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Post by Amyra Hayes on Jun 3, 2010 21:12:42 GMT -6
•• Amyra Hayes ••
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YOU'LL BE AMAZED WHAT YOU'LL FIND
There's a better place if you look through my eyes
------------------------------------------------------- ------ Daphne, Petros, Sophie, all members of the Hayes family. There was a large pool of random family members but the one who gets talked about the least was a young girl named Amyra. She was born in Greece to a man who did not get along with his siblings or parents. A man who was fairly off the edge. No one liked him but they all liked his daughter. Petros and Amyra were the closest little pair, especially since they were the same age and lived closer by while Daphne was elsewhere. They were friends but the grown ups knew what went on behind closed doors with Amyra and her father. They knew he beat the girl. They just didn't have proof. And so when the father told them she had died in a car crash, some how they just sort of knew, or assumed, it had been the father who had killed the poor pretty girl. He fell off the grid after that, never speaking to anyone of his family. His daughter, dead, and at his hand, the idea did not settle well with the others, understandably. Amyra Hayes was a dead girl. A dead girl who was at this very moment walking down the streets of Valkyrie California with her fourteen year old brother, Miles, walking next to her, his head coming just up to her hips. But was this the dead girl? or was it the new carnie in town Amyra Veria? They look alike, same dark reddish brown hair, same eyes. Well, this leggy girl was actually both. She liked to think of herself as the living dead.
------ No, don't worry. No zombies or impersonators here. It really was the same Amyra Hayes. The girl who's father had not killed her. He had done something much worse and she had ran. She ran for her freedom. And she almost starved and froze on the cold streets of Paris. Her extended family were told she was killed because her father never imagined her surviving the streets. She was good as dead and he hadn't wanted them to question why she ran. He hadn't expected her to be found by the likes of what a real family looked like. From the moment she opened her eyes to see Thom smiling down at her, she became a Veria. There was nothing on earth like this family, no where so warm and accepting of everyone. It was new, it was loving and yeah, a bit freakish. She did miss her childhood bestie and cousin, Petros. She did but she suspected he was still living in Athens and the idea of going back there, where he birth father could be, terrified her. See, that man had been her father and that woman had been her mother, but they were never her mom and dad. Those titles proudly belonged to Sally and Thompson. As long as you aren't so shallow that you can't look past their physical abnormalities, they were seriously the most amazing couple you would ever meet. Funny and smart and so in love in made your heart hurt. Sally had dwarfism, Miles was her birth son and as evident by a fourteen year old male only hitting Amyra's hips as they walked, it was clear he did too. But Sally had more spirit, and fierceness in one finger than most people had in their entire bodies. She was stern and strict, logical but always kind. Plus she cooked better than anyone Amyra had ever met.
------ But her dad, Thompson, Miles adoptive father, he was her best friend. He had been ever since she looked up at his smiling face as he tapped his foot on his wife's shoulder to tell her Amyra was awake. He was born without arms so he did everything with his feet, it was actually very impressive watching him so everyday things, brushing his teeth, writing, typing, knitting. He did like to knit a fair amount. He was cheerful and always smiling, goofy in all the right ways, wise, had a tendency to sound like a fortune cookie in serious moments, laid back and despite everything that had happened to him with his abusive father and mother who decided she couldn't look at her son without downing some tequila first, put out onto the streets and just the way the world looked at him, despite all of this, he was always welcome to meet new people, friendly and accepting of everyone, he puts on a strong front and holds it with ease and grace. He was Amyra's hero. Well him and Miles of course who had been 8 years old when he found the freezing to death, sleeping Amyra. They had gone for a walk in the California sun, actually drew a few watchers in the park as they walked on their hands and juggled, just playing around a bit in the warmth. Now they were walking home and looking for a mailbox to send in Miles letter to his friends back in the Ward Hall circus. Amyra looked at Miles as they passed a small corner store, "Oo wanna icee?" Amyra asked him as she saw it threw the window. Miles shrugged, "Yeah, let me just send." He replied about to enter when he saw a mailbox on the corner across the street. Amyra smiled, "I'll get 'um, I'll be back." Miles nodded before she went into the store and he made his way over to the mailbox.
