teamrocketrps)

[ ♕ ] ❝Such an educated young lady. ‘ee mother must be proud!❞ He praises in return, the compliments right at the tip of his tongue, for he knows how to verbally please.  ❝Cats are thought of as sacred in some regions! Y’see, in Egypt, cats were rather much preferred bein’ rescued over people, ‘cuz of their beliefs & stuff.❞

   ;;✬ “Well, it is something worth commending!” His question made her fluster for a moment, regal wasn’t something often associated with her. “Really? I’m usually called a puppy, but I’d quite like being a cat more!”

[ ♕ ] Children had always been the aspect of pure innocence, which is why Father associated them with prey. It had never been an agreement from his side, the way those unfortunate souls were used and toyed with, but vowing to do anything in return for a home prevented him from the smallest objection. Of course, the grotesque scene was always masked by the joy and humour brought by the circus members. Professionally instructed, any sign of void emotions was well hidden from the spectators, and yet..

A little girl shows before him and speaks of things like Beast and Dagger and Baron... Recklessness? It was almost an unknown word in their dictionary. What could a child understand about the kind of life they had to deal with on a daily basis? There’s a sigh leaving his lips, until he bursts into a sudden fit of laughter, patting at her shoulders a couple of times. ❝Gotta admit, ‘ee almost got me there for a sec’! Ya here t’ audition for the actress spot or somethin’?❞

This was the first time Nina ever saw a circus, a luck that the doctor could buy two tickets for half the price. For now, he was busy taking them food and smoking on the other side of the marquee, the girl then deciding to go meet the members of this circus. For any unknown reason, she always imagined this place to be full of happiness and bright colors, but before going toward the ginger haired man…She accidently saw a woman with a leg prosthesis muttering about a certain “Baron”. According to the child, something seemed off. Why were thir limbs damaged and replaced by “funny” prosthesis? As a nurse, this seemed not a clean thing to do.

“Maybe…Maybe I’m worrying for nothing. It’s just that a woman, I think she was named “beast” was being comforted by a little blond man, that’s a cruel name…”beast”. I-I apologize! I shouldn’t have listened the conversation but she said she didn’t like a “Baron” or something….So I was just being curious, and I don’t want people to receive bad treatments.”

[ ♕ ] ❝Doesn’t attract ‘ee enough, good sir?❞

There’s joy in his tone upon the question being asked, a hand rested on his hip while approaching the unsatisfied male. The Halloween themed masquerade was to roll the entire week and the following one, the goal being to attract people ( without it resulting to chaos this time ). Around his arm was attached a pumpkin filled with different treats, the one offered this time being folded candy in the specific colors: black and orange.  ❝How ‘bout caramel?❞

&. @xpierrot​ ; X

❛ What is the appeal of candy apples? This thing tastes disgusting. ❜  Tongue lapping at the treat in question, Hanabusa can’t help but shudder at the overdose of sugar assaulting his taste buds. Yet, child and adults alike, seemed to really appreciate the treat, seeing as they were always waving them about so enthusiastically, more so during the autumn season.             – ❛ Honestly, what do people see in these things? ❜

[ ♕ ] ❝You’re bein’ too much.❞ He replies humbly, turning towards her with a warm smile, which eventually evolved to laughter.·❝Ah, yeah. Cats, ‘ey? Quite the regal ones.. Suits ‘ee, wouldn’t ‘cha say?❞

   ;;✬ “That’s astounding!” It dawned on her how many questions she was asking the man, and her cheeks lit slightly. Suddenly feeling a bit sheepish she couldn’t help a small, nervous giggle. “Sorry about that, curiosity killed the cat as they say.”

[ ♕ ] If it weren’t for how well he was composed, the man would’ve flinched at how intimidating those few words sounded just now. A half nod of his head is given to the statement, still rather unsure of whether or not he was to receive aid for his problem. Lashes lowered, his arm remains hidden, a sign of slight shame to be put on display in such a state. ❝ ‘course, sir.❞ Comes as a delayed reply, tone heavy with defeat.·

Depending on others was something he’d been doing his entire life -- so why does it suddenly feel so tiresome?

Train of thoughts interrupted when hope is given to him, his head raises, the corner of his mouth twitching into the ghost of a smile.·❝Anythin’, I assure ‘ee. What do I have to do?❞

Amusing. 

“I see.” If he could react any more apathetic on another’s misfortune, undoubtfully the picture of a machine would fix itself upon his whole person, yet the voice was oddly filled with warm hint of compassion, fairly contrasting with the stone-facade look on his face. “You may explain to me later ‘who’ sent you here.” As of now, this information held no use and a beckon of his head came, as speaking inside the vast and empty corridors - truly it held not much of a ‘professional’ aura ( if there was any need to install it! ).

Steps to his office were few - a good thing the male held not much need for sleep.

“I may be able to help you, indeed.” But of course! Never would a ‘case’ be taken, if not solace and consolation, the fix of a dire problem, could be offered in exchange! “Depending on, of course, how you allow yourself to be ‘helped’. This is up for you to decide.”

[ ♕ ] The corner of his mouth etched upward into an uneasy smile. Words, he thought, were not necessary in this situation -- understanding, however, was entirely a different story. Arm lowered and bunched behind cloak, a sigh escapes past his lips. Was it a misleading?

❝Naw, sir. Y’see, this is how I’ve been born -- ❞ Completely unfortunate, echoes the voice in the back of his mind, but never spoken outloud. · ❝The person who sent me said I’ll find all the needed help in here.❞ His head makes a quick turn, implying the referred place. Nevertheless, he begins to grow doubtful over the taken decision to visit the clinic.

❝Yes. I humbly ask for·‘ee help.❞

// Unknown ‘Patient’

To say he was not a fan of silent ‘conversation’, it was rather easy to spot the ‘request’ the other held before him ( yet, why would there ever be the pursue of such in this center? ), making him arch an eyebrow in - just as equally - silent inquire. 

“Given your actual ‘visual’ condition, I suppose this did not happen just a few hours ago.” Nevertheless, it made him stop and wait. “I, furthermore, assume you are aware about this clinic being for - psychological - care and not physical one, else it would be rather - curious - why you are here.” But nevertheless, it appeared that he had made himself a ‘name’ ( so to say! ), and a sigh would pass his lips just as much as Lorne would shrug his shoulders merely lightly. 

Appeared it would be a long night. 

“So - you want help, I believe.”

[ ♕ ] A pause of his step is made, when her hand brushes along his ( unfortunately ) prothesis, like he was going to consider it. ❝Beast, ‘ee know there ain’t much of a choice.❞ The words come out in a hushed murmur, back partially turned to her.  

A frown melted into her face and she looked at him sadly , taking a few steps forward and taking his hand. “Why no’ come back with me..got a little bit a that bottle left. Let’s have a drink. Don’ go..”