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Post by gavinsinclaire on Jul 3, 2019 21:08:04 GMT
 Gavin had been here before. And he would be here again. Basking in the admiration of simple minded lesser beings. They envied him for what he could do. And they cheered for his bloodlust. They wanted to cheer the monster to justify what they all thought. That mutants were savage monsters with no clear conscience. They wanted to believe that the big scary boogymen were just as dangerous as they thought they were. That way the would have rightous cause to continue their campaigns of intolerance.
Gavin wasn't one to disappoint. They wanted to see a monster. They were going to see plenty. Gavin looked over to a mutant by the sidelines and nodded. With telekentic energy the mutant pulled the stakes from the ground keeping the tent in place. The tent ripped violently from the ground and flew away. This battlefield had to be much bigger for what Gavin had in store. It left the bleachers out in the clearing with no tent to cover them. The cloudy dark sky looked like rain, but no rain fell. It was an omen of things to come. A sign of the devil's footprints on solid earth.
"Ladies and gentleman.... We are now.....On the battlefield!" More cheers errupted from the momentary confused silence. Shocked expression of seeing the tent ripped away in such a fashion were now replace with exuberant enthusiasm. The whole world just wants to destroy something beautiful. It's human nature. That's why humankind was fading out. Gavin raised his arms to the sky and dozes of multi colored butterflies released into the sky. They flapped and fluttered their wings against the soft wind and moved about the crowd.
Green drips of venon dangling from their mouths. You wouldn't notice the razor sharp teeth until they were close enough for it to be too late, but the crowd seemed to enjoy them. They were eyecatchingly beautiful and majestic as they floated through the crowd. Some reached out to touch them in disbelief. Others laughed and took pictures. Gavin was smiling. His head was tilted slightly down in menace as he stared across the way at Blake. He was most anxious to see his abilities at play. He knew he was a power stealing mutant. A rare find in deed.
Gavin was already wonderfully working Blake into his plans for conquest, but those backburnered thoughts were not presidence right now. Slowly the ink bled through the skin. "Ladies and gentlemen......" The announcer with the microphone said. Hard, thick lines moving along the surface of his skin. "Are you ready for the fight of the night??!?" Swimming through his skin, but not on it, somehow in his skin was the ink swelling down his back in great pools. First there was a few feathers and then it gloriously errupted.
Angel wings, the very wings that were tattooed on his back spread from behind him and flapped with enough force to send some people in the crowd's hats flying. Gavin lifted off the ground. Only needing a single flap of his massive wings to himd him hovering in the air. . A single flap every few seconds. More ink bled out of his arm. It raced down the length of his arm until it swam into the palm of his hand. The ink moved with a fluidity and grace that was almost angelic. When the brown and black ink solidified he was holding an AK47 with a green shoulder strap, and a ACOG scope. Gavin fired at Blake's feet and threw back his head in laughter. He wouldn't kill the kid. Not on purpose anyways. It was all part of the show. |
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Post by gavinsinclaire on Jun 29, 2019 0:42:34 GMT
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Gavin stood among the spectators. Standing with the air of a man who knew he was destined for greatness. Yes, this was merely a circus show, but his vision and his ambition drove farther than that. There was a mysterious side to the man of ink and the lights and flare of carnie living was but a splash in the bucket of his future legacy.
The circus tent was dark, aside from a single spotlight shining on the center of a dirt and hay ridden plot of earth. "Ladies and gentleman the moment you have all been waiting for.... SUPER! POWER! BEATDOWN!!!!!!!!" The crowd errupted in cheer. This was a fabled part of the show. The chance to see mutants pitting their powers against one another. It was marvelous really. Humans were so easily entertained. Gavin stood shirtless. A pair of black jeans hugging tightly to his thighs.
His eyes were closed as he allowed the thundering wave of applause and cheers to wash away. Every inch of his skin was marred in some hideous tattoo. Monsters and creatures, weapons and fireaballs. Across his shoulder blades was a pair of enormous angel wings that not only covered most of his back but traveled partway down his legs as well.. Skirting around the wings were enormous octopus tenticles along with a plethera of other disturbing artistic imagery. Gavin did not open his eyes. Not even when his name was called. "And the reigning.. Defending champion.......... INK!" The crowd began to cheer louder and chant his name. "INK INK INK INK INK!"
Stepping into the light Gavin raised his arms to accept the praise. No one had ever defeated him in Super Power Beatdown. The fights were not staged. The fights were very much real. It was't taken too far. The fight was over when someone tapped out or passed out. There were mutant healers on hand of course. Injuries sustained were not permanent. There was a smirk resting on his face as he saw his challenger for the evening. This should be interesting. It was the new guy, Blake. Gavin had yet to discover the full reach of his abilities. This would be most interesting indeed. |
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May 29, 2019 12:27:09 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 29, 2019 12:27:09 GMT
Gavin was not simply innocent in all of this. He had given up the boy as well. Worse than that he had given up the boy willingly. It was a painful reminder of what he had lost and in the end, selfishly he couldn't stand to look at him anymore. Every time that boy stared in his eyes as a child Gavin felt the cold hard reminder of what was taken from him. He never even knew what happened to him. Nights spent drinking and wishing the past away only made his grief worse. Gavin gave the boy away early on in his life. Madison had died only a few months after the boy was born. Years went by and Gavin's curiosity always seemed to hold a biter edge over his willing thoughts. Gavin knew nothing about the boy honestly.
He knew that he landed in Detroit and he knew the name his new family gave him, but that was all. Something about him being a criminal in an outlaw club had come up from one of Gavin's scouts. Occasionally, Gavin sent a teleporting spy over to the Fool's Dice club to see what he could see about his boy. Dullard never even thought to bring him a picture. Not once, Gavin did not know what the boy looked like, or anything about his personality besides the fact that the boy was quite popular with the ladies. That didn't surprise him. He was a Sinclaire after all. Pride and ego swelling in his mind as he would think about the prospect of having grandchildren. Not adopted grandchildren but real honest to goodness grandchildren.
