New story! Yaaaaayyyy! Or, not yay. So, I haven't even worked on my other stories for quite a while, I apologize for that. On top of that, I have a whole other story I have written down. Only the first chapter but I'mma try to get a few chapters down and written before even trying to post it up.
So, this is a roleplay. Yurp, this whole thing is an ongoing roleplay with my new friend! I'm roleplaying Aster, Pitch and North. She's playing Jack, Tooth, Sandy and Gamzee ((who I have no clue who he is but he's not an OC and seems pretty cool)).
Oh! And she's posting this up on AO3, so don't be surprised if you see it up on there. She goes by the name
cyanideSweetheart on AO3! ;3
So yeah, this is Cirque of Freaks and it's JackRabbit, QuickSand annnddd yeah. We're working out the rest but asdfghjkl it's hard to think xP.
Aster
Once upon a time, there were two newly weds that loved each other dearly. The mother had a beautiful smile and the father's eyes sparkled bright with laughter. When the woman learned she was pregnant, they were both completely elated. A baby of their very own? A gorgeous baby girl or bouncing baby boy?
They waited excitedly until the nine months were finally up. But, they weren't happy with the baby the doctor brought them. Instead of smiles and welcoming arms, they cried and sobbed at the sight of their child. Why?
Because, when the baby boy his parents had been waiting for so excitedly arrived, he wasn't anything like they had expected.
Something had happened. Something had gone wrong. That wasn't their baby. That couldn't be their precious baby boy.
But, that was their baby boy. The baby boy that had been born with black hair, the same as his mother, and dark green eyes, the same as his father; he was their baby. The little boy that had been born mutated. His green eyes had a feral look to them, his legs were shaped differently than a humans, and although it was almost unnoticeable, they were shaped similar to a rabbit's legs. His nails, which should have been soft and human like, were longer than they should have been and much stronger, too; they were similar to claws.
Dark blue and dark silver streaks ran through pure black hair, dark gray rabbit ears, the tips an inky black, sticking out of his hair. A dark gray rabbit tail, the underpart being a light silver, protruded from the base of his spine. He just couldn't be their baby.
Oh, but he was. Of course no one found out about the boy. Everything was kept under wraps. The doctor seemed to know exactly what to do with this type of situation. No information about the little boy ever left the delivery room.
And the little boy grew, surrounded by parents that wanted nothing to do with the mutation that was their child. They were torn apart by the birth of the child and often fought, almost violently so. He grew up surrounded by screaming accusations, drunken hits and shattering glass.
Because of how he was born, he had certain... Traits his parents didn't approve of. They refused to let the boy, their supposed son, act like the mutant part of him. He wasn't allowed to hop as high as he wanted, he wasn't allowed to grit his teeth in the way a rabbit shows affection, he wasn't allowed to sniff the air for different scents, he wasn't allowed to eat carrots, he wasn't allowed to chew on bark, he wasn't allowed to walk barefoot and he wasn't allowed to dig.
Of course, because of all of the restrictions and abuse in his life, Aster learned to sneak around and hide his secrets. He would practice jumping high and digging anyways when his parents were passed out in a drunken stupor. He would sniff the air when his parents weren't paying attention, something they rarely did unless they were beating him.
And he kept secrets, secrets he never told anyone. He could speak to the animals that sometimes wandered into his small backyard; he could twitter to the birds, chirp to the chipmunks, bark to the dogs, meowl to the cats and chatter with the rabbits.
His biggest secret, however, was the fact that he could morph completely into a rabbit. Not even a cute, small one. He would turn into a rabbit the size that he was; his skin would be covered with fur and his face would morph into a snout. His teeth would sharpen dangerously and his eyes would turn into slits. He terrified himself; he knew he was different and he hated it.
He never went to a proper school and as a result his manner of speech was from whatever he had picked up from the shouts of his parents or the voices that trailed into his attic window from the street. Of course, his Australian accent didn't help make his speech any easier to understand and comprehend.
He was often starved, his parents wasting any money they made on booze and cigarettes. His clothes were often too small or too big; they were always worn and had small tears in them.
He didn't have much human communication and as a result, took to talking to himself as well as having many imaginary friends. Just figments of her imaginations that eventually disappeared, leaving only voices that only she could hear. He'd talk to those voices for hours on end; about how he was afraid of getting another beating, about how the dark was safer because his parents couldn't see him, about how he didn't understand why he was so different, about how it wasn't fair.
One day, when he was twelve, he ran away from home; his animal friends helping out by alerting him when his parents had passed out. He didn't know where he was going or how he would survive, he only knew that he needed to escape.
And so, he did. He escaped and never looked back. Wearing only a baggy shirt and loose basketball shorts, he managed to join the circus and has been there ever since.
Twelve Years Later
I lay down, head resting on my arms as a soft sigh left me, a lazy grin on my face.
Today had been a great performance, they'd just arrived at a new town and tonight had been the first show. Everyone had been excited; it wasn't an everyday occurrence that they ended up in as big a city New York.
I rolled off my couch, which was also my bed, and allowed myself to fall on the carpeted floor. I had one of the better trailers the Cirque Of Freaks had to offer; I was one of the main acts after all.
