/'Take flight;/
§ Katelyn POV §
I was sat in my carriage; it's funny because the noun 'carriage' instantly makes me think of a upperclass wooden caravans but in reality it's a dirty tiny room on wheels. I'll admit it looks nice on the outside from all the intricate designs but on the inside it was the total opposite.
I was occupying the small sofa in front of my TV, my eyes trailed along the room: Bed, wardrobe, small kitchen, living room and then finally bathroom.
The faint noises coming from the horses outside were drowned out by the TV, which was playing whatever was on channel 47- most likely some low budget documentary. It was 9:00AM on the dot, I looked at the clock hanging on the wall for confirmation, and since practice started at ten and took twenty minutes to set up all the props and costumes.
It was a circus requirement for girls to tie their hair up unless they had a bob-cut, it was to prevent accidents. Hence why it was in a slick back ponytail, my makeup had already been done. It consisted of the basics with blue features of the cheek, the actual pubic performance was taking place in few days so these days will be dress-rehearsals.
I got up from the sofa and walked over to my wardrobe; the closet contained costumes and my other circus-related things.
There wasn't a choice when it came to outfits- the boss told us to wear our premium outfits. I loved the style and color, it was blue and was stylized with a blue, corset tailcoat with black stockings. The corset was a pain to get on however I eventually got it on still able to breathe after a couple of strained breaths.
Once the remaining time had been ate up, I exited my 'house' that had arrived at the venue mere minutes ago and jumped down the metal steps. I turned around and locked my 'room' with my keys and dropped them in my pocket, the crunch of gravel behind me alerted my stature and I stood up straight and looked behind me; a dark skinned male stood behind me, his white hair prominent against his contrasting complexion.
"Hey Katelyn~" Travis dragged on, his emerald eyes glittering in the sunshine. Despite his decent looks, I had no intention of liking him.
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§ That's what I thought anyways.
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Society Misfits || Travlyn
Fanfiction« Circus AU » circus ˈsəːkəs/ noun 1. a travelling company of acrobats, clowns, and other entertainers which gives performances, typically in a large tent, in a series of different places.
