Down Time *Open*

[rayne2]

Alafair had a tendency to come here when things got too loud around the campsite, or when she just wanted to be alone. There weren't shows too often, so in a sense it was like a place of refuge. She wasn't getting battered by her own rain or anything like that. It was a nice feeling, one she didn't get to experience too often anymore. Things were picking up, more creatures, more vampires and vampaneze. Then there were people like her and Desmond. She had to admit though, if the two were to ever become allies, nothing would be able to stop them.

She tugged at a loose strand of her blonde hair and stared at the empty stage. "If I had the guts, I'd get up there and perform too." She mumbled to herself, imagining herself in a flashy outfit, taking on a stage name, something like Lady of the Storms, or something crazy like that. She shook her head, Alafair knew that wasn't her cup of tea. She would always be the one in the audience, watching every show, for the rest of eternity. It was a hard thing to imagine, watching new people come and go, some being born and others dying. Being like her was a painful existence sometimes, but she managed.

Alafair closed her eyes, taking in the quiet, serene area.

[nightredux]

"Then why don't you Miss?" Cly Reaver stepped out from behind the curtain. He had been hunting around for food, Ramus' acts seemed to somehow leave food behind. "Looks like I'll have to wait for that a bit." "I knew you looked familiar when I saw you in that bar. You always have wanted to come up here, I can see it in your eyes whenever you watch the shows." He grinned and bowed. "I don't believe we've been introduced. My name's Cly Reaver." He flipped his hat back on and gave a bright smile. "And you are?"

[rayne2]

Alafair squeezed her eyes tight together. She wasn't expecting to be intruded upon. After all, she thought she was alone. She examined the man head to toe, recognizing him as the man who got into a fight with the bartender. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'd never perform." She replied, after all, she could leave at any moment and never return to the cirque, she couldn't get attached.

Alafair rolled her eyes as he introduced himself. "And I'm someone you would not like to mess with." She added, hearing the pitter patter of rain above. She shrunk back against the building and crossed her arms. "Why must it always rain on my parade?" Alafair muttered, brushing back a loose strand of hair.

[nightredux]

"Why wouldn't you perform? Do you have stage fright or something? I can help you with it if you want." Reaver heard the rain and sighed. "I always thought rain was pretty cool, you could run in it, play in it, just have a blast in it. Though it's not so much fun for you is it, Miss? Seeing how it stalks you almost." He laid down on the stage. "When I was a kid I loved watching plays and stuff, but when I was blooded, everything happened to fast, and I forgot what it was like." He smiled to himself. "Guess this is the best thing we can find huh?

[rayne2]

Alafair smirked, of all the things she needed to worry about, stage fright wasn't one of them. Although it wouldn't hurt to let him think that was the reason she refused to join the Cirque. The real reason was that Desmond had a tendency to drop by unexpected, and if she was tied down there wouldn't be a route of escape.

"My poor boy, I don't believe you understand. I can go wherever I want to see whatever I want, I simply like staying here." She replied with a slight smile. It was true, she liked the people, the friendly environment, the familiar stage. It all made sense for her to stick around.

[nightredux]

Reaver frowned "Miss, you didn't answer my question..." "Ok. So I do know that you have weather powers. What can you do with them?" He asked as he walked up to her, hands up as to show her he had no other intentions then to talk to her.

[rayne2]

She looked at him with a slight frown. "I'm Alafair. And I could kill you if I wanted." Alafair didn't actually think she would want to kill him, but it was always something intimidating to say. She didn't actually think she needed to say it, but it wouldn't hurt.

"What do you do in the Cirque?" She asked, wondering. Alafair couldn't recall actually seeing him on the stage, but sometimes she missed things when she would go backstage to help with the costume changes and things of the like.

[nightredux]

"I work backstage with the costumes and stuff like that. I actually perform when Larten isn't here, which is not very often." He plopped himself in one of the chairs and put his feet up. "So whats your favorite act, Alafair?"

(Very suckish I know...Sorry)

[rayne2]

She nodded and watched the way his mouth moved. Alafair liked to watch how someone's mouth moved when they spoke. It was a habit she always had, or at least as far as she could remember. She crossed her arms and shrugged. "I don't have a favorite. Although Octa is a spectacle. Why don't you have an act of your own?" She replied, yet ended it with another question. She always had an air of curiosity around her.

She tugged at her hair once more, waiting for the reply.

[nightredux]

Reaver shrugged. "I still have a biittttt of stage fright, hehe." He rubbed his back along the back of the seat, his bones creaking. He sighed happily and looked back at Alafair and grinned. "Almost 200 years old and I already have back problems. That can't be a good sign." He thought for a moment on what to say. "If I may ask...how old are you?"

[rayne2]

Alafair nodded, she could understand that. She laughed slightly at his comment about his back problems. 200 years seemed like such a short period of time to her. Like a week or something similar. 200 years seemed like just enough time to finally start to figure yourself out. She, however, never could figure that out about herself. Changing constantly, just like the weather.

Alafair bit her lip. How was she supposed to tell him she had no idea about her age? "Well, about 6 months ago, there was an, er, an accident, let's say. I can't remember much after it. All I can tell you is that the island where I was born, well it doesn't exist on any map, ancient or recent." She replied with most honestly. It actually wasn't an accident, that awful scar across her abdomen.

[nightredux]

"An accident? Now you've intrigued me." Cly grinned. "If it's not too much of a private matter...I'd love to hear more." He got up and walked to her, a different light in his eyes now.

[rayne2]

She laced an arm over her abdomen, as if he could peer through the fabric and look at the ugly purple scar. She hated the thing, she had went to multiple "special" people and none could rid her of it.

She drew back in her chair and narrowed her eyes. "There's nothing to tell, I can't remember anything but waking up after the fact." She hissed, tightening her arm over the area.

[nightredux]

"Hmm.." Reaver looked at her. "Well, it is very personal to you, so I'll leave it alone." He sat down again. "Soooo, why do you stay here? Is it because you just like the acts,or is it because you just might like someone?"

(Its suckish cause I don't have a muse at all today)

[rayne2]

Alafair crossed her arms. "You ask too many questions." She stated quite crossly. She didn't know all the answers, especially not to these questions. Alafair didn't know why she stayed, and she didn't like anyone in the Cirque, they were all much younger than she was, how could she? But then there were people like Reaver, who could never let a subject go until he got all the answers he wanted. The rain picked up outside, and a slow rumble of thunder began overhead. If he wasn't stupid, he should know that she was becoming a bit ticked at all the questions.