I slowly got up, stretching until my white t-shirt rode up my sculpted stomach. I'd gained quite a few muscles since I'd joined Cirque of Freaks twelve years ago. I'd grown from a lanky twelve year old to a muscled man. I stood at 6"1, had sun-kissed skin, had a sculpted eight-pack, and, to top it off, had an Australian accent. Sure, I was fairly modest, but even I had to admit that I was pretty handsome.
I'd taken a quick shower after the last show of the day and thrown on a new pair of basketball shorts, as they were always the comfiest.
My ears twitched as I raised a clawed hand to touch my furry ears. I had no human ears, just rabbit ears. I wasn't like others, but I'd grown to accept it. In the outside world I had been an outcast, but in Cirque of Freaks, I was a performer.
North
"Ahhh, another day, another performance" The 27 year old Russian stretched fully before letting a hand rest on his sculpted stomach, lazily flexing his muscles. His other hand scratched at his bristled chin before running through his spiky brown hair, still wet from his recent shower.
With a grin, he flopped onto his bed, not caring that he was only wearing a pair of pajama pants. He closed his eyes, allowing sleep to overtake him.
Kozmotis
A pale hand ran down his face, a groan leaving him. He was tired, he glared at the money yet to be counted on the desk in front of him as he took off the gold and red ringmaster's hat from his spiky black hair and placing it on said desk.
"Whyyyyyyyy?" His whine echoed throughout his trailer as he slammed his forehead on his desk, ignoring how a few bills of money floated to the floor.
Jack
My life story isn't exactly the greatest, so I'll skip over the dull bits.
My name's Jack. Jack Frost. Yeah, I know, I got stuck with the most hilarious name ever, let's all treat Jack here like he's going to suddenly freeze us all and bring about eternal winter, just 'cause his name is the same as some not-very-evil frost spirit.
Which, in fact, I could. In theory, that is. I could, but I won't. Why is that? Oh, it may just be that I'm actually a pretty nice guy once you get to know me! Not that anyone ever has. Which is why I'm here, of all places.
Where is that, you may ask? Well, it happens that I am in the middle of a circus, being led around by a creepy dude with horns and a clown getup. By horns, I don't mean bike horns, although that would be kinda fitting, seeing as the guy keeps honking to himself every couple minutes. No, I mean horns. Orange ones. I would speculate on exactly what mutation in his DNA he must've been stuck with in order to get those things, but hey, I'm not one to judge, especially as I'm the kid with the power that can turn things into popsicles.
In any case, the clown had been leading me around for about half an hour, showing me all the stuff around the camp they had set up. It was pretty cool, but strange, seeing as they had apparently set all this stuff up overnight. The big top certainly hadn't been there yesterday. Impressive, too, because as far as I could see, they only had about fifty people who were obviously staff, tops. I could practically feel the lost sleep pressing down on me like an oppressive blanket.
Or maybe that was just me. I don't get much sleep, to be honest. Being a runaway can be a real downer on your sleep schedule, because believe me, the cops don't exactly like it when you sleep in their parks' trees.
The clown lead me to a specific dwelling (house on wheels? Fancy, for a circus, I guess) and knocked on the door with a lanky, bony hand. "Heeeeeey, Bunnymund. Got a moment for a poor motherfucker like me?" I snorted softly. Bunnymund? He sounded like some sort of fluffy rabbit yet undiscovered by Animal Planet or something.
Toothiana
In another corner of the camp, a small young woman hung from a cocoon-nest of brightly-colored silks and other fabrics hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by the chirping and murmuring of her little hummingbirds, who were all asleep after an exhausting performance. Of course, they weren't actually hummingbirds, haha, no, they were fairies! The audience just thought they were hummingbirds because they didn't get to look close enough to see their cute little faces, and plus, Ko- er, the Ringmaster had all told them so. It was somehow more plausible for Tooth to be able to talk to birds than have real-life fairies.
Humans! She'd never understand how they worked.
Right now, even though all her fairies were tuckered out(like the little troopers deserved, yes they did), she was almost buzzing with excitement! She had heard from Gam that they were getting a new arrival today, and she just couldn't wait to see them. Her bright feathers ruffled as she imagined what they might look like, or what they'd be like, or- OOOOOH, what if they had really nice teeth? It wasn't for nothing that she had earned the nickname Tooth(even though it was technically just a shortened version of her name). She loooooved teeth, of all shapes and sizes, especially when they were well taken care of! A happy, gurgling chirr bubbled in her chest as she nuzzled into her blankets.
Well, she was pretty tired, she supposed... One little nap wouldn't hurt.
Tooth was fast asleep in seconds.
Sanderson
A small golden head poked up over the side of the ringleader's window, eyes round and happy. A smile was on his round face, but if fell somewhat when he saw the state Pitch was in. Gently, he knocked on the window, waving at the other man through the glass. Why he didn't use the door was a mystery, but apparently he liked to use the windows instead. They were just wide enough for his portly frame to slip through... with a little help. He sometimes had a hard time with them, unfortunately.
So yeah, ;3; ain't it beautiful? xD I'm having so much roleplaying this whole thing, it's pretty interesting. My favorite part is most definitely the awkwardness of it all.
Oh, and smexy, shirtless, Adonis Aster is pretty hot too.
OMG! I almost forgot ^-^ So, um, here's what's so awkward about it all. Pitch and Sandy ended up getting drunk one nigh and ended up in bed. Next day everything was awkward and they refuse to talk about the matter. They think that the other thinks its a mistake even though they both having feelings for each other.
HerHiddenSecret~~~