------ Inside the store, Amyra got a cherry for herself and blue raspberry for Miles, ignoring the one older man who tried to hit on her. She hated skeevy men. She simply giggled a bit and rolled her eyes before making her way to register. She placed the icees down on the counter, glancing up and out of the window just in time to see Miles being pulled into the alley across the way, Amyra groaned, "This shit again? stupid normals." She mumbled before tossing the money to the cashier and grabbing the drinks running outside. As she crossed the street she saw another man running toward them, he looked like he was going to defend Miles. Amyra sped up, doing her best not to spill but a little of the cherry got on her red sweater... redundant. She cut the stranger off just as they entered the alley, "No no it's fine." Amyra spoke as she walked backwards in front of him. She turned her head to look over her shoulder as the normal boys ganged up on the boy. They looked older too, more like 16. "You really want to help, hold these." Amyra added handing the new Italian the drinks before getting closer, turning around once more, "and don't spill any of the deliciousness!" she added with a smirk. She got closer, stepping in front of Miles. The teenage boys stopped and groaned, "Get out the fucking way girl. this pussy had it coming." Amyra shook her head a bit, "Now really, are you so scared of this shrimp that you need four guys to back you up, who's the pussy now?" "I'm not, I could take the punk with my eyes closed." the boy looked around at his friends and told them to back up before looking back at her, "more beating for me to enjoy, now get the fuck out of the way." Amyra smiled and stepped out of the way to reveal Miles who was standing behind her with a bloody lip looking pissed. As she walked back over to the stranger with the drinks she stopped and turned again, "Oh, and I'd keep my eyes open if I were you." She said with amusement.
------ To an outsider, it might look like Amyra was actually in support of the fourteen year olds beating. Or to a person who was standing further away they might think Miles was more like 8 but whatever. She knew her brother. He was not a weak person. He was tough and quick. His act at the circus was also cattle wrangling and bull riding. These kids would be nothing as long as they weren't all in a massive pack. She stood back over at the new guy and smiled taking only her cherry from his hands and smiled, "Watch this, it'll be fun." She grinned before watching as her brother had pinned the older boy in a matter of moments to the ground, she laughed, and walked over to some of the other boys who were shouting at their friend to get up, "well go on, help your friend." She said to one even though two more went in. Having already damaged the first, Miles didn't have that hard of a time with the two new boys. the last two had simply said fuck it and left them alone. As Miles slid under the legs of one, grabbing the boys ankles with him, dropping him to the ground, he turned and kneed his back hard. Amyra leaned into the probably confused stranger, "My brother's sort of a cattle wrangler... really doesn't need anyones help" Miles stood up and dusted his hands off as the three other boys yelled "freaks!" as they ran away. Miles gave a small scoff and looked at Amyra, "Em, do you ever think they'll come up with a more creative word for us?" She smiled at her nickname and shook her head. "Never, now come on Napoleon, we got to get some ice on that lip." He shook his head, "Sucker punched me the cowards." He said as Amyra patted his shoulder as if to say she knew. Miles looked at the stranger, as if seeing him for the first time, "Who's this?"
------ Amyra looked at the tall man next to her who looked more like her age and shook her head. "I don't really know, but he held your icee." She added with a shrug.
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TAGGED;; sexy italian paolo
CREDITS;; format to me, inspired by everyone, graphic to me
LYRICS;; 'look through my eyes' by Phil Collins
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; yay first amyra post, very cluttered, lol
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Post by Roman Le Blanc on Aug 11, 2010 0:17:12 GMT -6
 
----IT WAS ONE OF THOSE RARE DAYS WHEN ROMAN le blanc wasn't working. however, just because he wasn't working in the (usual) hot california weather building something, he was working his ass off back home. his mother took off early in the morning to start her shift. even though, four hours before, she came home from the last shift. he had been up, because he was working on some homework for school before the academy let everyone out for winter break. for most kids, winter break was time to have a good time, hang out, and enjoy the holidays. for roman, it had been the same for the past three holiday breaks: work as much as possible to by gifts for his younger siblings so they would be happy. his youngest sibling, gabriel, still believed in santa claus only being six. the le blancs tried. they weren't living the life everyone asked for, but they were doing ok with what they had. the home situation wasn't the greatest either. the two bedroom house was rather small for the family of five. caleb and gabriel shared a room and mom and alexandria shared a room. where did that leave roman? despite his mother offering one of the rooms for his eldest son, roman opted for the living room couch. it was easiest and he didn't mind.
