[center][b]Chapter One: Living for the Night[/b]
[i]Going to be doing this RP in chapters, because why not?[/i][/center]
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[i]Year:[/i] 2014
[i]Month:[/i] May
[i]Weather:[/i] Lovely, warm with fluffy clouds drifting above. Though it has been raining more often than not.
[i]Current Location of the Circus:[/i] Just outside of New York

[center]Years have come and gone, and the Cirque de Noir has traveled for what seems like centuries to outsiders. On the inside, they [i]have[/i] been traveling for centuries. A few people have joined over the past decade, alas, a few have also vanished without a trace. No one knows where they went or how they managed to escape-- or so they'd like to believe. Losing their comrades has proven to be a mishap that has shaken many of the performers to the core. Who will be next? Will they simply burn out? Or is there such a thing as an afterlife after living for almost a hundred years or longer?

Mistress Sombre has been rather irritated as of late. She's found that there are too few hands helping and too many to take care of. Although many of the actors are able to take care of themselves and their props, there are some that don't have the same talents. Those without talent are becoming rather angry towards those that do. She's afraid that a miniature war may break out between the higher ranked performers, those who she had chosen personally to be the main acts, and the lower ranked ones, those who simply assisted in their acts. Perhaps this would finally put the circus to rest-- but then again, she didn't know whether they would be able to fully be release from this place. In a way, she didn't want them to. She had been with this circus for almost a thousand years. She couldn't allow it to fall apart to some simpletons with an ego complex.

The show must go on...[/center]