It took him entirely out of the moment. The slight diversion reverted back to her soft beautiful eyes. He looked at her. "Well... He's quite popular with the ladies. He's about twenty something now. I don't know much more'maself...." Gavin's words came slower now. His head was low as if he were ashamed and he refused to make eye contact. His voice began to tremble and shake a bit. Sitting there in the graveyard he could almost die of shame. He should have been stronger than that. "I gave him up you see. When you were killed..... It was too much for me. He was only a few months old. Figured the boy deserved a father that wasn't going to be drunk off his ass half'o'tha time tryna forget the past. I wasn't a good man for a long time." Gavin looked up at her and seriousness and truth slow danced in his eyes... "I'm still not a good man Madiso….Alyssa."
That was the honest truth. Gavin might hide away things and lie to other people, but not her. Not EVER her. She would see the truth in him always and he would present her with the horrible wake of his life, even if it scared her off because his soul belonged to her. She may not be the same person she once was but his soul still belonged to her. It was hers to cherish or to crush and the choice was completely out of his power. "I'm sorry. I couldn't stand the not knowin. I was going back for the boy tomorrow. Then I happened upon you and it was like fate." Gavin said. The smoke around their ankles settled as Gavin walked up and took her hand. Gavin's arm swam around her waist and he aggressively pulled her closer. Their hips collided as his eyes never left hers. He looked like he was about to dance the tango with her. "I'm sorry my'dear. This might be a little jarring." He admitted.
Without another word Gavin looked over her shoulder and nodded to the mutant who had been sitting a few yards away. A mutant who had been sinking into the shadows this whole time and allowing the fog to mask his presence. He was a teleporter named Go. He teleported over to the couple and grabbed them and in a flash. Poof. Go. They were gone. When they reappeared in the world they were standing in the middle of a clearing. Surrounded by furious lights and circus noises. Tents and the smell of popcorn were all around them. Peanut shells littered the floor beneath their feet and the sound of laughter escaped into the night air. Customers walked all around them the place was crowded. "Last night in town!" Gavin smiled. "You said you'd want to come. How about a night of fun first. I can ask my questions later." Gavin said extending his hand for her to take.... By her own choice this time. |
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May 27, 2019 20:36:39 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 27, 2019 20:36:39 GMT
Gavin did not mind the telekentic friction between them. It told him that she was hurt. She felt something. Some raw emotion, some bubbling rememberance clawing it's way back to the scattered surface of her mind. He didn't mind one bit when she snapped at him angrily. Scowling and disregarding his feelings for the comfort of her own denial. It meant she was healing. Trying to cope with what she had learned and come to grips with the kiss of a past she could no longer grasp.
A subtle frown pulled at his lips when she simply stated that Madison was dead. Gavin didn't expect that. He knew it was true. The woman he loved and the woman before him, may be the same person but they were not the same soul. The soul was a very intriguing and complicated thing. It was everything. It was your whole life and all of it's experiences, that determined weather it became twisted and withered or beautiful and forgiving. Gavin's soul was bitter. Flickering and verging on eradication. He hadn't felt connected to this world in so long that he doubted if his soul ever truly existed without her.
He would drop to his knees and ask the merciful reaper of death to take him if he thought that he would have to spend another day on this earth without her. Especially after finding out she existed here once again. The pain would have been to much to bear, but the thought of going on without her when she was so close to the grasp of his fingertips was cruel torture. Gavin sat and listened quietly. The eerie light of the moon shining down upon his shoulders and sprinkling off the edges. Faint reflections of light dancing this way or that crossing the fog and almost making the whole night feel like a dream. It was like a dream in the sense that it was hard to believe this was really happening. Gavin was almost fearful that he would awaken in his bed and loose her all over again.
What sweet sorrow and tender mercy could he give her other than that he forgave her for moving on. "I know she is dead." He said simply in response. The words almost danced off his tongue happily. Flippant. He didn't mean for it to sound so. He wasn't happy about the notion in fact it was turning his stomach to know that this new Madison might not even want to have anything to do with him. After all she was a stranger in her eyes and she had no reason to care about whatever life they had in the past. IF her life now was happy she might not want to give it up for the uncertainty of what was a long time ago, a tragic end.
Gavin's eyes snapped up when her words of Samael spun into his ears. His heart almost stamped out of his chest as he looked up slowly. The cool calm collected nature of his features betrayed his physiology. Inside he was screaming. Outside he was stunned. "You....You're coming with the circus?" He asked again, as if he had to verify that this was true. The possibility of this being a dream was becoming more and more likely. Stupidly, foolishly Gavin reached down and pinched his own arm just beneath the layer of fog. It hurt. He looked back up to her with almost tears in his eyes. He wanted to pull her close. To swim in her embrace and taste the shadowy flame of lick of the past, but he held.
"I have to make preparations." He informed her. Not only did he have to pack and move the circus, a feat that was honestly not going to be a very big problem.... He also had to figure out a way to tell everyone in the circus who she was. Some of the people there knew of Madison they were around when she existed and they served under her and Gavin both as ringmaster. Others would have no clue who she was. Other would have to be explained to. But what did he say to them? Who could he introduce her as. She might have agreed to come along but that did not mean the romance was back. They were still strangers in the night sharing a conversation over shadowy graves.
