PyrusAngel: Welcome to the Carnival! It's the amazing time I've been hinting at for the past four chapters. I hope you all enjoy. Review! Review! Review and TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
Challenge: Can you guess which members of the Eastern Gypsy Troupe is which one of our heroes? I'll give a shout out to anyone who gets it right in the next chapter.
Kit: A very good observation. The main idea behind Raven always not carrying about her shop is because it isn't her base of income. So I ask you what could be taking Raven on all her trips and make closing the shop 100% more important? You'll find out ;) I'm also sorry that wasn't very clear...I'll do better next time!
Disclaimer: I wish I owned something as famous as the X-men but for now I'm just happy playing with couples and learning how to write better. Woohooo :D
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It was actually Fred who found the gypsy name website near midnight, and after a little more debating and arguing over names the team finally fell asleep right where they had been sitting. Rogue lay beside Wanda and Kitty her smile larger then it had been in many months. As she fell asleep Rogue couldn't help but think, "This is going to be an exciting two days."
Chapter 14: Bienvenus au Carnavel: Day 1 Welcome to the Carnival
Rogue woke to the sound of someone cooking in the kitchen and after a quick look around the room Rogue concluded it was Fred and Todd. She stretched and checked the time on her cell, which reads 4:39 am. She groaned softly before getting up and heading to the kitchen. She noticed the two men cooking enough for an army and, at the time Wanda had set the alarms, they were right in doing so.
Rogue was about to greet the pair, but was distracted by the cloths that hung on the staircase. Fourteen outfits hung along the railing shinning in the dim light coming from the kitchen. Styled for each of the three teams; gypsies, tramps, and thieves, each having the colors that suited the person they belonged to.
Rogue saw her outfit and gasped. It was exactly the same outfit she had seen in her dream all those months ago; from the silver bands at her wrists down to the silver and dark green pants. The only thing wrong were the shoes. Instead of the silver flats with emerald beading that had been in her dream, Rogue saw a pair of plain emerald green flats. Not that she was being ungrateful, it just wasn't perfect.
"Oh Rogue your awake." Came Fred's voice as he rounded the corner.
"Mornin' Fred." Rogue greeted, as she turned.
"You wouldn't know what time the alarm is to go off do you?"
No sooner had Fred asked that "Call Me Maybe" by Carly Rae Jepson began blaring in the living room, quickly followed by loud yells and groans. Rogue smirked.
"4:45 am, which I assume is now." Rogue smirked jokingly as John stumbled out of the living room.
"You don' say shelia." came John's sleepy voice from the other room.
The pair laughed before joining Todd in the kitchen quickly followed by the others."Today's gonna beh a long day." Rogue thought later as she dawned her gypsy outfit and a coat to cover it before following the others to the limo that Mr. Maximoff had sent to pick them all up.
They arrived at the large field behind Bayville high school, that double as every sport's teams' practice field from the archery practice by the forest to the east and Bayville Stadium to the far west. They met Mr. Maximoff at the sign-in booth. Kitty negotiated with the man behind the counter frowning slightly as she returned to the group.
"Its like sooo unfair!"
"What's up?" Mr. Maximoff inquired.
"They've like put us in the farthest part of the Carnival! E-302" Kitty yelled.
"Wait...How's dat a problem?" Fred asked confused.
"Because everyone usually stays to the westside close to the Stadium." Pietro explained.
The others began to complain about the set up, that was until Lexa raised her hand silencing all of them. They looked at the girl who smiled creepily at the rest of them.
"If they want to put us at such a disadvantage then I suggest we do a little show of our own. We are the first group here after all."
They all huddled together and plotted. Only once they were all agreed on the plan for the opening ceremonies later that day at 8 am, did they begin to lug all their props over to the far east side away from of the looming Bayville Stadium.
Once everything had arrived safely the girls disappeared into their make up wagon, it was really a makeup trailer that Mr. Maximoff's team had disguised as a medieval times wagon. Meanwhile the guys and Mr. Maximoff's team set up the rest of the wagons, the stage, and audience seating area. Rogue shivered as she stepped into the warmer trailer.
"Damn its cold this morning." Jubilee complained, as she took off her long yellow jacket.
"What do you think? Thief or Tramp for the morning show?" Jubilee asked comparing the two tops.
"Thief," Wanda stated, "I only want you guys to be all out at are later shows anyway."
"Got it!" Jubilee and Kitty chimed, while Tabitha cursed a little under her breath.
Rogue smirked at their reactions while she went over to the mirror and began taking off her thick make up. Once she as done the girls gasped.
"Wow Rogue you look like...AMAZING!" Kitty yelled, jumping up and down her anklet bells jingling happily.
"Thanks Kitty." Rogue smiled, as she applied light natural make-up to her face this time around.
Rogue also made it a point to hide her white bangs, since they would give her away instantly. Wanda and Tabitha helped her by curling her long hair and pulling the white bangs back under the wild auburn curls. Kitty was helping pull Lexa's thick black hair into a high pony tail, while Jubilee fussed with her sleeves.
