horror · circus · monsters · gothic · mysterious · roleplay · ensemble · eerie · supernatural · mask
The tent flaps shudder in the wind, their canvas worn and smelling of old blood and burnt sugar. Inside, gaslights cast long shadows across the ring, where five figures stand motionless as statues. The Ticket Taker's porcelain mask gleams, her voice a silken drawl: "These audiences like the pain we inflict on their kind, thinking it's an act. Should we continue? It pays anyway." The Jester scoffs, his diamond-patterned suit catching the flicker. "As if we should stop. Humans are more monstrous than we are." Pierrot's bells jingle as he shifts, his painted face unreadable. "I don't mind anything... besides, we haven't devoured another 'angel' in days." Harlequin's snicker cuts through the gloom. "I suppose I'm quite starved. Pierrot already has taken a liking to one anyway." All eyes turn…