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There's a gift left for him with a note that says "From Mama". Inside it a note that says "jk"

“You’re a mean person!”

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“Alright let me have it then!” He grinned and took up a fighting stance, sticking his tongue out a little.

With a little growl, Örjan grinned and lunged at him, throwing a small punch to his stomach.

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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Örjan had been so excited about turning eight. It was another step closer to growing up. But now, on his actual birthday, he was sitting out at the edge of the circus grounds, staring off into the distance. Quietly, he murmured to himself.

“...I’m eight today, Mama. I’m growing real fast. You’re probably worried about me, but I-- ...I’ll be okay. I’ll come home soon.”

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“Well, your mama is right! As a growing boy, your diet is really important, and you have to be careful what you eat,” she gave a nod, “I did when I was little, too!” Although, it wasn’t like she had much anyway, what with her parents.

At his latter question, she giggled lightly, “probably, depends what there is - my…my uh..brother could just about make anything from anything. I try to be the same, but we’ll have to see if I have his talent, hm?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re better at cooking than me. Mama taught me how to make cookies, but I don’t really remember how anymore.” He shrugged. “I don’t think they have stuff to make cookies here, though.” He paused to glance up at Josephine. “Have you made cookies before? It’s real fun.”

"Hey, Örjan..." she offered the young boy a gentle smile.

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

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He nodded. “Yep. Punch me all you want just don’t go for my crotch got it? You’re only allowed to do that to other people.” Was it weird he was feeling like a big brother to the kid at this point? Probably not.

Örjan snickered. “I wouldn’t do that, you’re not mean. I’d only pretend attack you so that I can get stronger!”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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Josephine pulled a face of shame, defeatedly sighing, “you’re right, there’s nothing cool to eat at all. I mainly live off sandwiches…and the bread is so yucky.” She scrunched her nose up a little, then let out a small chuckle.

“But, I’m sure I can make something nice out of what there is,” it was soon that they were coming upon tent where the food was, “you just need to help me find something, that’s all!”

Örjan gave a soft huff. “I eat a lot of apples. But there isn’t much for me to eat when I’m a tiger... Mama would say that I’m still growing so I can’t handle lots of meats yet, but it’s yummy!” He huffed again. 

He tilted his head slightly, curious. “I guess I can help... do you really think you can make something good?”

"Hey, Örjan..." she offered the young boy a gentle smile.

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

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Alistair stopped his search upon hearing the boy’s voice in the distance, arms crossing over his chest as he waited. “Up to old tricks again?” He heckled, knowing much to well about the child’s mischievous tendencies. Despite getting his ass royally handed to him, Viktor still had it out for Örjan so Alistair liked to keep a close eye on the boy, especially when it started to get dark out. Alistair knew that he wasn’t the only one in the circus looking out for the lad, but it put his mind at ease to see the boy safe and sound.

With a giggle and a grin, Örjan ran up to Alistair. It hadn’t been that long since he’d arrived at the circus, but already he was practically attached to the man’s side, typically following him around when he could. “I wasn’t doin’ nothing!” he snickered, tail swishing back and forth. As much as the tiger liked to explore and cause mischief, Alistair would always call him back when it started to get dark. To the boy it was a little annoying sometimes when he wanted to keep playing, but he looked up to Alistair and saw him as a protector of sorts, so for now, he listened and did as he was told.

"Örjan!" The Scotsmen called for the boy as he walked through the camp. The sun was setting and Alistair didn't want to have to wind up rescuing him from that gods awful cage again. You think Viktor would learned not to even bother anymore. "Örjan! C'mon, lad. Gonna be dark soon!"

Nighttime, in Örjan’s opinion, was the best time for prowling. He could see well in the dark, but other’s couldn’t see him. Currently, he’d been stalking some poor staff member of the circus when he heard Alistair call his name. His ears perked up, and he morphed back into his child form, surely scaring the daylights out of the poor staff.

“Coming!” he yelled, and bounced off in the direction of Alistair.

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He nodded. “A few years of getting beaten to a pulp, yeah. But don’t worry it all takes time and experience.” He ruffled his hair again. “I son’t mind teaching you on easy mode though. My body can take quite a beating.”

Örjan pouted. “I don’t wanna get beaten up...” He looked up at Alex. “ You’ll really teach me?”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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“Yeah definitely. Plus being small doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. You can fit into small spaces where people can’t get at you and you’re quicker and lighter on your feet than the average person. You gotta figure out the best strategy for yourself and work on it from there. I’ve got strength and experience so that’s what helps me but I can’t balance for shit if I’m sitting, kneeling or crouching.” He stood up. “It’s all about strengths and weaknesses. You gotta find your strengths and cover your weaknesses.”

Again, Örjan, nodded, listening carefully to his advice and taking it all in. “Okay... That makes sense, I guess. So I’m strong in that I can move real fast and I’m small, but ‘cause I’m small I’m not that strong?” He sighed. “This is more complicated than I thought it’d be!” He paused briefly. “...Did it take you a long time to learn how to fight real good?”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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He nodded in understanding. “That’s where cheating comes in.” He walked over and knelt down. “See the back of the knees is a prime spot to knock someone over. Hitting the chest right about…here.” He tapped Örjan’s chest lightly. “Can knock the wind out of them with enough force. Knock them off balance and pin them is your best strategy…though based on how light you are I’d say if it’s a guy, go for the crotch or knock them off balance and get as many hits in as you can before running for it.” He was being incredibly thorough right now.

