SELL YOUR SOUL, BREEZY

[MAX ENGEL BURKHARD]

- MY HEARTBEAT STUMBLES -
and my backbone crumbles,

It was another day of not so quiet and not so safe practice for Max. The practice arena was void of any other activity other than his own and he took full advantage of this, blasting his radio with a mixed CD playing (and occasionally skipping). Whenever he was debating on what to do next or how to get out of an awkward situation he would absentmindedly nod his head to the heavy beat of drums and wrinkle his nose at the sound of wailing guitars. Every now and then he would stray from doing something that would simply be considered stupid though. Sometimes shoving swords down your throat didn’t get enough of that adrenaline pumping. Okay, that wasn’t completely true considering sticking a large, sharp object into your mouth was kind of frightening every time you did it but Max supposed that it was time to do something else. Now he was no specialist in grace and looking pretty but he sure wouldn’t mind climbing up those ropes and ladders and hanging around from those swings and silky things. It wasn’t really his department unless he was getting thrown off into something… or something… so he never got to play around with heights much and that was what had started his obsession, wasn’t it? Climbing this beachside cliffs and jumping around the rocks had been what got him here.

Needless to say, Max had rather hastily pulled the sword from his throat, dropped it back on the knee high table he put most of his things on and then hurried over to one of the ladders that the tightrope walkers were constantly climbing up and down. Currently there was a large net underneath it for the tightrope walkers’ safety and Max supposed he could use it as well for whenever he felt like getting off.

When he reached the top he cocked his head curiously, analyzing the thin rope that started before him and ended off at the other platform. He wasn’t so sure about balancing across the entire thing but it wouldn’t kill him to try it out.

Mimicking the acts he had seen over and over, Max raised his arms up to his sides and carefully stepped on the rope. In an instant he found himself wobbling and placing one of his feet back on the platform for balance. He scowled down at the rope, blowing a tuff of hair from his features before looking back up at the task ahead of him. With a deep breath he took off onto the rope. It swayed beneath his indelicate walk and his arms flailed in a strange fashion at his sides until he eventually just fell over and found himself in the net minutes later. He furrowed his brow and raised his hand, giving the rope the finger.

“Well you can go right to hell,” he told the inanimate object very casually.

He didn’t stay there for long. He got his arms loose from the tiny tangles they were in and then crawled off of the net and jumped back to the floor. He backed up, surveying the tightrope again. That bastard… he’d get across it one way another and he was already working on that. He had climbed right back up to the platform and was trying all over again. This time he started off slow and still found himself falling into the net. He cursed very lightly and was back up. Again and again he repeated this, rolling his eyes or swearing to God every time he was back in the safety of the net. His stubborn determination was not going to let him quite though.

Max again found himself looking down at his enemy… the tightrope. His brows were furrowed with determination and his hands were placed stubbornly on the tops of his hips. He went forward again, raising his arms, holding his breath as he started across. He looked extremely pissed off in his concentration. Again he found himself losing his balance but this time he grabbed the rope, catching it under his armpits. He squinted his eyes, pushing away the strain he felt under his arms and started to try and lift himself back onto the rope (not sure how he’d do it but he was going to, damn it). He failed miraculously and eventually gave in with something that sounded like a snarl. He fell back into the net and sighed.

“You dirty whore,” he told the rope. “Not as easy as you look, huh?”

- - - THEY WANT BLOOD - - -
and they'll kill for it

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

Boy had it been a busy day. Not because it was her first day, it wasn't but she had many things that the young dare devil wanted to do! She was finally excited to get to see the final look of her costume, which had stayed in the dressing room, but trying it on was fun. It was everything she hoped for and more, plus it was very comfortable. She knew that her new job was going to be fun.

She couldn't really even think back to a day when she was looking forward to actually practicing. Back in Russia, Breezy wanted to pull her eyes out, knowing how much practice she was going to have to put her body through. That type of ' job ' in that place was not fun...not fun at all. The fact that she probably would be spending some time in the practice arena gave her enough energy as is, but of course before she did that, she had other goals she needed to work on. Such as working out. Before she practiced anything, she always needed to go run or something. It just helped her body warm up and prepare for the amount of damage she might do to it. Luckily though, her body was well used to that type of routine. Making it become a piece of cake.

