Constance's posts

"Alright, Constance. We won fair and square. No more riddles.
You can give us the big boy work now. ”

Vyc slightly raising his octave to appear friendly.
Constance gives a hesitant giggle while looking down at her feet, as she circles her shoe in the dirt making meaningless shapes.
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"Oh, worry not my decorative dermis.
The riddles shall stop in all fairness.
You have been and will be helpful in other ways.
You just don’t know it yet. Sorry- life’s a craze.”

Something about her tone didn’t seem to fit the playful narrative to Vyc. For a moment a pinching guilt nabbed at his chest
as it sinks in a bit deeper than before that she’s likely just a typical kid, like any other; that has a lot of pressure on her and
wanted some form of emotional release. At the end of the day, it must be hard being a full time worker at her age, clown or no clown.
Extending his hand out, Vyc pats her head and tells her she did a real good job. Detailing how she made the volunteers laugh and
have a good time. At first Constance seems startled . Her eyes meet his confused for a moment. Drips of Vyc’s empathy for her
can be felt from his touch and she pulls away in recoil. Quickly, she recovers back in character. Excessively dusting off her pants
that didn’t need to be dusted and reinstating her trained demeanor.

" Alright, alright, that was just a sneak peek! If we hang out any longer, my show will reek.
Off be with you all, to the seats in the tent. Thanks for letting my riddles have a good vent. Good bye, and farewell!
But hush hush, others do not tell!”

Vyc lingered, letting most of the volunteers get a head start. His guilt still left him with a compulsion to give praise to Constance
that he figured she doesn’t hear enough. "I hope you regularly remind yourself of how good you are doing.
Working to help make others happy. Quite noble, if ya ask me. Take care of yourself, kiddo.” Vyc says smiling while
walking away, waving good bye with his back turned.
Constance contemplated his words for a moment and how they made her feel. Then- rapidly shaking her head to dismiss the thought.

"How good I’m doing? No I don’t.
I can’t and I won’t.”
"Was th-that really all you wa-wanted them to do, Connie?”
Constance looks up to see Ran, the Sky Princess of the circus:
her fellow friend and barely older sister from the orphanage.
Ran, presently donning a robe over her outfit- likely to prevent unfinished makeup from flaking off onto it,
prompts Constance to follow her back to the makeup room within the tent.
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"Truth is, I have a lot of tasks that are egregious and overwhelmingly high.
But I’m far too controlling with those, my volunteers would prematurely die.”
Constance states blandly while leaning on the desk and mirror set Ran is doing the final touches of her makeup at as she pulls out
her own calculator and pen to finish tallying some loose ends.
"You only rh-rhyme around me when you are stressed …Is there something I can help you with? I have a good piece
of free time ri-right now.” Placing her fake eyelashes and fanning them so that the glue may dry quicker, Ran turns back
to face Constance, unashamed of how silly she probably looks fanning her eyes aggressively. Constance stifles her chuckle.
"My bad. Just been harder for me to break character lately, ya know?
I’m still envious of how you approach every job…always so cool and…disturbingly chipper”
Constance starts biting at her fingernails out of nervous habit. Clearly distracted by anxiety inducing thoughts.
Ran decides to close the case of makeup in front of her, so to give Constance more honest attention. She scrunches her lips for
a moment and twiddles her fingers as she tries to sort how to approach something of a lighter subject.
"Constance!! How about when this show is over I teach you how to do ma-ma-makeup?”
Ran suggests with extra pep in her tone and eyes full of hope that this would change the mood for the better.
A fire now returning to Constance’s tone from the previous funk she was in, she lashes her head away from the
calculator towards Ran defensively.

"Are you seriously suggesting that I do not 'know how' to do my own clown make up? ??
Ran’s facial expression shifts from alarmed, to confused to a laughing acceptance of the miscommunication.
" No, you silly girl. I don’t mean c-clown makeup. I mean fe-feminine makeup! Getting DOLLED up.”
The tenseness that could initially be seen on Constance’s face quickly fades to nonchalant. Which is still a win for Ran’s efforts
considering Connie is no longer gnawing at her nails anymore. "Oh…But I always have to wear clown make up.
So what would be the point? My face needs to breathe on non performance days if I don’t wanna look like a pepperoni pizza.”
Ran popped up over Constance’s shoulder startling her. Her silent movements, famously spooking her over the years.
The look of excitement and anticipation filled in Ran’s eyes gave Constance nothing but heebie-jeebies as she knew
Ran was already plotting and planning a non-consensual glitzy glammy bonding session.
The point is, imagi-gining a life, outside of the circus. Don’t you w-want to fall in love someday??”
Retreating back to her chair, Ran twirls around in it while looking to the ceiling so to more easily envision her thoughts while talking.

"Life outside, huh? Didn't know you were such an idealist, Ran...”
Constance was being sarcastic, but Ran didn’t catch it.
"You don’t have to be an i-idealist to have goals! Makeup also has other uses too! Like if you aren’t fe-feeling
well on a specific day, it can help hide your tiredness, ya k-know? People perceive you differently and with m-more respect.
It can be liberating.” After trailing off, Ran realizes Constance is no longer beside her and is now in a distant corner;
counting and organizing money from the last minute ticket sales. Frustrated, Ran whines out.
"C-CONNIEEEEE!”
Constance turns to re-acknowledge Ran, blankly. Still not ceasing muttering numbers under her breath as she continues to count.

"Did you hear a-anything I said!”
"Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one flippin hundred! Times nine full piles, equals $900
in last minute ticket sales. And yes, dear sister, I was listening. Makeup may mask problems, and make you feel empowered.
Money however, can FIX problems. Money can buy and become power. Spending money on makeup therefore feels
irrational to me.” Placing the stacked and separated piles of income into a safe, Constance locks it and sits ontop of it,
resting her face in the palm of her hand while giving her attention back to Ran.

"Ba-bad Doggo! Much chastising. Such cli-cliché.” Ran teases with her eyes widening as wide can be.
In response, Constance hops up and begins clucking like a bird in a competitively more exaggerative fashion.
"Sorry (cluck) TRASH DOVE (cluck), can’t hear youuuuuuu. (cluck, cluck)”
Ran laughs and dabs her eyes carefully with cloth, so not to smudge any of the fine detail work she achieved on her look.
"W-well this conver-versation turned into a trainwreck qu-quick.”

"Not as much of a trainwreck as it is your efforts into doing your makeup on non-work days;
despite the fact the object of your affection is uh, BLIND!”
Ran’s face scrunches up in a flare of annoyance and she raises the mascara in her hand threatening to throw it at Constance,
who in response giggles and slips behind the curtain as Lin announces her on stage. A cleverly timed comment.
"Looooove youuuuuuu.” being the last thing she states before completely dashing off.
"What a b-brat.” Ran says to herself in a mild hissy. Despite her heart low key stinging at
Constance’s comment, she takes a deep breath that lets her forgive her on exhale. Sealing up the cap of her eye liner,
Ran stares herself in the mirror sadly before flicking the lights off. Constance has enough ethical integrity to not tease
Ran for her stammer, but struggles to understand what jokes may or may not hurt others.
The troupe as a whole often forgives her, knowing she means no harm and just in her own way, struggles to socialize.