"I will be surprised if they want to answer you, fire-breather." He stood up, flashing his jagged teeth as he spoke. "Do you have an act tonight or not?" Oleg glared daggers at Donny, not even sure why he hated him so much, only that he did. Badly.
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Don shrugged, his eyes now closed. “Eh, maybe. I’ll see how the night goes and if I can fit in an act anywhere. I see we have some newcomers? They’ll do nicely.”
Donovan blinked an eye open, glancing at the wolf-man. Before they could hold contact, he closed his eye again and started walking forward.
“Act or not, I better practice some pyro. Catch ya later, ringleader,” he called mockingly over his shoulder.
"Yes, there are new people. They will be good." He huffed. "Practice, you fucking pyro…. Don't call me the ringleader!" He snapped, eyes sharp and narrowed. "Do not call me a damned ringleader, I do not need this from you." His tail swayed slightly, although it slowly stood rigid, almost like a hunting dog's. "Are you trying to annoy?" Oleg's head lowered and tilted as he talked, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. Oleg started after Donny.
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“Not trying to annoy, just getting by,” Donny said, slightly chuckling to himself as he walked on. He started to hum a tune, taking a lighter from his khakis pocket and twirling it in his fingers. He caught sight of a small pool of water near his trailer and kicked off his shoes, hopping in happily. He took off his sweater, revealing nothing underneath but his bare tattooed skin. He flung it to the side of the pool, flicking open his lighter and beginning to play with his flame. The water coiled around his ankles, reminding him to be careful. Good thing he had his pool here. Otherwise… well, he didn’t want to think about burning everything down.
"Just getting by… Ha. Care to explain?" Oleg's body language was comparable to that of a stray dog's, ravenous and feral. He shot a glance at Donny's cast aside sweater by the pool.
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“Oh, squire, don’t get your tail in a knot,” Don muttered half-heartedly as he watched the fire dance across his hands. The flames licked at the air, crawling up his arms and flitting around. He coughed as the heated air tickled his lungs.
He took a few steps back, eyeing the flame incredibly warily. Donny's act had always made him nervous. Oleg could never quite put his finger on why, although it was most likely from the extreme heat. “Try not to suffocate from smoke, won't you? We need all ticket sales that we can get, it would be shameful if one of our people died during practice or something like that. ” His tone was harsh and biting.
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Donny’s gaze didn’t waver from the flames. “Awww, you care about me? How sweet. Love you too, chap.”
He twisted around, passing fire from one hand to the other.
"Oh, you irritate me. I just don't want to starve." He crossed his arms, rolling his eyes as well. "No wonder you love me, though. I've been told I'm very charming."
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“Extremely charming,” Don said with a flick of his hand. The flame on his fingertip went out, followed by the rest of them. Soon, his skin was smoking, but no sign of fire was left. He picked up a bottle of fuel and torch, then carefully lit it. It erupted into flames, singeing the tips of his hair. He smiled, sparks drifting around.
“Anyway… what’s your act tonight? Same as last time? I can cook the meat for you, if you wish… You know—duel act.”
"At least that's what I heard." He let out a quiet, relieved sigh as he watched the first flame go out, but he jolted back when he saw the second. "Yesterday was my sharpshooting, today- great Russian werewolf." Oleg's voice was still gruff, although he seemed much less angry. "I can't cook it. Must be raw. Otherwise the act does not work."
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“Oh, puppy,” Donny said with a yip. “Good boy, eh?”
He ignored the timid remark from the man and poured more fuel, watching the flame grow larger. As it was at its peak, Don inhaled deeply. He let the breath go from his lungs, watching the fire coil up with great force in response. It flew forward, sending a wave of heat outward before vanishing.
"Don't call me a puppy." Oleg growled, fidgeting with his septum piercing. "I'm not your 'good boy' either- Shit!" He leapt back, the fire's heat startling him greatly. "You are crazy, dragon!"
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Don chuckled, his laugh almost silent and on the verge of a giggle. “I take that as a compliment. Anyway, what time is the show?” He brushed off his fiery torch like it was nothing, dropping it beside his pool. He kept the fuel with him and dripped it over his arms, lighting it and watching the flames appear instantly, wavering with each choreographed step Donny took.
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"Okay, guys! Break it up." Seth said, getting tired of their insults and retorts. He pushed his wheelchair forward in an attempt to physically remove distance between them before a fight got started. "How about we focus on something other than the acts for today."
