Bound together (Aveira)

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Two rhythmic breaths sounded on the dot with each seven seconds' passing. Each breath had come just as easy to existence as it dissipated, the exhaled oxygen diffusing in the near-hollow sterile room. Modern day circuitry had recorded the patients' activity, while traditional construction had laid the foundation of the building. This building of course was the infirmary and was by far the most modern in the town. The residents here had no other source of healthcare. Society, in most unfortunate cases, had no desire to watch over the tragic members of the sleepy little town.

Room 15 in the considerably small hospital had been occupied by the town's most recent residents. Though not as bizarre as the others who had been given refuge, their lives were still important in the eyes of the Circo. What took the circus' attention for their care derived from their being. While most of those who were admitted to the same room in the hospital were given separated beds, that proved impossible for these two. The oddities in that room were undoubtedly human- and undoubtedly conjoined.

A soft grumble was heard from the full sized bed. Two heads with espresso brown hair lie on different pillows, one's eyes barely open to reveal a soft grey. Following a quick blink the figure that was distinguishably male opened his eyes fully to take in his surroundings. Wh... Where was he? The annoying beeping sounded in his ears to immediately alert him that he was in fact in the hospital. Now how did he end up here? A soft cough escaped his lips as he remembered his bout of pneumonia. Ah, crap. He could be in here for awhile!... Wait a minute. He was in a hospital. That meant... Someone could have caught him! He could potentially be on his way to a foster home! His mind raced with the possibilities of what the future could hold for him... And his brother.

A hand reached from under the pristine white covers to grasp the shoulder of the figure next to him. This figure possessed a head that looked almost exactly like his, dark hair and all. He shook the figure's shoulder just as the same shade of grey eyes opened lazily. Before this figure had a chance to question the situation, the boy next to him opened his mouth first.

"Hello?! Is anybody there?!" The boy shouted out while attempting to sit up. Cotton sheets slid to his abdomen as the boy next to him oddly was forced up to meet him. This boy could only yawn hazily as the other took charge of the situation, unable to grasp his unexplainable rage. "Answer me, goddamit!"

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Why did she have to deal with them? Then again, she was the best person to introduce them to the Circo. She would know if they had any hidden surprises but...still. Was it because of her scars? Did they think she would bond with these boys over that? Scars and being conjoined were not the same thing. Both got double takes, yes, but hers she could try to hide. Theirs was near impossible.

Sometimes she really hated everyone. She really really did. It wasn't that these boys scared her in any way, she had stared down quite a few more terrifying freaks. But they she could understand. In some way, whether in her memories or those she had absorbed, she had an understanding of how their minds worked. This was so extremely different. She had no experience with people so intimately linked.

But whatever. It didn't really matter and she didn't have a choice anymore. One of them, maybe both, had woken up. And at least one was pissed off. Aveira took a deep breath, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly at the scent of hospital, and walked into the room.

She kept her distance, she kept her hands within sight. She didn't want to piss him off any further. "It's okay, you are both okay. You're among friends. Just try and relax, okay?" She wondered if they would have nightmares of her. She had started the day with pants and a jacket, but someone else in the hospital had thrown up on her upper garment. Having decided that vomit was not the best way to meet the new freaks, her poor jacket had been thrown into the dirty laundry. This left her in only her blue jeans and a black tank top, quite a few of her scars exposed for the world to see.

Too bad she wasn't allowed to leave the hospital till they woke. Maybe she should have taken the scrubs she was offered. Aveira smiled weakly, running a hand through her ragged white hair to try and bring it forward. She really didn't want to scar the newbies and she could at least try to curtain her red eyes. "My name is Aveira. I'm head of security here. You're at Circo Phantasia."

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

The fussed up boy peered around the room in order to find information. His temper was growing by the second as he had no tolerance for not being the know. He desperately wanted to find out if he was going to an orphanage again, that way he could make a break for it. God, if he wasn't hooked to the stupid cardiac monitor! He was nearly trembling in self-induced anger, but somehow the presence of the boy next to him stopped him from doing so.

