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Post by Mlle Lynx on Nov 29, 2009 16:53:37 GMT -5
The Runaway Circus Location: Uh, Europe. They travel. X) Era: Dunno. Old-ish. Like. . . 18-something? Plot: A bunch of children from an orphanage run away and decide to form a circus, basically. We'll see how it goes. Fae sat in the one scratched-up caravan, looking out at the rain that beat down on the dusty road. It was evening, but the heavy cover of clouds hid the moon and all its light. Fae's hands stroked the hub of her unicycle wheel absentmindedly as she looked out. Sometimes she wondered if the circus was a good idea. They were always hungry, hungrier than at the orphanage. . . and all of them were cramped in the small caravan with it's leaky roof and cracking wood. If anything horrible happened, there were no adults to really help out.
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