-- Topsy Turvy [open]

[clopin]

Beside a small tent, open to the public, a lone boy resided, Though he was by no means downtrodden and quiet. On the contrary, the musical instrument was held to his own lips, fingers dancing among the numerous holes. His curly-toed shoes mimicked this movement, slender build jostling this way and that.

This was a daily routine for Cosmin, really. Though his destination changed quite often, he would improvise on his handmade instrument, body flowing lazily however it wished, as the ribbons hanging loosely from his festival Mardi Gras mask flowed back and forth in an engaging dance. Street performing was the boy's only source of income, and though it wasn't ideal for most, Cosmin couldn't imagine doing anything else.

To add to the charming and bewitching flow of the pipe, several bells adorning his eccentric outfit chimed and jingled merrily. This was a method he had been taught as a young child; a way to inflict more music into the air without an additional instrument or a partner. It was quite effective when he was in need of a little extra money.

This wasn't to imply Cosmin didn't have any friends of course. Granted, he didn't really have anyone he would refer to as a friend, nor even a companion. But plenty of people were prone to begging for a piece of his lime light, tagging along with him wherever he went, fans really. Did they count as friends? The boy didn't think so, as was the reason he never allowed them to help with his music. So inexperienced were they bound to be, he trusted he'd make less money than he did by himself.

The reason for choosing this specific place in which to dance was simple. As a rule, circuses attracted all sorts of people more that willing to spend quite a large sum of money. Not to mention young ones presented with a colourful display of sounds and music were more than likely to donate a bit of cash.

Half lidded brown orbs raised slightly as a foreign chink caught the brunette's attention. Cosmin gave a wink and slight grin of thanks to the passerby as they dropped a small handful of coins into the roughened hat Cosmin had placed on the ground before him.

Inwardly, he scowled. The number one rule for all busking was to never let people see coins where they were to drop payment. Bills were of far more value, and the more change his audience saw, the more they would give. So, with an inconspicuous kick of his leg that could be explained away as a dance movement, the toe of the gypsy's shoe made contact with the hat, effectively sending the offending change to hide beneath a dollar bill.

Letting a more sincere twitch of his lips slip onto his face, Cosmin twirled in a circle, one leg coming up to kick at the air in a familiar twist of the can-can, sending the tightly sewn bells on the tips of the toes jingling happily. Much better.

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TAG:absolutely anyone <3
WORDCOUNT:5 0 2
OUTFIT:CLICK
NOTES:this was a fun one to write ;3 let's make this a lighthearted, eccentric thread. <3
CREDIT: T TO THE ILLY @ CAUTION 2.0

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[alicebby]

The circus was always a curious place. It was inspiring in its own way. Allison loved it. It brought out her inner child. And sometimes, it was like taking a giant acid trip down a friggin' rabbit hole. It should make her feel inspired, make her want to write. Kids loved the circus, didn't they? So maybe Allis could do something about a circus. Except...some kids hated the god damned circus. Clowns. Allis shuddered as she pulled her coat tighter around her torso. She hated clowns. They were creepy and all sorts of just wrong. But the circus could be used for a lot of good things. Such as interesting encounters. Like, almost getting kicked in the face by a foot that was elaborately decorated in a shoe that Allis thought was a bit too flashy. Then again, Allis wasn't one for over the top things. Her life had enough over the top things as it were.

Regardless, Allis managed to dodge being kicked and looked at her attacker with widened blue eyes; ″I don't think I can even kick that high...and I'm fairly flexible.″ She stated loud enough for the guy to hear her over his playing. Allis folded her arms across her chest, tilted her head to the side, and waited for him to respond or ignore her. Considering he nearly gave her a nosebleed, he very well should talk to her. Allis was considered a bitch at time, incredibly stuck up, hard to get along with. It was probably she only had one real friend, and that was Hatter. Maybe it was because he was high out of his mind nearly all the time they were together, or coming down from such a serious crash it was ridiculous, but Allis was tolerated by Hatter. Then again, Allis cared about Hatter more than she cared about herself.

Perhaps it wasn't healthy, but nothing in Allis's life was healthy these days.

Perhaps she should try to be sociable and not so cold and distant to others. Besides, from the look of this guy, he could help her find inspiration for her new book. She had been thinking about actually moving onto writing an actual novel and not just a picture book, but Allis loved drawing, too..and ideas just wouldn't come to her; ″Do you get much money doing this?″ Allis asked, pointing to his hat and the instrument in his hands.

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this post is four oh five words long. it's tagged for cosmin and it's currently finished. the outfit is here. the song is topsy turvy by family force five.