Hm...More disturbingly how did he explain it to his children. What would they say to Sam when they met him. It was all so terribly confusing. So terribly wonderfully emotionally confusing, but he was willing to go with it. "You can travel with me. In my personal caravan Ms. Alyssa. Not that I wish to force myself upon you. I simply would like to get the opportunity to know you in another life. As friends. I'm dying to know how your life has been since I ….." He paused realizing how awkward this must be for his life. "Well, since I last saw you. I want to know everything!" He declared and offered his hand to her the way a gentleman courting a lady would ask for a dance at a royal ball.
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May 27, 2019 20:27:20 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 27, 2019 20:27:20 GMT
Gavin could already here the cries and screams of protest. Monster! They would shout. Somebody call the cops! Another voice would say. Then there would be the cool guy friends who would be telling everyone around them.... "It's not real. It's clearly staged for dramatic effect." There was always at least one of those assholes in the crowd who would believe the show was staged. "Nevermind the naysayers son. There will always be doubters but be proud. You are a mutant. You are an elite class. You are the next step in evolution."
Gavin said. Allowing some ink to drip off of his wrist and sprinkle into the palm of his hand he materialized a chocolate cake for the boy. It was triple layered and heavily frosted. Adorned on the top with whole strawberries and chocolate Ganesh frosting. It was real. Well real enough. It was the beautiful spark of his abilities. The cake would not taste like ink, but rather the ingredients it was made to appear to be. Gavin handed it to Gnaw with a subtle smirk. "Put on something you don't mind tossing out. It's going to be a messy show boy." He said picking up a bloody mask with a stitched up mouth.
Admiring the mask for a moment Gavin smiled thinking about his own performance in the show. The gladiator fight to the death that WAS most definitely staged. It was staged in the fact that the monsters he brought to the fight were all controlled telepathically by Gavin himself. He didn't mind it being staged. It wasn't like he was really going to take on a werewolf, a griffon and a gigantic robot spider with nothing more than a sword and a shield and his bravery.
Gavin ran his fingers over the bloody mask and set it down on the table with a soft sigh. He was honestly proud that his boy was going to be in the show. Yes, Gnaw was not his real son, and on some deeper level he didn't even really love Gnaw. Gavin Sinclaire did not believe he was capable of such a complexed emotion. He most certainly cared about the boy. As he did all his children. Seven and Andromeda and Samael included. Though Gnaw had a special place in his heart. Where Gnaw's adopted brother and sister Seven and Andromeda came to Gavin as children.... And Samael never lived with Gavin at all; it was Gnaw who had been with the old man since he was just an infant. Gavin had raised the boy his entire life. It was only natural he would feel some sort of way about him.
Resting his hand on Gnaw's back he rubbed his shoulders lightly. "You go on right before your old man. What an honor and privilege that is boy. Your brother Seven and your sister Andromeda don't even have a place in the show under the big top. They are not ready, but I believe you are. Now for the show I want you to make it as gory as possible. Pull no punches boy. Give them something to keep them up at night horrified. Don't worry about the fallout. We'll issue a disclaimer. Just make sure it's a memorable first performance. You already know what to do. Just eat my boy. I picked you out two healthy looking entrees. Now go get ready. The show will be starting soon."
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May 25, 2019 19:46:48 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 25, 2019 19:46:48 GMT
Before Gavin could find the pleasure of her answer he was shoved back into a tombstone. He felt his spine buckle at the force. The unseen pull of her power washing over him with heavy pressure. My, my.... This feels familiar. It is her! He gleamed in his mind. Though his back was in tremendous pain, Gavin was smiling. The soft kiss of moonlight highlighted his smile, as she let him go. Gavin's body hit the cold ground and slumped against the tombstone. "I can see why people do not cross you. Fierce as you are beautiful." He remarked. Gavin Sinclaire was never shy about making his intentions known. He had had enough of this cryptic playfulness. He was sure that she was the woman he had been longing for since that fateful night. The world stole her from him, but was generous enough to gift her back into his life.
"I have a few children. One of them with you Madison." There it was. His words hung on the air almost as thick as the fog skirting around his torso. Gavin looked up at her. He searched her face for memories, for love, for passion and understanding. He searched her face for anything beyond vagueries and undecided emotion. She was so beautiful. He wanted to see what her lips tasted like after 10 years. He had held a candle for her for so long. It was a wonder he hadn't been burned by it.
For 10 years Gavin had taken his anger out on humans. Moving from place to place. Rolling from town to town exacting small vengeance and petty justice. He was using his circus to kidnap and experiment on people. Trying to find a way to master a formula that would change a normal human into mutants like himself. The powers were not the important part. The important part was to make them different. So far, no super powered individuals. Only disfigurement and death. It was no great loss. If they weren't too horribly mangled when he was done with them Gavin had their memories wiped and implanted them in his freakshow. The sideshow attraction for the lesser mutants. The humans were simply mutilated to the point of freak hood.
Gavin's circus mutants were never cruel to these poor souls. They were still mutants in their eyes even if Gavin knew them to be human on the surface. Different was different it didn't matter how. Gavin stared at a ghost in this haunted place. It was like robbing destiny and stealing back what you deserved. He had her back weather or not she stayed was another story, but here in this moment she was his. For these tiny fleeting moment when the silence rang between them she was undeniably his and destiny couldn't steal that from him twice. "You were once mine." He said simply, not bothering to stand form the ground. His hands rested hopelessly in his lap. His shoulders slouched and Gavin looked down at the ground.
"The circus was not always, like it was. It was once our baby. We enjoyed traveling. Seeing the world. The world was at our feet and we found ways to use our abilities to make each other happy. To make money. To have a life! One night. After a show some costumers came back into the tent after we had closed. There was a fight. A gunshot......You died in my arms. I watched the light leave you and you were not on this plain anymore." Gavin recounted the story with sadness in his heart.