Just as he had managed to bring his breathing down to abrupt snorts, a woman had entered the room and in the doorway. Two pairs of grey eyes flicked to the doorway, the one possessed by the conflicted soul widening. Jesus, did this chick get stuck in a cheese grater? He physically bit his tongue to hold off the comment. For now, at least. Despite his rare act of self restraint from rudeness he still managed to be stubborn.

"Calm down? Jesus Christ, I wake up confined against my will in a damn hospital bed, and you're telling me to calm down?" His freckled face was bent into a grimace, as he was obviously a little bit peeved. He scanned her appearance, and, though he wasn't exactly normal himself, was still a bit questionable about her looks. As seconds rolled by with this woman it proved more difficult to restrain a nasty comment, so it was ever so fortunate that the boy next to him woke up just enough to speak.

"M...Ms. Aveira?" The boy yawned softly, clarifying her name after his previously dormant state. He twisted his torso upwards to become eye level to the boy who looked just like him. A confused look appeared on his face after he had rubbed his eyes. "Circo Phantasia? What... Does that mean?" He asked, trying to figure out how to word the question. Was that a fancy name for just the hospital? Where were they going? Who did the go with? So many questions had occupied his mind that he didn't have a chance to filter out the mouth of the boy next to him that had run out of censorship.

"What the hell happened to you?"

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Yep. At least one of the boy's was going to be one of /those/ people. Aveira's pale fingers twitched slightly, but she had far more control than the boy who currently faced her. She wasn't going to strangle him. She really wasn't. She wasn't even going to get mad. If nothing else, it was to keep the other boy calm.

Honestly, it kinda surprised her that they obviously had different personalities. One would assume that when one got upset the other would too, if only because of hormones.

Aveira stayed standing, her hands vanishing as her arms crossed behind her back. It was her normal guard pose. The persona she fell into when trying to keep her cool. How much should she tell them? She didn't like telling her story. She didn't like telling her powers. If anyone else was around to deal with these boys, she would have just left.

A deep breath and she began. "As I said before, my name is Aveira. My full name is Aveira Sterling, and I am head of security for Circo Phantasia. Circo Phantasia is a safe place for people like the two of you, people like me. People who, for one reason or another, would never make it in the outside world."

Who should she look at? She decided to lock eyes with the quieter boy for now, since she was answering his question. "You found us just as we were moving. You were very sick, and very weak. We took you in and are in the process of nursing you back to health. Because of your gift," She would never use the word freak out loud. Not only because it was rude, but because most people hadn't yet come to accept the word. Oddity was a much better word, but she wasn't sure if it would upset the more flamboyant boy. "When you are well, you will have the choice to join us if you desire. If not, I'm sure that the Ringmaster will allow you to leave. Most likely, you will be given a communicator of some sort, so that you will be able to get in contact with us again if you so desire."

Now for the hard part. Her gaze shifted, focusing on the rude boy. "I was experimented on before I even left the womb, which gave me my powers and my appearance. I have the ability to see the sins of others, if I so desire. That is why I am head of security. Even the smallest lie does not get past me. Before I was rescued by the Ringmaster, I was the toy of some religious cult. They gave me my scars, trying to toughen me up so I could absorb the sins of humanity. I was meant to take the fall for the world, and my brother was meant to lead them all to heaven. That, my friend, is what happened to me." Her voice was absolutely cold when speaking of her past. She refused to let any emotions at all get past.

"Like you no doubtfully have, I have suffered much. Not just with my own past, but through the memories of the sins I have absorbed. I have lived many lifetimes, and have died just as often. I have seen and felt nearly every pain in this world, as well as every emotion. That is why I am standing before you today. I know what it is like to suffer, and I know what it is like to lose yourself. I would like to be your friend, and I would like to help you, but you have to let me in. No harm will come to you as long as you are within my Circo, and I will swear that on my soul."

Hopefully that would shut him up. She had just done more talking than she had in a very long time.

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Ugh, this woman was persistent, wasn't she? The boy had it set up in his bent mind that he could have handled himself just fine in solitude. The pneumonia he had was probably just a cold, right? Yeah, he was fine, but his brother on the other hand... It looked like they probably needed the medical attention after all, since he didn't take to illness as well as he had. As Aveira explained herself to him once more he rolled his eyes. "I heard you the first time Aveira." After her reintroduction he had blocked out the second bit of information, too busy trying to comprehend his own selfish predicament. His brother, on the other hand, was rather intent.