"Kit don't forget to get your mic from Forge, alright!" Wanda called back before exiting the wagon.
"Don't worry I'll like go find him right now." Kitty called, as she raced out to find said tech boy.
Rogue glanced once more at the mirror and smirked. She looked good. Happy even as the clock struck 7:30.
"HALF HOUR TIL SHOW!" Tabitha yelled, causing Rogue to jump and race out of the wagon to join the others.
-Remy P.O.V-
Why was he here again...Oh right because Belladonna drug him to this stupid opening ceremonies and then later to the 'Kissing Booth'. Ick. Now don't get Remy wrong. He loves women. Tall women, skinny women, curvy women, women of every color skin, hair, eyes, and so on. Basically he loved all beautiful women. That didn't make him want to be sold like a show pony so said women could kiss and grope him.
"Remy its starting," Danielle whispered, snapping Remy back to reality.
Sure enough the sun was shining and the church bells announced the time, the horns blared and the band began to play. The colors and costumes of everyone around them, made it look like a sea of wildflowers surrounding a single large rock in the center of Bayville Stadium. Once everyone had gathered at the main stage, that had been set up before the main gates that lead onto the practice fields, principle Kelly walked up to a podium and held up a hand for silence.
"Today marks the beginning of a two day celebration. I welcome students and parents alike to enjoy the fair grounds and the many tents being put on by our talented students. I beg everyone to remember the school rules, while at the fair grounds. I remind everyone that at the end of the Carnival tomorrow the teachers and I will count the votes submitted by our visitors before awarding the prizes. Now please I welcome you to the Bayville Carnival of 2013."
As Principle Kelly said those words confetti cannons were released and the main gates swung open. As they opened however the speakers crackled to life as a band of colorfully dressed men and women came racing out into the on coming crowd as "Hips Don't Lie" by Shakira now played clearly over the stadium speakers.
"What's the meaning of this!" yelled Principle Kelly, but he was silenced into a chair by a passing dancer.
She wore a black skirt with flames along the bottom, while a black scarf, covered in jingling coins, had been wrapped around her waist. The girl's top left little to the imagination with her snow white skin, flat stomach, and simple off the shoulder red shirt, though Remy was sure she was wearing a skimpier top under the loss shirt. The girl smirked as she teased the principle with the red scarf she had been dancing with, while two more dancers joined her on stage.
The male sang first. His strawberry blonde hair was hard to hide under the black headband that fell to his mid back, but Remy guessed it was part of the act. The guy wore a long red trench coat that had black patches in it, no shirt, and black pants that had a lot of pockets as well as tall brown boots. This guy sang the song pretty well though his accent through it off just a tad, but many of the girls around Remy seemed to be pleased by the lightly tanned chest and abs.
The other girl was in pink, her top was a little revealing for the children in the audience, but her dancing was tame. She wore a bejeweled bra top, that had a pink tie behind her neck. The top also had six strands of beads and bells that hung over her stomach. The skirt was dark pink and reached her ankles, where she wore bell anklets. Over the dark pink dress was a bejeweled belt that had more beads and bells as well as lighter pink fabric that mixed in with the dress. Her singing was decent, while her smile and dancing made up covered her mess ups.
It was then that Remy began to look around at the other performers. They where strategically set up to be seen from everywhere and by everyone yet they each had different talents and different outfits. Farther away stood a girl thief, if Remy had to guess, who was currently flipping seven daggers in the air, mindful of the nearby children.
She wore black jacket that cut off at her mid back with long sleeves, that one would think would prohibit moment but this girl seemed unaffected. She wore a tight belly shirt under her short jacket, as well as a right pair of black shorts and high heeled boots. She was one of the more conservatively dressed in the group.
Another girl passed Remy her short blond hair vanishing behind a long gold scarf that Remy found being pulled around him as the girl danced by him. Though she wore a green short jacket like the other girl this girl had tied her shirt low so her boobs were on display. She short skirt clung to her mid thigh though as she danced it inched higher and higher. As quickly as she appeared she was gone off to find another male victim.
Similarly there was another male doing similar to the girl. For a moment he was shocked as he recognize the said man as Pietro, but then again Remy should of guessed. Pietro was shirtless wearing only his tight fitting dark brown pants, short brown boots, and dark brown leather cuffs on his wrists. He easily captivated his share of the audience as he flirted, danced, and caused many women to swoon.
Remy continued scanning the crowed for more of the group. He saw a rather large man lifting people and chairs, one of the chairs currently holding Principle Kelly, while another member of the group danced with the little children teaching them the dance that some of her comrades were performing.
On his next scan of the crowd however Remy's eyes stopped as the voices broke off allowing for the musical interlude. There at the base of the stage stood a girl. She had wild auburn hair with green ribbons and bells hidden within it. Her outfit was a shirt that surely had another smaller top underneath for the emerald sleeves appeared to be unattached to grey top.
