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[ex-cirque-taemin-blog]

Awkward Advice || Taemin & Chunji

Taemin can't actually believe he's doing this. But it's far too late now because he's already asked where Chunji was and he was almost there. He needed help though and he'd never be able to face Tablo again if he were to ask the man. So it would be his old friend, reliable and trusty Chanhee who he could and would black mail if this terrible situation got out. But he wanted to be good, if not for himself then for Jonghyun.

He'd learn and be good and if it didn't happen then he'd at least know for when it did. Hurtling toward the tent, he didn't even bother to pause for what he could burst in on. The gust of wind that followed him blew open the tarp doors, him tackling Chunji even with his light weight. "Hyung!" He starts, practically shaking the blonde boy. Despite the fact he was older, he never really acted like a hyung, unlike Chanhee, so he'd easily taken his naturally assumed position of dongsaeng.

"I need help" Taemin whined, all big eyes and puffy lips contorted into the biggest puppy expression he could muster. "Your help actually...So you really can't say no" He finalised, knowing he'd be royally screwed if the boy refused to help him.

[cirque-victoria]

Ooc

cirque-chunji replied to your post: Ooc: plots

If you wanted to do a three person plot with the kissing someone else in front of someone she knows likes her, Ren is open for you always <3

Asdfghjk yay! I was kind of hoping you would say that XD If we were to do this plot I just feel bad for the person she would kiss because she would be such a butt about it afterwords, most likely. :P

[changmins-illusions]

In The Streets of Aomori

The ruffling of pages drew Changmin from his trance. The dry pages flapped like moth wings in the slight breeze and he slapped the book shut, causing a muted clap resound through the hushed cafe. He glanced around quickly, but the few customers who sat out on the patio were too consumed in their own business to pay him any attention.

He eyed his once steaming latte on the table and cupped it in his hands. He had found this place by accident—he had gone off on his own that afternoon to explore the town a bit. He had been looking for a super market to stock up on some snacks when he had gotten turned around and stumbled upon the hushed rooftop cafe. Seeing the cafe reminded him of the one back in America where he and Yoochun had met up and conversationally patched up years worth of separation; catching up and filling in the other on what they had missed.

With a freshly purchased book tucked under his arm, he curled up on the outdoor patio, snuggled under a heat lamp and began to read. He had been there for about 15 minutes before his mind began to scamper away from the words on the page. Though most of his worries had dissipated with the long walk, the initial feeling of restlessness remained simmering inside him. Perhaps the latte wasn't the best choice of drink. Damn Yoochun and his contagious need for comfort foods.

He began to fidget in his chair, thumbing the corners of the pages. The world felt dull, as if world had suddenly gone black and white. For the first time since joining the cirque he just felt bored.

He walked to the the edge of the balcony and peered over the railing, watching everyday life stream by on the road below. Once out of warm glow of the heat lamps, he felt a slight shiver creep up his spine and cold soak in through his fingers that were wrapped around the chilled metal rungs.

Watching the people hurry to and fro—mothers and their toddlers, older children racing through the streets and dashing past vendors who called out prices through the dull roar of human traffic. The scene reminded him a little bit of himself when he was younger. A baker was opening up shop and the girl beside him carrying a basket of apples which he assumed would be the day's supply of pie fillings.

Her basket was full all the way up to the top and it looked like even a small tremble would upset the entire thing.

He watched as she awkwardly make her way up the set of stone steps leading up to the bakery. “I wonder...” Changmin murmured under his breath, eyeing the stone staircase with a mixture of mischief and genuine curiosity. He knew he really shouldn't, and was aware of the consequences should he be found out, but he was just so bored. He had been so well behaved up until that point, so shouldn't he be allowed to have a bit of fun?

He locked his gaze on the top step and imagined a stream forming, channelling all of his energy and focusing it on the single stone step. The constant stream of energy going out left him slightly breathless, and it seemed like forever before the step wavered slightly, now completely under his control. The top step shimmered and disappeared. He watched with rapt fascination as the girl began to climb the steps and sure enough she missed the last step, sending apples bouncing every which way.

He crammed his sleeve in his mouth to keep from laughing out loud and glanced over his shoulder just to be sure no one was watching. No one in the cafe was paying him any attention. A small sigh of relief. Still safe.

