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Post by GIDEON JACOBI HUNNAM on Apr 1, 2012 16:16:56 GMT -5
Raising lean muscled arms over his head, Gideon stretched out all muscles in his back. He had made a point to always keep himself stretched and limber just in case. He clasped his fingers above his head and rotated the balls of his shoulder, making his arms rotate backwards, extending out as far as possible. Rotating his neck to stretch it out, he leaned it back as far as it could and brought his clasped hands forward again. The slight pull of his shoulder blades caused his arms to jar halfway, but he moved effortlessly. Shaking out his arms, he leaned forward and pushed up into a handstand. Steel blue irises glanced around, seeing a small group of people gathered around him. He tended to take his show around the circus instead of staying in one area. Gave him more publicity that way.
He was a slightly unorthodox contortionist. Being that he stood at an imposing six-foot-two with a lean, lanky build. His build helped with his flexibility, but sometimes height was an important factor and being tall made some things difficult. Though Gideon got by quite well and his audience seemed to enjoy it so he never complained. Shifting his hips, he pushed his legs backwards over his head, arching his spine for a better angle. He shifted, fluidly into a gymnastic crab walk, keeping his legs in close to his head. He kept his head tilted back and glanced at the small group. He pushed his feet off the ground and raised them above his head. He raised one hand off the ground and stretched it to the side. He grabbed the neon blue ring close by. It resembled a hula hoop but was much smaller.
Smirking he took the ring with one foot and used his feet to raise it up above. He dropped the ring so it wrapped around his waist. He placed his feet firmly on the ground again, successfully encased in the now tight ring. Bending his arms at the elbow, he dropped forward. He shifted the ring and tucked his shins beneath it so his knees were tucked in. He then straightened his legs out and pushed the ring off and flipped back onto his feet. He stood straight and placed the ring over his right leg. Then quickly bent backwards, keeping his head close to his spine and slithered his torso through the ring. He paused there to judge the crowd's reaction. They watched on in awe and as he used his hands to push the ring further up over his torso and onto his left leg.
He grinned at the stunned gasps from the group and placed the ring against his stomach. He then hooked both arms through the ring, arching his back and curving his spine as far as it would go. He then paused with the ring encasing his head and torso with his spine curved tightly. There was a few gasps and applauds at this point. He then shifted a moment to tuck in his head, then used his arms to push the ring down til it dropped around his feet. He performed barefoot, used to the rough landscape the circus always settled on outside. He also didn't wear leotards, since they felt too constricting to him. He preferred to wear a pair of fitted jeans and a shirt that clung to his lean torso. It wasn't the most ideal clothing, but he managed to move just as fluidly as he would have in a leotard.
The crowd applauded his performance as he bent to retrieve the ring and held it up. He raked his fingers through his messy, chin length coal colored hair, ruffling the onyx tresses. He bowed to his spectators and moved on. This was just a small sample of his routine, they'd have to come back later that night for the full show. Satisfied with the performance, he made his way toward other tents in the circus. He wandered around the sideshow section where he worked. He had some free time to kill and had been working hard. He snorted at the thought. This was the easiest job ever. Just twist into some positions with some small props and get some cheers from the crowd and he was good. As long as he did his job right, he was granted free time to do whatever he wished.
At this point he was feeling a bit lonely. Unconsciously, his feet had led him to the tent which held the burlesque show performers. A smug grin curved his pale pink lips. This should be interesting. He was a man and what man wouldn't want to look at scantily clad women sometimes. He had been guilty of watching them perform when he wasn't due to perform. Not to mention he was a notorious player, he couldn't help but sneak a peak at the female population of the circus. Snickering to himself, he stepped up to the tent. He reached out and pulled back the flap and peered inside. "Hei, minun ihanuuksia" He called out in his native tongue. Which meant "Hello, my lovelies." in Finnish. He grinned and waited for any movement inside before entering. It seemed rather calm, but he didn't want to intrude without an invitation.
