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The Circus of Life
Trowa Barton made his way out into the view of the audience, wearing his clown mask and baggy clown-like pants. He paid the announcer no attention as the small man ran through his usual speech, introducing Catherine and himself.
He bowed to Catherine and walked over to the large wooden wheel, where the costume-clad girl tied his hands and feet in place. If, for some reason, Trowa needed to get out of the way, he still could. But he trusted his sister. He always had. He quickly did his usual scan of the front rows of the audience, settling his gaze on a small blonde girl in the front.
Trowa fell into a state of near unconsiousness as Catherine went through her entire set of elegantly carved knives, throwing them all at him, but never hitting him. He blinked slightly as one embedded itself only a centimeter or two from his head.
A few hours earlier...
A young-looking girl was walking down the side of a road. All day she had been fending off male drivers who yelled obsene and discusting things at her. Sometimes just telling them to leave several times worked, other times she ran off into the trees nearby until the car left. She was tired and hungry, and had only a little money.
This young blonde girl looked innocent enough, and in a way, she was. She had lost all her memories. One day, she awoke in a dumpster in an alley on the L1 colony, covered in blood and clutching a small wad of money in her hand. That was three months ago. She had managed to survive on the money she had for the time, but now it was almost gone. She was trying to find a job- something simple, unpersonal, so no one would question her past. She had quickly discovered that she was very strong, and was good at lifting heavy things. She hoped that would help her. She had spent some of the last of her money on semi-new clothes- before, she had worn the same thing for the whole six months. She now wore a pair of tight-fitting black stretch pants, a tight black stretch tank top, and tennis shoes. The entire outfit had cost her only a few dollars.
She sighed as she made her way off the side of the road, heading towards a large group of tents and cars off in a field nearby. Her long blonde hair swayed a bit in the breeze, blowing wisps of the silver-gold waves into her eyes. She had tied it back with a piece of black string, but it still annoyed her.
'One of these days,' she thought, 'I'm going to hack it all off.' She smiled slightly as she made her way to the entrance.
"Young miss!" a man called to her as she began to walk inside the main tent. She looked up at him- she was shorter than most, about 5'5''. "Do you have a ticket?" he asked. She looked up at him innocently.
"Oops, I forgot." she said, and smiled. She turned and pretended to make her way to the brightly colored ticket booth. As soon as the man stopped watching her, she crept over to the side of the tent and pulled up the bottom lip of the tent. She easily slipped under the tarp, sneaking in to join the crowds of happy people. She made her way to the front and sat between a snoozing old lady and a hyperactive six year old. The first act she saw was a pair of acrobats. Then a man and a young woman came out into the spotlight in the center ring. The girl could see a wooden wall being set up behind them as the announcer introduced them. She watched the entire show, staring at the seemingly one-eyed boy the whole time. When he left the stage, her attention faltered, and she watched the rest of the show half-heartedly.
Sooner than she thought, the show was over, and the crowds filtered out. Soon, she was the only one of the audience left. She saw as men came out and began to move everything out of the tents and into large trucks. Silently she waited, watching to see who was in charge and perhaps offer her service. So still and intent was she on her observations that she didn't even notice as a tall boy approached her.
(AN: Okay, I'm only referring to her as 'she' and 'the girl' because she... oh, nevermind, you'll see in just a minute!!!)
Trowa approached the blonde goddess slowly. He had caught her gaze during his act and was interested in her.
"Why are you still here? The shows ended an hour ago." Trowa said. She looked up.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just-" she stopped. He watched her.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm really just looking for a job." she told him. He managed not to let his surprise show on his face.
"Circus training takes a long time... But I know who you need to talk to if you're serious. What act?" he asked, talking a bit more than usual. She shook her head slightly at his words.
"Not an act, really- I was going to ask for a meal a day and a bed at night in exchange for moving, lifting, or carrying anything that needs to be." she nodded towards the guys who were still clearing the rings. "Like them." Trowa blinked slightly. This small girl? Lift and carry the stuff that they used, some of which weighed more than 400 pounds.
"..." Obviously his silence spoke for his thoughts.
"I am pretty strong." the girl said meekly. Trowa stood, bringing her to her feet with him.
"By the way, my name's Trowa Barton. What's yours?" he asked, curious as to this young girl and her situation. The girl paused before answering.
"I don't know."
