~The Circus~

[YouKnowWho 8828]

 

 

!WELCOME!

Map of the cell block below!

~Chapter One~

The Ride to Hell

 

Have all your suitcases ready? We’re getting on the train ride to hell!

After a long period of time of poor, hard, and grueling survival, all your luck seems to have run out, and you’ve been forcefully loaded into a cargo hold on the Circus Express by a bunch of ruthless robots!

The hold is dark, made of durable metal, and with the only thing being in it an old intercom system taken from a school whose mascot was an artichoke. Talk about a crummy costume choice. Whatever your opinions on Artichokes are, you all begin to hate the reek of artichokes that the cracking intercom system emanates every second of the day.

It’s been a long time, and the train seems to keep going and going, picking up more passengers every day and loading them up into cargo holds. Will the ride ever end?

Well If you’d stop being so impatient, maybe you’d get an answer!

As, just as you think that in your pathetic non superior squishy, imaginary, funny, cold blooded, slimy, sweet, and metallic but still dumb brains, the terribly smelly intercom system crackles to life!

“Hello there, new recruits! We’ve picked up as many passengers as we can hold, and we’re going to make our way quickly to the big house! This process should talk about a day or two, so get yourselves pumped up, and conserve your energy, because you dumb creatures are going to be battling it out for the good and amusement of all robotic kind! Tah tah for now~!”

 

After hearing such a handsome voice, you realize that you haven’t really interacted with your fellow cargomates all that much on the weeks of travelling. Who knows what lies ahead? This might be the last chance you have…

 

 

Info Thread Below

 

And here’s the rules again!

 

 

~RULES~

1.Don’t be too overpowered

2. Respect other players and ask permission before ending their lives

3. Beating the crap out of them is okay though

4.But it’s mean and hurts a lot and makes them sads

5. Try to make your posts longer than a sentence

6. Don’t join in the roleplay before your character gets accepted

7. Fill out the forums completely

8. Be nice

9. Have the fun times

10. yay

11. Try not to assume the layout or looks of certain areas. Maps will be provided when nessecary.

 

Current list of Characters

Please note, this order is also the order that your character arrived on the train.

@Donke60

[You were brought along to give our new recrutis a warm welcome!]

Rest in peace, you beautiful cheese man

Spoiler

Name: Jason (the Jester)

Race:Human

Mutations:Warped mind

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.): When Jason heard a circus was in the wasteland he jumped at the oppertunity as he could gain rements of his old life back. However once he arrived he was mistook as a combantant with his weird attire and has been fighting in the circus for 2 years. Killing people and robots alike has made him slightly insane.

Personality: His warped mine has made him treat "The Circus" as a game and has no morality for right and wrong leaving hard desicions on something as simple as a dice roll. Though if pushed to his limit he will do anything to kill his targets or complete a mission.

Appearance:red and purple suit,bells slippers,golden phantom mask. red and purple 4 prong jester hat

Strengths:agile,experinced fighter,quick,reasourcefule

Weaknesses: gullible,loves games,questionable mental health

Etc [Contraband will be confiscated]:weaponize box of festivities, weapons' lute and shotel 20-sided die

 

@Sketched_Philo

Spoiler

Race: Human

Mutations: Altered hair, voice, and tissue. Living adornment.

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.):

Mandra had been a forager all her life, collecting herbs, plants, and fungi for sustenance. This gave her more knowledge than most thriving on them.

The withered flower she wears in her hair became reanimated by mutation at one point.  She has only been on the train for about a month, and hasn’t been in a fight yet.

Personality: Becomes easily excited and panicked. Naturally curious. Is timid towards strangers. The adornment is a simple plant with simple thoughts. Bloodshed and suffering.

Appearance:

Wears a withered, once red and yellow flower adornment on her messy, dirty hair. Her skin is pale, her hair a dark, mossy green, and her breath smells foul, the first two as a result of her exposure to radioactive material, and the latter due to her diet of mushrooms and moss. She has a raspy, dry voice, further accentuated by the exposure to harmful radiation.

Strengths: As food was scarce in her settlement, Mandra had experience with eating anything she could find. Because of this, she is experienced eating and preparing various mushrooms and plants. She thrives on the moss and mushrooms that come from the corpses of the fallen and deplorable living conditions of the train. She’d rather eat these than to eat the disgusting robot-made food. Not disgusted by raw meat. Though withered, the flower she wears in her hair is…”alive”, thanks to mutation.

