“Lets go. Lets go. There are people waiting, we have to go.” The voice was impatient as they continued to get ready, putting their costume on for the long day ahead of them.
“You don’t need to hurry! Stop acting so childish!” The second voice was much harsher and pitched lower than the second voice. They fiddled and fought, their costume finally put on after the difficult hassle.
“Now we go!” Without a chance to argue the figure was forced outside, traveling from the back of the cirque towards the front where all the guests were beginning to roam.
“Roux! Stop!”
“No Cival! We’ve waited long enough!” Roux would not let Cival win. Control was fought, but Roux always won in the end. Her happy smiling face was the complete opposite of the one beside her. Cival’s face was grim and lonely. He had his lips turned down into a frown and his eyes empty of emotion.
“Your mask Cival.” Her voice cut through his own thoughts and it was a sickening sound. It was like nails on a chalkboard, Roux’s voice constantly nagging in his ear.
That was right. They were masked during the day. It was used not only to hide the scars on their faces from punishment, but also from Cival’s permanent frown, which damped the guests mood when they saw it. The circus was meant to be fun after all and frowning was not fun. Their masks were porcelain, finely decorated with red flowers and small bells that tied just to the ends. It left a faint ring in the air as they traveled. The noise was alluring and people were unable to help themselves and found they needed to follow the sound. Large feathers draped over the sides from the top of the mask. “Here they come,” her excited voice once again bothered his ears. No one could see the torment he went through, as it was covered by his mask.
The children gawked, the teens asked questions, and the adults cringed away with fear. Why was it they came to the circus then? It was in human nature to be fixed with things you thought were not real. The circus held many of those things and lured those of all ages, despite their beliefs or morals. The guests all stared at the two-headed figure. The freak was mystery as the crowd wondered the appearances of the faces behind the mask. Even to see Cival and Roux eyes were impossible. The holes in the mask were covered with a black mesh and it only added to their wonder.
Cival and Roux had their hands clasped together and their masks covering their entire face. The two walked through the crowd, Roux freeing her hand constantly and waving eagerly to those they passed. The children adored Roux. while they pitied Cival. No one cared enough to help. It was in every one's mind to pretend the children with their deformities loved to be in the circus, because parents assumed that was where it felt like home. This circus was no home to its performers. The fake smiles on their faces were real to the guests and it was a life style the performers chose, not one that was force upon them.
“Are there really two of you together?” An older teen’s voice reached the freaks ears. Roux was first to turn, quickly followed by Cival.
“How dare you think there weren’t!” Roux shrill voice responded, offended by such a statement. The hand she had control over was placed over where their heart would have been.
“Well I was only asking, since there is only one voice I here.” His tone was just as sharp, almost playful as he spoke with her. Roux was certainly caught by surprise, but pleased all the same with his tone.
“Well!” Roux turned her head to look at Civa, using her hand to quickly hit his arm, forcing his attention on her as he tried to gaze at the crowd. “Cival! Speak! Prove to him there are two of us!”
That nagging voice. Cival was hardly paying attention to what she was saying, buy she caught her order for him to speak. Cival narrowed hi eyes behind the mask, his expression hardening as he looked at her. Only Roux could tell of his expression while the teen in front of him waited patiently. “Don’t treat me like a dog,” he responded tiredly. His comment was ignored for the most part as she now focused her attention on the teen.
“There you have it!” There was such confidence in her voice that the male’s response caught her completely off guard.
“How do I know you weren’t just talking? It took quite a bit of time for a response.” The performers mask prevented him from seeing their lips move, it was a natural response, but never thought of before by Roux. There was a still moment as the three stared at one another, all for different reasons. Roux finally pulled the mask off her face. There was a small pause of realization and Roux looked to Cival for help. Taking off their masks were not allowed, but to prevent her from getting in trouble, Cival took off his own mask. It was now clear te two were seperate beings and those passing by stopped in their tracks to stare at the pair. They were only allowed a moment to glance before Cival and Roux returned the masks to their faces.
“You’re odd, but amusing.” The teen replied back, but his hands were now in his pockets. “I’ll visit you again.” With that, he was gone, leaving the two to their bickering of why it was not safe to talk seriously with the guests.