It was plain to see on his face and though he was still sort of smiling, there was no joy to be had there. What pain rang in his heart slow danced around the iris of his eyes and dripped with a twinkle shimmering in the starlit night. "We were happy once. We had a family. When you died. I let the boy go... It was too painful to keep him knowing.....Fuck I'm so sorry. Detroit. He lives in Detroit. That was the circus's next stop. I haven't existed for a long time. I've been here. Living and dying every day, but I haven't been real since that day I lost you."
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May 24, 2019 18:49:15 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 24, 2019 18:49:15 GMT
"No, I am not a fortune teller. Your tall dark and handsome will have to remain a mystery...." He joked about her inquiry. "To both of us." He added. There was a layer of intrigue tugging at the surface. She was not here by chance and Gavin was no big believer in fate or destiny. Still, the odds of him running into her, this woman in the here and now? It was beyond astronomical. "Allow my to introduce myself." He said with a subtle smile. Taking a bow and removing his straw hat. His hand holding the hat went up in the air behind his back as he bowed in a very dramatic gesture. "I am Gavin Sinclaire. Vaudevillian and master of ceremonies."
Ink swam through his skin. His arm was stretched out towards her. His open palm reaching up towards the night sky as his palm filled with blue and green ink. The swimming creation diving into the palm of his hand and swirling around like a puddle of mysterious ephemera. The ink did not drip. Instead, it solidified in his hand and turned into a flower. A tattoo of a blue rose he kept on his wrist on such nights. This rose was meant for Madison's grave. Why not give it to Madison herself?
Gavin was convinced that it was his immortal love brought back to life now. He knew of her abilities. Of her reawakening in a far off land, but he never knew the details. When she died in his arms her body did not fade away but it just sat cold and lifeless. She had a new body wherever she reawakened, but Gavin took it as the end of her immortal life. She was buried here. In this place. Weather it was fate or destiny or even magic. Something brought her here tonight. To this very place. The ghost she was looking for was her own self. Buried 6 feet down was a previous body of hers. Buried 6 feet down was the ghost she sought. Buried 6 feet down was another life she could not remember.
Gavin held out the rose to her in a humble gesture. "I run the circus in town. As to why I'm here tonight of all nights, sadly it was our last night in town. We'll be leaving in the morning...." He informed her. Gavin watched her with a close eye. He was hoping against hope that this news of his departure would be upsetting. He could see the confusion in her face, the desperate trying to remember and the way she looked at him felt good. It felt like the old days. The days he longed for. He missed having her look at him that way, if it was in fact her. "I didn't catch your name miss." He asked with raised eyebrows and an expression that seemed to be sitting on the edge of a knife. Breaking the flower he reached up and gently tucked it behind her ear. There. She was beautiful and now her hair would smell like lilac honey.
The eerie fog between them grew thicker, rose up to their knees now as a howl in the distance made him look slightly to the side. The howl of a wolf. Reminded him of his son Samuael. The amazing werewolf boy. Once an act in his show he didn't know where his boy was now. Unknown to Gavin he belonged to the Detroit Fools. A thug and a criminal of a different variety. Gavin had four children. All of which he had gained since she had gone, Andromeda he found as a child sitting in the wake of a destroyed city. She was a powerful psychic. Just like Madison, but biologically not his own. Seven Gavin found as a teenage boy. Troubled and angry Gavin set him free. Had Andromeda erase his memories and give him a family.
Gnaw... Gavin's special boy he stole from a hospital some years ago. Gnaw was a teenage boy now, but newspaper reports of a baby eating it's way out of it's mother's woman and then eating half of a nurse caught Gavin's interest. He had to have him for his show. For his growing family.... But Samael. Well.... Samael was special because if she was who he thought she was.....Samael the werewolf boy was her son. Gavin Sinclaire was leaving Louisiana tonight. His next stop.... Was Detroit to find his son. "Do you have any children miss?" Gavin asked waiting to hear her answer.
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May 24, 2019 16:13:19 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 24, 2019 16:13:19 GMT
Gavin stood there. A soft smile touching the corner of his lips, happiness evaded him. It was a skin deep smile. There for gnaw and no one else. Gavin had a iron stomach. Not so much like his boy's but he was able to stand more than the average person when it came to violence and malice. There was a bit of human flesh hanging off Gnaw's lip and the light splattering of blood on his chin and cheek told Gavin that he had already eaten. "You better'not'o Gone and spoiled ya appetite boy. You're in the show tonight." Gavin scolded lightly. He was going to have Gnaw eat a small compact car for the crowd's amusement but he had something better in mind. Something more impactful.
The fact that Gavin had already secured Gnaw's co-stars....Well that just worked out even better. You see, there was something you needed to know about Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of Curiosity and Wonder..... They abused their costumers in every way they could be taken advantage of. Members of the audience were kidnapped on a regular basis. Tonight was no special occasion. They were taken from the grounds for many a reason. Least of all to feed Gnaw. Gavin took them to experiment on. He was trying to perfect a formula that had the ability to turn a normal human into a mutant like them. So far unsuccessfully. But there was always hope in the air. Gavin's mutants also ran the gambit of moving their light fingers through the crowd. Pickpocketing what they could.
Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of Curiosity and Wonder could have easily been named Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of bodily dismemberment and thievery. The fact that this place was still around was an amazement in and of itself. Every time the cops started sniffing around to much, that is when the circus packed up and headed to a new town. Gavin had collected many talents over the years. He has been doing this the better part of 12 years. A speedster by the name of Swift could have the place packed down and loaded into caravans in the time it took you to blink.
"Sit down son." Gavin said rubbing his chin. He waited for Gnaw to come inside, standing up he closed the door behind the boy. Only after taking a moment to peer outside to see if anyone had seen him come in. When he was satisfied that they hadn't he pulled the door closed with a swing arch. It was rather large inside Gavin's trailer. In most of the trailers here. It was almost homey. That didn't stop Gavin from cluttering it with circus flyers and empty beer cans. A string of Christmas lights in all different colors hung from the ceiling and lined the trailer with unique lighting. "I wanna talk to you about'chur act tonight. Are you nervous for your first show son?" Gavin asked.