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Post by OPHELIA MORGAN BAKER on Apr 1, 2012 19:08:39 GMT -5
[/size][/color]phelia was getting ready for her act tonight. Her first night as a Burlesque dancer for the Midnight Masquerade. "Mum will have a bloody fit when she sees me."[/b] She mused out loud, finishing her red lipstick and everything. Her makeup was neat and flawless while her black hair was neat and curled in slight waves. Almost looking like beach waves in a way. Ophelia could just imagine the look on Olive's face when she starts to dance. It would be the typical mother trying to stop daughter from stripping. Which never turns out the way the mother wants it to. She laughed to herself while putting her feet in her shoes, before swaying slightly to music that was playing in her mind. Just to get herself comfortable with dancing since she hasn't done it in a couple days, being there. She was taking it easy for a while. Ophelia's song was Wolf like me by Tv on the Radio. It's a good song to unleash her sexy primal side. Humming the song to herself, she made her way into the front of the Burlesque tent before hearing a strange language from outside it. "Is it the big bad Finnish wolf or somethin'? If not, I ain't interested."[/b] She teased, getting up onto the little stage to get into position when the tent flap opened and her blue eyes landed on a black haired cute guy with a lip ring on the right side of is mouth. Sexy. So, Ophelia stood up on the stage with her arms cross under her bust and dropping her left hip. Her stance looked absolutely stunning because of her short polka dot dress with thigh high black stockers. Between the stockings and the dress, there was a good bit of her smooth pale flesh showing. Just to tease. "Show don't start for another ten minutes, boyo. And aren't you a li'l young for this tent?"[/b] Ophelia asked with a sultry smirk on her lips, looking down at him.[/color][/ul] [/b][/color] *bounces with excitement* Tag:[/i][/b] Gid/open[/size][/center][/font] |
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Post by GIDEON JACOBI HUNNAM on Apr 1, 2012 20:16:26 GMT -5
Of all the dancers he had expected to see when he walked in, she was not one of them. The raven haired beauty had had been absently eyeing since her debut and his boss' daughter. He inwardly groaned at his luck. Then shrugged it off, might as well work with it while he had the chance. Giving the girl a wolfish grin as she acknowledged him. He casually moved further into the tent, watching her move onto the stage. He took in her outfit and his grin widened. He had expected the dancers to be scantily clad and her little ensemble wasn't half bad. He moved toward the stage and paused close to it and glanced up at her. Icy blue orbs glittered with amusement as he answered. "You caught me. How'd you know?" He teased back with a soft laugh.
His grin faltered at her comment about being too young. He frowned for a moment, then shrugged it off. "No, as matter of fact I am an adult. Twenty-one years old to be exact. Also I have every right to be in here despite it being early since I work here. Beside, Boss says I can do whatever I want if I work hard and I just finished my part until later tonight. So I am allowed to come here whenever I please, Princess."
[/color] He remarked, casually. He pushed a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back from his eyes and pinning them with his hand. He glanced around the tent, watching other dancers scamper around as they prepared for the show. He then turned his attention back to the raven haired beauty. "So...Mommy Dearest upset that her little girl is practically dancing naked for all the world to see?"[/color] He purred, amusement clear in his smooth baritone voice. He leaned his arms on the edge of the stage, looking up at her. He wasn't exactly fond of being ordered around, but the ringmaster wasn't that bad. She let him be so long as he worked. He mentally shrugged, then shuddered as he thought of her assistant. He shook it off and turned his attention back on Ophelia. "Personally, I don't mind it at all. But I do like these things to stay behind closed doors. So only my eyes can see it." He added, offhandedly. He smirked up at Ophelia and pushed off the edge of the stage and moved off to the side. He raised his arms over his head and stretched out his muscles from habit. He smirked moved into a series of back flips, curving his spine just enough to show off his flexibility, then gripped the edge of the lowest point of the stage and propelled himself onto it. He landed on his feet and wandered around, casually. He poked at different things like the tent fabric that would peel back once the show started. There were various other things like props for the themed shows and the colored lighting. He soon grew bored and moved back to Ophelia, standing closer to her and nonchalantly checking her out. He'd admit he didn't mind the view from here. Much better than hiding in the shadows during the shows. tag;;[/color] Ophelia word count;;[/color] 533 muse;;[/color] decent[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by OPHELIA MORGAN BAKER on Apr 13, 2012 21:13:26 GMT -5
[/size][/color]er blue eyes looked over the guy and remembered him being the contortionist at the circus. 'Cute guy..'[/i] Ophelia thought to herself, listening to him speak. This time calling her princess, which got her foot tapping out of her temper getting to her. "No, as matter of fact I am an adult. Twenty-one years old to be exact. Also I have every right to be in here despite it being early since I work here. Beside, Boss says I can do whatever I want if I work hard and I just finished my part until later tonight. So I am allowed to come here whenever I please, Princess."[/i] Ophelia just quirked a brow at him. "Twenty one or not, you still like you just jumped out of high school. And don't call me princess."[/b] She mused before practicing her little dance without taking off her clothes. Didn't want to give the wanker a peep show. And diffanently not for free. "So...Mommy Dearest upset that her little girl is practically dancing naked for all the world to see?" That made her laugh. Well, cackle the way her dear ol' mother would. "You shoulda seen her face when I told her that I'm a burlesque dancer! Felix was a little put off at first but, got over it. Mum's gonna need a while."[/b] She explained, acting like she was going to undo her garter and push her stockings down slowly down her smooth pale legs. Humming the melody of the song she was going dance to, Ophelia continued on with practicing her routine. Only to heard the Finnish guy speak and roll her icy blue eyes.
"Personally, I don't mind it at all. But I do like these things to stay behind closed doors. So only my eyes can see it."[/i] She just shrugged her shoulders while pretending that she was undoing the buttons on her dress. "Secret's safe with me."[/b] She mused, before looking over at him to see that he was stretching. A lot. So much that she couldn't help but stand there and watch him. Then, she cleared her throat slightly trying to fight back some of the naughty thoughts that were currently and rapidly running around her head. And she also noticed him checking her petite yet curvy frame and fought a smirk. "My, my, ain't you flexible?"[/b][/color][/ul] [/b][/color] *bounces with excitement* Tag:[/i][/b] Gid/open[/size][/center][/font]
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