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- Jan 12
- Russia
- Deviant for 10 years
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The Sword Swallower
"You hesitate to stab me with your words, and know not - silence is the sharper sword" ~Samuel Johnson
Алексей Акулова
Name: Alexei Akulova
Nickname: Alex
Gender: Male
Age: 23 years old
Nationality: Russian
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 133 lbs
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Black
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Occupation: Sword Swallower
Likes: Swords, swallowing swords, fish, quiet people, reading, weapons in general (not guns though)
Dislikes: People showing disrespect to his profession, loud people (he tolerates the crowds at his performances, but that's it), junk food
Other Interests
swords...so many swords
Welp- I LIVE
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Look where I haven't been in a while >n< I died so hard on here and I feel bad about it...like really bad. I hope you guys don't feel any lower about me or something. Sorry for not being active, I promise to be on again more often.
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Inspiration
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"Inspiration is for amateurs - the rest of us just show up and get to work. And the belief that things will grow out of the activity itself and that you will - through work - bump into other possibilities and kick open other doors that you would never have dreamt of if you were just sitting around looking for a great ‘art [idea].' And the belief that process, in a sense, is liberating and that you don't have to reinvent the wheel every day. Today, you know what you'll do, you could be doing what you were doing yesterday, and tomorrow you are gonna do what you [did] today, and at least for a certain period of time you can just work. If y
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OOC: The problem with Pringles
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Okay, I like Pringles (My favorite is the pizza flavored ones), but this just sounds bad. Peppermint Pringles.
Okay, I like Pringles and I like peppermint...but together? Am I the only one who thinks that sounds wrong?
Oh, WHIT CHOCOLATE peppermint...sounds even worse. What do you think?
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With Valentines day almost here, Morinth decided that maybe Alexei and herself could indulge in the holiday together. She walked up to the tent that they currently shared, a small box of chocolates hidden behind her back. "Alexei..?" She called out, a small smile on her lips.
Ruby looked up at him. "You eat swords..? Doesn't that.. Hurt..?"
"I don't eat swords, I swallow them. They never stay in my mouth loner than they should...and it only hurts if I screw up."
She shrugged. "Same difference... How exactly do you... "swallow" them? That sound more painful than eating them.."
"You just do it. The more you think about screwing up, the more likely you are to screw up. And as long as you remember where all you're vitals are, you're fine."
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[//casually walks up to you and throws a role play at at you
//runs away as fast as i can]
Shinji had just gotten done with his act,He then walked out of the tent to get some fresh air cause he was tired and felt really weak in his arms.When he got outside he let out a big sigh then he laid down on the grass and began to look up at the sky Wow it's a really beautiful day out today he thought.He soon began to doze off without knowing.
(( //casually leaves this here
oops would you look at that
who left that there ))
Eerie silence echoed through the dirt pathways, remnants of a good time long-gone remained scattered upon the ground; empty bags and wrappers, drinks and long-forgotten toys ... It was always like this, it was always so dreary after a performance- the people who attended gave little to no mind to the beauty that nature itself derived, and carelessly trashed all of Mother Nature's hard work, full of sloth and gluttony after the witnessing of their beautiful, spell-binding act ... And September walked along, kicking a few stray cans here and there, and she hummed to herself, the lingering Circus tune stuck inside of her thoughtful little head. As the wind blew threw moaning as it weaved through trees and around tents and shelters, the young girl looked up at the sky, a sudden anxiety washing over her ... How many times had things turned out like this - how many times since her joining of this Circus, had it all ended the same? Cheering, crying, cat-calling, near-death experiences excitement, fulfillment .... And then nothing? Too many to count, she realized ...
The teenager pushed past the flaps of the tent, walking in upon the other performers, chattering among themselves with friendly disposition and crude humor ... And through them, she had noticed a familiar face, off to the side, black hair falling in gentle wisps around his pristine features ... And September padded over to him, sittling herself onto a crate, next to him. "Another great show, yeah?" She turned her head, peering at him from beneath long eyelashes and strands of damp, sweaty locks of auburn hair.