 

The adornment can whisper.

 

Weaknesses:

 

The adornment can whisper.

 

Isn’t aware of the life in her adornment (which isn’t exactly benign to begin with).Though Mandra wouldn’t mind to taste the meat of other humans, she would have to kill one first...no small feat. She has no prior combat experience whatsoever. Mentally unstable, which leads to easy manipulation from the adornment. Has trouble sleeping. Walks barefoot, so broken glass will probably cripple her forever. Doesn’t know what an elephant is.

Etc. [Contraband will be confiscated]:

Carries a small shovel (hand sized), and a plastic zipper bag where she stores mushrooms, plant matter, and moss. At least one of them must be useful, right?

@Youknowwho

Spoiler

Name: THE SAND KING

Race: Mr. Roboto

Mutations: Slightly radioactive, but otherwise, is a robot.

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.): The sand king used to be a respectable robot guard on the wonderful Circus Train. Unfortunately, he was flung off by complete accident and landed into a radioactive sand dune. When he returned, they deemed him too defective to continue being a guard, and threw him on the train along with the other prisoners. He begged to differ. He felt… powerful...

Personality: Robot. Usually Aggressive and doesn’t care much for anything really. Has some feelings though, but he’ll probably try and cover them up

Appearance:

Strengths: Is filled with radioactive sand he can spew at his enemies. Has enhanced senses besides touch and smell. Durable. Has knowledge on robotic workings. Has a built in welding mask and a fancy shmancy coat. Pretty strong.

Weaknesses: Is filled with radioactive sand that slowly degrade  his body making him get weaker and weaker as time goes on. Decreased Morale. Really aggressive towards other robots. Rusty joints. Doesn’t care much for humans Either

Etc [Contraband will be confiscated]: Has lots of radioactive sand bouncing around inside him.

 

@DwerBomb

Spoiler

Name: unnamed

Race: wasteplasmisis (named like that because in the early days when they were still in their early development as a species, controlling oil waste, they were thought to be ghosts oozing here and there. theyre not really ghosts they are just very weird worms that evolved quickly in human waste)

Mutations: she is a mutation herself, also looks female but is actually asexual

History: probably the most advanced of the wasteplasmisis, showiing a humanoid shape never observed before. wasteplasmisis have changed forms a lot during the last century, starting as very soft and squishy sea cucomber-like worms to hexapod creatures resembling big cockroaces. although they live consuming organic waste and absorbing light, studies also show that they may be able to eat other living creatures and extract their genetic material in the process of digestion. this may be what causes mutations in the new generations of these creatures.

in her case, she was kept in custody for studies by some human resistence group, but the base was attacked and she managed to escape. 

Personality: very curious, but fairly limited in intellectual abilitiest. likes to dance and splash her toxic liquid around. doesn't talk (in English at least, or "whatever language I'm speaking right now)

Appearance: [disclaimer: appearance may slighly change in the future]

Spoiler

Strengths: her body is completely toxic. she can control the density of her "skin" to spatter it around only when necessary. she can change the conformation of the liquid inside her: the clear cyan goo has similiar properties to our saliva, and is the non-toxic part of her essence. she can change it into a very bright pink goo, which withdrawals the toxins from her outside to concentrate them inside. this goo is used to capture and digest her preys, corroding them to make their absorption easier. when in this state, the outside goo becomes almost non-toxic, unless ingested. she can also loose her shape, and in this goo form she's much slower and fragile but can escape easily through small passages. transformation isn't fast

Weaknesses: altough any damage to her structure is very easily fixed, her vital organs are irreplaceable. the body is a structure of organic waste and fluids controlled by an internal structure, which is unique to each wasteplasmisis. in this case, her structure vaguely resembles a neural system with a jellyfish-shaped brain, and the gooswitch pump (an organ that changes properties to her goo) is placed in the middle of her torso. 

She also needs to be highly hydrated and have organic supplies to consume fairly often.

Etc [Contraband will be confiscated]: none

@~Matt

Spoiler

Name: Stanislaw Anelipsy

Race: Anthropomorphic dream.

Mutations: None. All characteristics hail from race.