Remy didn't even notice the rest of her outfit for her face and those exotic dance moves had captured him entire mind. He imagined her dancing just for him, dancing in his arms, and so many other activities. He almost missed it when those intoxicating dance moves picked up the pace as the singers began to sing again. From her hips to her secretive smile to the way she moved along with the music, this girl had captured Remy LeBeau body and soul.
As suddenly the music and cast had appeared, they disappeared. Remy could of sworn he saw fourteen people leave, the last had been up in the stadium booth probably the one who had controlled the music. Principle Kelly was still in shock and glued to his chair that was until the male singer appeared beside him once more causing the principle to jump.
"How about it folks, lets give a big hand to Principle Kelly for that speech." the man yelled into Principle Kelly's mic as the crowd cheered, but not really for Principle Kelly, "We are the Eastern Gypsy Troupe! Come and join us for games, shows, and shopping. Our caravan is over in the eastern part of the Carnival grounds. And be sure to stay for the After Hours Show. That's not the only show they put on. Wooohooo! But seriously NG-17 warning then parents, but for the rest of the day the gypsies promise to entertain those of all ages."
The man then turned and disappeared back onto the fair grounds plenty of people following, even racing, after him. Remy took a step to follow as well, but found his way barred.
"Wh're yah think yah goin? Yah promi'se tah help mem'er?" Belladonna chided him, her voice filled with cold anger.
Remy hung his head low and followed her to the Kissing Booth. He would have to make it a point to escape later to visit this Gypsy Troupe. Maybe he even stay for the After Hours Show. He laughed at his own joke.
-FOUR LONG HOURS LATER (12:00)-
Remy sat in the back of the Kissing Booth, this was even worst then he thought. He wasn't even allowed to give out kisses. Jean and Belladonna and other people were allowed, but the second a girl asked for Remy Belladonna would turn the girl away. Remy growled in frustration, his mood going south VERY fast.
"Remy...REMY!" Belladonna called.
"WHAT BELL?" Remy yelled back at the blond not caring how mean his voice sounded.
"Do yah want lunch? Scott's buyin'."
"Non."
Remy went back to his brooding, or he would of if he hadn't noticed Danielle motioning to the corner of the tent. Honestly, Remy liked Dani she was simple and smart unlike the rest of these baboons. Remy stood slowly until he was standing close enough to Dani to hear her, while watching Belladonna kiss some guy.
"You wanna get out?" Danielle whispered
"Oui." Remy whispered back.
"The back behind the backdrop is open." She smiled, "Just be back soon. I can only say your out sight-seeing for so long."
"Thank yah' petie."
"Just get me a prize, Remy." Dani laughed softly before going to help collect money with Rahne.
When both Jean and Belladonna were busy snogging the hell out of a pair of twins Remy snuck out the back. He wandered the lanes of tents, there was everything from sports games, hand games, mind games, old time photo booths, food stands, puppet shows, carnival rides, and more. Remy wandered and bought an ice cream cone just to have something to do.
He played a couple games winning a duck charm for Henri and getting a small poster of a wolf howling at the moon for Danielle. Soon enough however the tents began thinning out and with the Bayville Stadium behind him, Remy figured he should be coming upon the Gypsy Troupe soon. He kept walking and began to think it had all been just a farce until he saw a unique setup against the tree line.
There stood nine wooden wagons that created a semi-circle around a canvas topped make shift stage. The stage itself had no sitting room except for the pillows, blankets, and few chairs that had been setup in front of the stage. The stage was a large circular stage though the sides were cluttered with props.
Currently the small brunette with the pink skirts was performing for some kids. She had long pink flame fans that flew out long past the fan frames, so as she twirled and tossed the fans in the air they began to twirl to form circles and other swirling lines. It was only as Remy got closer that he heard the story the flame haired man was telling as the girl danced.
"...And so the princess continued to dance for the troll king until he grew sleepy. She danced and danced until she was sure all of the trolls had gone to sleep." the man with flame colored hair, told the wide eyed children.
Remy could tell the man was hiding his accent and Remy truthfully applauded the man for hiding his accent so well. Remy would of stayed for the conclusion of the story, but a bell like laugh caught his attention. Remy walked along the line of wagons each had a sign, saying what was inside and the gypsy who ran the stand, while said gypsy stood or sat around their wagon.
Remy passed the fortune teller's wagon and an art wagon, the large male gypsy Remy had seen earlier was currently doing a caricature of a small red haired girl. Remy glanced at his drawling smiling as he saw the girl posing as a mermaid. Remy was surprised to see how delicately the man drew, compared to his size.
He wore a simple vest that showed off his chest and arms and a pair of loss red and gold pants. The man also had on a pair of odd slippers beside his stool though he currently sat barefoot. Remy shrugged before continuing on until he spied Pietro sitting up the steps of a wagon that had no sign.
Pietro wore no shirt instead he had add to his costume a brown hood that covered his white blonde hair, the hood trailed down forming two long scarf like tails. The young male also wore a pair of skin tight dark brown pants that had several pockets of varying sizes strewn all over the pants. He wore short brown boots, while dark brown leather cuffs protected Pietro's wrists.