She could remember the days that she has spent in her room, her muscles cramp and trying to heal themselves. Gosh that was the worst pain ever. Normally Breezy could handle any type of pain, but not the sore pain. God damn did that hurt. Though she had been playing her cards right and pushed her herself when it was needed and took time off when that was needed. It was all a game she needed to play correctly with her body. Or else she wouldn't be able to take the risks she wanted.

Lets just say Breezy worked her ass off in order to get were she was and now all that was left was practicing. Even though she wasn't brand new to the circus, she hadn't been with it long enough to preform yet. She also didn't even really know anyone. Besides the nice lady that made her costume, there was no friends Breezy had. Whether she ended up with friends or not, Breezy honestly didn't care. She was more focused with putting her life at risk.

With a light layer of sweat on her palish-tan skin, she made her way to her room for a quick moment to change into fresh clothes. To Breezy, the clothes she wore helped whether or not she did well with practicing. If she was comfortable, she would practice better and move around better. The only thing Breezy wasn't sure of is what she should practice. She really didn't have anything specific, at least no one told her what she should practice. Of course though, the one thing she was good at was winging it.

With a fresh pair of clothes on her body, she made her way to the practice arena , her heart pounding. Why was she feeling so nervous? It was weird... she never felt really this frightened about something, though she did realize that she just didn't want to get in anyone's way. Nearing her way to the practice arena, she stopped in the door way. Her blue eyes fell upon the figure already there, holding her breath. What was he doing? She had seemed to catch him right in time, watching him fall from the tight rope and into the net, just catching what he was saying. Of course tight ropes were harder then they looked. In a way it was like a ballet. The ballerina's jobs were there to make ballet look easy and graceful, when really... it was just as hard as any other hard core sport. It took more then just leaping across the stage and with the tight rope.. it took more then just balance.

She knew it probably wasn't her place to give advice just yet, but she really didn't know who this man was. If he was a tight rope walker, maybe her background in balance might help him. With a few steps into the room, she placed her hands on her hips, a smirk on her pink lips. " Try using your core for balance.. don't rush. Takes both mental and physical strength." She told him, her voice airy and soft, with a small hint of tease.

With curious blue eyes, she pulled then away from the man in the net and looked around, a sigh escaping her lips. " but i really wouldn't know. Im not trained in walking across a rope." She added with a light chuckle, her voice echoing throughout the room.

[MAX ENGEL BURKHARD]

- MY HEARTBEAT STUMBLES -
and my backbone crumbles,

The daredevil quirked a brow and tightened his fingers around the netting of the rope so that he could push himself up and turn his head back. When he did he squinted his eyes and raised his brows at the blond girl entering the tent. He gave her a huff and an annoyed sort of stare when she gave her bit of advice to him. He turned his head back in the opposite direction and found himself smirking, tilting his head back to look up toward the looming rope. He obviously was going to go ahead and take her advice into account simply because he hadn’t thought of it yet and would use anything he could work with to beat that foe up above. But seeing as he had no idea who that girl was, he wasn’t going to go flashing his gratitude at her just yet. Nah, he wanted to play with her a little bit if he could and see if he could get her to feel nervous. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with him mentally, but he enjoyed getting a little nervous stir out of people before they really got to know him. Maybe it was to put them into their ‘new performer’ place or something. That kind of made him sound like an ass hat though.

Max pursed his lips, looking in her direction once again.

So she wasn’t some tightrope walker or aerialist who knew all about this? He hadn’t known that… he hadn’t known a thing about her, in fact. Thus his assumptions that she was new and it was obvious a correct assumption on his part. He felt his curiosity get the best of him now as he pushed upward again and stood balanced in the center of the net. He turned to face her, taking careful steps in her direction while keeping on the net. He crossed his arms over his chest giving the girl an arrogant smile as he steadied himself at the edge of the net, his toes curling around it.

“New then?” he asked her in a smooth roll of words. “I can tell.” Not really… just by the fact that he hadn’t seen her. “If walking along that bitch isn’t your thing then what do you do blondie?”