“You don’t need to hurry! Stop acting so childish!” The second voice was much harsher and pitched lower than the second voice. They fiddled and fought, their costume finally put on after the difficult hassle.
“Now we go!” Without a chance to argue the figure was forced outside, traveling from the back of the cirque towards the front where all the guests were beginning to roam.
“Roux! Stop!”
“No Cival! We’ve waited long enough!” Roux would not let Cival win. Control was fought, but Roux always won in the end. Her happy smiling face was the complete opposite of the one beside her. Cival’s face was grim and lonely. He had his lips turned down into a frown and his eyes empty of emotion.
“Your mask Cival.” Her voice cut through his own thoughts and it was a sickening sound. It was like nails on a chalkboard, Roux’s voice constantly nagging in his ear.
That was right. They were masked during the day. It was used not only to hide the scars on their faces from punishment, but also from Cival’s permanent frown, which damped the guests mood when they saw it. The circus was meant to be fun after all and frowning was not fun. Their masks were porcelain, finely decorated with red flowers and small bells that tied just to the ends. It left a faint ring in the air as they traveled. The noise was alluring and people were unable to help themselves and found they needed to follow the sound. Large feathers draped over the sides from the top of the mask. “Here they come,” her excited voice once again bothered his ears. No one could see the torment he went through, as it was covered by his mask.
The children gawked, the teens asked questions, and the adults cringed away with fear. Why was it they came to the circus then? It was in human nature to be fixed with things you thought were not real. The circus held many of those things and lured those of all ages, despite their beliefs or morals. The guests all stared at the two-headed figure. The freak was mystery as the crowd wondered the appearances of the faces behind the mask. Even to see Cival and Roux eyes were impossible. The holes in the mask were covered with a black mesh and it only added to their wonder.
Cival and Roux had their hands clasped together and their masks covering their entire face. The two walked through the crowd, Roux freeing her hand constantly and waving eagerly to those they passed. The children adored Roux. while they pitied Cival. No one cared enough to help. It was in every one's mind to pretend the children with their deformities loved to be in the circus, because parents assumed that was where it felt like home. This circus was no home to its performers. The fake smiles on their faces were real to the guests and it was a life style the performers chose, not one that was force upon them.
“Are there really two of you together?” An older teen’s voice reached the freaks ears. Roux was first to turn, quickly followed by Cival.
“How dare you think there weren’t!” Roux shrill voice responded, offended by such a statement. The hand she had control over was placed over where their heart would have been.
“Well I was only asking, since there is only one voice I here.” His tone was just as sharp, almost playful as he spoke with her. Roux was certainly caught by surprise, but pleased all the same with his tone.
“Well!” Roux turned her head to look at Civa, using her hand to quickly hit his arm, forcing his attention on her as he tried to gaze at the crowd. “Cival! Speak! Prove to him there are two of us!”
That nagging voice. Cival was hardly paying attention to what she was saying, buy she caught her order for him to speak. Cival narrowed hi eyes behind the mask, his expression hardening as he looked at her. Only Roux could tell of his expression while the teen in front of him waited patiently. “Don’t treat me like a dog,” he responded tiredly. His comment was ignored for the most part as she now focused her attention on the teen.
“There you have it!” There was such confidence in her voice that the male’s response caught her completely off guard.
“How do I know you weren’t just talking? It took quite a bit of time for a response.” The performers mask prevented him from seeing their lips move, it was a natural response, but never thought of before by Roux. There was a still moment as the three stared at one another, all for different reasons. Roux finally pulled the mask off her face. There was a small pause of realization and Roux looked to Cival for help. Taking off their masks were not allowed, but to prevent her from getting in trouble, Cival took off his own mask. It was now clear te two were seperate beings and those passing by stopped in their tracks to stare at the pair. They were only allowed a moment to glance before Cival and Roux returned the masks to their faces.
“You’re odd, but amusing.” The teen replied back, but his hands were now in his pockets. “I’ll visit you again.” With that, he was gone, leaving the two to their bickering of why it was not safe to talk seriously with the guests.
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