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The building was dark; each person within sitting down in a seat. The occupants varied from children to teachers, from politicians to the lowly beggar. There was no separation of powers within the building--everyone could step within it's doors and everyone was free to be whoever, or whatever they wished to be. That was why when the building first was filled with the various, color offensive chairs, the visitors donned masks.
"Another hero..." A grungy voice grumbles, his throat scratchy like a worn coat. "Another mindless crime." His spiteful voice is joined with more soft, dream-like voices, the visitors quieting in apprehension.

"Behind the curtain, in the pantomime.
On... and on...

Does anybody know
What we are living for?
Whatever happens
We leave it all to chance
Another heartache
Another failed romance
On and on

Does anybody know,
What we are living for?"

Lights in the room blurred, taking the listeners to an all new high. There were reds of various shades; gold and yellow flaying their eyes with bright flashes. The man whom had initiated the song, appeared in the front and near center of the room, his feet planted upon a platform that brought him up a few feet higher that the rest of the room. He was old, braided white hair braided down to his chest. With a thick red cloak, his collar lined with a dark brown fur, some might mistake him for Santa Claus--but on top of his head was a worn, beat out top hat. One of his hands was missing, with other adorned with gold rings with different jewels.

"The show must go on!
The show must go on!

Outside the dawn is breaking
On the stage that holds
Our final destiny

The show must go on!
The show must go on!"

A petite female appears beside him like a flurry of snow, her joints and glossy skin giving her the look of a walking marionette. Her long white dress dragged across the floor, and she puts a shaky hand on her cheek, turning her head to look at the crowd.

"Inside... my heart is breaking
My makeup, may be flaking
But my smile still stays on,"

She clasps the older mans hand in her and raises her voice, her pale cheeks red with exertion. There were more actors, gliding about behind them in the shadows, dodging the bright lights that had entranced the viewers. There was not a speck of technology within the theater, and none of the visitors seemed to carry any on them as well.

"The show must go on!
The show must go on!

I'll top the bill
I'll earn the kill
I have to find the will to carry

Both raise their arms, the female seeming to be melting in the lights like a snow man. The words fly out of the elders mouth like venomous spit, his shoulders held up high.

"On with the,
On with the,
On with the show

On with the SHOW!
On with the SHOW!

The show must--
The show must go on!"

[CrimsonMoon]

(Dr jekyl and mr hyde!!! I wanna reply but how? XD)

[Light]

(*le bow* dear crimmen, you can come in as a sandwich and I wouldn't mind XD I was planning on making this something more twisted than School Days.)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Like what?! TELL MEH!!!)

[Light]

(Hmmm... The group takes in very few others; people asking for power, for fame, for money, for eternity. They filter out the ones who they know won't survive the test, and when one passes, they become a part of the famiglia. When a person dies though, no one seems to care. The next day, the person is up and walking around like nothing happened. That happens whenever there is an accident, or some fatal error that shakes the circus. The rest of the people in the circus seem to change as well, like someone replaced them with a doll that looked exactly like the past one.)

[CrimsonMoon]

So like a twisted wax museum! )

[Light]

(exactleh!)

[CrimsonMoon]

One of the masked figures wasnt as they seemed, she sang and disguised herself well but she had another reason to be there. Investigation... And this was the proof she needed

[Light]

The lights stick to the people like honey, seeping into their skin. The people backstage never spoke a word, all dressed in black. None smiled, none cheered, and all of them looked like puppets. The only ones with life in them were the Old man, and the girl with him; but she seemed to be in a much worse state than the elder. The lights float away from them, drawing the attention of the people from the singers to the next act...

Two twins slowly spun each other around, mindlessly humming as they twirled. Their pale clothes caught the light and embraced them...

"Join us, leave your fields to flower,
Join us, Leave your fields to sour,
Join us, come waste an hour or two

do-da-le-do

journey--journey to a spot exciting--"

One stops singing and the other continues, their thick shoes lightly clopping across the ground in time with the twisted violin that screeched softly, and the painful tang of the piano that chimed like broke bells.

"Mystic,and exotic,
Journey through our anecdotic review--

We've got magic to do,"

[CrimsonMoon]

The masked womancan barely conceal her sorrow, just another freak show... Poor children. She forces herself to stay emotionless..

[Light]

One of the twins laughs and swings his body to the side, his arm in the air, "hey, hey everybody!" He childishly calls out in a high pitched voice. "Columbus sailed the ocean blue and killed millions of people and got a holiday, riiiight?" He sways and his twin brother spins him around laughing, and finishes for him, "So it's not gonna be too long before there's gonna be a holiday for Eloise! Eloise Day!" Their childish laughter is echoed by the audiences, and they resume spinning.

[CrimsonMoon]

The woman blinks slowly... They... Had a point..

[Light]

"Heeeey," the other one drawls; his tongue rolling like a cat, "You know, men are like a deck of cards." He snickers evilly, spinning on his heel, "You need a heart to love'em, diamond to marry them, club to smash their head in, and a spade to bury them!" The twins high five and whoop, the laughter continuing as they prance around.

[CrimsonMoon]

The girl stays still wondering what the point of this interactionw as if noone reacted..

[Light]

One of the boys laugh, and the thick honey substance floating about in the air suddenly envelopes them; and th two disappear with a wet 'plop!' The goo flattens onthe ground, and the lights dazzle and intoxicate the people sitting into a calm silence as they waited...

And sat...

And listened.... Because the air was whizzing, whirling--like blades. The lights dimmed, falling to the floor like leaves. All around, the quiet children in black were suddenly swinging, tossing swords through the air at each other. They caught and exchanged the weapons with ease, the only loud disturbance being when one of the ropes that they were swinging to and from on getting cut. A boy falls and hits the ground hard, but none of the audience reacts.

[CrimsonMoon]

She stifles a gasp, a reaction

[Light]

The boy laid on the floor, and a few drop down to pick him up. They drag him back into the darkness, and the girls tired, sick voice calls across from the darkness, "The show... Must... Go on," she softly sings. The audience mechanically begins to clap, and the resin begins to crawl back towards her and the Elder.