After a few little swings on the net from bending his knees slightly, Max jumped off from it and walked over toward the radio that he had screaming. The CD had come to an end and the awkward silence was really killing him. So instead of letting it stay silent he used his big toe to click the CD option off. Instantly music filled the room, the sounds of heavy metal and deep voices. He didn’t bother with turning it down, daring to see if he could push this girl into annoyance or not. If she could handle him then he guessed that she would alright with him. Not that even that would save her from having him glower over her or pick at everything that she did. Then again, he may hardly see her. He tried to make himself known around her but there were a lot of other performers and he found that having them all remember his name was really difficult. With time he guessed that they could come to know him… he’d be sure of it!

Max bent forward, sliding the hilt of the sword back into his hand before standing straight up again. He squinted one eye and watched the sword shine against the light coming in from the top of the tent and the entrance way. Good weather meant good light. He tapped the point of the sword against the ground turning his eyes back onto the girl. He narrowed his stare at her, looking suspicious.

“Max,” he finally said. “Just Max. You have a name too, yeah?”

- - - THEY WANT BLOOD - - -
and they'll kill for it

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

Kara wasn't wanting someone to kiss her ass for giving advice. If he used it great, if he didn't whatever. She honestly didn't care. She barely knew the man and that was that. Letting her eyes continue to wonder around the tent, she let a small sigh escape her lips. What was she supposed to do...or practice? That was what her main goal was. Hopefully this man could help her out or something. That is, if he wanted to. If he didn't then awesome, she knew she could probably find someone else around here to help her out.

Hearing him stand up, she turned on her heels with a graceful step and stared at him with a rather amused expression on her face. She crossed her own arms along her chest and raised an eyebrow, watching him carefully. Carni's were awesome people, but she needed to watch her back that was for sure. When he asked if she was knew, she gave a simple nod , letting him continue with what he was saying.

That was a good question though.. what was it that she did? well what was the best way to describe it? " I risk my life for the pure amusement of others, when really i just find doing crazy shit fun." She told him simply, not a single blink in her eyes fazing her. She liked adrenaline..no that wasn't the right word. She loved adrenaline. There were times when she really craved it. She remembered back to the one time when she tried juggling knifes, it wasn't that risky but she knew with one slip she could hurt herself. Just that was enough to make her want to do it. Of course though, first attempt and she ended with a long scar across her stomach. She looked at it as a memory of the way she started with doing things dangerous. Of course, now it was an amateur stunt, but when she tried it she was learning. If she didn't learn from her mistakes, she wouldn't be at the circus now.

She wondered if it was obvious what part she had in the circus, so to clarify to the man, she continued." Dare devil..um, risk taker. The type of person that swallows swords, gets shot out of canons...whatever that's called, that's what im here for." She added, her face still unfazed. She was dead serious on her position at Cri De Coeur and she was proud of it.

Breezy watched him as he went over to the CD player and turned it on. Perfect. Just her type of music. Listening to music seemed to always calm her down when practicing and working out, it always seemed to have a beat. Her face brightened at the sound of the music and smirked. " Perfect, just my type of music." She stated as she continued to watch him. That sword looked tasty. Not lots of people would say that, but she was good at sword swallowing and by looking at that, she knew she could swallow it. Hell..she could swallow a lot of things but she wasn't going to get into that.

Even though he stared at her weirdly, as if not knowing what to think of her, she just gave him a very amused stare back. Just to try and piss him off. He seemed like one of those guys that just tried to piss people off, well that wasn't going to happen with her. She was the type of person who liked to make certain people mad.

Max, typical name she guessed. She had met a lot of Max's in her past. Though none of the men that had the name of Max looked like this guy. This one, well even though Breezy wouldn't admit it, he was rather good looking. He was at least the her type. This guy also was amusing to watch. Just his many facial expressions which she already noticed within the first few seconds of being in his presence.

" Names Breezy " She stated, holding her hand out to him with a warm smile.

[MAX ENGEL BURKHARD]

- MY HEARTBEAT STUMBLES -
and my backbone crumbles,

A grin lit up his features now, a very amused kind of grin. It made his eyes suddenly seem completely full of life and his stance already was loosening up with her presence there. His lips stayed stretched in their smile and his teeth were completely visible to her. The cause for this wild smile was her answer.

