Whomothriddenthreepointwyrm and an appearance by albinoman Where A free Circus Workshop outside of an elementary school What Atlas meets one-third of Zirnitra Warning Language and TBD Status In Progress
Atlas Atlas was a member of the Boston Circus Guild and this troop often has workshops around town to show off all the different opportunities that are available in a circus career. They did a lot of these in schools for young children and Atlas loved small children. They were the only ones that never feared him and even played with him during a different phase of his metamorphosis cycle before he ever had full human form to blend into society with. The way adults treated him, feared him, when all he wanted to do was play ingrained a brand on his heart against humans in general, but adults especially, (and demons for that matter) for what he'd been put through. But, just because he loved children didn't mean he was always appropriate around them. He was doing well this day, doing everything the BCG asked of him and he was even a popular member of the troop. But, sometimes Atlas could get out of hand, especially when encouraged. That's what was happening today. He saw his buddy and partner in crime Adam walking down the block. "Adam! Adam! Over here! Hey Adam!"
Adam Adam was walking because he wasn't allowed to drive because of the pain killers he was on. He wasn't a member of the Circus Guild either. Adam heard his name called and waved back. Then he walked up to him. "Playing with the kiddos again?" He asked. Adam was just happy to see Atlas happy. He knew Evron had put him in a sad mood and he'd been in a down mood for awhile.
Atlas "Yeah, I am." He pointed over to a little blonde girl that had face painting on in the same pattern as his own bioluminescent skin pattern. "We had one of those shows in the tent earlier. So, everyone could see me in the dark. She wanted to look glo-in-the-dark like me." Atlas had a warm glow about his face and smiled at Adam, "She reminds me of someone." The inflection in his voice full of affection would tip Adam of to exactly who that someone was. "I'm starting to get bored though. I already did my demonstration and passed out all the hula hoop give-a-ways and I still have a whole hour left before I can get outta here. "You want to go somewhere after?"
Adam Adam knew who he meant by the look on his face plus his voice. He knew he meant the little girl in West Virginia. Adam just smiled. He didn't want to mess up anything by saying it out loud. "I'm not sitting around here just to watch you be bored, Atlas. I brought my yo-yo. Maybe that will liven the hour up?" Adam had become very good with yo-yo tricks and he knew it would rub Atlas the wrong way. He knew Atlas hated he was better at it than him.
Atlas "Oh no no no. No you don't You'll bore these poor suffering children to tears." He scoffed. Then Atlas got that look that was unmistakable for when he was up to no good. "Let's show them a side of the circus the Guild doesn't teach them. Let's show them what Freak Show is all about"
Adam Normally Adam was the one that would have to keep Atlas reigned in from not going overboad about things. But, when it came to his own act Adam was too tempted. He liked showing this off. "Ok" Was all the quiet chimera with the band over his nose said.
Atlas Atlas didn't wait for Adam's ok. He was already looking through his trunk of supplies. He didn't have all of Adam's stuff with him but he did have some knives and standards that were always in there. They would have to do. He also saw the best spot for knife throwing. There in the big play yard was a barn where the school maintenance workers kept their lawn mowers and other landscaping tools for school upkeep. It was a wooden slat barn. Atlas grabbed his radio and ran over after giving Adam his own tools then started to bark like a Cirque Ring Master, "Come one. Come all. Come if you dare. Watch and stare! The aerial artistry of the worlds' most talented knife thrower, speed king extraordinaire, record holder, Artist Impale!!!! And his death defying, crazy ass mother fucker, the Wiggle Worm Target Boyyyyyyy! Ahhhhhhhh!" Then he just all out screamed into the his megaphone and hit it up volume way too right even for an outdoor event. Yeah that was it. The Guild was going to kill him this time. That was not the right language for an elementary school workshop. The music didn't help. But, Atlas hadn't thought that far. It was their standard music for their show in the Freak Cirque Cabaret and he just did it out of habit. Oh Atlas. You're not in a night club right now. He started to grab up his hula hoops and had one going around his waist and one on each arm and was taunting Adam right off sticking his tongue out at him just daring him to throw.