"Miss, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name's Lyric, and this is my brother Cyril." Now that polite introductions were out of the way, he had a chance to inquire about their temporary sanctum. A safe place? For people like them? What was that supposed to mean? He still kept a silence as she continued to explain, trying his best to ignore the agitated mumbling coming from his brother. Before he had a chance to gratify her for rescuing them, his brother ever so politely jumped in to take the reigns for a bit.

"I don't know what kinda dictionary you're reading, but what we have isn't a gift lady. It's called a genetical disadvantage. Jesus." The irritated one named Cyril stated sarcastically, only taking a glance at the concerned look from his brother. "The Ringmaster? Oh this is rich." He dismissed everything with a scoff, sitting up to fiddle with medical things sitting on the side table next to him. Just as he gave his response that white haired lady who's name had been deemed unimportant in his mind gave a long winded explanation as to what the hell was wrong with her. "It was rhetorical..." He mumbled below an audible level, even though his statement truly wasn't. His attention span per question shrunk as the target's shock factor to it deteriorated. Sometimes he just said things for the hell of it. As her explanation went on he continued to proceeded to click the lamp switch on and off, eventually doing it to a rhythm of some sort. Lyric however kept a straight face and paid deep heed to what she had to say. How tragic... So this place really was for different people. What defined someone as different? Were they different enough? Would be feel out of place here, or would it be like the home he hasn't had in so long. As Aveira wrapped up her history Lyric perked up, his expression tragically curious.

"So, this Ringmaster... What else does he do? Wh... What kind of others are here?Oh! And I'm... I'm really sorry to hear about all of this, Miss Aveira." Suddenly he turned to his brother with a much more excited expression, which faltered for a brief second for a cough. "Cyril, did you hear that? Maybe we have a new home where we can be accepted for who we are...! C... Cyril?" He nudged his brother's side, which was turned against him to face the lamp. After a good few nudges the boy mumbled a 'hm?' and turned around. Oh, that lady was still here. Now what was he yacking about?

"Huh? Oh. Damn lady, I stopped paying attention five minutes ago. You really need to get better at paraphrasing your stories or somethin." He stated blankly, still looking at the lamp.

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Except for her 'parents', Aveira had never had such an urge to hurt someone. This Cyril... While she didn't get a bad feeling from him, the boy just pissed her off. If not for the fact that his brother was there Aveira probably would have let him have it. "Cyril, this place can be your home if you allow it to be. However, you will need to learn respect. Everyone here has their stories, and some are not as kind and patient as me."

Maybe she should focus on the brother. He was obviously the only one even listening to her. Aveira looked to him again. "Do not feel sorry for me. There are people here who have had it much worse, and have not accepted it as I have. But thank you." He was far more kinder than his brother. He, maybe, would find a decent place here. It was unfortunate that he would have to suffer for his brother.

"The Ringmaster's name is Alistair Pyrewick, but he prefers to be called the Ringmaster. He can be very...." How could she put this in a way he would understand? Aveira loved the Ringmaster. He saved her, he helped her become who she was now. Never once had she ever feared him, but... "His gift is one of fear, and because of that he tries to distance himself from most people. But he really is a kind man, and he loves everyone here at the Circo as if they were his own family. He's a little old fashioned, and he's not afraid to be harsh when he needs to be, but he really and honestly is a good man." There. That worked. She hadn't done Alistair justice at all, but she simply didn't know how to explain how she felt for the man.

Speaking of men she cared for, where was her vampire? Certainly he could feel how Cyril was testing her. And he would probably laugh. Be upset that she was upset, of course, but laugh at the reason. He had an affinity for troublemakers like Cyril.

She needed to focus. "As for the people here, you will never find a more diverse group. You will find just about every gift you can think of here, from the physical to mental."