The now dazed, but otherwise unharmed girl had gotten up and was now picking up all the apples off the ground. The way she had to stoop down and grab the fruit before it got crushed underfoot was almost comical. She reminded him of an out-of-sorts hen.

While she was preoccupied, he gingerly cut off the flow of energy that fed the illusion that hid the stair from the light. Once the illusion was released, it was as if a mist was slowly clearing. The faint outline of te step appeared first, then the rest followed, filling out and solidifying. Once the last of the illusion had faded, it was as if nothing had ever happened.

He turned his attention back to the girl, who was just cleaning up the last of the red fruit off the ground when another idea came to him. He wasn't sure what had come over him, but he was having fun, and didn't want to stop.

He made an illusion of an apple appear a few feet away from where she was squatting on the ground. He saw her start towards it, but as soon as someone passed in front of her, temporarily blocking her view, he let it disappear then reappear somewhere behind her. She fumbled in her confusion as she searched for the apple that was no longer there. When she finally found it again, he let it disappear, only to reappear somewhere else. It happened a couple more times before she finally gave up and went inside.

He was so involved in his game that he didn't notice the boy staring at him until it was too late. Their eyes met, and he panicked out of reflex, wrapping an illusion around himself that would turn him more or less invisible.

He watched as the look on boy's face went from curious, to confused and then when to suspicious as the strange boy on the balcony appeared to vanish into thin air.

Up on the balcony, Changmin hastily made his way back to his cafe table, where he left his book and latte, and sunk his head in his hands and allowed himself to slowly re-appear. He had learned in the past that sudden appearances tended to draw attention and general alarm. He wanted to kick himself for being so stupid. Invisible, why did he just turn himself invisible in front of that boy? Now he had surely given himself away. He really messed up.  

[cirque-ahyeon]

Reminds Me of You || Chunji and Ahyeon

Honestly, Chunji was quite glad that it took him so long to find the supplies to create his present for his friend. Part of him really wanted to have it done for Valentine’s Day, though that didn’t quite make sense at all –why would he give it to her then? That would send the message that… Well… Maybe it wasn’t the most incorrect thing in the world. You gave things to people you cared about on that day, right? And he did care about her. She was strangely dear to him, in a way that even he hadn’t quite figured out. Thinking about Ahyeon was like drinking straight caffeine; the thought of her filled him with energy and excitement. Perhaps that’s why she got away with so much with him –because he couldn’t seem to get past the notes of her that filled him with that feeling.

Simple things, like how he could take her off guard and her opinion would obviously rise just the faintest bit, or how neither of them seemed too deterred by how the other was acting. It felt like a contest to see who give in give first –but he wasn’t trying at all with how he was treating her. Chunji loved treating her like a princess, even though he wasn’t too sure how to even do that in the first place. But the first step was that princesses always got the nicest stuff, right? He didn’t have very much in the way of spare money, so he had to make his present for her. Hopefully she would smile even so, even if he wasn’t around to see it.

Clutching the finished product to his chest, he set out for Ahyeon’s tent, his nerves tingling with tension. If she caught him, she’d likely be angry, and he’d have to see her reaction to it. The thought of having her throw it back in his face hurt like hell –so that’s why he had to do it this way. Hopefully if she hated it, he could at least pretend that it was precious to her. Something she kept locked up for safe keeping rather than something in a trash heap somewhere. Chunji didn’t know why that thought pained him so much, but it did, and he unconsciously quickened his pace. Had to get there before her show ended, had to get there when none of the others would see him.

Arriving at the Grey tent slightly out of breath, he peeked within and was thrilled to see that no one currently resided within. Ducking inside, he quickly picked out which bed was Ahyeon’s, since she had previously mentioned what presents Hyori had gotten her. Walking over, he carefully laid the present down where she could see it, along with its accompanying note. Smiling secretively, he turned and ducked out of the tent, going back the way he had come.

The note read:

My Dear Ahyeon-ah Ahyeon,

I know you probably think this is stupid –me getting you a gift out of nowhere like this…but I saw the seashell and I couldn’t help but think of you. It’s a seashell, something from the ocean, and it’s the bright red of embers in a fire; the perfect combination for you! It’s like it was meant to belong to you. I put it on a rope so it would be easier to keep track of, but they didn’t have any clasps or anything on the island, so I had to wait until we were near a town again to finish it. I stayed up all night making it because I wanted to get it to you as soon as I could. I couldn’t wait to get it to you, so I hope you enjoy it! It’s a natural beauty, just like you.