Did she just explain to him that she was a daredevil? Well, she didn’t seem to be certain about the title just yet but he had gotten the picture before she had even said the word dare. Everyone took their risks here when it came to performing for the live audience but when you were the performer who risked your life for entertainment then it was quite obvious what category you fell under. He was just surprised that a cute, little blond thing like her was into the kind of business that he was in. He thought the only girls who liked flinging around knives and running over nails were the ones with the heavy makeup, dark clothes, and weird tastes in television shows (though he had yet to know her preferences in that). Yeah, this girl was everything that he did not expect in a daredevil. Her appearance to him (despite her seriousness) was bright and appealing on the eyes. She could have made an adorable little silk earliest or something. But nah, she would rather abuse herself. How completely amazing was that?

Max didn’t let his interest shine through, though his male instincts were already prepared to go in for the kill. He kept his cool though, nodding nonchalantly at her. “Yeah? Funny, you looked like more of a trapeze girl to me,” he noted. “I guess I’ll have to welcome you to my family then.” Even though he somewhat doubted her, merely based on her appearance. But he tried to hold back the judgment and keep an open mind about her. Who knew, she may just blow him completely out of the water.

The blade in his hand continued to twirl as he let his fingers dance around it. He enjoyed watching the reflection of the light hit it from his peripheral vision. He wanted to lift it back up and swing the hilt in her direction to offer her the chance to show him something worth seeing. A girl swallowing a sword? That might be a little too enjoyable for him to watch, on second thought so that idea was quickly discarded and his eyes briefly searched the tent before falling back onto the blond. He lifted the sword and held it back so that his hand still held the hilt and the blade rested over his shoulder.

She still hadn’t given him a name and he wasn’t really one to ask for one twice. He would go ahead and stick with the nickname that he had given her based on her hair coloring. Sure, there was obviously going to be more than one blond around here but she was the only one who didn’t have an actual name. Blondie it would be then, he didn’t have a problem with that.

She liked his type of music. She wasn’t bad to look at (at all). Oh, and she was apparently into stunts. Yeah, he wasn’t sure if he would mind this too much. But he could fake it if he needed to.

“Alright, Blondie,” he finally announced, tapping the blade against his shoulder. He used his free hand to wave around the room. “Why don’t you take your pick and show me what you’ve got.”

- - - THEY WANT BLOOD - - -
and they'll kill for it

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

The sudden change in his expression gave her the signal that she could relax a bit. She couldn't tell what was with his sudden change in amusement but she hoped it was good. Was it because she was a daredevil? Breezy prayed that was the case. She didn't want to get in anyone's way just yet.

As soon as he made the assumption, Breezy rolled those big blue eyes of her and sighed, pushing her hand through her blond hair. She knew that someone would react or say something to her about her appearance, but this quickly? Really? It kind of pissed her off. Breezy was well aware that she wasn't the typical daredevil type, but she couldn't hide what she really liked and enjoyed doing. Breezy had the scars to prove herself a daredevil. The scars were all from her making mistakes, though that was alright. She was proud of every single one of them.

" I don't want to be a trapeze girl. Sure i could do that if i really wanted to, but that's no fun.." She told him, raising her eyebrow at him once again. " Glad to be welcomed. Nice to be in a family for once." She never referred to the life she lived before this as good. Along with that she never referred to the people that took care of her growing up as parents. It never felt like a family until now. Now, she felt like she had a place she belonged.

Kara watched the sword with relaxed eyes and chuckled. He seemed to really like that thing. It was a nice looking sword, she knew it was a good sword because it would go nicely down her throat that's for sure. But she wasn't going to make any dirty jokes about it. She was focused on leaving a good first impression.

Alright then, two could play at this game. He wanted to call her Blondie, she could immediately think of a nick name for him. He may not have found it funny, but hell, she was getting a kick out of it.

She turned away from him and let her eyes scan her pray. What could she do to show him she had some talent. Well, at first, she could show him how a daredevil should walk a rope. She wanted to show him that first . " Ill show you how a real daredevil walks a rope, Mr. Maxi Pad." Breezy let out a light Chuckle, walking past him with a confident sway in her hips.