"Pardon mon ami." Remy called watching as Pietro jumped before shooing the girls away.
"Remy!" Pietro called back.
"So whatcha' doin' on des parts?" Remy asked, "Ain't cha signed up tah help Bell?"
"I was until Wa...I mean Luludja guilt tripped me into helping out here."
"Who?"
"We all have gypsy names. Stage names. My twin sister her stage name is Luludja. Mine is Jal."
"Oh...unique non?"
"You could say that. Its been a royal pain."
Remy was about to asked Pietro more about his morning when a sudden banging came from the stage followed quickly by a tambourine. Pietro jumped up and closed up the wagon. All around Remy saw the gypsies rushing to the stage. Remy shrugged and followed after Pietro though he went to the front where he was able to snag a seat on a blanket toward the side of the crowd.
Remy saw only one of the gypsies on stage though, the dagger flipping thief. She had changed outfits clearly for she now wore a tight corset one piece. The corset was striped silver and dark purple, she also wore black pull on sleeves that had silver scales along the top and bottom. She also wore a torn up looking black skirt, though fishnet stockings snuck out from underneath covering her til her black sandals.
The girl watched as the crowd around her grew and grew before slamming her odd looking staff onto the ground in a rhythmic pattern. Remy didn't know where the tambourine playing was coming from, but it did sound pretty. Suddenly the banging and the tambourine ceased and the girl on stage creeped toward the edge of the stage.
"Welcome one and all to a Stage of Tales. Of trolls, princesses, witches, and dreams come true." The girl announced, "I am Violca, your guild and mistress of the Eastern Gypsy Troupe and we are here today to perform for you."
She struck her staff on the ground once more and suddenly the single wing atop the staff twirled open to show two wings that released a cloud of smoke that covered the stage. The children clapped and gasped, though Remy could see the girl moving off to a large cushion to one side of the stage.
"Now what story shall we tell them?" the girl asked, "A tale of flames?" causing some of the children to yell and cheer, "or will it be a tale of Wildflowers?" the girls in the crowd cheered as the smoke cleared.
"A tale of Wildflowers it is." the girl clapped, and out of the background several other members of the troupe appeared.
The little brunette in pink returned waving to the children, happily smiling down at them. Beside her stood the blonde who had teased Remy during the opening show. She was currently wearing a pale blue bra like top, that tied behind her neck, that was connected to a skirt that went to her knees. Beside her stood the tall, silent man that had been doing the caricature along with another short brunette man who looked angry.
This last man was new to Remy he wore a red headband around his forehead. His brown shirt had ripped off sleeves and a ripped off bottom showing his lower stomach. His brown shorts were hidden under gold belts, his boots were leather along with his gloves. Over all Remy considered him to be a bad interpretation of a thief.
"Now allow us to regale you with the story of Syeira and her Wildflowers."
Remy didn't really pay all that much attention to the story. The basic idea had been that the pink girl, Syeira, discovered a field of wildflowers one day on a trip with her guide, Gunari, or as Remy called him the caricature man. Upon finding this field though the pair is attacked by a band of rebels. The rebels kidnap Syeira causing Gunari to chase after them. With Gunari powers over the earth and with the help of some higher power, Syeira is saved. Or something like that. Once the play was over Violca, who had narrated the story, stood and bowed along with the actors.
"Thank you for your time today and we hope you have enjoyed our show. We ask that you be on your way and return from 9-5 tomorrow for more stories of warriors, princesses, and magic. Until then may you be merry and your minds free to wander." Violca announced before they all excited the stage, Remy to made to stand, but the appearance of his mystery girl made him stop.
She was dressed in the similar tight fitting top, but instead of grey this one was pure emerald green, her gauze sleeves still in place. She had also exchanged her emerald gauze pants for a flowy emerald green skirt that had a darker emerald green belt around the top. The skirt also had a large piece missing from the left side shows a shorter dark green jeweled skirt under the longer flowy emerald green skirt. Remy was thrown out of his daydream by the sign she was setting up,
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Remy couldn't help, but laugh. They had gone to enough trouble to warn parents and audience members several times now, this had to be a good show. Seeing that the next show time was for 5:15 pm and it was only 4:56 pm Remy was contented to stay right where he was so he could watch the show.
As he sat there he thought of the girl. Her curly hair that he just wanted to feel under his hands. Her elegant long legs that no flowy skirt could hide. He thought of her porcelain skin that looked as smooth as silk. She was perfect in Remy's eyes though he thought he saw pain in the way she walked and carried herself.
"What injures a person so much?" Remy wondered.
Before Remy could think to much on the subject Violca had returned. This time she wore no skirt standing before the crowd of adults in just her purple and silver tight one piece, fishnet stockings, long black gloves that reached her elbows, silver six inch stilettos, and her staff. The men around Remy wolf whistled
"Welcome to our After Hours Show. Who's ready to meet the cast?" Violca yelled, her question answered with cat calls and cheers.