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Cyril sighed heavily with Aveira's attempt to put him in his place. Earn respect? Psh, that isn't hard to do. Cyril's way of earning respect always had something to do with force or showing up. He's been bent with the mentality that everyone out there think he's a wimpy little cripple. He lives for the surprises on their faces when he goes beyond his body's limits and their expectations. When that failed, a well-placed slug in the face sufficed. Well, usually anyway. "Yeah. Sure. Whatever." He ultimately dismissed, his head rolling to the pillow.

Lyric sighed in slight disappointment at his brother, upset that he wasn't cooperating better. "Please forgive my brother's behavior... He's... He's stubbornly independent to say the least." He bid towards her, his mind a little bit spacey from the lethargy after sleeping for a bit. He yawned again and nodded with a faint smile. "It's good you've come into terms with yourself and your past... All... Apart of the road to recovery, right." He commented and stretched his arms behind his head, this waking himself up a bit.

At the description of the ringmaster, his head tilted slightly as he tried to formulate an image of him in his head. Alistair.... He committed that name to memory. He had a 'gift' of fear. What did that mean? What exactly was a gift anyway? Aveira explained hers, it was sins. What did he have? He was just... Not supposed to be alive. His body required his brother's metabolism to keep alive, like a para... No. He hated that word. He wasn't one. He wasn't slowly killing his brother like most did, right? Wether or not that was true was a mystery to him.

"He sounds.... Lovely, Ms. Aveira. I hope I get to meet him soon." Lyric's small smile cheered up a bit and was full of sincerity. At the mention of other's with gifts, a little bit of excitement grew inside of him. There was that question again, though- What exactly was a gift? Aveira had the power or control over something. Presumably, so did the Ringmaster. So what was it, and why was he himself considered 'gifted'? "Forgive me for asking a silly question, but what exactly is a gift...? I... I don't think I have one... I mean, we're regular but... Different, I guess. Are there other important figures here that we should know about? What kind of gifts do they have?" Questions flowed out of him with the intrigue of that of a child. He didn't mean to sound that way but... There were just so many questions!

At the conclusion of this Cyril grumbled with yet another complaint. "It's too damn hot in here." He growled with a follow up grumble about something to do with heat stroke. He proceeded to throw off the covers, revealing the twins' body. Lyric was twisted uncomfortably up, his torso melding with Cyril's hip, where his physical form ended entirely. The hospital garments they had on revealed that the joint between them was smooth, as if it were 100% natural. Cyril's legs were bent in an unnatural position due to their oddly developed muscles. No doubt this gave an insight on their peculiar build. "Freaking AC deprived piece of sh*t."

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Clearly Lyric should have been the dominant one. Why did life give the good guys the short stick? They never deserve it. Then again, maybe it was having the short stick that made them such good guys. Just something more to ponder when she was alone of guard duty.

Which sadly wouldn't happen anytime soon. Her schedule had been cleared to take care of these boys. "I'm sorry you find it so uncomfortable." She didn't even blink when the rest of their anatomy was revealed. She had seen a thousand times worse. She was pretty sure nothing in this world could surprise her. It was kinda hard to get surprised over strange anatomy when one has seen half animal beings or watched a perfectly normal human transform into an animal.

"When we're done talking, I'll see if there are any cooler rooms. You both seem to be stable now. I wouldn't be surprised if you're allowed to leave within the next day or so." Aveira walked over to the window however, opening it enough to hopefully give him some relief. If nothing else, it would shut him up.

Only then did she return to stand in front of the two boys, once more looking to Lyric. "Don't be afraid to ask me anything, even if you think it's the stupidest question. As long as it is something I am allowed to speak of, I will answer everything the best I can."

And now to answer his question. She ran everything that had been said through her mind again, making sure she completely knew what he had asked. There was nothing worse than having to ask something twice because the person asked didn't understand the question. "At Circo, we consider a gift to be anything that the outsiders would never be able to understand or accept. This can be anything from a physical gift, such as you and your brother or those who were born into bodies of animals or halflings, to gifts like mine. While you two may not see it as such, what you two have is a gift. If nothing else, you know you will never be alone."

