In a world incorporating modern inventions (or at least, nearly; think video cassettes instead of DVDs and Walkmans instead of iPods) and magic alike, there is a certain traveling circus. Formerly called "Humperdink's Marvelous Medley of Majestic Marvels", it is now merely known as "Humperdink's Circus Marvels". It has garnered a name for itself for its fantastic acts, impressive blends of pure talent and magical effects that are employed by either the performers or people behind-the-scenes. Over twenty years ago, it started as a typical shabby, small-town road show and grew to dazzle crowds around the world. It is now in the middle of its Twenty-fifth Anniversary Tour, and performances are expected to be more original and incredible than ever....

What is your role on this exciting circus tour? Are you a performer with your own elaborately decorated caravan wagon, diligently working on your routines and signing autographs after shows? Do you work with the animals, perform daring high-flying stunts, or something else entirely that makes audiences gape in wonder? Or do you work behind the scenes to keep the show running; casting magical lights and effects, playing an instrument in the band, working with costumes and make-up, keeping the tent, touring caravan, and performers running? Or maybe you’re a circus groupie trailing the tour wherever it goes!

RULES:

1. No name-calling, no putting tacks on each other's chairs. In other words, play nice. Unless that's just your character.
2. No god-modding (this includes, if you’re a performer, having your act entirely involve magic… Gandalf thou art not).
4. Even though in this reality magic exists, there can’t be things like phoenixes or dragons or orcs or unicorns or elves in the circus, as they do not exist.... Sorry! Humankind and regular animals only. There can be slight anomalies like winged lions and such, since magic will inevitably have been used that way, but nothing overly drastic.

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Age:
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Wagon appearance (if you’re a performer; otherwise you share a trailer with others of your ilk):
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MEEEEE:

Name: Ri Haliae
Age: 18
Appearance: Long black hair that she wears in numerous small braids. She wears it plain, in a ponytail, or otherwise adorned for shows. For casual dress she usually just tosses on whatever’s in her closet; for shows she wears different kinds of traditional Asian garb.
Wagon appearance: blue with gold, serpent-like dragons for the border, and painted with large, white\silver lotus blossoms. There are several koi, white, black and orange, swimming around also. The dragons are carved out of the wagon’s wood, so they stand out.
Occupation: acrobat\fans\diabolos
Short bio: Ri is a “circus baby”; her mother was an elephant trainer, and her father was a “pyro-artist” (both now retired and back at home). When she was growing up, Ri thought that she might like to become an animal trainer, as well…. But ever since her mother’s leg was crushed by an elephant in an accident, confining her to a wheel-chair for life, Ri’s become paranoid of such animal-related accidents happening to her, as well. She hasn't lost her love for most animals, but she's rather skittish around anything larger than a baby horse.

With a small group of other girls whose routines are also Asian-influenced (sometimes their acts work together, and sometimes they’re just all out at the same time but separately), Ri’s act incorporates acrobatics, fans (large and small), and diabolos (Chinese yo-yos), all with a (un)healthy dose of special effects. Sometimes she’s required to switch the latter two out seamlessly- whether by keeping the required objects somewhere on her person so they can be whipped out instantly, or by having a magic-user standing by (it depends on the speed and difficulty of the move).

Ri can’t function without coffee in the mornings, and she likes relaxing with tea at the end of an eventful day. When she’s not working out or practicing her routines, she’ll venture over to the “community trailer” to watch movies, play video games, or jump her fellow circus buddies with her camera (whether for stills or movies; every time the circus tours she makes a "documentary" of sorts)- otherwise she’s in her wagon reading, knitting, and\or listening to music. She hates traveling long distances (any commute that lasts more than five days) because it makes her tired. But that's life in the circus....

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Love it, love it, love it! If I may, I’d like to join this RP as an AU version of my character Gin… after all, she is a member of a traveling circus herself. Please let me know if the Bio is acceptable.

Name: Gin
Age: 21
Occupation: Circus Jester/Animal Handler

Appearance: [See Avatar and This Image!]
Gin is a somewhat gangly looking woman with the slightest slouch in her stance. Her brown skin so deep and rich, her thigh length hair, a glossy dark blue, uniquely styled in three spiral curls, one covering her right eye, leaving one shining silver-grey eye revealed. Her full lips shaped into a smile so sweet, and mischievous, but the dark circle around her eye gives her a haunting appearance.