History: Machines were mice and men were lions, once upon a time. But now that it's the opposite, it's twice upon a time. Twice upon a time, a couple of frustrated writers wanted a child, their last grasp for meaning in a failed life. As writers go, however, their hopes were high and therefore not met by the children in the orphanage, so together they dreamed a shared dream, a dream that like a child of their exclusive combination of genes would be exclusively theirs. From this dream they first upon a time dreamed, Anelipsy was born in their image of the perfect twelve years old, and from this dream they first upon a time dreamed, Anelipsy was pulled into a realm outside of dreams. Inexperience leads to failure, though, and poor little Anelipsy was birthed into material reality with the core of a human child but the shell of a dream, human organs held in place by oneiric matter. At first, when poor little Anelipsy was still a recent dream, his oneiric body parts functioned identically to organic ones. However, as his parents became disillusioned by their new routines and the resent poor little Anelipsy kept of them, their dream started falling apart, which caused poor little Anelipsy's oneiric matter to progressively grow closer to the mists of dreaming rather than the intricacy of materiality. In time, his existence started being constantly forgotten by the parents, and he knew soon they would not only stop dreaming of him completely, but also forget that he was ever a dream of theirs. With that, his oneiric matter would have no sense for existing and dissipate. He could feel it preparing for that. In a less urgent matter that shortly would become crucial, his material organs slowly started wasting away, a product of his veins becoming each at a time dream mist instead of the precise imitation of human veins they once were. You see, poor little Anelipsy feared death. He saw his existence drawing closer to oblivion, not the dream lands he held dear. In a night of despair, poor little Anelipsy figured out how to be poor and little no more. He realised his whole existence was purposeful. All characteristics of his were what the parents wanted him to be. The want of the parents, though, had a weakness. They wanted their child to be human, but his humanity led to resentment, and his humanity would lead to liberation. Out of the willpower that can only be found in the deepest despair, Stanislaw Anelipsy discovered he could dream himself, and as long as the parents' dream didn't exist anymore, he was not bound to their wants. As best as he could, Anelipsy recreated his insides like they were when he was first dreamt. Suddenly, he was hungry. Throughout the rest of that night, Anelipsy fed, emptying the house's food reserves and adapting his oneiric matter to conduce his bodily fluids and anything he ingested as he saw best. While his organs recovered, he stayed in the parents' house, hiding as they were awake and watching satisfied as they completely forgot him. When time came, he robbed what money they had left and fled the house. His form now resembled an eighteen years old person, but as he experienced the world outside of his past routines and realised how superfluous aging as a normal human was, his oneiric matter came to resemble a man around thirty years old. Until the robotic takeover, he worked with costume production, where he acquired a love for crafting masks. When he was taken to the Circus train, Anelipsy had with him a Noh mask.

Personality: Tranquil and distant. Fond of experimenting.

Appearance: Most commonly wears the form of the thin white duke.

Strengths:

• Can change appearance (but never to anything not humanoid);
• Ageless body, permanently on physical prime (organs still age);
• Costume making skills can be useful to the team;
• Good with sharp tools;
• Intelligent.

Weaknesses:

• Still sensitive about elephants (they used to be his favourite animal);
• Sustains brain damage from his malnutrition period;
• Distrusting and excessively reserved;
• Prideful, greedy and lustful.

Etc: Noh mask.

@Zeklo

Spoiler

Name: Victor

Nickname: “Candyman”, “Vyktr”

 

Race: Human, around 23~

 

Mutations: 

Victor’s only visible mutation is his six fingered hands. Though he also suffers from Ageusia, “the loss of taste functions of the tongue, particularly the inability to detect sweetness, sourness, bitterness, saltiness, and umami (meaning "pleasant/savory taste")”, Allochiria, “a neurological disorder in which the patient responds to stimuli presented to one side of their body as if the stimuli had been presented at the opposite side”, as well as painfully sensitive hearing.

 

History: Unknown

    

Personality: 

While violence isn’t their first course of action, Victor will quickly turn to it if other means prove ineffective. Threatening, blackmailing, and generally playing dirty is all up there alley. They hold their own well-being above others, and have no issue doing anything that will guarantee their survival. This fact comes with one exception: children. Victor’s personality seems to shift when around children. His more violent nature tends to peel away towards everyone, as he censors his own actions for the sake of the children. Afterall, think of the children.

 

This isn’t to say, he won’t still use violence if it is for the sake of protecting any child’s well-being, because he certainly will.