With grace, she climbed up the ladder to the platform, her eyes studying the rope carefully. She was no master at this, but she knew that her balance would help her achieve this. Her point was to do this in front of a crowd. How would this be good to a crowd? If there was no net, good acting skills, and strength. That's all it really took.

With a deep breathe she placed her foot on an angle on the rope, letting it press against the arch of her foot. That was were a persons balance should start from and help the most. She wobbled a bit, never having walked on a rope before. She immediately resting all of her weight on the platform, furrowing her eyebrow. With another deep breath, she lifted her arms to her sides, taking her first step onto the rope. Alright, she swayed just a little bit, but was able to squeeze her butt and stomach to keep her balance. Like in ballet, act as if you were a puppet and a string was running straight through your spine, keeping you as straight as a needle. That was the trick.

With another careful step, she had both feet on the rope, balancing herself as best as she could. With a new confidence, she took a few more steps , acting as if she was very comfortable with it. Of course, the crowd would believe this and think she was going to make it across, but really, as soon as she got close to being halfway, she swayed and acted as if she lost her balance. With her hands grabbing the rope tightly, she swung around it , before letting herself go. It wasn't a daredevil type of trick, but she just wanted to show how easy it was. It wasn't perfect though and she wasn't trying to show him up or show off. Breezy just wanted to help.

With a hit to the net, she rolled off, landing on her feet with a light thud. She walked over to him and held her hand out to him once more. " Sword please." She simply asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

[MAX ENGEL BURKHARD]

- MY HEARTBEAT STUMBLES -
and my backbone crumbles,

He frowned a bit at her exclamation. But he made no move to try and stop her or use any of his words to. Instead he simply flipped the sword back so that he could lean a little of his weight on it and watch her with his opposite hand on his hip. If she thought that she could walk across that thing then he wasn’t going to stop her from doing so. In fact, he was actually looking forward to seeing her try to do whether she did well or she did poorly. He had a feeling in his gut that her confidence wasn’t a part of any act either. The way she strode passed him, swaying her figure from side to side was telling him otherwise. That looked like one confident woman. Still though, she would have to prove to him that she was not all talk. She had to walk the walk before Max finally gave into his temptation to give her some applaud just for the way that she moved around already… but that was an easy thought to shake.

He smirked at the nickname, wanting to comment that she sounded like a guy from the dirty scene he’d come from. Guys were always very creative with their nicknames when it came to insulting another guy. Trying to crush one another’s pride was a very popular pastime, it seemed. Max wasn’t really big on being serious about any of that though. He was sarcastic. Unfortunately not everyone could see beyond the sarcasm in his voice or body language. She seemed like the type who would be able to catch on.

She had climbed up the ladder and balanced herself on the rope in what seemed like a too short time frame. But Max managed to keep his eyes on her, never letting them drop and a far more serious look had appeared on his face. This was his look of complete concentration. He was determined to watch her closely and figure out whatever secrets she knew to crossing the that thing. Part of him wanted to just shrug it off with the simple idea that she was a female. Most females seemed to have a knack for things like that. But he couldn’t stick with that sexist idea considering all the images he got of women he’d met who would trip over their own feet or nothing at all no matter how hard they were concentrating on something. So that must have meant it was something else. Perhaps it was how perfectly straight she had managed to make herself. Or maybe taking her time and steady breaths was getting her through it. To be honest, he couldn’t really see that far (his eyes weren’t in the best shape) so he couldn’t be certain what was going on except that she was doing what she said that she was going to do. It made him a little sick in the stomach and he couldn’t help but smile about the challenge that he could see himself having in the future.

When she dropped from the rope and into the net, Max shook his head. He was honestly unsure of whether she had dropped purposely or not and decided to keep that to himself for now. She was walking in his direction and now had her hand out, requesting the sword. He just cocked up a brow and turned the hilt up to her, carefully holding the sword by its blade. “Alright, Blondie, maybe I underestimated you,” he told her with a smart grin. “I’m pretty confident that you can fit this little thing.”