Hopefully they saw it in such a way too, or would come to see it as such. Now, who else should she mention to them? There were so many people who would become important during their lives here at Circo, and Aveira was no fortune teller. "There are so many people here at Circo, there is no possible way I could answer your second question. You'll find many people here who are, in a way, like you ad yet completely different. Some you will find you despise. Others will become your best friends. Some will become your mentors in life, and some may even become your lovers. I have no way of telling who all you will meet and who will become important to you."

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Cyril just grumbled at Aveira's attempts at kindness and put a pillow over his head. He wanted this whole thing to blow over so someone can let him free. Hell, he was tempted to cause a fight just so he could get out... But dammit, his brother needed the medical attention. His brother's his priority, and because of this, he's subject to a lot of his malfunctions. At least he was being entertained somewhat by the woman.

Lyric was relieved that his questions were not ignored. The boy was naturally fascinated by a lot, since his existence was comprised of observing and listening rather than experiencing and doing. He also was rather pleased with the fact that he was considered 'gifted' instead of 'deformed'. Though he knew his brother thought it was a gussied up title for special snowflakes, he felt rather honored that he was considered to be extraordinary as opposed to disgusting. There were... Animal people here? What were they like? What kinds were there? He wanted to know! Lyric wasn't one to judge based off appearances, how could he? He really just wanted to meet everybody here. He nodded with her explanation as his mind tried to take everything. There were also many others here according to her, all of them just as important as the others. So much information had flowed through his head that he had little time to question. "Allow me to set things straight... So this is a place for different people such as you and I to live as a sanctuary so we don't get judged, led by a man called the Ringmaster... Wait, why is he called that? Is like a circus? And... "

"Hold up a sec, bro. I gotta few questions myself." Cyril then twisted up like a snake to face the woman. He had only grown a slight amount of interest, as he only had been listening to his brother this whole time and therefore had comprehended everything through his explanation. "So, people live here. Is it free, cuz I'm piss broke. I wanna know if I gotta fill out any paperwork with the Feds or not cuz I don't want those sons-of-bitches knowing where I am. You didn't find us in the middle of nowhere for a reason. I also require to know what the hell kind of place this is. I mean if this is like an orphanage, or some sort of freak city or reject paradise where I get we get the short end of the stick compared to the rest of society then you can count us the hell out, Kay? I got better luck out on the streets then out here." Well, so much for asking politely.

[AVEIRA STERLING]

She would have ignored him, but doing so would cause him to do something drastic. Aveira looked to Cyril and took a deep breath. She had to explain this just right or he would run right out the door with his brother in tow. "First, you do not have to worry about the government. While they know we are here, they do not touch us. The Circo was established a very long time ago, far longer than I even care to imagine. We are basically our own little nation, and those we accept into our ranks disappear in all others. No one will come looking for you."

So that was out of the way. "The Circo is free to you now, but you will never have to pay a dime. As soon as you are well, you will be given a task specifically suited for you skills. You do this task the best you can and as fully as you can, and you may stay here for as long as you please. For example, my being head of security. My gift allows me to tell when people are lieing, and I can tell just by being close to someone exactly how /bad/ they are. As part of my job, I visit each newcomer and report to the Ringmaster on my findings. I also assist those under me in almost every other task, be it simply guard duty or going out in the world to find others like us or a place we can stay."

And now for Lyric's question. Once again she looked to him. "Circo Phantasia. It roughly translates to the circus of fantasy if I remember correctly. We are, indeed, a circus. However, it is nothing like the cruel things you see on the outside. If you do not wish to perform you do not have to. You will never be forced into something you do not wish to do or something you are uncomfortable with. Many of our own, however, do find themselves embracing their gifts. They go out with the circus to show the world what we can do, both to educate and to warn."

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Ugh, why did he have to ask? Aveira began to answer in a substantially verbose fashion, something that Cyril did not agree with. When she did say that the people who had resided in this circus have been bleached from the public's eye and moved into a sacred realm, his brow cocked with interest. "So, people who sign themselves up here are pretty much invisible as a person to the rest of the country? I'm down with that." He replied blandly, though his interest had been piqued. Despite his personal vendetta against authoritative figures he did enjoy the prospect of not having to run away any longer. Plus, now that he knew this place wasn't like an orphanage, he was safe.