   

Appearance: 

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Victor is a relatively tall man with a thin frame. His face is covered by a sharp edged smiley-face mask, and his head is capped with a hand-stitched patchwork top hat with a heart on it. Some messy brown hair is visible from the back of his head, and a pair of headphones rest over each ear. They wear a stylish furry leather coat left unzipped, and long baggy cargo pants. Around each of their forearms are bracers wrapped in barbed wire leading into their hands fitted in boxing gloves. These boxing gloves have outcropping metal from brass knuckles worn beneath. His foot attire consists of strap-on shoes mounted with sharp terrain-traversing spikes.

    

Strengths/Weaknesses:

Victor is almost always armed with a metal golf club. Along with his brass knuckle boxing gloves, these are his weapon of choice. His mental afflictions are both harmful and helpful when fully realized. His Allochiria can allow a wounded limb to act at relative fully capability despite injuries due to the corresponding opposing limb being the one to receive painful stimulus. Though this comes at the cost of potentially causing permanent damage. His extremely sensitive hearing, can also be a plus, as he can hear better than most at the cost of immediate pain. This ability is more useful when outside of combat when being immobilized wouldn’t come as a drawback. Otherwise he wears his headphones to muffle surrounding sounds. He is also very flexible and nimble.

 

Excessive sugar intake has a strange effect on them...

 

Etc: 

Can’t spell or read well.

    Has a coat full of various candies and stickers.

Presumably all metal and sharp items were confiscated.

@Paxtonnnn

Spoiler

Name: Kertenkele (Nicknamed “Ker”)

Race: Chameleon Human (Chameleman)

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.): Unknown because I’m incompetent.

Personality: Curious, friendly, but not the smartest.

Appearance:

Strengths: Fast on all fours. Can blend in with his surroundings. Sneaky. Has a long tongue. Can eat radioactive food. Has an increased sense of surrounding. Has a wicked cool tail that can curl up around things. Has a good grip

Weaknesses: Isn’t the brightest. Only uses small words. Tail can get in the way. Doesn’t know much about human standards. Usually confused

@DragonMage156

[You've been placed in the cargo crate right next ta our little bundle of joy! Hopefully you're okay with strangers]

Spoiler

Name: Ria.

Race: Half human-dragon hybrid.

Mutations: Is mostly human with dragon ears, wings, tail and fire powers.

History: She was once trapped in this underground facility, along with many other inhuman beings. She were tortured and tested on, causing her dragon half to mutate her. Ria managed to escaped with her life (and unfortunately her appearance). People grew scared of her and due to her past, it didn’t help very much. Now Ria would rather live alone, and I quote “So she doesn’t have to deal with peoples bullsh*t”. However, it didn’t last long as robots started to quickly take over the world (and the elephants). It took a while before the robots could capture her due to her strengths. Now she’s on the way to the “circus”.

Personality: Ria used to be a sweet, innocent girl until scientists took her captive and mutated her. Now she doesn’t care about anyone (except children) and has bad trust issues. She also has quite the mouth on her, whether she’s angry or not.

Appearance:

(Totally not inspire by Underfell Sans)

Strengths: She has all the abilities of a dragon: flight, fire, claws, sharp teeth, keen senses and night vision. These abilities also make her a good fighter.

Weaknesses: Can’t swim, is hot-headed, her fire power is limited; if she uses too much she won’t be able to fly, doesn’t always think before she speaks, getting too confident can lead to bad decisions and possibly her down fall.

Etc: Contraband still has the collar from her time in the facility that she hides in her coat. It is broken beyond repair and is covered in scratch marks (probably the result of Ria trying to break it off). The wrist and ankle bracelets she also had are gone.

@MenaAthena

[You're that person in the corner nobody looked at.]

Spoiler

Name: Seven

Race: Chimera (As in the FMA definition, where it's just any combination of beings fused together instead of specifically a lion-goat-snek)

Mutations: Albinism. Glands that produce a neon green poison. 

History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.): Seven is the product of a top secret government project put together when they realized the robots might be starting to get out of hand. What they hoped to accomplish with a fruit bat, north american wild cat, and an albino little girl is still a mystery. Perhaps she was part of a testing faze to see if this whole fusing living things together deal would actually work before creating something that would be useful against robots, but now we'll never know, because everyone responsible was blown up.

Personality: Seven's previous handlers conditioned her to attack any robot present as soon as an opportunity was presented, and as such she doesn't exactly get along with them. She isn't too fond of humans either, but she seems to mostly try to avoid them, only lashing out if cornered. She seems more curious, though still cautious, of non-human (or non-human enough) entities than immediately hostile or intimidated. Right now she is little distinguishable from a feral animal, but perhaps she'd start acting more human if treated like one.