Whether on stage or not, Gin is always dressed in black and white horizontal stripes… and she always carries and odd silver pocket watch.

Wagon appearance: Gin, a bit of loner, prefers to stay with the animals, watching over them late into the night until she eventually drifts to sleep.

Short bio:
Five years ago, on the night of a harsh thunderstorm, Gin was being taken to the hospital so that her severe injuries could be treated. But along the way, as she explained how she obtained this damage, she was abruptly abandoned by her older sister, instantly disowned by her only remaining family member, told to never come home until she was ‘sane and learned true values.’ She was kicked out of the car and left on the side of the road, with nothing more than a hearty ‘Good Riddance.’ She was left to wander the streets in the pouring rain, bloodstains on her clothing and hair, her hands clasped tightly over right eye, yet and odd, twisted smile on her face.

In the background, beneath the thunder, she could hear the restless cries of weakened creature, following the sound she was lead to Humperdink's Circus Marvels, people were swarming, eager for the show, but the storm had left some of the animals feeling uneasy. Gin snuck to a cage with a large tiger inside… the creature she heard calling out… she recklessly stuck her hand inside the cage and touched the tigers nose, only to get her arm slashed. Her cry of pain announced her presence to those around her.

At first glance, with Gin’s bloody and frail-looking figure slouched beside the cage, they feared that she had been mauled. Panicked voices were calling back and forth, scared faces staring at her, but Gin still had a smile plastered across her face, even as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness… she could just barely feel as someone brushed her hair from over her right eye, only to be followed by the sound of sickened screams. Even still, all Gin could utter before passing out was ‘That tiger is very ill, I can hear it in her voice, you have to help her.’

When she came to, she was wrapped in bandages, laying in a wagon with a small group of people around her. Each of them began to talk a mile a minute, asking questions, apologizing for the tigers behavior. Some questions, like ‘How did all of this happen to you?’ were left unanswered. Gin herself had a question of her own… she requested to join the circus as a Jester and Animal handler, a combo that she guessed was odd, judging from the looks on their faces.

She was allowed to join, but had to struggle, learn, and train day and night to prove that she could live up to the positions that she so eagerly requested. It took her a long while, but in this past year, little by little she began to perform, using her love of antics and animals to create acts that the crowd seemed to enjoy. But even with her bright smile and bouncy stage presence, Gin remains an outsider, often preferring the company of animals rather than her fellow performers. When relaxing with the others she tends to hang on the sidelines, sketching quietly. Even after five years, no one knows much about her, no one knows why she arrived that night, injured and bloody, no one knows of the sister that abandoned her, but some have a feeling that there are dark secrets behind her smile.

(Gin © 2006 Alicia R. Thomas)

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Huzzah! A circus!

Name: Sabri

Age: 20

Occupation: Aerialist

Appearance: Sabri has long, dark reddish-brown hair and light brown eyes. She is slender but strong, and wears tight clothing that won't weigh her down in the air.
Wagon appearance: light gray with clouds surrounding the top half, and the silhouette of a woman in the air, arched toward the ground.

Short bio: Sabri grew up climbing trees, water towers, the sides of buildings...if you named it and she hadn't climbed it yet, she would soon rectify the 'problem'. So, naturally, the moment she laid eyes on a trapeze, she fell in love. This moment was during a performance of Humperdink's Circus Marvels, and the moment the crowd had dispersed she walked up to the first performer she saw and asked them how she could join. That was three years ago.

Each time Sabri is asked about her family, and her reasons for leaving town so abruptly with a band of people she had only just met, she gives a different reply: each more outlandish than the one preceding it, and all of them obviously false. She says them all with a slight grin, inviting the questioner to laugh with her, but never reveals more about her past than she absolutely must.

She performs with a few other aerialists, combining static, swinging, and flying trapeze stunts. Off the job, she is easygoing but very hyper, especially right after a show.

Name: Lucas Kane

Age: 31

Occupation: Mind-Reader / Psychic.

Appearance: Short-ish dark brown hair, slicked back. Slim, wiry, slightly muscley build. 5'9" height.