-Chunji

P.S. Sorry it's so messy! My pencil didn't have an eraser

Too put it bluntly, Ahyeon wasn't the least bit surprised to see a slip of paper folded neatly on the small table beside her cot. In fact the moment she had stepped into her tent, a part of her had even expected to see something left for her. Still standing in the entrance of the tent she wasn't able to make out the small object which she assumed went with the letter. How many gifts did that make so far? Right, four. And how many notes? Five. This entire charade was getting more than a little ridiculous. Isn't sneaking into someone's tent considered an invasion of privacy? The young woman would complain to someone about an intruder but who could she go to? The highest people of status in the Cirque were GaIn, herself and Hongki. One would suggest telling the “man” of the group but what could he possibly say about it after sneaking into someone's tent and someone's cottage himself? GaIn would probably just tell her to deal with the situation. Was she the only rational person in charge?

She almost didn't want to see what it was or even read the letter. She was too tired; her plans when coming back into her tent after the circus's first Aomori show were simply to change and sleep. (Bathing would have to wait until the next day unfortunately. Setting up the pipes always seemed to be more of a hassle during winter.) Ahyeon didn't want to have another episode of mixed feelings and she somehow knew this note would do just that. Were people trying to make her doubt herself so much? So much so that she'd feel like imploding? She didn't want that, or at least that's what the petite brunette continued to tell herself. She was tired and already agitated because of the Lunar Manipulator who thought it necessary to spray paint her signature onto the Red tent.

Howbeit the longer Ahyeon stood in the flapway, the more she pondered on the subject and the more she did that, the larger the wave of questions grew. She wanted answers, but she had to keep telling herself she didn't need them before finally the wave grew too large and washed over her, pulling the conflicted woman into a defeated state. She heaved a sigh before walking over to her cot and taking a seat on the edge. With cautiousness she reached out one hand for the note, refusing to take a good look at the object first.

Reading the words on the paper felt bittersweet. (The first thing she had looked at was the signature.) She found herself agreeing that it was stupid, but in a way he wouldn't understand. She hadn't been nice to him. Her philosophy a week earlier with him had been that if she was going to die in his presence, he would have to as well. He had no reason to gift her. Ahyeon knew he didn't deserve the way she treated him, but after playing the part of a snob for so long … it started to feel natural.

“… the perfect combination for you!”

He got her a seashell? She couldn't decide how she felt about that. It was from the ocean – A peaceful nirvana where the waves caressed the sand and where the water was free. According to the writer it was bright red – The color most associated with fire. In a sense, he was right; it was the perfect combination for her. Most people didn't have an emotional connection with their ability, but Ahyeon had no choice. Her skill consisted of two opposing elements. She supposed that contributed to the constant battles she inwardly took part in.

“It’s a natural beauty, just like you.”

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip at the statement as she re-read it with a confused countenance. She lifted her gaze to look at the actual object. Setting the piece of paper gently in her lap she reached out for the necklace with one hand while the other raised to gain a soft grip of the necklace she currently had on. She didn't want to take the current one off, but ... Out of impulsive decision, she unclasped the thin chain from around her neck and wrapped it around her wrist. She could wear both. Without a second thought, Ahyeon clipped the gifted necklace around her neck. She wasn't attached to Zelo's piece of jewelry because she was infatuated with him. His was more of a reminder that he did mean well for whenever she began to think or feel differently.

Chunji's would stand for the same reason.

[cirque-niel-blog]

Lost || Chunji & Niel

In the week Niel had been on the island, he'd spent most of his time alone so far. He'd spoken briefly to Taemin as they roomed together, but with his powers still settling in, talking to people seemed a little too hard. He was sure they were nice, at least they seemed nice. They were just a little intimidating with their abilities while he was still flickering in and out of being visible and not.

Niel had decided to spend the rest of the day outside, but the sun had set a while ago and as nice as it had been walking around the woods in the snow, at this time of night all the trees and pathways looked the same. He couldn't see the light from the cottages and the only light that was visible was the moon's as it shone through the spaces between the bare branches of the trees.

With each step he seemed to take a wrong turn and by this point he was a little panicked. The snow had started falling again, large flakes falling through the chilly air, biting at his nose and cheeks. Niel started moving faster in his panic, flickering occasionally into bursts of being invisible before returning every few steps.