Appearance: Seven has a mostly humanoid form, that being one of an about ten-year-old looking girl with bat and cat features fused in. Most of her skin is covered in a smooth, thin layer of pure white fur, and what isn't is caked in now dried mud to avoid sunburn. Her hair comes down in a huge, matted mess nearly as big as herself, and her irises are an unsettling pinkish-red. The marks that give her her name are the large 7's branded into each of her arms just below the shoulders. Lumps protruding from each of her arm joints stand as evidence for the wing structure that used to be there, cut off as they were useless for flight and thus deemed unnecessary and cumbersome by her previous handlers. She has a tiny little bobbed tail, but it's impossible to see through the pair of shorts she was put in for decency. She was also forced into a muzzle and two pairs of almost comedic red mittens on her hands and feet due to poisonous fangs and claws.

Strengths: She is pre-equipped with fangs and claws that now, thanks to mutations from her time in the wild, inject that causes an itching sensation in the eyes and throat, followed by a steady increase in vision after ten minutes that culminates in completely blindness after twenty-five. The poison is curable and non-fatal.
There are also pockets of the green poison scattered all around her body in little lumps just below the skin. If one is ruptured during a fight the noxious green liquid could splatter into an opponent's wound, causing the aforementioned effects. 
She has traits such as enhanced flexibility, reflexes, hearing, smell, and night vision from the animals fused into her.
Due to how she was made, she's more susceptible to radiation and further mutation. This could be a strength depending on how you look at it.

Weaknesses: The muzzle and mittens she's outfitted with prevent her from using her poisonous stabby things unless removed.
She's conditioned to attack any robot she sees at the quickest opportunity, and will thus target them in a fight whether it's advantageous to her or not.
Due to how she was made, she's more susceptible to radiation and further mutation. This could be a weakness depending on how you look at it.

Etc [Contraband will be confiscated]: Her favorite food is oranges. Music seems to sooth her.

@Destros09

[please stand by]

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Name: Dan, just Dan, that's it
Race: human 
Mutations: naturally regenerates
History (if you want to keep a secret, that's fine.): Originally a athlete he generally supported machines until they were made to powerful, in the waste land he was a loner, he actually yelled at the machines to put him on the train because half the remaining population of the area was hunting him.
Personality: loner, feels that anyone without a mutation is inferior, refuses to believe that anyone is sane or close to normal.
Appearance: tall with a medium build, long hair, wears a winter jacket no matter what the weather is
Strengths: regeneration, is accurate
Weaknesses: regeneration takes a lot of energy and becomes tired easily after it, terrible speaker, does not work well in groups.
Etc [Contraband will be confiscated]: throwing knifes (15)(confiscated), a pair of sunglasses (smudged by guards).

 

Edited March 23, 2017 by Youknowwho

[~Matt 402]

What a drag... --- Anelipsy thought as he listened to the foul-scented words. For a few minutes, his head spun in a torpor around the announcement. --- We've picked up as many passengers as we can hold. --- But he couldn't remember when he last felt the train stop. --- and we're going to make our way quickly to the big house. --- He comes to the conclusion he must have been dreaming when he should have last felt the train stop. Nevertheless, houses seemed now like a distant concept, occupying a narrow space in the mindscapes of train passengers. Despite his parents' apparent misery, Anelipsy's childhood household was big. He would rather not go back there, though. In his nostalgic nights, Stanislaw could imagine it being demolished, and turned into a field of viscose flowers under the white light and white heat of a benevolent sun. --- You dumb creatures are going to be battling it out for the good and amusement of all robotic kind. --- He wonders if the disgustingly unimaginative and disturbingly calculating beings that threw him into the current and awful stage of his material life can even accomplish such a feat as being amused. In his mind, they couldn't identify good even if it programmed them. Unexpectedly, Anelipsy smirks. --- Stamping Ground. --- He raises his sight, fleetingly capturing into it every single one of his wagon mates. He draws breath and summons his voice. --- "Machines were mice, and men were lions." --- He pauses, slowly lets out the breath and, finally, throws a sigh. --- "Once upon a time."