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The Circus of Life
Trowa Barton made his way out into the view of the audience, wearing his clown mask and baggy clown-like pants. He paid the announcer no attention as the small man ran through his usual speech, introducing Catherine and himself.
He bowed to Catherine and walked over to the large wooden wheel, where the costume-clad girl tied his hands and feet in place. If, for some reason, Trowa needed to get out of the way, he still could. But he trusted his sister. He always had. He quickly did his usual scan of the front rows of the audience, settling his gaze on a small blonde girl in the front.
Trowa fell into a state of near unconsiousness as Catherine went through her entire set of elegantly carved knives, throwing them all at him, but never hitting him. He blinked slightly as one embedded itself only a centimeter or two from his head.
A few hours earlier...
A young-looking girl was walking down the side of a road. All day she had been fending off male drivers who yelled obsene and discusting things at her. Sometimes just telling them to leave several times worked, other times she ran off into the trees nearby until the car left. She was tired and hungry, and had only a little money.
This young blonde girl looked innocent enough, and in a way, she was. She had lost all her memories. One day, she awoke in a dumpster in an alley on the L1 colony, covered in blood and clutching a small wad of money in her hand. That was three months ago. She had managed to survive on the money she had for the time, but now it was almost gone. She was trying to find a job- something simple, unpersonal, so no one would question her past. She had quickly discovered that she was very strong, and was good at lifting heavy things. She hoped that would help her. She had spent some of the last of her money on semi-new clothes- before, she had worn the same thing for the whole six months. She now wore a pair of tight-fitting black stretch pants, a tight black stretch tank top, and tennis shoes. The entire outfit had cost her only a few dollars.
She sighed as she made her way off the side of the road, heading towards a large group of tents and cars off in a field nearby. Her long blonde hair swayed a bit in the breeze, blowing wisps of the silver-gold waves into her eyes. She had tied it back with a piece of black string, but it still annoyed her.
'One of these days,' she thought, 'I'm going to hack it all off.' She smiled slightly as she made her way to the entrance.
"Young miss!" a man called to her as she began to walk inside the main tent. She looked up at him- she was shorter than most, about 5'5''. "Do you have a ticket?" he asked. She looked up at him innocently.
"Oops, I forgot." she said, and smiled. She turned and pretended to make her way to the brightly colored ticket booth. As soon as the man stopped watching her, she crept over to the side of the tent and pulled up the bottom lip of the tent. She easily slipped under the tarp, sneaking in to join the crowds of happy people. She made her way to the front and sat between a snoozing old lady and a hyperactive six year old. The first act she saw was a pair of acrobats. Then a man and a young woman came out into the spotlight in the center ring. The girl could see a wooden wall being set up behind them as the announcer introduced them. She watched the entire show, staring at the seemingly one-eyed boy the whole time. When he left the stage, her attention faltered, and she watched the rest of the show half-heartedly.
Sooner than she thought, the show was over, and the crowds filtered out. Soon, she was the only one of the audience left. She saw as men came out and began to move everything out of the tents and into large trucks. Silently she waited, watching to see who was in charge and perhaps offer her service. So still and intent was she on her observations that she didn't even notice as a tall boy approached her.
(AN: Okay, I'm only referring to her as 'she' and 'the girl' because she... oh, nevermind, you'll see in just a minute!!!)
Trowa approached the blonde goddess slowly. He had caught her gaze during his act and was interested in her.
"Why are you still here? The shows ended an hour ago." Trowa said. She looked up.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just-" she stopped. He watched her.
"What?" he asked.
"I'm really just looking for a job." she told him. He managed not to let his surprise show on his face.
"Circus training takes a long time... But I know who you need to talk to if you're serious. What act?" he asked, talking a bit more than usual. She shook her head slightly at his words.
"Not an act, really- I was going to ask for a meal a day and a bed at night in exchange for moving, lifting, or carrying anything that needs to be." she nodded towards the guys who were still clearing the rings. "Like them." Trowa blinked slightly. This small girl? Lift and carry the stuff that they used, some of which weighed more than 400 pounds.
"..." Obviously his silence spoke for his thoughts.
"I am pretty strong." the girl said meekly. Trowa stood, bringing her to her feet with him.
"By the way, my name's Trowa Barton. What's yours?" he asked, curious as to this young girl and her situation. The girl paused before answering.
"I don't know."
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