Oleg dropped to a crouch, still a safe distance away from Donny's fire. "Six in the morning. Until nine o'clock. In two days we move to another city." His tail thrashed wildly, almost like it was in sync with his heartbeat. "Does that fire not burn your skin?" He tilted his head, clearly curious, but definitely still wary. "Isn't it hot?"
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“Eh… A little, but not much,” Donny replied. “Just kinda like when you drink whiskey. Burns for a bit, but feels good, y’know?”
The fire continued to crawl up his arms, lacing his back.
Don’s gaze shifted over to the man in the wheelchair. “Mornin’ Seth. How’s it going?”
"Ah. Whiskey. I understand." He stood up, grinning. "A clever man, Seth, trying to separate us."
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Don scoffed. “Leave it to alcohol to get your attention.”
He took a deep sigh, sitting down in his pool. The displaced water spilled over the edge and the fire fizzled out as it made contact with the liquid. Don shrugged off the rest of the flames, now fully engulfed in the water.
“And oi, Ollie. You just don’t wanna be this close to fire.”
He lifted just his head up, grinning mockingly at the wolf-man.
"Are you trying to call me an alcoholic?" He had to stop and think for a moment, forgetting the words he wanted to say. "You are… an ass." Oleg looked proud of himself for a moment when he finally remembered the words.
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“You are… correct,” Don said, mimicking Oleg’s pause. “But you love me all the same.”
He hopped up from the pool, sitting on the edge of it and grabbing his sweater. Instead of putting it on, he used it as a towel to dry off, leaving it resting around his neck. He then pushed himself to his feet, sauntering back to his trailer. He dissapeared inside for a few moments, then re-appeared cloaked in his everyday apparel. A new pair of khakis, a red collared shirt, and two golden rings around his right arm. He walked back out, continuing the conversation.
“But Seth is right, y’know. Might as well talk about something other than the acts.”
"It.. is.. a love-hate relationship." He took off his jacket, glancing up at the sky. "Do you think it will rain? It's been a long time, but I hope so. I miss the rain. Or snow. Mostly snow, in fact, we don't get much anymore." Oleg looked over at Donny. "You are from England, yes?"
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“Bright man, you are,” Don replied. “Sure am. Over there it seems I can’t get a break from the cold and rain. I’ve always preferred heat, as you can tell.” He spread his arms, gesturing to himself. “But I work with what I get.”
Oleg looked very proud of himself, almost like a dog who was just praised for doing a trick. "So you're familiar with rain? I myself am from Siberia, so I know snow well." He held up his jacket. "Unnecessary. I just wear it for comfort."
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“Well, I’ve certainly never dealt with that much snow. It gets much too cold for my liking.”
Don glared up at the cloudy sky as a single drop of rain fell on his nose. He sighed, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He skipped down his trailer’s steps, just softly noting the rest of the members around.
“So, Wolfie, have you met with the newcomers yet? See any striking potential to rack up the sales?”
"I find a lot of snow calming." He winced as the raindrops began to trickle onto his head. "Don't ever call me Wolfie again. When you look at the new meat? Yes. Cyborg here will be promising." He nodded matter-of-factly as he spoke. "The money should come like.. an open faucet. Will be pouring in, right? Like a waterfall." He paused for a second, thinking over what he said. "Yes."
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“Well said,” Don mumbled with a smile. “Can’t lie, I am excited for tonight’s show. With all the new people and wonderful acts we have lined up. One more day and we move on, too, eh? Enjoy it while it’s here.”
(I have to go rn because it’s pretty late where I am. I’ll be on tomorrow, though :)
(Sorry guys I’ve been real busy but I’ll try to Jump back in tomorrow)
"Better to be excited than not. There will be a lot of work for tonight, unless the rain kills the crowd." He glanced around at the circus grounds, grass trampled and wet. "I can't wait to leave. This place is full of rude customers, very ungrateful for what we go through for them. Would you believe I got food poisoning for this shitty crowd? Only once, but still." He growled out his last few words, shaking his head. "Has anyone heard the news of where we're going next? I don't know yet."
( Alright! :o) )
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Mre remained quiet, but let a knife fly into a tree, impaling itself in it. The knife had whizzed right between Oleg and Donny. "Too shaky. Need new grip gloves." He muttered to himself, leaving the knife there for now. He would do a sweep once he finished throwing.