merilla (merilla) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2012-01-18 14:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | arkady von wulf, merilla |
WHO: Arkady and Illa and anyone else who might want to join? At least for now?
WHAT: Illa is wandering through the carnival after his performance on the silks with no real sense of direction.
WHERE: The midway - probably the main tent.
WHEN: January 19th, well after midnight.
RATING: Illa has a dirty mouth so there will be language. I have no idea what else might happen.
STATUS: In progress.
Except Illa. He always found them a bit creepy though he didn't have an actual phobia because that would be very silly. He wasn't aware of any sort of uber-evil superclown creature that might actually pose a real threat to him. But he still doesn't have to enjoy them.
He was finished for the night. He didn't work in the Haunted House and he's the opening act in the burlesque tent... which explained the costume that consisted of hot pants and a garter. It probably wouldn't go over all that well if the entire crowd was aware he was a male. So he took care of that like any skilled performer would. Androgyny in boys was expected of his kind. His mother was a water spirit, a Nixie. And some might even call her a Siren. Nixies, much like Sirens, often lured men to their deaths so beauty, exceptional beauty in some cases, was natural.
His hair was nearly to his waist at this point in his life and he was small, no more than five feet tall. Years of dance had given him exquisite thighs and hips; a body more curvy and defined than some women. He does his own make-up. He simply can't sit still long enough for anyone else to do it and he's good at it anyway. Tonight his eyes were heavily lined in black, luxuriously long lashes were attached and he had several swirls painted across his cheek, his lips soft, plump and an almost virginal shade of pink. And, as usual, he was covered with body glitter.
His costume tonight was one of his favorites. It was tiny black shorts with corset lacing up the back of each... leg? Butt cheek? Either way. He laced them to allow a bit of skin to show through. He was a pro at tucking and taping. Not that he had much to deal with considering his size. It actually made that part of all this easier. He was also wearing a tight black corset with a long sleeved white button-up under it. The shirt was fitted, the tails couldn't be seen under the corset because it wasn't a full shirt. The top and sleeves were simply sewn in to avoid making it too bulky. He had to be able to move. The collar was folded back and the front unbuttoned. Skillful shading with a makeup brush and a little help from the corset created the barest illusion of cleavage.
His hair, even though he had a massive amount of his own, was pinned up with various hair pieces woven in to make it look as wild as possible, but somehow it still managed to be the tiniest bit refined. There were streaks of pink and a few feathers visible as he pulled some of the hair pins out and let it cascade down his back while keeping the front and sides up and out of his face. He always performed with his bare feet and that's the way he prefers to be - it has to be the Nymph in him that yearns for the smallest touches of something natural. And around the top of his left thigh, a simple garter, a plain strap with a small bow on the side, all black.
Nothing really stood out to him until he got to the main tent. Even at this hour the lot was filled and he did his duty by posing for photos with the guests, stopping to help paint a little girl's face "just like" his own. There were so many people he didn't know, hadn't met yet so the bigtop made the most sense. He pulled the door back and stepped inside, calling out to see if anyone was around. His voice was light, almost impish, and he had a very distinct Irish accent.
"Hello?" he called out as he stepped inside, the flap closing behind him. "Is anyone there?" He walked into the tent, but slowly - just out of respect for anyone who might already be inside expecting not to be disturbed.
[Ok, I know this is long and I don't expect anyone to write this much back to Illa, haha. Since this is his very first scene it was my chance to kinda flesh him out so I can redo his bio on his page. So yeah. Don't hate me because it's so long! Cheers!]