This was going to be Gnaw's first performance. Gavin didn't like to put anyone in front of an audience who was not ready. He felt like in his heart Gnaw was ready. Looking over Gnaw's features he studied him. It wasn't something he was proud of, but at certain times even Gavin himself found himself a little afraid of Gnaw. He was so untamed and so unpredictable. Gavin sometimes thought that he saw a hungry look in his eye when his boy looked at him. "I was gone have you eat a car. Give the stupid humans something to gawk at while Swift picks their pockets. But..... Well... How would you like something a little more human to eat in front of an audience. We can work out the details at rehersal, but you'd like that wouldn't boy?"
Gavin asked with a growing smile. This was flat out murder. Cannibalism. And for a paying audience. Gavin would have a long winded dramatic speech about how the two were terminal and accepted their fate. The man and the woman he had tossed in the cage earlier. It wasn't true of course, but through hypnotic illusion he could get them to play their roles too. There wasn't anything Gavin Sinclaire couldn't accomplish with his mutants behind him supplying him with everything he needed at his greedy fingertips. "I got a fat one and a lil'un for ya. Eat them slowly boy. Hell. Save a finger and offer it to someone in the crowd for them to try! Have fun with it. Your first performance has to be special."
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May 23, 2019 23:07:32 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 23, 2019 23:07:32 GMT
The wind pushed against the wet grass. There was almost a agony filled howl on the air, the sound of the gust pushing against the trees. Gavin had been here awhile. Standing there in his checkered suite and straw hat. He had just finished tonight's show. There had been so much to do, and the thought of leaving the state of his birth was a hard notion at that. She was here. The grave of Madison, and though Gavin had moved on in some ways in others he really hadn't. He missed her. She was immortal too. Though the cruel fate of a bullet took her life. Everlasting life means nothing when a bullet goes through your lung.
Standing in silence he looked down at the grave. A warm overcoat cropping his shoulders, but his arms were not through the sleeves. He couldn't help but shiver against the wind. It was a cold night and colder still was the forboding fog that rolled around his feet. It was as if the place were cursed itself. Dry lightening streaked across the sky, but no rain fell. No thunder cracked. The storm was far off, and yet; it was raging in his rib cage. Gavin heard someone else in the cemetery. It was unusually for visitors this late. Suddenly his heartache seemed a little less monumental. The thought of running into someone here, in this moment of peace seemed bothersome. He said his good byes and departed.
Kissing his fingers he rested his hand against the tombstone and heard a voice call out. His head snapped in that direction. The sound almost froze him. That voice. It was so familiar. So.... Jesus Christ it was her voice. He looked back at the grave and his eyes were wide panic. The look of unnerving torment passing his face. What cruel joke is this? He almost thought the voice had come from the grave. He heard that voice every night. When he drunkenly summoned the tattoo portrait of her on his skin. His Madison. The thing the humans took from him. He heard her voice every night he could never forget such sweet sorrow.
Moving quietly he crept along the tombstones. Dancing with the dead in the pale moonlight. Gavin came up behind her. He could not see her face, nor her striking beauty. The silver light of the moon touched the crown of her head. Cascading down and sprinkling starlight on flawless shoulders. Hold your breath boy. She can not be. Be still. His heart wouldn't listen. It was threatening to pound out of his chest. She turned slightly and Gavin knew that this was a fever dream. It was her. The hair was different and so were the clothes but it was her. Reborn. The casket under that earth was empty. She had died and been reborn in that cave. Only Gavin never knew. Gavin never knew that his Madison had hit the reset button and started over with a new life. She had no memories of former lives. To her he was but a stranger in a graveyard.
"I am not a ghost. Are you?" He asked from behind her. Watching her features change as reflexes took over he almost frowned at her defensive posture. "Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. I was here thinking on the past and visiting a loved one." Holding up his arms to the sea of graves. "Everyone here is someone's loved one. How much sand in the hourglass has spilled on this earth mourning what can never be again?" He had a smile on his face, but it was a sad one. She didn't seem to recognize him, and his hopes faltered. Maybe she just looked incredibly like her. Maybe it was not his Madison. If it were she might've quoted back the other half of his poem. 'How much earth could be moved to make hearts whole again.' That was the other half of the quote at least. Instead they were now the ones dancing in the pale moon light. He took a side step around the tombstone and sat on it.
"You have no one buried here.... So why are you here? Are you really ghost hunting? Or searching for something else?" He asked. There was a cockiness to his voice. Like he knew her inside and out and already knew her answer. Gavin sat, disrespectfully on someone's tombstone and crossed his arms. Weather she was Madison in a past life or not he felt cheated. She had said she was immortal but she was taken anyways. She died in his arms and no amount of immortality could change that. Gavin watched her carefully. Only wishing more than ever the mystery unraveled a little further.
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May 23, 2019 15:56:28 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 23, 2019 15:56:28 GMT
"I am truly, truly sorry for this egregious befuddlement but a growing boy's gotta eat. Ugh.... Damn. My apologies misses, but you are a heavy some'bitch." Gavin said with straining effort dragging a rather portly young woman through the dirt and straw. Her hands were bound and there was a gag in her mouth. The others in the circus did not need to hear her screams. They knew of Gnaw and his outrageous appetite, but most turned a blind eye to his "feedings" It wasn't like he couldn't eat normal food, but the quickest and best way was to feed him something heftier. Gavin Sinclaire was a man of wealth but finding live cattle all the time got to be a bother. It was simpler this way. No one would miss them. "You sit tight honey while I go fetch your beau."