Adam Adam didn't care. Adam lived with a demon president. His life was screwed anyway. He heard his stage music and feeling of the cold steel in his hands. That was all he needed, but when he saw Atlas daring him he yelled, "Wiggle out of this one Worm!" Then whoosh went his first knife and stuck right through a spinning hoop and pinned into the barn wall. The second pinned the other one ringing his other arm. Then a devious smirk grew and the another knife went right through the one going around his waist, to his left, pinning him against the wall. Adam started to pace back and forth staring at Atlas licking the tip of his next knife.
Atlas God Atlas loved this. The adrenaline was crazy intense already. He was breaking Guild rules. He was on school property with ADULT/HUMAN teachers around with the most appalled faces. If that wasn't enough to drive the boy on, I don't know what was. He really hated humans, adult humans. He also had ready to impale him at the slightest slip of aim blades headed right at him. The first one shot the hoop right off his arm and into the barn. The second went just the same. But, the third snapped him against flat wall of the barn, the hoop around his middle like a seat belt holding him in. The knife was still vibrating from impact as he looked to his left to see it. Atlas started to pretend to be so scared he could have wet his pants. It was all part of one of their regular sets. The fear on his face was insanity cringing for his life. All at the same time he had one hand reaching for a pocket.
Adam Then Adam started to speed throw like a champ. He had ten flat blades on his stack and each one whizzed by one right after the other. Speed was his specialty. Each one would stick close outlining Atlas's body, not one hitting him. He saved one. Adam would shoot his hands in the air, his pinky, index, and thumbs pointed high while wagging his tongue back at Atlas.
Atlas Atlas was still in his fear frozen position when the knives came in one by one slamming hard and cracking through the barn walls, pieces of chipped wood flying off with each one. By the time all the knives hit and he realized non of them hit him, he gave his own smirk, all fear gone. That's when the skinny, tattooed, wiggle worm, bent his knees, and wriggled his scrawny ass right out of that hoop that pinned him, pulled a toostie pop from his pocket and screeched out right with the music as he tore off the wrapper. "Stick that in your juice box and suck it!" He licked the sucker far too seductively for a school function and added, "You missed!" and then popped it in his mouth, turned and wagged his ass in Adam's direction.
Adam Adam saw the target and the last knife flew. The target was Atlas's butt. Adam never missed the target.
Atlas Target hit. He howled out, blood filling is ripped up barely pants in the first place jeans. His attire looking like something Hot Top binged and purged. That was it. The Wiggle Worm pulled the knife from his ass and held the bloody, drippy thing up for all to see, then turned to yank all the knives from the wall ready to run them back to Adam and let the show continue. But, suddenly the music died. It was cut mid-song when their had barely gotten started, throwing off his whole groove, and he looked around to see what was going on. Stupid human teacher pulled the plug. But, it wasn't just the teachers and school faculty that had come running. The BCG was coming to stop him too. This wasn't the reputation the Boston Circus Guild wanted to uphold at all.
Well shit.
Atlas knew what was coming next. He started to flail his arms motioning for Adam to just run and get the heck out of there before he got into trouble too.
Adam Adam didn't waste time when he saw authority coming down on them. He gave Atlas a salute and ran away from the entire scene feeling dizzy from the mixture of meds and being all pumped up and no time to cool down.
Atlas Atlas held up his hands, one still full of bloody knife. "SORRY SORRY!" His eyes pleaded towards the BCG. He did actually love being a member and knew he just went and stepped way over their line. But, he just couldn't seem to help glaring at the humans that were running their mouth at his face then. The main Circus manager in charge told Atlas to just go back to the tent and clean up and they would deal this. He basically just wanted to extract Atlas from the situation before he went and made things even worse with his mouth. He knew Atlas well enough to not chance it. Atlas gave him a yes sir and mopped his way back to the side of the tent carrying his hula hoops with him. He stood off in corner of the yard, near that tent, with a bloody rear that healed a little quickly, but with all the commotion, no one seemed to care, or ask if Atlas was all right. It was a good thing. He could get away with the fast healing in the night clubs as part of the act. Many thought it was just a magic trick when he got hit. He never really seemed hurt afterwards. But, right there in the light of day, it was probably too easy a thing to catch on. Atlas had a way of making the best out of situations though and stood there in his corner by the tent playing with more hula hoops.