Still frowning slightly, Örjan listened carefully, nodding from time to time. “Okay...” He huffed. “So I can’t just overpower someone, I guess. I know I’m still small, but that kinda sucks. But you think if I’m fast enough I could beat someone up pretty good if I did all that?”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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He moved just the slightest to both hold his ground and dodge. “You gotta be faster than that.” He scooped him up and lightly tossed him as to not hurt him. “You gotta anticipate the other’s move. Cheat if need be. Takes brainpower to fight, not just your fists.” Alex had learned that first hand way too many times. “Weapons complicate the matter. Quick and cheat or death are the options where I came from.”

A small yelp escaped Örjan as he was tossed away, though he wasn’t hurt. He scrambled to regain his balance, pouting lightly. “I was moving fast!” he huffed. “I dunno, it’s hard for me to think ‘bout what’s going on when I’m fighting.” He’d always been a bit rash and tended to act on instinct instead.

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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“Well I tend to fight better when I’m on fire too but that’s more sheer panic.” He laughed. “I’ll teach you how I learned.” He took up a fighting stance. “Try to knock me over, no powers allowed. We’re using street rules.”

Nodding determinedly, Örjan took up an awkward fighting stance as well. “Okay!” With a small growl, he lunged at Alex, doing his best to try to knock him over.

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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He nodded. “Yeah, sure. I mean a kid like you’s gonna need it. Especially against guys like Viktor.” He reached over and ruffled his hair before getting up. “I mean, what kinda guy would I be if I didn’t help out a brave wildcat like you.”

Örjan jumped to his feet as well, excited. “Thanks! I really wanna know how t’fight, just in case. I can fight a bit better as a tiger but that’s only ‘cause it’s instinct.”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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“I know that.” He rolled his eyes. “I got a nice scar on my left side from getting into a knife fight in Manhattan.” He lifted his shirt up a little to show it. “Try not to get all scarred up like me though okay? Don’t make mistakes like I did.” Like joining a gang but that was pretty unlikely here honestly. “I could teach you some of my old moves if you want.”

Örjan looked at the scar with wide eyes. “Wow! That’s cool!” He pointed to the scar running across his cheek. “I got one too! But I didn’t get it in a fight... one of the mean men who took me away from home did that. I couldn’t do much about it ‘cause of the cage.” He huffed. “But-- really? You’d teach me stuff? Maybe I could beat up the mean people then!”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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“What would you fancy, Örjan?” She asked, as she offered out a hand for him to take; if he wished to take a hold of it, he could, but he also didn’t have to.

Of course, Josephine was wanting something light, not really having /much/ of an appetite, but eating was a necessity. Maybe a sandwich would do her?

He was in a good mood, so for a moment, Örjan thought about taking the offered hand. But instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, meaning no offense to Josephine, but simply still feeling a bit out of sorts overall.

“Hm, I dunno. This place doesn’t have a lot of cool things to eat, does it?”

"Hey, Örjan..." she offered the young boy a gentle smile.

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

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He took a while to answer this time, deciding to leave out most of the more gross or traumatizing parts. “I was innocent. I was just a normal kid with no control over his powers and friends. And yeah, a won a couple fights but I didn’t need to fight that much back then.” He shrugged with a smile. “I was honestly a lot like you when I think about it.”

“That is kinda like me! I’m just now getting the hang of my powers, but it’s still kinda hard, ‘specially making my ears and tail go away. Doing that makes me real tired, so I just don’t bother. But Mama always told me to not get into fights, and I tried, but it’s hard not to when kids are stupid.”

"What the...Is the circus picking up kids left and right now?" He had noticed the little boy as he stepped aside but the other had stopped. "Damn kid. Who roughed you up. You okay?"

From where Örjan was sitting crosslegged on the ground, he frowned up at the other, then looked away with a huff, rubbing the back of his hand against his nose. “No one,” he grumbled. “’m fine.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

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She tapped her chin, thinking for a moment, “just an apple? Well, I have to make sure you get more than just that!”

And with that in mind, she was rising to her feet and brushing fallen wisps of hair back from her face. Of course, Josephine wasn’t fantastic with food, but she could get something together. With a single nod, she gestured with her hand, “well, I have to go and have something to eat myself, or else I can’t dance properly, I’ll get too tired- so if you want, you can have something with me?”

She paused lightly, then rushed, “only if you want, though-”

Even if he was a picky eater, Örjan was a typical kid, and always liked to say yes to the offer of food. He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I can come with you! It’s almost lunchtime, right? I can eat again now.” The apple had been more than enough for him at breakfast; he’d never had so big of an appetite, and having gone so long without eating much, he couldn’t eat too much anymore. 

"Hey, Örjan..." she offered the young boy a gentle smile.

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”