Gavin sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. Shaking his head he pushed his way out of the circus tent flap. Sitting in the tent was a cage. One they would both end up in until Gnaw was ready for dinner, but Gavin had to get them out of sight. The afternoon show was over and they had another show tonight. This little out of the way distraction was eating into his preparation time. "So much to do, so little time." He complained as he made his way out into the mid afternoon sun.
The sun beat down on Gavin and he squinted against the light. Shielding his eyes with his arm as he found the other man in the grass. He too was bound and gagged. A few random circus mutants walked by whispering. "I think it's dinner time." One of them joked. Gavin looked up at them with an unpleasant smile as he grabbed the man by his ankles and drug him through the mud. Wouldn't matter for much of shit. Gnaw would eat them muddy and all.
The poor man's face drug through the mud as he was drug on his stomach. He was in the process of trying to crawl for safety when Gavin seized him. "No, no, no don't do that now. You gotta get up pretty early in the morn'n to get away from old Gavin Sinclaire!" He beamed confidently. Gavin's accent was a thick, sick southern Lousiannaian accent. Gavin himself was from Louisiana. It would always be home, but his mission was important. His cause was just and his righteous need to overcome humanity was something he cared very deeply for on a personal level. Not just for the sake of his family, but also for other reasons. The man in his grasp continued to wiggle and squirm until Gavin sighed, rolled his eyes and stomped on his leg. It broke with a nasty crunch. The man rolled over howling into his gag and a swift kick to the face put him down for nappy naps. "Oh, shut up already. We hear ya son. You don't want to be dog food. Too bad you ain't go much'o choice in the matter."
Gavin drug the unconscious body into the tent next to his wife and laid them side by side. She was crying and fearful, but she wasn't foolish enough to try and get away. Displaced loyalty and some silly notion that love actually mattered caused her to stay, when she clearly could have made an escape. She didn't want to leave without her man. How sweet, now they could die together. Gavin nodded to the other mutant in the room. The one up until this point had said nothing. "Crush throw these two love birds in their cage. My boy's probably hungry. Gnaw can have himself a little nibble before the big show tonight. And have Sightline come in here and disappear these folks. Dont' want no looky-loos spoiling dinner." Gavin demanded. The massive mutant known as Crush nodded and picked up the couple easily. One in each hand. His massive hands wrapped around their waists as if they were a couple of Barbie dolls and he tossed them in the cage and slammed the door.
Sightline, was another of Gavin's more curious collection. She had the unique ability to turn things invisible. It wasn't an invisibility persay, it was more that she could create a blanket of illusion where things disappeared behind. Putting one in front of a door would cause the door to disappear and it would allow people to see what was behind the door. Putting one in front of this feeding cage would make the cage itself disappear and only appear to be an empty circus tent. Sightline was not one of Gavin's children. She joined the circus a few years ago of her own volition. Gavin didn't have to brainwash or persuade her. She just chose the life. She hated the humans and was down for the cause even before the word go.
Gavin had a lot to do before the next show started. He had many things that needed tending too, but mostly his heart was empty. He had the love of his children and the ones who thought of him as father. He was damn near worshiped by everyone here, but everything seemed hollow. He was a feeble tin god with the façade of peace. Nothing really mattered besides his hatred. That's what Gavin Sinclaire cherished the most. He kept the gears turning and the clock running, but anger fueled his motivations more than most. Taking the short few steps up into his trailer the door swung closed behind him. The door banged off the frame before settling into the warped doorway. Gavin collapsed into his chair with a slump. A depressed sigh and a roll of his eyes to a photograph pained his heart.
The photograph was of him and his beloved Madison. That was a simpler time. A better time. A time before the humans took her away from him in a meaningless hate crime. It was the reason Gavin hated the humans so much. The reason he was hell bent on seeing humanity fall. He had dreams once upon a time. Ash turned into decay and now his dreams were nightmares. He couldn't help the tears filling his eyes as ink from his tattoos dripped down his skin. He kept her secret. He kept her safely nestled away under his shirt sleeve. No one was allowed to look at Madison. No one at all. Black and yellow and blue ink swam through his skin. Twisting and winding it's way through the other patterns and creatures depicted like a smart river of color. Moving around the well defined edges of his artwork and swimming through the skin, though dry to the touch. The ink was moving inside his skin, not on the surface. Making it's way down to his wrist where it spilled into his hand. Collecting and plunging into his palm it dripped off the tips of his fingers.
Drip.....Drip....Drip.....Drip..... drip drip drip drip drip drip...…
The tattoo that was once a part of him, and honestly would always be a part of him was now a rainbow colored puddle on the floorboards. It bubbled on the floor. Gavin watched with teary eyes as he picked up a beer bottle and began to chug as the creation came to life. Human fingers dove out of the puddle. Red painted nails clickety clacking on the dusty floor. Then knuckles appearing, then a wrist. The hands poised outward pulled at the edges of the liquid inky puddle until it grew bigger. Soon a whole torso appeared and the long flowing blond hair of a beautiful lady. She was in a red dress that hugged the curves. Every inch perfection and sin wrapped into a empty shell. A woman pulled herself out of the puddle. It was the woman from the photograph. It was Madison. As dead as she was in real life, here she stood before him in perfect detail. Gavin smiled softly at her. It was his wife. Dead for years, but still this thing, this puppet was as close as he could get to love. He did not love his children. Nor did he really care for the mutants that called him father. Gavin was broken. He was not capable of love. He only knew pain and torture. Maybe that's why he chose to torture himself this way. "Missed you baby." The thing said.