Wagon Appearance: Not assigned a separate wagon yet, due to my "newbie" status; only just got picked up by the circus.

Short Bio: Lucas is wanted for murder! It's unfortunately a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

A woman is standing with her baby in her arms. Her apartment is covered in flames but amid the madness, she is calm. She appears to be looking straight into Lucas' eyes, despite the fact that he isn't there. As her face becomes consumed by the flames around her, the door slams shut.

It was several minutes before Lucas came to. Certain that he had just witnessed a vision, Lucas rushed to the apartment he had seen. It was in the same building as his own and as he reached the door, he found it standing ajar. Opening the door completely, he was met with a wall of searing heat that prevented him from moving any further in. At that moment, sirens could be heard outside and the sounds of footsteps got louder. Lucas, not wanting to deal with any questioning, escaped, unaware that he was leaving behind evidence of his presence through his blackened footprints, and the fingerprints on the door.

It is 7 years later and Lucas has all but managed to become invisible, from society. That is, until the police decided to re-open the murder/arson case. It appears that several people have recognised him from a TV special on horrific crimes of the recent past, and phoned in to alert the authorities. And it seems that Lucas was able to see this in what had become an almost commonplace occurence for him... a vision.

Going on the run again, it wasn't long before Lucas came across Humperdink's Circus Marvels. With the anonymity surrounding the performers' personal lives, this could be the salvation he was looking for.

He tried to join, but realised he didn't have anything to offer. Yet it was during the interview that he witnessed another vision. Although minor, he assured the concerned interviewer that he was fine and told him what he had seen. Sure enough, what he explained came to pass, and he was offered a position in the circus right there on the spot.

Lucas explained that he couldn't control when the visions occur, nor are they consistent. Regardless, the circus decided to let him stay among them while they figured out a use for his "talent", be it performing or something more important.

This is how Lucas came to be a part of the circus, although he has only been with them for a week so far.. and so far useless.

As I have no original thought in my head (either that or I'm lazy), I'm just going to go with a character I know and modify him.

Name: Dick (Richard) Grayson, Stage Name: The Robin

Age: 18

Occupation: Natural acrobat, performs on the trapeze.

Appearance: Performance Outfit:
http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m263/SWFML/robin1280.jpg
http://www.comicbookresources.com/images/previews/cci2003_dc/big/Robin.jpg
http://www.joeacevedo.com/images/figurezone/dcdfigures/dcdrobin.jpg
http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs13/f/2007/068/f/a/Robin_by_Ammotu.jpg
http://fc01.deviantart.com/images3/i/2004/098/4/8/Robin.jpg

Out of costume:
http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m263/SWFML/dg2.jpg
http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m263/SWFML/dg1.jpg


Note on all pics: NO cape, NO gloves, NO bo staff and NO mask, other than that it's the same. His parents outfits are the same as his, only no 'R' on their chests.

Wagon appearance: A red wagon with big green lettering on one side that says "The Flying Graysons feat. The Robin", and on the other side painted pictures of his parents with him in the middle, all of them in their costumes.

Short bio: Note: I am greatly changing the origin story of this character. Some things will be similar, but NO Batman/Bruce Wayne will be involved.

Dick grew up in the circus with his parents, John Frederick Grayson and Mary Lloyd Grayson. From a young age his parents could tell that he would be a great acrobat, so they started training him. He is currently one of the best acrobats in the circus, the only ones better than him being his parents. He does trapeze acts with his parents as 'The Flying Graysons' as well as some solo acts as 'The Robin' and occasional acts with Sabri. He wakes up early to train with his parents, spends the afternoon helping out some of the crew, either backstage or other performers, and spends his evenings in the "community trailer", chatting with the other performers and watching movies. While he has no 'magic powers' his natural abilities make him a great act to watch.

They all sound great! Thanks so much for signing up! Currently we've got five people to play.... Guess we'll wait at least one more day for any others who might want to sign up before we start! YAAAYYY!! >o< *jumps around*

Loreth think she will join,Loreth having trouble on thinking of what to be

"Aww, you poor thing."

*Pats Loreth on the head."

"It'll be OK."

It's fine, Loreth! What are you having trouble with?

*kicks Pyro* Oh, be nice Pyro! You cheated on yours!

