Chapter one Sharp words. Pitch fork tongues.
A girl crossed off another would be job, but couldn't do it. The animals were in horrible condition, and the confinements were cruel. So she just walked away. She got into her car and looked through and found a possible job.
Cathy looked at the growing crowed, "Wow. I didn't realize so many people would turn out. It should be easy enough though."
"Yea, most look like they don't have a scrap of talent."
"Like you Duo."
"Ow. That hurts. I do have talents, their just not used for peace or are legal." Cathy rolled her eyes. She was grateful that they stopped what they were doing to come and help them. Since their hands up and left in the middle of the night. She should have realized they were illegal imigrants, and the governments were cracking down on them. Oh yes. Every one wanted to pick up elephant droppings.
The girl stood in line, 'Are. You. Fucking. Serious?' She looked at the large gathering of people. Most were wannabes, some would probably give her a good run for her money. She sighed, and looked at the paper again. No other jobs she wanted to do. She sighed, oh well. Nothing better to do. She'd be out on the streets in a month's time. Bitch.
Trowa wrapped his arms around his lover, "What do you think love?"
"How many do you think can actually perform the rigerous acts?"
"Looks can be deciving love."
"I know that, but most look like their not coordinated and-"
"Fall on their faces, like Duo?" There was a voice in the back ground, "Ha ha ha. Very funny. I fall over once, and I never hear the end of it."
She was getting really fed up with all of these wannabes. Really? Did half of these idiots think that they even stood a chance? There was clapping and she looked over her shoulder and there stood a girl with curly hair, "Alright, those of you with circus experience, on this side of the tent. Those of you who don't on the other side." She knew what this was about. Picking out the weak, and sending them packing. After about ten minutes they were divided, "The ones on this side, your excused." There was grumbling and complaining. The girl that had the curly hair introduced herself, "My name is Cathy. And I will give you fifteen minutes to get warmed up, so you can show us what you can do." Than she heard whispering, "I think it's that girl that belong to that Russian circus that has been accused of abusing and neglecting their animals."
"Yea, she looks really familiar."
' What the fuck do I have to do to stop these fucking rumors?!" Than her inner most concious continued, 'When your dead, duh!' She rolled her eyes mentally. 'Just denigh everything. There is no truth to these rumors. Bitch will go down in a flaming pile of scrap metal if I have anything to say about it.' She bent over backwards, she felt the popping, 'Ohhh, I so need to do this more often.' Than she saw Cathy head her way, 'No way in the seven hells is this good.' Cathy sat next to her, "I've been hearing rumors, that your circus has been abusing and neglecting their animals." She snorted, "You know as well as I do, there is no circus with no animals. All of our animals recieve the best of care. Hell I still owe our ecotic vet still so much money. And also the rumors about the way our animals are confined. Don't make me laugh. My mother preferred to see them cramped up into little cages, my father refused. She's destroying my circus, my father's dream, just because I refuse to be a prissy little ass, that has no brains, and get's married off to the person who pays for my hand. If she doesn't get what's coming to her from me, she'll have to answer to god. Because of her, if I ever see another peice of salmon or elk I may just go nuts. I used to love them, know I dread them. If you have any doubets, better tell me know, so I can focus on another job." Cathy left.
'Ugh. I hate my life.' She than did the splits and reached backwards, how many people were that flexable?
She heard clapping and her head turned towards the sound, "One at a time you have two minutes to show us what you can do. Just don't throw anything." She saw a box drawn on the mats. She knew what this was all about. She smirked. They were playing mind games. And she loved to play them.
Very few could either stay in the box or use all the room in the box. When it was her turn, she made sure to show how flexible she really was, and the movements she knew they were looking for. And made sure she used all the room in the white box. She knew they could see one of her tatoos that spoke volumes about her hatried to her own mother 'Love thy father. Hate thy mother.' Than a few of her fellow circus folk came in, "Boss, we need to leave."
"Yea, it's for the best." She glared at them, "Your fond of the steets, I'm not."
"No boss, we really need to leave."
"Why?" Than she heard a voice, she righted her self, and she reconized it. And it was coming this way. She was grabbed by the larger Russian, "Keep her from her knives!" The other two that were female tried to help restrain her, "Let! Me! At! Her!"
"Calm down!"
"Like the fuck I will! She lives in the lap of luxury because she steals money from people! Our fucking money!"
"Boss calm down! Please! Ron, get her out of here!"
"If she'd stop squirming to hard I would! Do you have any idea of what she would do if she got to her?!"
"Oh we all know!"
"Quit squirming!" The girl howled, "Only when the bitch is not only rotting in the ground, but in hell as well!" She saw her mothers fur coat, "Oh and we decide to wear a poor and helpless creature! Go figure!" Her mother bowed to her apparent bosses, "Please forgive my daughter, she's mentally unstable." That was the last straw that broke the camels back.