- - - THEY WANT BLOOD - - -
and they'll kill for it

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

Breezy was very afraid of leaving a good impression on Max. Just because this was going to be her new family and she really didn't want to get in peoples way or have people hate her. She was a gentle, caring person and would really lend a hand to anyone that needed it. Which, she also really liked to mess with people as well, but they had to be at the same level of immaturity as her in order to feel comfortable tricking someone. Max seemed to be there so she was completely comfortable with teasing the guy back.

With her fingers wrapping around the hilt, taking the sword, she placed the blade in her other hand. Her eyes scanned over it , studying what she was just about to push down into her throat. A sigh of relief left her lips as she did so, just because he said he underestimated her. Good, she wasn't getting on his bad side. In return for giving her the sword, she flashed a bright smile at him. Eager to show him what she could do with this magnificent sword before her. " I learned how to swallow swords from my aunt. A long time ago she was in a circus, doing the same things. It wasn't until after i came back from Russia though that she taught me." To Max, he might have found it a useless piece of information, but Breezy was just informing him with what she was about to do.

She placed her hand under her shirt, then wiped the blade of any dirt. Just because that wouldn't taste too good. " Definitely not the longest thing ive ever swallowed but it will do." There was obvious teasing in her voice. Oh how she loved to tease. It was so much fun.

Clearing her throat, she rolled her head back, her eyes looking up at the ceiling. She lifted the sword up and placed the end of it in her mouth, both hands on the blade to help ease it in. She was so happy that she didn't have a strong gag reflex because if she did then there was no way in hell she would be able to do this.

With a deep breath, her eyes fluttered closed, the sword slid easily down her throat. She wasn't nervous about having a sword down her throat, in fact it was comforting in a way. It had been awhile since she had done anything like this. Waiting a few moments, she pulled the sword out and cleared her throat again, smiling at him.

She knew that wasn't that much of an impressive thing to do, but it was what daredevil's did right? Basic training? Might as well start off with the easy stuff first. " I really like to do anything with swords. They are my favorite thing to work with besides fire." She stated. Her favorite things to play with were swords or fire. Or even both.

Looking at him with chuckle, she lifted her shirt up a bit, revealing her stomach. She pointed to the scar with the edge of the blade and sighed. " I got this when i started learning how to juggle knifes..." She laughed and pushed her shirt down. Most of the scars she had were from knifes and swords, because like always that was her favorite thing to play with.

" So is there anything else you want me to show you? Im really not sure what i should practice..just because in new and such." She stated, holding the sword by the blade and giving it back to him. She remembered back to when she was little and went to a circus. There was a man who was just like Breezy and Max. He really liked to do stupid stuff. One of the things he did was lay on a bed of nails with a platform over him and just to make it worse, he had a jeep drive over him. That was cool and thinking about it now, Breezy wished she could do that. But the only thing that stopped her was for the fact that she was a woman..not some buff, muscle packed man. He could take that amount of weight, not someone who was built like Breezy. Though really, she was open to anything Max wanted her to do.

[MAX ENGEL BURKHARD]

- MY HEARTBEAT STUMBLES -
and my backbone crumbles,

When the blonde took the sword from his grasp, Max took a single step back away from her and tilted his head, waiting for her to start her new trick. He stretched his fingers out before him with his palms facing down, giving the impression that sword swallowing was really no big deal. Still though if she did it then he would go ahead and give his approval with a nod and a few words of congratulations. He wasn’t a complete asshole anyways though he was sure that everyone around here could have figured that much about him out. But in any case, right now it wasn’t about him being a complete ass or a completely flattering, wonderful person (which he knew that he was). Right now his attention was going directly to the sword swallowing blonde who apparently knew a thing or two about balancing herself on a tightrope.

The story she told him… he could see how it was relevant and briefly wondered what in God’s name she was doing in Russia (was she Russian? Was her Aunt Russian? Did she enjoy Russia?) but he found that he was more interested in watching her swallow that damn sword than tell him a story. So instead of giving her any kind of reply he just continued staring at her, perking up his eyebrows showing that he was less interested in conversation and more interested in having himself another little show. He supposed he could be a little patient but… he wasn’t and he found himself giving her a devilish sort of smirk at her last remark before throwing her head back. He decided to let his tongue stay still and let his imagination go ahead and wrap around the words she had said rather than get into a conversation regarding larger things that she may have swallowed.

