( The first version of this roleplay opened over a year ago...
Anyway, I'm going to start now. )

Looking out over the bars of the last car, Darius blinked, As soon as the sun came down entirely, the acts would begin and people should be streaming in from all sides of the circus. It was pretty open, save for the tents; a lot of the members of his circus simply stood around and did a few tricks. Others, like Ryo, preferred tents, and they'd already set those up. They had been set up for a while now, but, Darius wanted to wait until the sun set. It would make the place look creepy.

Ryo walked in then, a firm scowl pressed onto his face. Darius turned to him, smiling as usual, and threw a small ball at him. It bounced off his head, causing him to hiss, and then ask, "Are we open now, or what?" he asked, looking back at the other.

"As soon as I find Pandora." Darius answered, grinning. He hopped off the car, walking further into the circus grounds. Some people were already doing their acts, surrounded by quite a few spectators.

Sara was in her wolf form, surrounded by spectators. She let out a howl and changed into a chihuahua quickly. Her howl changed to a yip. She went from chihuahua to yorkie to husky to wolf and then repeated it. The spectators couldn't seem to get enough.

Sara then turned to her human form, letting people know that she was a human, but she could change forms. She pulled her hair to the side. "You people tired of this yet?"

"No! Can you do a german shepherd?" A little kid looked at her with sparkling eyes.

"Sure," she said. She got on her hands and knees. Her snout elongated, her legs shrunk, and she got harrier. When she was done, she looked exactly like a german shepherd.

"Wow!" The kid must've had an obsession with german shepherds.

[...Less. uhlol.
Anyway.]

One... Two.. Three.

What's this?

One is missing, Pandora said in her mind, eyes narrowing as she slipped a silver-bladed knife into her leather jacket. "I'll find it later~" she said to herself as she stood up and pranced out of her tent, whipping her weapon out and waving it about nonchalantly, as if it was perfectly normal to be carrying a blade around a circus. Well, it is. At least in this circus.

She spotted Darius. Mr. Ringmaster, yes. She walked over to him, silently, and wrapped one arm around his neck, knife to it. She stood there for a moment before laughing and releasing him. "How's it going, Mr. Ringmaster?" she said in that slightly scratchy voice of hers, as if she had been screaming all night. Or something of the sort. She pulled at his hair with a chuckle, hiding the knife in her jacket once more. She glanced down to see a German Shepherd, and stroked her head, knowing full-well it was truly Sara.

Sara blushed and turned into her human form. Her face was red with anger. "I'm not a farm animal!" The one thing she truly hated was being petted like a dog. She's a human, not a dog. "Ugh!" The little kid looked at her and then walked away.

"I'll be back later today," the kid yelled before walking off.

"God, what do people like about me so much?" She truly didn't get why turning into a dog was so special. She brushed her clothes off and glared at Pandora. "Like I was saying, I'm not a petting zoo on wheels."

( o_o; My sister replied on my account. )

Darius had stopped to watch Sara, his ever-present smile growing wider. He loved to watch the members of his circus perform. It was very entertaining, their uniqueness. One particular boy seemed to be getting a kick out of Sara's performance, and he had even requested a form from her. Darius opened his mouth to request a form just when a knife was positioned at his throat. At first, he simply blinked, surprised, before a smile slid itself into place.

"Pandora," Darius said calmly. "I don't think you should be frightening people by holding a knife to my throat." He'd seen the frightened reactions on people's faces; he thought one of them was about to call the police. "Also, if Sara doesn't want to be petted, you shouldn't touch her." He chuckled.

( Hrr. ono I'm going to post another bio on the first post. o.o; We don't have any normal, non-circus members. ;c )

"Good, god." Sara patted her hair down. She laughed at the faces of the spectators as Pandora pulled a knife to Darius's throat. "Don't worry, this is normal," she said to one particularly scared girl.

She changed into a jack russel terrier and bolted around the camp grounds. A few kids laughed at her, but others stared in amazement at how fast Sara was running. She let out a yip of laughter and then ran between a businessmen's legs.

Tabs dashed through the crowded city streets, her trainers pounding an uneven rythum on the grimy concrete. She though of nothing but escaping to the sanctuary of the woods across town. Her breathing was laboured, coming in short pants from her open mouth.
She knew the way out of the bustling metropolice yet she still felt strangely lost, her feet telling her what turns to take but her eyes not knowing the sights. She was so absorbed in the thought of escape that she ran, face first, into a short burly man with a long curling moustach.
"Watch where you're going, 'lil lady!" He said with a thick southern accent and a smile "You nearly knocked me right over!"
"Sorry..." She muttered, sidestepping the man and mummbling a couple of obscenities in Irish.
"No problem at all, ma'am." The burly man replied, grinning unbearably wide at the brooding girl "See 'ya 'round." He began to walk off at the same moment Tabby did and quickly turned into a small corner shop.
'Ugh... Southerners...' Thought Tabs with a grimace. 

And behind the curtain lies our dreams come true.

Name: Scarlett Fransice Terefran'
Age: 17, Actually over 200 years old.
Gender: Femme
S.O.: Bi;Straight ?
Species: Half vampiric.