his younger sister, alex, woke him up this morning. "mom left this morning already." sleeping for only about four hours, roman was disoriented. the nine year old was sitting on the arm chair at the end of the sofa. "what time is it?" he asked. alex shrugged. "eight, i think." well, time for him to get up and start making breakfast. "is gabriel up?" alex shook her head and fell in step behind roman as he walked into the small kitchen. "well, what do you want for breakfast?" roman asked as he turned on the stove. "pancakes," alex stated and sat down in one of the four chairs around the table. there were never more than four people at the table at a time. either their mom was working, or roman was. roman couldn't remember the last time they had a family dinner. the seventeen year old rummaged through the cupboard, realizing that he would have to go grocery shopping that day because the house was becoming bare. "rome? did you read 'holes?'" alex asked him. roman looked behind him as he started getting the utensils to mix the batter with. he furrowed his eyebrows together. "that's the one with stanley yelnats, right?" he remembered reading the book at some point, probably around sixth grade, just like alex was doing now. "yeah. i need help on the study guide for it. some things i don't understand." roman put a pan on the stove. he didn't know how much of the book he could help his sister with, but roman found it incapable of saying no to any of his siblings. so if that meant reading a chapter of one of the books to understand what she was doing, then roman would do it. "of course i'll help. we can do it after breakfast."
"i smell pancakes, which means mom's gone." a new voice entered the kitchen. it was noah, the second oldest son at twelve. noah was become a little more defiant lately. roman knew it was because of their father leaving them. though really, it had been a few years since nathan le blanc walked out on his family, noah still had issues of being abandoned. it was a tough break. "mom's working," alex said, defending susan. roman heard the shifting of a chair being dragged across the floor. "when is she not working?" roman poured the batter into the pan. "hey. mom's working so we have money for these pancakes, for other food, and for the clothes you're wearing," god, could he sound any older? "besides, christmas is coming up. all that stuff requires money. for us, money doesn't fall from the sky." roman started pulling out plates as noah said, "i'm just saying. i'd rather be poor and have each other than have money and mom and you never being around." roman stared off at the tanning pancake. he could see the right in his brother's logical. but unfortunately, the world didn't work that way. "we are poor," alex said. "we're not poor," roman lied. it was hard hearing a nine year old state what was obviously so true. he started putting pancakes on the plate.
the last le blanc child came down the hall and entered the kitchen. "yay! pancakes!" gabriel exclaimed and hopped into one of the seats. roman made a few more pancakes before giving everyone a plate and silverware, and putting the almost-gone syrup on the table. lastly, he placed the plate of pancakes in the middle and let everyone else dig in first. he didn't take any syrup because he wanted to make sure everyone else got some. this was what the mornings usually looked like. except it was earlier and next, roman would have to make sure everyone was ready for school. he walked alex and gabriel to their bus stop at the end of the street for one of valkyrie's elementary school. make sure noah got on the middle school muse before he himself caught the bus to the academy. school buses didn't go up there, so he always had to catch the city bus if none of his friends were able to give him a ride. today though, roman helped alex with her homework. he played the super mario bros on nintendo 64, (they got the console at a garage sale last year.) a little over and hour later gabriel popped up from doing something secret on the kitchen table. "roman? i was wonderin' if you would mail this to santa?" roman looked down at the envelope gabriel was shoving at him. the writing was almost unreadable. but what would you expect from a six year old? roman put the controller down and took it. he smiled. "you know what, bud? i'll mail it right now, i have to go to the grocery store anyway." roman stood up and tucked the letter in his back pocket. he told noah to not leave and watch the other two. he wouldn't be gone for more than an hour. grabbing some money from the cabinet above the refrigerator, roman walked out the front door.