"I can't hear you!" She called holding a hand to her ear.
Remy joined in the cheering and only after Violca nodded her approval at their cheers did the music begin to play. Diamond's "It's Raining Men" began to play at a moderate level allowing Violca to introduce the troupe.
"Hmmm I think we have more ladies in the house." Violca called answered back by the females in the audience, "So how about we start off with our smoking, sexy, thieves!" Once her words had been said everyone looked around expectantly, though no one appeared on stage.
"Boys? You don't wanna keep your ladies waiting do you?" Violca asked just as the song rounded into its first chorus.
"Now Violca why would we do dat?" asked a cocky voice Remy knew all to well.
Everyone looked around and Remy easily spotted Pietro dancing with a platinum blonde in the back of the crowd. Pietro had finally taken off his hood from earlier, so he was now bare chested in his tight pants, and had leather cuffs on his wrists. Needless to say the younger man was lean and muscular so plenty of women where yelling and cheering him on. Men cat called as the blonde swooned. Just as soon as Pietro had been there he was gone and moving past the females dancing with some and flirting with all of them.
"Jal, Ladies our resident ladies man." Violca called once Pietro had made his way to the stage, "Now where is...OH! Marko I see you."
It was the other smaller male that had performed earlier with the little brunette and the blonde. He too had modified his outfit, his shirt was now even shorter showing off his abs. He had also added more gold to his shorts and boots, while his red head band continued to hold back his spiked back locks. As Marko made his way to the stage a fight broke out between him and another man about a girl who's name Remy couldn't hear.
"Now now Marko leave Gunari alone!" Violca yelled as she jumped off the stage and pulled both men toward the stage by their ear, "Thieves. You can't leave them alone for a second." She murmured causing some in the crowd to laugh.
Remy noted that Gunari seemed to be caricature man. Unlike his fellows Gunari seemed to have added weapons to his outfit. Remy shrugged knowing these were props just by the way they shinned in the stage light.
"I swear!" Violca yelled as Gunari and Marko continued to fight, "Where is that prince of yours when I need him to keep you idiots in line." Violca grumbled causing the crowd to laugh.
"Present!" Yelled a voice from on stage this time.
It was the strawberry blonde man from earlier that day. He had been hidden under a patchwork cloak that he now threw off into the crowd to reveal not the red trench coat, but an evenly tanned chest that had intricate henna tattoos done across his shoulders, pecs, and abs. He was now bare foot and his pants had been traded in for short shorts that cause the women to scream in approval.
"Ladies our final thief and the Prince of Thieves himself, Plamen!" Violca yelled.
The four men performed what looked like a choreographed routine, but botched it up so bad that Remy couldn't tell. The crowd laughed as the music faded away. The men all bowed to tremendous applause.
"Honestly the way they act you'd think this was a strip club." Violca teased the thieves as they took their seats on stage.
"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!" yelled the ladies in the group, while the men booed.
"GIRLS!" One guy in the crowd yelled, once Violca motioned for silence.
"Yeah Barbie bitch bring on the babes!" Yelled another male.
"You know I don't think Barbie's a slut." commented Jal.
"How so?" Violca asked, ignoring the crowd.
"Because her legs don't open." Jal finished making most of the room laugh. Once silence had returned Plamen stepped forward.
"Now you all better watch it! Fire is a hundred time more dangerous then curse words." Plamen explained as he flipped his own a blaze staff into the air.
Some people laughed, mainly some blonde bimbos, but most took a step back from the stage. A girl with short black hair came running out, her body covered by a black clock, and snatched the staff away and put to flames out by tossing it into a barrel of water. Plamen pouted, arms crossed over his chest, a slight bulge appearing in his short shorts.
"Luludja!" he growled but the black haired girl ignored his glares and moved past him to whisper into Violca's ear before shooing the guys off stage.
"Seems like our tramps have returned from their trip into town. Welcome them nicely boys, never know what they'll put out!" Violca yelled.
The dark haired girl stood in the center of the stage her body swaying with the music that was now playing "Beep" by The Pussycat Dolls. As the song began she dropped her cloak which instantly caused a ruckus on stage and in the audience. This girl with her short black hair wore a skimpy red dress, the top was loose and was only held in place by the silver straps that crisscross down her stomach, while the sleeves had been spun around her arms once before attaching to her wrists. The skirt of the dress covered the girl's front and her back, but left her long elegant legs bare to be seen. She wore a simple pair of silver gladiator sandals.
"Scandalous tonight aren't you Luludja," Violca teased, at least she did until Plamen stormed forward his red and black trench coat in hand covering the girl much to the crowds boos and hisses.
"OH boys..." Called a sultry voice.
Everyone turned to the back of the crowd to see the short haired blonde strutting down the center aisle toward the stage. Like the first girl she was dress in what could have only been described as the skimpiest outfit known to Bayville. This girl wore an orange dress that was held up by thin straps around her neck, connected to a bra like top before continuing to the shortest skirt Remy had ever seen. If her ass was fully covered Remy would have been shocked.