Grade:  Dropped out of school, But, seems to know a lot of things.

Personality: Scarlett has a very graceful and serene personality. Though, once she has a taste of blood she goes mad. She is very calm-collective aswell, making her a very trusting and loyal friend to be. Anger her and she'll start yelling and become hot headed and soon enough she will cry. Scar can seem to be two different people at the same time. One nice and pleasant to be with, the other cold and shy.
History: When Scarlett was a little girl maybe around the ages of six or seven her mother got married to a different man. Who later on told her mother that he was a vampire, only him and her mother had known this. Then a year later when she was eight or seven her mother disappeared, with so her stepfather. A couple days later her stefather reappeared and kept yelling at Scar, telling her to run off into a forest or something. Scarlett wouldn't listen, she kept crying and hugging her stepfather tightly. Then a sound of footsteps could be heard.. Her stepfather had no choice and bit little Scarlett. He then was killed by the people. Scar was laid there dead, when the people saw her they burned her into ashes. Then Scar woke up in a forest, reborn. She then kept running and hiding away from people, living this as her life like today.  
Part of the circus?: She will join later.
Talent: She has Telekinisis, and some unknown powers.
Appearance: Scarlett has natural black hair that flows down just over her chest. It is very wavy, and partially curly. Scarlett usually wears a blue and red long mages'  cloak over a short black and white dress. Most of her clothing is tor-n (sorry it looked like tom.). Scar has one silver eye and one amber eye. She is very pale, almost as pale as the moon but, not that pale. She wears old musketeer boots.
Other: Unknown why Scar stopped aging at 17, giving her, her very young adult appearance. she is sometimes called Scar.

( Accepted, Yummi. <3 )

 "Aw, she left," Darius said, frowning sadly. He turned to Pandora and set his hands on his hips, scowling. "She left because of you," he accused, and then turned away, watching Sara still. He'd noticed that Ryo was perched on top of the train, his ears pressed down against his head. Well, Ryo always did hate dogs. It wasn't a surprise that he was scared of Sara.

Darius laughed a little. "Go save the cat, Pandora," he told her, and walked off. He just wanted to see what other kinds of people had come to his circus today.

~

Dustin was standing against a wall in the shop Tabs entered, which was actually where he worked. Right then, he was waiting for his shift to end. His friends told him about some circus, and they were planning on hanging out there. Apparently, it wasn't that kind of circus where people were making horses jump through flaming hoops or something like that. The shows were done by people with special "talents."

When some girl, who looked dirty and tired, entered the shop, he looked up from his work, blinking. "Err, do you need something, ma'am?" he asked, furrowing his brow at the girl. He was still anxious to get away from work, but she looked like she was in trouble.

Tabs glanced up "Um... Yeah, do you know where I could find a circus?" She muttered quietly. This boy seemed the kind to know a place like that. She blinked a few times awaiting his reply, brushing her tangled hair from her grubby face.
Her fingerless glove scrathced her delicate skin, leaving a small red mark across her cheek. She didn't trust the boy, but she had to ask him, who else was there? She licked her chapped lips nervously, she didn't like staying still for this amount of time, it made her feel exposed and vunerable.

[[ Fail ]]

( S'fine. ^^ )

Carefully, Dustin set down a small gl*censored* vase he had been polishing, and blinked at the girl. "Yeah, actually," he said slowly, looking down to fiddle with a bit of strung out gl*censored*. "I know where it is." Glancing over his shoulder, he read the time off a clock mounted up on a wall, seeing that it was only five minutes before his shift ended. But, he wasn't going to leave until it did.

"If you'd like, I can take you there as soon as my shift ends," Dustin offered, smiling at the girl. "It ends in five minutes, so."

Tabs nodded once, her anburn hair falling into her dark rimmed eyes. She hadn't slept for days and she was dead on her feet "I need to sit down." She muttered, wobbling slightly on her weak legs. She felt faint, as though she would collapse.
She looked around nervously, knowing the cops were after her for stealing food and she couldn't deal with being taken down to the station. She glanced up at the clock, Three minutes to go. Tabs pushed another strand of hair from her face and pushed her gloves down on her grimy fingers, scrathing her pale knuckles.

[[ I continue to fail... ]]

Dustin furrowed his brow. "In the meantime," he began, picking up a small plastic box and walking around the counter. "Maybe you'd like one?" He held the box out for her, smiling a little. The box contained a bunch of packets of wet napkins, which he was glad for now. They always seemed to come in handy every-so-often.

The girl looked nervous. Dustin couldn't be sure why, but he wished she'd relax a little. She was so tense, it was making him nervous. He brushed his blue-gray hair out of his face absentmindedly.

[[ Sorry if I take a while to post, Im watching Desperate Housewives. ]]

Tabs took a napkin from the packet and began to wipe her grubby face "Thanks..." She grumbled, showing no emotion. She glancded at the clock again, noticing the boy's nervousness. 'Only one more minute...' She thought, running her hand through her greasy hair. Her eyes were dull from lack of sleep and her skin was covered in a thin la
yer of dirt.
She looked at the clock once more "Your shift is over. Can we leave?" She glared out the window at a small child who had been staring at her.