Though it was not true. He made her say that, in the voice that he had in his head. He thought of the voice and it spilled out of her like poisonous false hope. He was in control of this inky creation. She was nothing but a puppet jerking on a string. "God, I missed you too." He said tears spilling down his cheeks. "It's getting harder every day." He added. "I know baby. I know.... Can we dance? Like old times?" Gavin nodded and set his beer down. Putting on an old record some music from the 40's began to play. Soft and serene. Gavin's love was immortal. Or at least she was until a gunshot stole away immortality. Gavin knew this wouldn't last. It wasn't real. It was like stepping into a dream knowing that you had to wake up, but he would step there willingly all the same. "Be strong baby." She whispered in his ear. His sub consious mind spilling back the things he wanted to hear from her. "I'm trying." He admitted resting his head on her shoulder as they slow danced.
He didn't want to leave this moment. Not for anything, but as the song finished there was a knock at the door. Gavin's concentration was broken and the woman spilled into a inky puddle again. Just some random colors bubbling at his feet. The last thing to disappear was her red painted nails that almost seemed to way goodbye to him as they sunk into the dirty floorboards. Gavin wiped the tears from his eyes. It was probably Gnaw. He had forgotten he asked him to meet him here for something important. "C-come in." Gavin yelled trying his best to sound composed. The door swung open and yes, it was in fact Gnaw. Gavin had to go over his new act in the show tonight.
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May 15, 2019 20:20:07 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 15, 2019 20:20:07 GMT
"Have you ever been so god damned bored in your life that you would blow your brains out just to see what they looked like on the wall behind you? I've felt that way, few times in my life. First time I was just a boy sitting in detention. You know the place where they sent bad kids who can't seem to gather the thought that actin up ain't gone get you but a hill of beans and a whole mess'o trouble. The second time was just now. Listening to your sob ass story about'chur family. Now don'tcha know.... I don't give a great god damn about that?!?" Gavin laughed. The mother fucker actually laughed while the man sat crying on his knees in front of him. "Gavin I'm sorry. I let them get away. I was supposed to watch them. I'm sorry, but you can't! You can't hurt my family." Gavin rubbed his chin and seemed to consider it. Mute stood nearby. The loyal soldier. One of the few people who got to see Gavin's cruelty first hand. "Why son! I ain't gone hurt nobody.....Crusher. Break Lullabell's neck."
Without a thought of hesitation the mutant known as Crusher walked over and used his impressively powerful hands to break Lullabell's neck. He held her in his massive hand and flicked her chin back with his thumb like he was opening a soda pop. Her neck broke backwards and almost popped off like a pez dispenser. Gavin shook his head as Faulcon cried over his dead wife. Their children cried as well. "Mommy!" "Damn shame is what it is." Gavin said as if his cold heart could actually understand empathy. "Crush go ahead and get your meaty paws on the lil'uns." Faulcon snapped out of his grieve and begged Gavin to stop. "No!" He pleased. Gavin crouched down in front of the six eyed mutant. "Then you best start using them peepers to find my Andi and her bou real quick son. Or else your gone have a whole mess'a closed casket funeral to plan."
The rage in Gavins voice actually made his cheeks shake. His face was red as he nearly growled the words. There was no measure on this earth that could say how important Andromeda had become to Gavin. Silver Shadow was a fucking golden goose. Powers nearing godly status and Gavin saw the potential even if the boy didn't see it himself. "FIND THEM!" Gavin ordered. Faulcon's six eyes began to blink. Blurry from tears he searched desperately. Leaning up from the floor as he looked around the dark and drity circus tent.
The six eyes on his face were not a pleasant sight by any means, but he was useful. As ugly as that boy was he was damn useful. One eye could see into the past. One eye saw the present and one eye saw the future. One eye saw extra dimensions. One eye saw the afterlife. And one eye saw lies. He didn't see Gavin bluffing about killing his children. They huddled by the corpse of their mother hoping their father could save them. Search out the mutants that Mr. Sinclaire wanted
and spare their young lives. After a few moments Faulcon shouted. "I found them! They're here at the circus. The Silver one. He's headed this way! Andromeda is back at her trailer." Gavin nodded and clicked his tongue against his teeth before he stood up. His arms were dangling over his knees as he squatted in his fancy checkered suite. "Well, shit son that's all I needed. You enjoy the rest of ya night now ya hear?" He said and snapped his fingers. Crusher
drug the children out of the tent along with Faulcon. They needed to be locked away. Andromeda would have to erase their memories.... If not Gavin would just kill them to keep them from spreading the truth about his ruthlessness.
With a blink and a vortex Gavin was in the field. Teleported by his personal chauffer of sorts. He was standing in front of Silver Shadow now. "Blink. Why don't you go ahead and be a good fellow and fetch my daughter Andi for me." Gavin said buttoning the middle button of his suite jacket so it pulled apart at the top and bottom. He closed his jacket with only the single button and stretched his arms so that his sleeves would see nicer on his slender arms. He was a man about appearance. Even in the hideoderous checkered suit and nice Italian shoes that were two feet away from elephant shit. "Heard you was looking for me boy. Allow me to make the introduction perfectly formal...." He said taking a bow. "My name. Is Mister Gavin Sinclaire. Ringleader, Father and performer extraordinaire."
The teleporter known as Blink reappeared holding Andromeda by the arm viciously. "Easy there tiger. Don't hurt the gentle peach now. That's my daughter your pawing at. Let her go." Gavin turned to Andromeda with a smile. "Hello sugar. Were you hiding something from me? Now I know we never talked about the rules of you dating, but hiding a boy today in my very circus? Shame girl. Thought I raised you better than that?" Gavin wasn't foolish enough to think that was all this was. He knew who Shawn was by the silver flecks of his hair. "My, my ain't you special. All grown up and looking mighty strong. You know son..... I knew there was something about you. Something about you caught my eye. My gut never lies. So come on son. Why don't you show me what you can do. Let me see that beautiful mutation of yours."