The girl swayed up to the stage grinding against men, pushing females out of her way, and once at the stage a pair of jocks even lifted her up onto the stage. Once one stage she bent down and kissed the two on they're foreheads, before winking a popping her hip as she sashayed to the music. Her dance was also more erotic and enticing then Luludja and she only stopped when Violca rolled her eyes and cleared her throat.
"Florica, please sit down before pants start dropping."
"Whatever the crowd wants!" the girl, Florica, yelled shaking her body once more to great applause before bowing and sitting beside Luludja, while Violca turned back to the crowed.
"And a final pair for your entertainment. I present Fonso and his lovely assistant Zora."
Fonso appeared by flipping up and onto the stage, causing many girls to scream in shock, but cheer him on when he looked up his ebony locks dangling in his eyes as he smiled back at them. He was shirtless and his pants had intricate designs, while he preformed barefoot. The thing Remy noticed was the single gold hoop earring, that seemed slightly familiar though he didn't know why.
Fonso froze in a one armed hand stand just as a new girl appeared. She wore a bright yellow outfit. The top was the most conservative of the tramps with a normal sized top that showed off her mid-drift and was connected to the single sleeve that draped down Zora's left arm. The short skirt covered her for the most part, while left side had been bunched so it draped to her ankle to continue the look. Zora, like Fonso, was barefoot.
Zora strutted out just as the music picked up for the last time. She pulled Fanso's leg down, which caused him to spring over Zora's head. Zora smirked and began doing her own sort of rhythmic acrobatics. In the end the pair ended in a strange pose that had Zora being held up in the air by only one of Fanso's hands. The crowd cheered and wolf whistled for the pair, while Violca clapped along.
"Well I'm glad you all liked that... I wonder why that would be?"
"Its a mystery." Marko stated as he reclined on the stage, "Hey Violca."
"Yes Marko."
"Want to hear a joke about my dick? Never mind, its too long."
"Wanna hear a joke about my pussy? Never mind, you won't get it."
"OW OWWNNEEEDD!" Yelled to audience.
"Well its getting hot in here." Zora yelled fanning herself.
"Violca you should know this one. What do sex and math have in common?" Jal asked with a straight face. Violca looked at him with narrowed eyes before answering.
"I don't know. Why don't you share?"
"Add a bed, Subtract the clothes, Divide the legs, and pray you don't Multiply!" Jal announced again with a straight face while the audience cracked up, even Remy had to admit it was cleaver.
"OOOO! OOOOO! I have one!" Florica yelled "Sex is like a misdemeanor, the more I miss it, da meaner I get."
"And thank you for sharing your sex lives!" yelled a male as he walked on stage.
"Ladies and gentleman the gypsy on the sound system, Mircea" Luludja announced to applause.
The man known as Mircea looked like a tech geek but a nicely dressed tech geek in Remy's opinion. He was more stylishly dressed then the thieves and the one tramp guy. Mircea wore blood red pants that had a long red belt to hold them at the top, a black button down with the top buttons undone, over all the shirt just looked more natural and more comfortable then normal button down shirts. Lastly Mircea wore black boots that just pulled the outfit completely together. Though he was the only one fully dressed Remy could clearly tell the females in the crowed were loving this new member of the troupe.
"Watch out I think he wants our heads!" Plamen yelled, but instead of ducking he calmly moved Luludja to cover his family jewels, "That's better. Mircea wouldn't harm a sheila."
"Sheila gonna hurt you though." Luludja growled as she elbowed him in the stomach.
"Moving on!" Mircea announced, "Introducing the last part of the Eastern Gypsy Troupe. Our gypsies!" Mircea held up a remote allowing "Ja Ho" by the Pussycat Dolls to play.
As he did three other people ran out onto the stage, while Zora and Luludja joined them. Remy noticed the little brunette dancing with Mircea was the same one for earlier and that she was in the same pink outfit with the long flowy skirt and jeweled top and belt.
These men on the other hand were new to Remy. The shorter one Remy could tell had to have some sort of other side act for her was dressed differently then the other men. He wore a pale grey vest outlined in gold, a gold necklace that had pale grey stones dangling off of it as well as pale grey snap on earrings, a gold scarf around his neck, gold bands around his upper arm that also had pale grey stones set in them. For pants the boy wore black pants with gold around the top and bottom to hold the pants in place, while a grey cloth hung loosely around his legs. Remy also noted that the boy wore ankles bracelets of gold that had the same pale grey stones dangling off them, along with cloth that protected the top of his feet, while leaving the ball and heel of his foot bare so he wouldn't slip while he danced.
The other member was larger and had a considerable sized belly on him though he could surely dance and had no problem lifting Zora when she needed it. He was dressed in a green ripped up jacket over a simple white cloth tang top. His pants on the other hand were the same green, but a little tighter while he wore simple brown combat boots.