Do you want some help Loreth?

Jabberwock wrote:*kicks Pyro* Oh, be nice Pyro! You cheated on yours!

Lol Cheated! xD

I'd like to help as well Loreth, maybe your characters occupation should be something that we don't yet have, to make things more well rounded.

me too!

Name: Lydia
Age: 19

Occupation:
costume design and creation

Appearance:
Lydia is 1.60 metre high, even though this isn't the greates height, her mature building makes her look like an odd mix between a little girl and mature woman. Her hair is from her birth a shade of hay with a bit of golden into it, especially after a good summer, and yet it is not unusual to see her with an outstanding haircolor, that only lasts for a day.
She has a lovely pale teint, even though she can be seen sitting outsite quit often, due to a sunblocker as her skin is delicat and easily burned (Or so she says). Her clothes varies with her mood, but usually she wears crasy dresses, mostly in the goth style (piccy will come later)

Short bio:
Lydia has since she wqas little been taught the handicraft of sewing, knitting, crochet and everything else involving thread or cloth. She is quit the trickster, and if she doens't think that a costume is good enough, even though the performer asked for only that, she changes it, and her sometimes eccentric ideas are, almost, always better. Even though a performer should look for needles in their costumes before trying, as she has a bad habit of forgetting one hither and pither, and things even worse if he or she has pissed her off.
How and why she joined the cirkus, nobody really remembers, only that it has about five or six years since and her abillity showed to be implaceable for everybody.
She is usually found doing something with her hands near someplace hot, as she dreads any temperature below 10 degree celsius, preferably in the sun.
Nobody dares to touch her working kit (now you've been warned )

Hooray, we are ready to begin!!! I thank all of you for signing up, this is going to be so much fun.

And just because we're beginning doesn't mean that sign-ups aren't allowed anymore. Anyone can still sign-up if they wish and get in on all the good circus-y action!

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It was her best act yet. All the other girls’ acts had paled horribly in comparison to hers... Soon the magic-casters didn’t even bother to keep the spotlights on them. They weren’t worth it. She was the show-stopper now. She had the eye-catching flare... that unbeatable style.

She’d been nervous before the show began, but now she found herself wondering why... When she was performing so fantastically. The music accompanied her routine perfectly- because it had been written for her. The special effects she had dictated herself, all by herself, and they had never been flashier. The audience was dazzled... impressed beyond words. Yes, this was her moment. From now on, she would be the star of the circus... Her face would be the one beaming down on people from banners, and out at them from TV screens. Not that old fart Humperdink’s... Even he would see past his moustache for once and pamper her shamelessly. His hot new prima donna! She’d have to beat off other circus contractors with sticks....

On this thought she stopped, her long braids flying around her in a perfect flowing arc, as she threw up her brightly-colored fans, then stretched out her arms and flawlessly caught the diabolo falling down upon its string… Then she was spinning, faster and faster, impossibly fast- her rhythm was perfect- the crowd was on its feet, drowning out the music with their cheering- but they were in for a surprise, for she was leading up to the grand finale that would stamp the seal on her future life of stardom…

She spun to a halt, not even dizzy, and gathered the diabolo in and bent to execute a triple back-flip, followed by-

“WAKE UP CALL! WAKE UP CALL!”

Ri shrieked as she simultaneously snapped awake and tumbled out of bed, the sheets tangled all around her in a sloppy, yet too-close-for-comfort parody of a straightjacket. Windmilling her arms frantically inside their bindings before realizing that this wasn’t particularly helping, she groaned in exasperation as she slowly and methodically started to free herself.

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!!” An obnoxiously loud voice yelled over and over again.

“Shaddup!” Ri yelled back at it rather uselessly as she managed to pull her left leg free and stood up, shaking off the limp sheets still clinging around her right ankle.

“EVERYBODY UP NOW PLEASE!!” The voice continued on relentlessly. “MEET IN FRONT OF THE COMMUNITY TRAILER AT ONCE!! THIS IS URGENT AND IT’S GOING TO BE YOUR TAILS THAT’LL GET SET ON FIRE IF YOU’RE NOT ON TIME!!!!”

There was a huge THUNK as the message ended and the speaker turned off whatever he was using to amplify his voice.