Edited February 3, 2017 by ~Matt

[YouKnowWho 8828]

“Yes. But now, men are mice, machines are lions, and I am the rocket launcher that devours all.” He made a note of this in his calculated brain The sand king said, hazily, the toxic sand dripping off his words like a sweet buttery raspberry syrup covered blueberry pancake being a prize of a claw machine, making his incredibly dirty [But still containing amazing superhuman like silkiness] robe sticky, uncomfortable, but surprisingly delicious. The Sand King, however, decides against sharing such a discovery with his Cargo Mates, as for all he knows, the primitive creatures would ravenously tear him apart with primal teeth and claws, which they appeared not to have any, at least most of them.

[56933043043 1073]

 

Mandra jerked up at the sound coming from the moss-infested voice vent.  She rubbed her eyes , then let out a cough..

Ugh. Don’t these rustmen understand that sleepy gladiators suck at fighting? Just as I was finally sleeping, they have to tell us a little message.

No matter how long she laid on the cold, metal floor, she couldn’t get back into her nap. She lifted her head from the floor and looked around. She pulled out her plastic bag and started rummaging in it for a snack.

Dark green. Is this the only moss that grows here? Like those rustmen, one and the same.

Outside the world was in ruin. The world of people, certainly. The world of plants was thriving and successful. But this train didn’t even have windows to gaze upon it.

The voice of the masked man snapped her back to reality.

“Lions”? That’s a funny word.

 She wanted to ask him what he meant. In the end, she just managed to stare at him, very confused.

 

Edited February 3, 2017 by Sketched_Philo
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[Donke60 3103]

The loud shout from Anelipsy awoke Jason who was snuggling in the far corner of the train. Jason looked around confused "Did somebody want a song?" Jason looks around again then he smiles wide and says overjoyed "We're Leaving yes yes yes back to "The Circus" my home."  

"Oh how rude I should introduce myself before you all die." 

"I'm Jason "The Jester" call me what you like and try not to die so soon I need my fun just like the rest of you!"  he laughs

Jason then pulls out his lute and closes his eyes

[DwerBomb 6171]

Slime babe is sleeping, snoring and drooling

Edited February 3, 2017 by DwerBomb

[~Matt 402]

Entranced by the stare of the girl who seemed as withered as the flower she carried on her head, Anelipsy only half hears the others, his head filled instead with the noise of grass growing atop a cliff while the water strikes rocks below. Intrigued by the general theme he could pick up from the dusty robot, his attention shifts towards it. He takes the mask off. --- "I apologise if my words offended you. Honestly it slipped my mind that there was one of them in here with us." --- Anelipsy softly smiles, questioning himself if the robots can read expressions. With that thought, the smile disappears, and his focus trails off. --- There was one of them in here with us. --- He felt desolate. An edge of a cliff that knows of its inevitable fall from grace once the supporting rocks below are taken by the sea. Anelipsy wanted to ask the robot how the rocket launcher that devours wall was imprisoned by mere lions, but deemed the question impolite. --- Would it matter? It is here, after all. --- As his thoughts gravitate closer and closer to indifference, expression disappears from his face. He takes another look around the cargo. --- Most are dreaming. --- A heap of focus materialises in the horizon. --- Yes, most are dreaming. --- Internally, he lets out maniacal excitement. --- Of course they are! What point would be in this context of palpable despair if they couldn't DREAM?! For sure dreams before me have realised this. It's a rich situation. I wonder if they can picture the scenes of murder we are fated to behold, oh how well I wonder. --- Shocked, he stops. --- Is it... hope? --- Calmly, his eyes run through the cargo, studying the sleeping faces. He allows himself to a tender expression. --- Could they possibly harbour hope?

Edited February 4, 2017 by ~Matt

[Zeklo 20639]

Victor sat quietly peeling stickers out of a small booklet and sticking them onto his head. At least the bucketheads didn't have the audacity to take those, but then again he could've swore one of the few glittery ones were missing... Now one rainbow unicorn, one green smiley face, and a thumbs up adorned his forehead. His mask, club, and just about everything else that was useful seemed to have been confiscated. At the very least his hat was still with him. Along with his headphones which avoided a potential issue. His candy had been taken though.

Oh boy, someone was gonna get sucker punched.

The problem was they took the suckers too. Talk about rude.

[YouKnowWho 8828]

A single tangirene flavored sugar free discount sucker seemed to slip away into the depths of Victor's sugar crusted pockets and was able to avoid the grasps of the tin cans. Both being an acceptable amount of sweetness, and a glorious reminder when things were cheaply made. Truely, a luxury. But not all that much of a luxury. Seriously, the packaging and the sucker might be made of the same thing.