The free cost also came as a pleasant surprise to him. The pleasantness wore off because, of course, there was a catch to it. So basically he had to work for it. Well, despite how disappointingly unsanctuary-like this place was, it still was better than trying to find a job in the real world. "Well then, tell me. What tasks are there? If there's manual labor than count me out. If you want to hear bad whining then listen to the boy growin' off me. Hell complain about his back something fierce." Even though he knew he was teasing, Lyric couldn't help but to get a little upset at his lie. He didn't whine. He merely suggested that they stop whatever they're doing soon before he gets really hurt. "Unless there's a job where I can stand around and do nothing but entertain then I'm iffy."

Of course, he spoke too soon. So, he was here for a reason. They collected freaks like him to perform for money. Well, damn. And here he thought it was like free housing for poor people, except the people were abominations instead of poor. Nope, it had to be a scam. Before Lyric could answer with intrigue Cyril cut him off once more. "Lemme get this straight: you go around 'rescuing' freaks like us, give them a free place to live with no strings attached except for the fact they gotta prance around like a show pony and pretty much exploit themselves just the same as they would when askin' for change on the street." He then proceeded to laugh briefly, running a hand through his hair. "Ah, what the hell. I don't have a better life to lead or somethin. Where's this Ringmaster guy cuz I'm thinking of signing up... That is if I'm allowed out of this damned bed." He then looked to his brother, who seemed to be nestled into his pillow again to take a nap. Cyril forcefully shook his shoulder to alert him to a question. "Hey. You aren't sick anymore, right? I'll make em getcha some aspirin and letcha take a nap on my shoulder later if you want. Cool?"

Lyric's eyes flicked between his brother and Aveira. He smiled, not wanting to cause controversy. "If it doesn't cause controversy, I don't feel as sick as I did yesterday and I would like to get to see the place. I don't want my brother to be cooped up in bed because of me, otherwise he might just go mad."

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Let them out of bed and get ripped a new one if the weaker brother got sick again, or force them to stay and have Cyril in an even worse mood than he already was. The choice was obvious, at least for her. And she was certain that Cyril knew best when it came to his brother's health, that he wouldn't have even thought of moving if Lyric wasn't able to handle it. "Sure. Just let me get the aspirin, and water for both of you, and I will lead you to the Ringmaster's office." Besides, the sooner they were in the community the sooner she didn't have to be near Cyril and maybe, just maybe, everyone would survive.

And she would get to see Alistair again.

That was enough to put some spring in her step. Aveira was out the door. The first thing she did was go to a nurse, telling her that the boys were well and were going to see the Ringmaster. Word would reach him quickly if he didn't already know, and the boys would be of her hands in no time. Then did she find the aspirin that was required for Lyric and filled two paper cups with water for the boys. Who knew if they were hungry, but she could at least get them a drink.

Then did she return, having not spilt a drop of water. "The Ringmaster will be very happy to see you both had recovered so well."

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

Cyril sighed obnoxiously with relief when it was stated that they could leave. He hated being bedridden when he himself was able bodied. Sure, when one got sick the other did as well, not to mention that it was actually Cyril who managed to catch the illness first. Cyril, being the clearly dominant one and having more assets to his immune system, got well in a much more speedy manner than his brother did. It really did worry him sometimes, as he became extremely quiet and unresponsive. His thoughts were sidetracked as Aveira left the room briefly, promising them aspirin and water. His irritated state, when she left, immediately melted away when he was sure that they were alone. "Are you sure you're gonna be okay? If not we can stay in bed for another day. I could put up with it if I need to." He whispered softly, briefly placing his hand on his head to measure his fever, withdrawing it shortly after once he decided his health was subpar.

Lyric's eyes drifted towards his propped up brother, who's head was only slight tilted his way. He nodded and yawned, his signature lukewarm smile painted on his face. "I think I can manage. The excitement of this place has ought to keep me feeling well, right? Yeah... I am sure I will be fine. Besides, all I really need is some sleep. I'll just take a quick nap if needed when we're walking to the Ringmaster..." His voice slightly drifted off as he went to think about his health. He was fine. He had to be for Cyril. After all, it wasn't fair for him to handy cap his brother just because he wasn't feeling the greatest. Lyric shook his head slightly, not minding the dull throbbing, to allow himself to wake up a little more. "I hope we can stay... It'll be nice to make friends that are different like us."