Ri snapped on the bedside lamp and shuffled around her bed towards her rather diminutive closet. What’s the emergency...? She asked herself woozily as she stubbed her toe hard on one of the bed legs, which served to hasten the speed of her mental awakening. Rubbing her eyes ferociously with one hand, she reached out into her closet with the other and grabbed the first articles of clothing it came into contact with. She quickly changed out of her favorite toadstool jammies with her eyes closed in the futile, senseless hope that this might add to her hours of sleep somehow before walking extremely reluctantly outside.

Then she went right back inside and grabbed her video camera, making sure it had a fresh tape inside before turning it on and focusing the lens on her face.

"Hey... Hey," she croaked and tried again, clearing her throat. "Ri here. Monday, third week of the tour, and what a lovely way to start it off." She didn't bother to conceal the sarcasm in her voice. "Apparently there's an 'emergency' that needs us to be up and out at 4:17 in the morning.... Let's go see what it is so we know if we need to kill anybody, or merely inflict some serious bodily harm."

Turning the camera around so that it was filming in front of her, she headed out the door.

It was barely even light out, she noticed with a sort of fuzzy, distant rage as she met up with Minerva, one of the magic-casters. Her greeting of, “Hey, Ri” was barely discernable through a gigantic yawn.

“Hi,” Ri replied, swinging the camera around to focus on her companion, all the while doing her best to downsize on vocalization- or anything that required expending extra energy, for that matter. At least until she could get some caffeine and\or sugar into her blood.

Minerva ignored the camera (she was all too used to it already) and stretched, running her hands through her short, spiky blond hair before starting up a light that floated above their heads as they walked. “So what do you think he wants?” She glanced sideways at Ri as she talked, quirking an eyebrow as the improved light allowed her to take in her companion’s garb properly for the first time.

“Nice,” she commented.

“Huh?” Ri looked down at herself. “Oh.”

A bright pink T-shirt with a rather rude face printed on it clashed marvelously with lime-green capris, glittery blue flowers running up and down the sides. Her younger sister had sent her those capris… She’d sworn to herself she’d never wear them… Had thought she could get away with dumping them off on Saturday...

Her thoughts were broken by a snigger from Minerva. “Be quiet,” she grumbled. “I’m tired. And I’m about to be humiliated in front of everyone... this had better be important....”

They reached the community trailer where a small crowd had already gathered. Saturday, her hair pulled back into a quick-fix ponytail, waved them over. Like some others in the crowd, she hadn’t bothered to change, only thrown on a thick, fuzzy, sky-blue bathrobe. “Hi, Ri, Minerva... Oh, those are so cute! Funny, I haven’t seen you wear them before.” Her eyes fastened on the capris, then traveled up to the rude-faced shirt. “Umm, but with that shirt...?”

Ri thought now was the time to divert the conversation away from her closet mishap. “Oh really? You want them? They’re, uh, kind of small on me.”

Saturday grinned; the diversion tactic had worked. “Yeah! Really? You sure, because-”

The trailer door burst open, revealing a chubby man in a red-and-white striped bathrobe, holding a megaphone beneath his rather large, floofy brown moustache. “OKAY, EVERYONE HERE?” He yelled into it. Ri, Minerva, and Saturday all winced. There were cries of protest and someone shouted, “Humperdink, turn it off! We can all hear you!”

There were several amplified “Harrumph!”s, then the same loud THUNK Ri had heard earlier as Humperdink switched the megaphone off and handed it to someone in the crowd. “Here you go, Theo, thank you…”

Murderous glares zeroed in on Theo, who clutched the megaphone to him fearfully and stammered, “I-It’s not my fault- He threatened- He made me enhance it! I swear I didn’t want to!”

Unaware of all this, Humperdink clasped his hands behind his back and began again. “So, everyone’s… Yes, yes, good. Now. A very serious offense has been committed, very serious indeed. I must know who the perpetrator is… If he is present, stand forth now! You know your crime, and if you admit it immediately, I just might let you off easy…”

Silence stretched on for several moments as everyone glanced around both shiftily and curiously at everybody else. Finally, when it was clear that nobody was going to step forward, Humperdink cleared his throat, his moustache quivering in anger. “Very well! If you want to be that way… Nobody had better be protecting them, now! I want them found! I want them found straightaway! Nobody gets away with messing with Humperdink’s property, nobody-”

“Uh, Humperdink?” Someone broke in. “What happened?”