[Donke60 3103]

Jason without opening his eyes says 

"Well I hope none of you had families because if you did we'll there not your family anymore. "The Circus" is your family now it is your life you can't leave we are all the entertainment for these robots and you are my entertainment as well. There should be no more trust no more feelings the only thing there should be is the primal force of blood lust!. He opens his eyes to scan the room for any reaction to his words. His eyes fix on the slime girl sleeping and unfazed. Jason eyes widen with rage, gets up and yells "How dare you people sleep during my performance. Such disrespect my job is to entertain and give you a big welcome; how can I do that if you are sleeping! Jason runs to the corner he was laying and pulls out a trunk of purple color and red stripes he opens the chest and digs around. He pulls out an air horn and earmuffs. Jason puts the earmuffs on his head and squeezes the horn it lets out an ear piecing screech. The sound bounces all around the train.

"Well consider this your WELCOME!" Jason yells.

" I will not be IGNORED" he yells again.

Jason picks up his lute from the floor and smashes it against the train's wall it doesn't splinter but rings out a cry of out of tune misery.

"If I meet you in the ring little girl your dead" Jason says through clenched teeth and sits back down and buts his things away. Knowing its against the rules to harm anyone on the train. Jason picks up his lute and goes to work replacing his now broken strings.

[DragonMage156 27714]

(Geez, this guy needs to take a chill pill 0_0)

[56933043043 1073]

When the masked man fixated on her for so long, Mandra looked away. Then it struck her that she still had moss on her thumb.

She brought it all inside her mouth, relentlessly picking away the moss with her tongue, and covered her face with the other hand. Her pleasant feeding was interrupted by the clown’s antics.

 Please, no more crazed ballads…how can a man seem so stylish yet be so mad? I wonder if he lost his sanity in the madness of this train...maybe a real circus would've been enough!

This last thought was the most entertaining one she'd heard from herself today. She tried to hold back her laughter.

 

 

Edited February 4, 2017 by Sketched_Philo
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[DwerBomb 6171]

Slime babe opens her eyes and groggily moves to sit with her torso up

She sleepily opens and closes her eyes, which was not synchronised, and looks around a bit

She then gives a smile

and pukes a bright cyan glittery liquid 

[YouKnowWho 8828]

Suddenly, there are three loud with a slight tinge of aggressiveness knocks from on top of the cargo hold. It was as if somebody who had just an overall disappointing day had gotten slightly annoyed, but was a bit too mellow to really do anything about it.

“Yeah, you’re a bit loud, aren’t you? Could you keep it down, please? I’d hate to have to use a chill pill on you. Those things come out of my paycheck, y’know…”

The sad robot assumed that most of you knew by now that the “Chill Pill” were animal tranquilizers. Mostly elephant ones. Not much use for those, huh?

[Zeklo 20639]

Victor tskd at the remaining sucker, but quickly recoiled at the intense sound from the jester looking fellow. He adjusted his headphones, and ran the candy in between his fingers before pocketing it. He considered saying something, but he decided otherwise after the series of knocks that came from above. Instead, he clicked his tongue a few times and chuckled.

Edited February 8, 2017 by Zeklo
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[Donke60 3103]

"Hey mr.robo how bout you bring us down a mop for the pile of sludge that one of your new "recuits" left on the floor?" Jason knocked back motioning to the pile of glittering vomit. Jason then proceeded to pick at his costume furiously as if to clean the vomit from it. Though he was still far in the corner away from the girl and the vomit.  Jason then spied the sucker that Victor was holding an remembered his life before he was a fighter. Kids in their seats would line and watch him and the troupe perform.  The firebreather would amaze the crowds as if he were a dragon. The acrobats would swing and flip from one side of the big tent to the other with ease. Jason himself would be juggling and entertaining the little kids in the front row as they all ate their candy. There smiles and laughs always made him so happy. Then in a flash the memories were over. Jason felt a slight tinge of sadness and rubbed his slippers jingling the bells on the tips. But the sadness quickly went away as Jason forgot what made him so sad. He picked up his lute and started plucking the soft sounds comforting him as he waited for the train to stop.

[DragonMage156 27714]

5 hours ago, Youknowwho said:

I’d hate to have to use a chill pill on you.