Shawn looked at Andromeda and though this asshole was literally begging for it. He played stupid. He couldn't stand this slimey piece of shit already. He was smug and talky and had too many teeth in his head for Shawn's liking, but he didn't want to be the one that cut the old man down in front of Andromeda. Hell, Karma would do it for him eventually. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm human." Shawn lied. He had a shit eating smirk on his face. Gavin smiled back and clasped hi hands in front of himself. "Oh, come now. Don't be modest." With a eyebrow flick towards blink he disappeared and reappeared in front of Gavin shoving Shawn's mother on her knees in front of him. Everytime he blinked he reappeared in a cloud of smoke. Some of that smoke got into Natalie's lungs and she coughed and choked as she tried to understand what had happened. She looked up at Shawn and didn't recognize him at all. She was however confused why she was in a field in what appeared to be a showdown. "Gavin? W-w-what's going on?" She asked confused.
Gavin continued to smile without breaking his eyes away from Shawn. "Well dear I suppose that depends on this gentleman here. Just what exactly.... IS...Going on Shawn? Are you possibly trying to run away with my baby girl? To corrupt her good nature and turn her against her father? Oooor were you about to demonstrate your abilities for me.... In the hopes that I might hire you on? Which is it Shawn? Betrayal or a job interview?" He asked. The ink beneath his checkered sleeve bled down his wrist and he allowed the ink to harden in his hand. The hard smooth handle of a kitchen knife appeared as if by magic in his courrpeted fingers. A very sharp knife resting just behind Natalie's shoulder.
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May 13, 2019 23:06:16 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 13, 2019 23:06:16 GMT
approved 2/2
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Post by gavinsinclaire on May 13, 2019 1:10:49 GMT
x Gavin Sinclair "Ink" NAME. Gavin Sinclair
NICKNAME. Ink
AGE. 35
BIRTHDAY. Undisclosed
MEMBER GROUP. mutant,
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Hetero
POWER: Tattoo manipulation (Bringing his tattoos to life, pulling them into the real world)
STRENGTHS:. Can make living breathing creatures from his tattoos, also can pull weapons from his skin such as knives or guns. Gavin can have as many tattoos on his skin as can fit. Items depicted on his skin retain their real world properties to some extent. For example if he has a tattoo of a fridge full of food, all the food would still be on the shelves fresh and ready to eat if he bled the tattoo from his skin. Though it does not retain the same weight as a real refridgerator. It doesn't weigh more than any other ink. Gavin bleed a tattoo from his skin and make it "real" offering up that patch of skin as available space for a new tattoo. Gavin can choose to puppeteer creatures and people bled from his tattoos. They bend to his will and he controls them with telepathic command.
WEAKNESS: Creatures return to his skin (If he chooses to retrieve the tattoo creature, however items such as knives and guns have to be retattooed onto him they are one time use) The creatures that he bleeds from his skin are living creatures. They follow gavins orders but they live and breath and bleed and feel pain. If one is destroyed Gavin's creature is gone. he can not recall it to his skin. He would have to have it retattooed to get it back.
Gavin has to take very good care of his body. If there is a blemish or a scar or any imperfection on his skin it can calls his tattoos to come out disfigured, a scar on his arm can cause a creature from that place of skin to have scars on it's face. If he gets a knife wound for example over one of his tattoos.... The creature that bleeds from his skin will have the same knife wound when it comes alive and will instantly suffer the pain and trauma of being stabbed as the wound transfers with the creature. Gavin can get rid of wounds this way but he doesn't wish harm on his beloved creatures.
FACE CLAIM. Jason Bateman
HEIGHT. 6'0
WEIGHT. 228 lbs.
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Heavily
OVERALL. He looks like your average run of the mill guy. He does not look intimidating in any way, though there is something about him that just gives him that creep factor. Something, and you're not sure what it is; is off about him. He has a kind smile and expressive eyes that always seem to watch you.
Hi POSITIVE TRAITS. Charisma, Enthusiastic, Showmanship
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Egotistical, Sociopathic, Remorsless
STRENGTHS. Gift of gab, Leadership
WEAKNESSES. Overconfident, Cares little for others
DREAMS. To run the greatest show on earth
FEARS. Nothing.
OVERALL. Gavin is kindness and smiles. On the surface. He can come across as a kind and compassionate man. He seems to care about the well being of mutants and the betterment of their lives. Sure his ways are a little unorthodox but he has made a life for himself and his mutant friends.
It is only after you dig a little deeper that you realize that Gavin Sinclair has darker motives. He doesn't care about his fellow mutant, but turning a profit off of their pain and suffering. Gavin Sinclair is not human. Not because he is a mutant but because he has no heart.
FATHER. Windem Sinclair
MOTHER. Beverly Sinclair
SIBLINGS. No siblings
OTHER FAMILY. The freaks and mutants at Gavin Sinclairs Circus of Curiosities and Wonders
HOMETOWN. Augusta Georgia
OVERALL. Gavin always knew he was different. He could feel it ever since he was young. Although his ability didn't mainfest itself until he was a teenager and got his first tattoo. He got a tattoo of a heart over his heart. He was once a sensitive kid and thought it romantic to show his first girlfriend Libby Turnerbaum that he loved her. That he wore his heart on his sleeve for her.
She reacted in horror when his heart tattoo actually beat. Gavin can be fatally wounded by damaging the skin around that heart tattoo. That is why he got it covered up with a still locked box. Now he can manipulate any of the number of crazy tattoos he has on his body. He sometimes allows the ink of his tattoo to run down his arm and sift into the dirt. And bring to life the inked portrait of his first love Libby to life. Only so he can kill her with his own two hands.
Gav
NAME. what we should call you
AGE. if you want
EXPERIENCE. how long have you been rping |
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May 20, 2019 15:37:57 GMT
we have members eager to meet you
May 29, 2019 20:07:05 GMT
