[Hex]

This one is not finished by any means, in fact I just started last night after realizing what I was certain I wanted to do with Victoria's character...it's really rough so don't get too critical but if you see some awful diction please feel free to beat me with a leek.

also the copy paste erased my bold and italicized text...and I am far too lazy to fix it.//

"It's not as if I am trying to fall!" Victoria shouted from the net. It seemed like a long fall but in reality the highwire hung only 15 feet above the the safety net that now entangled her small body. Victoria looked up at the wire, it was new and tight, the hardware was not to blame, this was user error. Victoria just coudln't get it.


The Circus around Victoria was quiet, only herself and Pierre were present and even Jera the large Elephant caged outside was quiet right now. wind gusts outside barreled against the tent now and then but only a faint whisking sound could be heard as they reflected off the tents strong material. The tent was clean, Gruiver made sure of that and every piece of equipment had a proper place. This was a respected traveling show after all. Victoria looked over to Pierre and frowned.
"I am trying, but everytime I get close to the middle my knees buckle up and I lose it!" Victoria was more than frustrated with herself. Her long blonde hair falling out of its bun into her face. She was petite five foot sone, and extremely thin. She ate well but could never really gain much weight. Her eyes were peculiar one a deep ocianic green and the other a light fiery brownish orange that the autumn leaves would envy. She held an air of sorrow, and people couldn't help but wonder why she was so discontent, even when she was smiling. Victoria climbed out of the net and looked over at the ladder.


"I need a break for now." Voctoria snarled. Pierre looked at her, "I think that is a fine idea, you won't get anything finished when you are this frustrated with yourself." Pierre was a good man with a good heart he was shocked when the circus adopted little Victoria, and infuriated when he realized it was just to use her as free labor, she was merely three years old at the time and cute as a button. He could not understad Gruiver's complete lack of compassion. Pierre promptly volounteered as Victoria's caretaker and raised her well, he loved her like his own daughter, and hated to see her this angry.
"Plus you look like hello kiddo! Go take a good shower and make sur your costume is washed for tonight, you don't really want Gruiver to be angry with you again" Pierre chuckled his words rang in Victoria's ears.


Victoria walked back to her trailer, feet dragging against the dry mix of sand and clay, it doesn't really matter what I do, Gruiver will always be angry with me. Unlocking her trailer Victoria climbed inside slowly. Her trailer was nicer than the other performers, but it was also new. Upon Victoria's turning of age Gruiver purchased her a trailer of her own, it was the only time she ever felt anything towards Gruiver other than a meloncholy hatred. She looked around briefly before grabbing her towel and a change of clothes. She had been told that the Tavern down the street had agreed to allow the performers to use their shower in light of the small town's lack of proper public facilities. She shuddered at the thought of all the people in the tavern.
Victoria hated socializing with people. Performing was different for her. She could stand in front of a million people, talk in front of a million people, but talking to someone that is where Victoria drew the line.


The tavern was small and a few men who stunk of whiskey lined the bar. The bar stools were old and wooden and Victoria's face twisted into a grin when a large man in dirty attire fell out of his chair into a pile a peanut shells that lined the floor, he was passed out drunk . The walls were littered with various stickers and posters and for the most part it was quiet aside from the small banter coming from various booths that lined the walls. The windows were dirty and let only a small bit of natural light that made the dust in the air apparent as it glittered floating around the room.


"You looking for the shower steetheart?" Victoria looked over to the bar startled, a tired looking Brunette stood behind it, her hair in a disheveled ponytail on top of her head. "y-yes ma'am!" Victoria said tripping over her words. "Well it's right over there, the hot water don't work too good, but I think you'll be jus' fine jus' be careful not to sli-" "Thank you!" Victoria interupted and scurried through the door. The bathroom was tiny and the small showers knobs were rusted, but in her time with the circus this was one of the nicer showers she had seen.


Victoria shut the door until she heard the small click of the lock before she began to undress and turn on the water. a small amount of steam filled the room as the luke warm water poured down on the worn tiles of the shower floor. Victoria smiled. Showers were one of the few times where she could think to herself without being interupted by the hectic nature of the circus. Gruiver is such an ass, I don't even want to do highwire...I am an arial acrobat expert...highwire is...is pointless! When Suzanne left the circus recently Gruiver demanded that Victoria take her place, in a fit of rage he had thrown furniture and ripped a section of the tent. This only lead to further infuration on his part and threats of kicking Victoria out into the streets. It's not like Gruiver would ever understand, the pig.