Cyril nodded yet kept a straight face, though still felt a little concern for him. That straight face quickly snapped into a testy smirk when Aveira walked into the room again. He began to pick at the tube connected to both his and his brother's chest, the heart rate monitor disabling. "Took you long enough." He stately rather bluntly, taking the water for himself and his brother. He then took the aspirin and gave it to Lyric, who smiled brightly for Aveira and gratified her. "He better be. I'm not hauling my ass out outta bed for just him." He guzzled the water and crushed the cup with his hand. After throwing it to the floor, Cyril scooted over to the edge of the bed. Lyric quickly downed the water and aspirin as he readied his arms to help spring the two off the bed. His brother exerted upper body strength as he sat up and swung his legs over, using his fists to slowly lift them. Lyric wrapped his arms around his brother's shoulders as he watched his feet splay out in a wide gait towards each other. "Let's go. The faster we get out of here the better."

[AVEIRA STERLING]

Now she had to make a choice. Did she walk slowly for them, and try to hide it under showing them people and places, or did she walk her normal speed and hope they could keep up? Maybe a combination of the two. She didn't really need to walk as fast as she normally did, and there really was much to see between the hospital and the Ringmaster's office.

And so Aveira walked out of the room once more, pausing to hold the door open for them. They shouldn't get offended over that, right? She was only being polite. Since many of the oddities who came to the hospital was sick or injured, Aveira didn't really play meet and greet. Sure, she introduced the head nurse and the like, but still.

Besides, most of the hospital staff didn't like her. It's not like it was her fault though. She didn't like hospitals, they didn't like people they couldn't help. End of story. And it wasn't like she /wanted/ to see their sins. It was their faults for touching her. No one should ever touch her. Ever.

But she lead them out of the hospital, once more opening the door for them. "Welcome, Cyril and Lyric, to Circo Phantasia." Even the heat of the day was beneficial. Not many people were willing to be out and about at this time, so the brothers would get to see Circo without any...incidents. She really didn't feel like pinning someone down and dragging them to the Ringmaster as well for being an ass to the newbies.

[CYRIL AND LYRIC SULLIVAN]

As Aveira stood to hold the door for them, Cyril tried his best not to say anything. He could handle himself, though she probably was just trying to be polite. As Lyric shifted to hanging on to his shoulder with one hand his brother proceeded to step forward. Their strides were almost zombie-like and very uneasy. The two staggered forward at a limping pace, slowly but surely catching up with the white haired lady. "Watch out so you don't get hit." Cyril muttered as he exited the room sideways. Just outside of their room was a hook, which held an army green messenger bag. "Huh, thought you guys took this or something." He said while snatching it up. He then made his way down the stairs of the hospital, carefully holding on to the rail and making his way down at his own pace. Proceeding that he and his twin exited the hospital where they were greeted by the blinding sun.

"Jesus it's hot as hell out here." Cyril grumbled to himself, shading his eyes. The town surrounding him was set up in a parallel fashion, with two blocks of the street facing each other. There was nobody outside, which disappointed him slightly. "So many people my ass." He commented in a mutter. He then followed behind Aveira as he assumed that was best, to busy concentrating on his surroundings to hear that Lyric began to speak.

"This town looks very historic. How long has it been established?" Lyric asked while marveling at the archaic buildings. The signs were very obvious as well, with each labeling every building in a blunt fashion. He clung close to his brother who was obviously starting to get agitated by the heat.

"All I see is a busted old town and dirt. Where the hell are we, anyway? Where's the circus aspect? This is the middle of nowhere, if you haven't noticed lady." Cyril mumbled as he kicked some pebbles away. "What do people do for this fake ass circus, anyway?" He asked, not feeling his brothers taps and gestures for him to look at the dusty old tent only a few hundred feet ahead of them.