no, he did not have a car. the only working car they had belonged to his mother. thankfully, roman had been walking these streets since he was young, he knew this entire neighborhood like the back of his hand. he got to main street in less than five minutes and looked for the nearest mailbox. roman couldn't help himself, he pulled gabe's letter to santa out and opened it. it's not like the letter would go anywhere. where do north pole letter's really go anyway? roman was santa. might as well look at what he should get gabe. "dear santa, for xmas i want: my dad." roman sighed. well, that was one thing his little brother wasn't going to get. there was more written, but as he neared the mailbox he saw a group of kids pulling what looked like a little kid into one of the alley ways. oh, what the hell was this? shoving the letter back into his pocket he started half-jogging over to the entrance but was stopped by some redhead. "No no it's fine." he looked back at the group of boys, who he probably knew, beating one some little kid. "fine?" he asked and the girl shoved icees into his open hands. the next few minutes consisted of roman standing at the entrance to the alley looking like a dumbass holding icees. he did notice that the "little kid" they were beating on, wasn't really young like roman thought he was. it was in the face, roman could tell. the kid was a little person, a midget, or whatever they wanted to be called without sounding like a dick. then he watched at the kid pinned the older kid to the ground. ok... something was not right here. "My brother's sort of a cattle wrangler... really doesn't need anyones help" roman blinked, leaning his head back a little. "i can see that." the bullies took off, passing roman in the process. he recognized a few of them from the neighborhood. roman would have never participated in something like that.
"Who's this?" oh yeah, that's right, roman was still standing there. "I don't really know, but he held your icee." right. he was still holding them too. he outstretched his arms to them. he gave a quick, half lop-sided smile as if he was caught doing something he wasn't suppose to. "sorry. i'm roman. thought you needed help, but i was proven wrong quite quickly." roman wasn't saying he knew everyone here in valkyrie, but he definitely didn't recognize either of them. tourists? new people? he didn't know. "there's a gas station at the corner here if you need some ice," he offered. "if you don't mind me asking..." he started warily, "you two are new in town?"
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Post by Amyra Hayes on Aug 13, 2010 17:47:17 GMT -6
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------ P.T. Barnum was born in 1810. He was an American showman, business man and entertainer. He ran the most successful dime museum the world had ever seen in New York City. He was known for being the king of advertising and spinning words. He was a genius when it came to drawing in a crowd and earning money. He was a prankster and a master at hoaxes. The Feejee Mermaid was probably his most famous. It was a mummified monkey sewn onto the tail of a fish but he spun it as proof of the existence of mermaids. People came from all over the world to see it only to be sorely disappointed when they got there in person and yet because of the hugeness of the hoax, more people would flood in, knowing it was faked simply for the experience. People loved him and hated him. But there was no denying his genius. His museum focused on human oddities and rare sights, anything and everything exotic and mysterious, frightening or repulsive. The Pre-freak show freak show if you will. The only person to ever pull over on Barnum was an elderly black woman named Joice Heth. She was put on display in Barnum's museum in 1835 as the worlds oldest living human. She claimed to be 161 years old, and claimed to have been George Washington's old nursemaid when he was just a young boy. Barnum was so sure of this that he actually allowed an autopsy to be performed on her body after died to verify her age. Regretfully the doctor came back and told him that Joice could not have been much older than eighty years of age. People believed Barnum when he said he honestly thought she was older because despite all of his hoaxes, in his autobiography he admitted to all of his tricks except Joice Heth. Others still don't believe him as after the scandal of her true age became known, he used his friend Levi Lyman to make a story in the Herald paper that the body that was examined was not the body of Joice Heth.
