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The Midnight Circus
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 22.August.11, 5:41 PM | Message # 26
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I wandered trough the tree's, attracted towards the bizarre circus noises.
Walk without rhythm
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 5:45 PM | Message # 27
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(GAH! I won't be on till night >.> and also I'm getting off early cuz SCHOOL IS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...*groans* sophmore year)
It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 22.August.11, 7:32 PM | Message # 28
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(No school for 2 more weeks.)

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(Is it just me, or does ILD get off at the WORST times?)

Walk without rhythm
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 9:56 PM | Message # 29
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(thanks >.>)
It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 22.August.11, 10:05 PM | Message # 30
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(Sorry.
It's...Kinda true...Sorry.)
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Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 22.August.11, 10:17 PM | Message # 31
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(anyways...)

Amy

I sighed as I stepped out of my hiding place with a curious look.
It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 22.August.11, 10:18 PM | Message # 32
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I look from behind a tree.
A circus. It's a circus tent.
A circus. In a forest.
CIRCUS WHAT? WHAT? CIRCUS WHAT? WHAT CIRCUS WHAT?!
It made no sense!
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NarutardDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:01 PM | Message # 33
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Reagan
I looked quietly at the forest and smiled. "Come one! Come all, welcome, my friends, to the Midnight Circus!" I said, opening my arms wide as I smiled. I laughed lightly.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:04 PM | Message # 34
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The midnight circus...
The name makes sense, but in the middle of the forest?
I had my doubts, but i came out from behind the tree, walking up to the tent.
Walk without rhythm
 
NarutardDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:11 PM | Message # 35
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Reagan
I smiled questionably as he walked past, an evil glint in my eyes. "Welcome..."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:13 PM | Message # 36
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I stopped, looked back at her, wondering what to make of her.
She looked...Unhuman. Yet very attractive.
"It's a pleasure." He said, and walked in smiling.
Walk without rhythm
 
NarutardDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:21 PM | Message # 37
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I let the rest of the few victims pile in and walked after them. "Please, please, get food, get candy, get drinks. Enjoy yourselves...because you never know," I walked away, laughing.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 5:26 PM | Message # 38
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( I have never actually been to a circus...So i'm not sure what exactly happens. what follows may be a little vague...)
I passed the Popcorn stand and the refreshment booth on the way to my seat.
This felt somewhat...Eerie...Like something never meant to happen.
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Ilovedogs2Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:14 PM | Message # 39
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Emily

I followed the guy in front of him, shivering. Doesn't feels right.
It's time.
 
NarutardDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:16 PM | Message # 40
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Reagan
The lights dimmed as people took their seats and the spotlight found me. I walked out slowly, as music began to play.
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DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:17 PM | Message # 41
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Ah. Here we go.
Excitement and mild fear fluttered in my chest.
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Ilovedogs2Date: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:30 PM | Message # 42
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Emily

I sat down nervously.
It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Tu, 23.August.11, 9:55 PM | Message # 43
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I sat down, smiling.
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ToxicDate: We, 24.August.11, 6:10 AM | Message # 44
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I stared at the tent, and turn off my iPod. (Not sure of the time period.) I had been out biking, and I came across this...tent. I observed from afar before entering.
I am only one, but I am one.
 
NarutardDate: We, 24.August.11, 7:17 AM | Message # 45
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My eyes moved to the late comer. "Come, come, sit down, sit down. We won't....bite,"
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DepressedDuckDate: We, 24.August.11, 9:41 AM | Message # 46
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I still watched that woman/ringmaster carefully.
If she wasn't hiding something...I'll be damned.
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Ilovedogs2Date: We, 24.August.11, 7:06 PM | Message # 47
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Amy

I was listening carefully. Why did she pause between the words?
It's time.
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Sa, 27.August.11, 9:45 PM | Message # 48
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(ow..)
It's time.
 
RazDate: We, 18.January.12, 9:52 PM | Message # 49
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NarutardDate: We, 18.January.12, 10:48 PM | Message # 50
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(Sure)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
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