The dance was intricate and hip poppy causing the crowd to go insane by the minute. Just as fast as they began though the song suddenly cut off. The crowd calmed slowly allowing Violca to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen allow me to present Syeira," the tiny brunette curtseyed to her own cat calls and cheers, "Durriken our fabulous fortune teller," The man in pale grey bowed, "and Chik." The last man bowed before taking his seat.
"But it appears that one member is still missing. Would you like to meet our gem?" Violca asked shrugging.
The audience didn't let her down, they cat called and wolf whistled along with Remy. He knew who was missing. His mystery girl, and he wasn't about to leave without seeing her. Without knowing her name.
"Then I guess its time. Mirela." Violca yelled bowing to Mirela, who snapped his fingers causing the lights around them cut out.
The audience murmured softly as the stage was washed in a pale white light, and covered in fog. There in center stage stood Remy's mystery girl a silver vail drawn over head head like a hood as she moved to the music. Soon she dropped the silver scarf that fell and lay over her green skirt and to Remy's surprise she began to belly dance for the entire crowd. [ www . Youtube watch?v=iqit9OZXaYA&feature=related thats the video Rogue's dance came from watch it if you don't understand 0:00-2:30]
Her dance was slow at first beginning with her hips swaying occasionally, but as the song went on her whole body began to move. Once again she lifted the silver scarf and twirled, if Remy hadn't been watching her so closely he would of thought she had wings. The dance continued with cheers and cat calls from the audience, but after she tossed the silver scarf into the audience the crowd went silent just watching her body more.
She rolled and flicked her hips in time with the music as her arms reached out, as if she were dancing with someone. Remy could only stare hypnotized by the way she controlled her body, by the way her skirts twisted and turned around her never revealing anything, but the leg with the shorter underskirt. By the way she seemed to glow and shine in the ghostly pale white light. How she seemed whole once more instead of hurt and run down like he had seen her earlier.
At one point during one of her swooping twirls she seemed to stare right at Remy, causing his breath to catch. Dazzling green eyes met his and in that split moment he saw joy, excitement, hope, recognition, and pain. After that Remy swore she gained a new bounce in her step as she shook her hips and body for the crowd, before finally ending her routine. Everyone male and female alike in the crowd cheered louder than ever of the sassy belly dancer.
"Well that's it for this show!" Mirela announced as the crowd groaned, "Come back in an hour for the next one. Never know what'll happen or what dances we'll perform." She added with a wink.
"And please remembered to vote for the Eastern Gypsy Troupe before you leave. Tell your friends to vote, vote twice, vote twenty times, every vote counts! And please remember to come back and see us for new shows tomorrow." Violca reminded them all.
"And something to think about!" Jal yelled as the crowd moved to leave, "If you force sex on a prostitute, is it rape or shoplifting? You Choose!"
With that the crowd half speechless, half laughing left until the next show, while the gypsies returned to their wagons. Remy walked slowly around to see where his mystery beauty had gone only to find her standing by a wagon with the red dressed tramp. Remy couldn't help, but notice that Mirela was adding her silver scarf back over her skirt as she talked to her friend, giving him a nice show as he walked up.
"...No' Ah told yah." Mirela whispered to her friend.
"Please." Luludha asked, the other was about to answer back when Remy interrupted.
"Pardon, Remy, cheres." Both looked up at him surprised just as one of the thief men stepped out of the wagon.
"All better Mirela." he announced kissing her on the forehead before slapping Luludja on the ass before noticing Remy standing there. Remy bristled at the kiss, but calmed only slightly when he had slapped her companion on the ass, clearly he favored the tramp over Remy's girl.
"Wait when had she become his girl?" Remy asked himself, before being thrown back into reality by the glare Plamen was sending him.
"Oi, he ain't buggin' yah is he sheilas?" Plamen asked eyes narrowed at Remy, though Remy noted his accent.
"Not yet." Mirela answered, "But you are you flame head! Now get both of you! You're scaring my customers."
Remy watched as Luludja wrapped her arm around Planmen's waist leading him away toward a different wagon before turning back to Mirela.
"So what did you need, sugar?" Mirela asked.
"Mak'in pet names fer Remy already chere?" Remy teased stepping closer to actually look at her wears, "What'cha got here by da way?"
"The usual things." she shrugged, "Gems, necklaces, fans, rings, and even enchanted flowers, depending on which one you buy they have different charms."
"Hmmmm what kin'd charms we' talk'in 'bout chere?"
"Well Lavender will bring hope, Lily of the Valley returns happiness, Rosebuds for friendship, Acanthus inspires art and creativity, Bluebells for gratitude, Snowdrop brings the wearer luck, Daisy brings youth, Pansy will inspire people to think of you, the white Poppy inspires sweet dreams, the red Poppy inspire pleasure, while the Forget-Me-Not is said to bring true love." she explained a twinkle in her dark green eyes.
"And which migh't chere suggest Remy buy?" He asked moving closer watching as she thought, her tongue poking out between her plump lips ever so slightly and enticingly.