------ Barnum was a true man of the mystical world of carnivals and the circus and the freak show. He invented the three ring circus, he's the one who put it on the railroads. Made them travel and hit every corner of the U.S.A. But he was also a liar. At the end of the day, no one knew what the man was thinking and what he would come up with the next day. Joice was essentially a "freak" in the Freak Show. She became rich from it. She lived out her last days in style, she was famous, wealthy, comfortable and had the ever satisfying knowledge that she had fooled the world, maybe including the world's best business man of the time. There had to be some extra vindication there seeing as she was also a free black women in a time of slavery tricking thousands of rich white people out of their money. Mavericks, the both of them and they should be given their dues. But it was also people like them that attracted other schemers such as criminals to freak shows and the Circuses of the day which is what caused them to receive such a bad name. Even know, many times over, if you tell someone you're a carnie, part of them expects you to trick them, distract them as you rob them blind. Amyra, Miles and their family may be carnies, but they were also honest and trustworthy. The only tricks they will pull on you are those of a good hearted and fun nature. Every talent you see them perform is a real one. Amyra hated lies. Secrets she could handle but flat out lies? She didn't do well with them, guilt wise. If she wanted to, she was fantastic and pulling on over on others, she just preferred not to. She wasn't ashamed of anything in her current life. And her calling the Veria's her family was not a lie. No statement could hold more truth.
------ And it was also the truth that no one in her family enjoyed being pitied. her dad once mentioned that it was about as pleasant as being harassed. But simply trying to help was not pity, Amyra knew that. She looked at the newcomer curiously as he held the drinks in his hands. She grinned a bit as he handed them back as if he wanted to make sure they didn't think he was stealing them. Miles took his and just looked up at him a little abruptly, until "sorry. i'm roman. thought you needed help, but i was proven wrong quite quickly." Miles looked at him up and down as if he was assessing him. Amyra looked down at her and nudged him with her knee, he rolled his eyes at her before putting his up towards Roman, "Miles Veria." He stated his name, introducing himself to the stranger. Amyra knew Miles was never really fond of strangers, especially male teenage strangers. Mostly because that tended to be the group of people that harassed him the most. Amyra tried to understand but the fact of the matter is that she never could. And no one in her family would never understand her urge to be like them. She loved them but she feared they resented her a small amount for looking... well... looking good in a socially acceptable manner. She had to watch her loved ones be harassed because of their bodies and sometimes their lifestyle. But they had to have the guilt of knowing the only reason Amyra was ever harassed was because of their physical abnormalities. It wasn't fair to any of them. But Amyra wouldn't change a thing about her family accept maybe herself. She never told anyone this but she felt guilty about her body, she didn't want it.
------ Amyra put her hand out as well, "Amyra, his sister but I think you had that figured already." She added in a friendly tone. "there's a gas station at the corner here if you need some ice," Amyra raised her eyebrows and looked around, "Oh that's a good idea" She began when Miles intervened. "Why don't we just go home? It aint that bad." "Because I say so." "We have ice at home" Amyra grinned and shook her head, "yeah but might as well get some now." Miles looked as though he were about to object again when Amyra grinned and pointed to him, "Hey, who's the oldest here?" Miles looked at her with a prideful stubbornness, "Who's smarter?" Amyra raised her eyebrows, "And who's taller?" Miles laughed slightly and pinched her hip bone, "Who's heavier?" Amyra looked at him confused, "That's still me, sport." She said amused before Miles shook his head but began walking towards the gas station anyways, "Whatever you say Boney, you're just jealous of my muscles." Amyra laughed and shook her head as she began walking as well, waving the new boy to come along if he wanted when he spoke again. "if you don't mind me asking...you two are new in town?" Amyra turned around, walking backwards as she nodded, "Yep, its been a little more than a week since we rode in." She stated happily, "What about you, Hero? Local?"
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STATUS;; complete
TAGGED;; the epicness of roman
CREDITS;; format stolen from lainey, with a little tweaking by me
LYRICS;; 'look through my eyes' by phil collins
CLOTHES;; here
NOTES;; Yay on its way!!
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