His moustache started quivering even more. “Somebody thought it would be amusing to make off with... my original copy of The Estates that was autographed by Romona Randell herself!!”

“The Estates? Isn’t that the name of some opera? One of the ones you’re always listening to?” Somebody else demanded.

“That is correct. And also-”

“So you’re telling us you woke us up at this ungodly hour because you’re missing a stupid tape?” A new arrival, Fara the horse trainer, shrieked. “Do you know what that stupid megaphone of yours did to the horses? They were sleeping peacefully, and then suddenly, your horrible shouting! Spooked them but good! The other trainers and I had the hardest time getting them to calm down- had to resort to tranq spells, which they hate, and they’ll be even more difficult once the spells wear off, you’re lucky we don’t have any shows today-”

More and more people chimed in, all protesting against Humperdink’s obsessive love of the arts. “No, no,” he blustered. “You don’t understand, this was an original, autographed-”

“We don’t care! It’s just a tape! It’ll turn up sometime, you probably just kicked it under your bed!”

Muttering darkly, the crowd broke up as everyone drifted back to their respective dwellings. Humperdink shouted after them, with no results.

“This.... was a complete waste of time,” Ri grumbled to Saturday as they walked off. The camera was turned off, as it was clear everything was over. “And now I have a headache from that stupid megaphone. We still have a little while before we have to get up, and now I won’t be able to go back to sleep!”

“Then... why not come over? I’m sure I can whip up some tea or something... We can have some together until it’s time to start the day,” Saturday offered.

Ri shook her head. “No, no, I never said I wasn’t going to try... Later....”

Rubbing her forehead, she made her way back to her wagon, put the camera away and collapsed upon her bed, clumsily dragging the sheets up from the floor. She began to mumble a curse directed at her boss into her pillow, but never got to finish it as she fell sleep.

(geez, write a novel will ya )

“WAKE UP CALL! WAKE UP CALL!”

Dick sprung awake, accidentally rolling himself off his bed, hitting the floor with a THUMP. What does the old guy want now? Dick got up, putting on some sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!!”

"Mom, Dad. Humperdink's getting us up, again."

"We heard him."

Dick threw some ramen into the microwave.

“EVERYBODY UP NOW PLEASE!! MEET IN FRONT OF THE COMMUNITY TRAILER AT ONCE!! THIS IS URGENT AND IT’S GOING TO BE YOUR TAILS THAT’LL GET SET ON FIRE IF YOU’RE NOT ON TIME!!!!”

I'm not leaving without my ramen.

"Dick, we better get going." John said, stumbling out of the bedroom half asleep.

"Wait on it..."

DING

"Ramen's done. Ok, I'm outta here. See ya there Dad." Dick said as he left the trailer with his breakfast.

Sleeping as she usually did with her headphones on and radio playing Celtic music at full blast, Sabri was lucky to hear the wake up call. As it was, she had only gotten the end of it, but the words 'get set on fire if you're not here on time', got the message across just fine.

Mumbling some choice words about the corrupting nature of power, she rolled off her floor-level mattress and started fumbling around in the darkness for some clothes.

After a brief mishap involving her shirt and the cord of her headphones, she was dressed in a long t-shirt with the circus's slogan on it, and a pair of boxer shorts. It was too early to be picky.

She trudged out of her trailer barefoot, stretched, then skipped towards the community trailer. Sabri laughed as she watched "The Robin" walk toward her eating a bowl of ramen.

"You're eating already? You should change your name from Robin to Oinker."

Ignoring his reply for the most part, she skipped ahead and watched the rest of the tired camp trickle in. Ignoring the instructions on where to go, she wound up at the fence near Dick and his father about halfway through the commotion and balanced on top of it, bending her knees so that Humperdink wouldn't see more than the top of her head.

About halfway through the announcement, Sabri rolled her eyes and turned to Dick. "Well wasn't that a nice little break. I mean, it's not like any of us actually like sleeping."

She hopped off the fence. "You two want to get some coffee, or you going to try to catch a few more hours?"