(Did you really just quote me on that? XD)

[Paxtonnnn 4206]

Ker was sleeping because Paxton is awful at writing RP posts.

Ker was snoozing on the floor, drooling.

[~Matt 402]

Anelipsy quietly watched as the buffoon threw his tantrums, and said nothing once they were over. --- Surprises me that they'd let him keep that box of madness. I've got to admire him, though. Such resolve to make his dreams tangible is certainly unusual. --- He notices then that the lizard person is still asleep. --- Another admirable specimen. This one doesn't let his dreams be interrupted by others', no matter how loud and real those are made. --- The thought is held for a moment. --- Or possibly he's just deaf. --- Distracted again, Anelipsy starts playing with his fingers, switching their positions around randomly, and at times taking one off or adding an extra one in. It amuses him. --- What a joy. --- He ponders about when the train would stop. --- Oh what a joy indeed.

[DwerBomb 6171]

15 hours ago, Paxtonnnn said:

Ker was snoozing on the floor, drooling.

"brother"

Edited February 5, 2017 by DwerBomb

[Donke60 3103]

Jason looks at the end of the room and notices Ker for the first time. Jason was confused, "Had he been hear the time,"  Jason said silently.. Or did he just get here? No no the train hasn't stopped and we have all our guests. That means he slept though the sound the horn the lute smashing and he barely stirred, That's incredible Jason thought. He most certainly deserves a reward I know I'll give him a present just remember to grab the "safe" ones, Jason thought. He sat down his lute and went digging in his box to pull out 3 modeling balloons or orange, yellow and green and a small pump. In just a minute he had twisted them into a hat. With pieces of the orange balloon sticking up to make it look like a crown. Jason walked over careful not to make a sound for he could wake up at any moment and placed the balloon crown gently on Ker's head. Taking a step back to admire his work Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the site of balloons on a lizard's head. Jason also couldn't help either when he got back to his seat to make a balloon crown for himself out of green,blue, and violet. He couldn't help but feel like a kid again.

Edited February 5, 2017 by Donke60

[YouKnowWho 8828]

Sand King was in the corner looking fairly annoyed with the utter disappointment that was life. It seemed that all living creatures made completely illogical decisions on a day to day basis and just called them "Culture" or "Love" or whatever, everybody would clap along, and the original human would buy a round for his little friend get together. 

Suddenly, as if a blast of light eradicated from the sun itself and sent it spiraling towards the luck, hitting the sandy robot about an inch to the left from the closest thing to the forehead, he felt incredibly powerful and grateful. It seemed such great luck for him to be born from robot kind, and not end up with a terrible nose. Sure, a nose could be used for some things, but not having one, at this very moment, seemed to make not having one worth it.

Edited February 6, 2017 by Youknowwho

[DragonMage156 27714]

2 hours ago, Youknowwho said:

utter disappointment

(The musical)

[56933043043 1073]

The clown was jumping about, from threatening the peculiar ooze fellow to decorating the lizard-like man, to grooming himself with his own clothes.

Was that lizard-man always there? He blends in well.

The knocks coming from above shook her up. Mandra stayed put in her corner for a few minutes. Then, she noticed the masked man…growing fingers?

Like the roots of a tree, the growth never stops...until it dies , that is.

The thought hit home...they were to fight to the death, after all.

She watched the act of legendmain, mesmerized. Crawling closer to the scaled fellow would surely give her a better view.

Edited February 6, 2017 by Sketched_Philo
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[Donke60 3103]

Jason stopped his antics when he saw the robot in the corner so pleased about something. A few seconds later a smell made its way to jason with enough force to make him physically sick. Jason looked around for the source of the smell and to his dismay it was the pulasating goo but this seemed to be Jason last straw. "First it was bandits then it was the homless and now its things made of literal garbage, I've had enough!," Jason yelled. Jason grabbed his shotel from its small loop in his belt and climbed the wall and furiously digging at the ceiling to create a hole. "I'm not dying by the smell of something made of garbage my slavery just ended right now." he said clawing at the wall. But his attemps were futile though tiring and Jason ultimately gave up in defeat. and in a repetitious cycle sat back down near his chest. But as he did he noticed a girl iniched closer then from her usual spot as if watching him "I suppose you want a balloon too? well I guess its all i'm good for right now what would you like and what colors?" Jason asked. Trying to sound polite but it sounded very creepy to be honest.