"That would depend on what sir wishes for his future." she smirked down at him.
"A date? Tomorrow. Just around the Carnival, s'il vous plait." Remy asked willing her inside his head to say yes.
Mirela thought long and hard as she looked down at him from her perch on the top step of her wagon. She smirked at him before reaching up and pulling a flower down from the wall.
"A snowdrop for luck then."
"What does' dat cost chere?" Remy asked though he didn't immediately reach for his wallet, and he felt that he wouldn't have to the way her eyes were sparkling mischievously.
"Hmmmm what does Remy have to trade with?" She asked softly, Remy watched as she absentmindedly stretched out her bare leg causing him to groan mentally.
"Chere..." Remy whispered as he brought a hand up to take her hand which he then brought to his lips.
"Say my name." she whispered back.
"Mirela." he said before pulling her down a little more aiming to kiss her pouty lips.
At the last second however felt something else against his lips. Remy's eyes opened to peer straight into Mirela's deep green ones, and for a while Remy felt like he was drowning in those pools of swirling emotions. When Remy did look down he realized they where both kissing the Snowdrop flower, that now shone a pale orange in the setting sun. Soon enough Mirela leaned back smirking at Remy's disappointed face. Remy looked down and saw the little flower now tucked into an inner pocket of his trench coat pocket, where it shined pure white again.
"Do come back tomorrow Remy. You never know what luck might have in store for you." Mirela stated her smirk dazzling in the setting sun as the sound of a tambourine came from the stage.
Remy watched as she packed up the wagon and moved to return to the stage. He followed around to the front of the stage to see that Florica had stolen Violca's staff, with the help of Jal. Florica with her prize began picking people in the audience for some sort of prize. Remy smirked at how much of a tease Florica was being with that staff in her hands, she might as well have been dancing on a pole for the looks the men in the audience were giving her. Violca on the other hand was trapped in Jal's arms, trying to take back control of the situation, but failing miserably.
Remy's attention was ripped away from the chaos on stage as his phone vibrated. Sighing he glanced at his phone to see a few texts from Jean-Luc as well as a single urgant text from Danielle.
Get back here NOW!
Remy sighed knowing that his time away from the Kissing Booth and clingy Belladonna was over. He glanced once more at the stage wistfully, instantly making up his mind to return the following day. Maybe he'd even bring Dani or Bella. He cringed, so he wouldn't bring Bella. Shaking his head of those thoughts Remy made the long trek to the kissing booth.
-At the Kissing Booth 20 minutes later-
"WH'RE DA HELL DID YAH GO!" Belladonna screamed causing a couple walking by the tent to rush past them quickly.
"Bell Remy won't stand dere like a'n object. He don't even get tah kiss a da femmes."
"Yah can kiss meh Remy." Belladonna offered, rubbing herself against him.
"Remy told yah dat was over'ah. Move on Bell." Remy growled.
"Hmph. Well 'long as yah ain't over at dat no good Gypsy Show AH swear Ah had bough enough of dem gypsies."
"Same! They're all anyone can talk about!" Jean and Rahne chimed in.
"Someone' gotta get rid of dem! Ah refuse tah loss tah a bunch of lossers!"
"I don't know they seemed pretty cool during the opening." Danielle murmured, not that the other girls noticed.
Remy just rolled his eyes and grabbed his bag, absentmindedly patting the hidden Snowdrop that he had gotten. Oh yeah he didn't regret leaving, in fact he couldn't wait to ditch Belladonna again tomorrow.
-Rogue P.O.V-
She had had a blast today! From all the ogling looks people were giving her to the fun she had dancing up on the stage to flirting and being mysterious. She wished everyday she could be Mirela, but she knew that after tomorrow Mirela would be no more, but for now Rogue was determined to live the life of Mirela until she had to give it up. Honestly she had never been this adventurous as Rogue.
"So what'cha think?" Wanda asked her as they were cleaning up stage and packing stuff up for the night.
"It was fun." Rogue said flashing her friend a genuine smile.
"So are you still not gonna go to the Masquerade?" Wanda asked again.
Rogue was about to say no just as she had before, but the image of Remy watching her with that hungry expression in his eyes. Flirting with him relentlessly after the show, almost kissing him, and the maybe date tomorrow Rogue couldn't help but smile again.
"Maybe. We'll see how I feel tomorrow." Rogue said before following Wanda off the stage and off the black limo that would take them back to Rogue's house.
-Midnight at the Carnival Grounds-
Shadowy figures ran across the grassy fields of the now dark and silent Carnival grounds. Group came to a stop outside a sad looking excuse for a stage. With one nod from the leader ten other shadows began trashing the once silent tent lot.
They pulled down the canvas ceiling, they tore apart the pillows, blankets, chairs, and instruments. They graffitied that stage and wagons with curse words. Hung new repulsive signs on the wagons and even stole several wagon wheels. By the time the sun rose and the first people arrived at the fair grounds one thing with clear. The Eastern Gypsy Troupe's tent area had been sabotaged.