His eyes watched as the blade disappeared and he felt that feeling in your stomach that made you want to hold your breath. It was funny how no matter how many times you watched someone do something crazy like that and no matter how often you did it yourself you could still get that feeling. He found himself holding his breath and going completely still. This stuff was second nature to him by now but he wasn’t used to being the audience.

When she completed her task he offered her a smooth grin and cocked his head to the side. He then broke out in what one may refer to as a golf clap. “Bravo, Blondie.” He just quirked his brows again as she pointed out her battle scars and shook his head. “Who knew there were girls out there just as God damn crazy as I am,” he said with a huff. Then he put on an innocent, sarcastic grin. “And my parents said I would never get married.”

Max took a step forward again and retrieved the blade from her as she held it out. He spun it in the air by the hilt and then tapped it against his shoulder again. He turned away from her, stepping back over toward his table where he set the sword down among a few other things that he had scattered about. His eyes briefly went over the things as her voice peeped in above the sound of his crashing music. He crossed his arms, tapping on each of his elbows with the opposite hands. He then turned quickly to face her, jutting his jaw up gesturing toward the tightrope with it.

“Why don’t you show me how you got that far across?” he told her, all seriousness. He waved his hand at her as though presenting her to a crowd. “Just stand here and show me what you did.” Another innocent grin. “So I can do it better.”

- - - THEY WANT BLOOD - - -
and they'll kill for it

[BREEZY ROSE SILLS]

With a light chuckle escaping her lips, she placed her hands on her hips, watching him carefully. What was fun about being careful all the time? She had spent almost most of her life, trying to be careful and not harm her body. That was why she was so excited to work with Max and be at the circus now. Though when he mentioned the whole marriage thing , a bright blush appeared over her pale cheeks. Breezy had always wanted to have some type of lover. She wasn't one to be a one night stand type of girl. Just like any hopeless romantic, she believed that love shouldn't be played with and that if you are in a relationship with someone, it isn't just to get laid. Of course though, Breezy broke that little rule of her a few times back in Russia but she was so craving something exciting , that was the closest thing she could get. But sleeping with a ballet director wasn't important and Max didn't need to know that.

Something Breezy picked up was that she really liked watching Max's movements. Just the way he moved was hilarious. He seemed to either have some type of teasing smirk on his face or a very concentrated one. No matter what it was though, she couldn't help but chuckle most of the time. He was a funny guy and she knew she was going to have fun working with him. Though, she couldn't tell if she like him in any other way yet. Just by looking at him, she knew he was her type, but was it alright to get involved with people that you worked with? She didn't know and was too afraid to actually test the boundaries that way. Plus..what if she made a move and Max hated her after that? Breezy couldn't do that right away. Despite everything she wished and thought, friends was a good place to start off and if fate decided that they were together then that would be the answer. Breezy let fate take a hold of this.

When he asked for her help, her grin only got better. " Sure thing" she said and stood were he told her to stand. She thought about how she would explain it for a few moments before looking at him. " well the places you should focus on for balance are your ass, stomach and the arch of your foot." She first said." Back in Russia were i trained with the Russian Ballet, they always checked your posture and your core. The key element to keeping your balance is squeezing your butt and your stomach." That was what she decided to start off with.

She walked over to him and immediately began to fix his posture. " Stay still." She told him. " and stand up straight." she added, a rather calm tone to her voice. She wasn't afraid to getting close to him. He wanted help, he was going to get it.

First she stood behind him, letting her hands run over his shoulder blades. She was just feeling for how his natural stance was. Okay so his posture wasn't that bad but of course, he did need some things to get him across the rope. She squared his shoulders, then reached around him and placed her right hand on his stomach, while the other stayed on his lower back. " Stand as if you have a string running straight through your spine and attached to the ceiling, alright?" she asked, pushing his stomach in a bit, trying to make his spine go straight. That was the first thing.

After she felt as if he had that, she walked back in front of him. " Next key is with how you stand on the rope. Stand in a fourth/fifth position. That way the rope is positioned at the arch of your foot." She said lastly, hoping he new some ballet terms. If not, she would need to explain the basic stuff.