Soleil 'Cirque' Sullivan D1 Done

Soleil ‘Cirque’ Sullivan

Bienvenu au Cirque du Soleil

Age 17 | Female | District one

There's only two types of people
in the world
ones that entertain
and ones that observe
Well baby I'm a put on a show kinda girl
don't like the backseat gotta be first

Soleil took a deep breath, testing the bar she held in her hand before her catcher called the command for her to jump. She smiled and jumped, flying through the air high above the safety net, she felt as if she could fly. The thrill of it got her heart racing as she let go of the trapeze and did a head over heal before her catchers hands wrapped around her slim wrists and brought her to the other ledge. Adrenaline flowed through her veins as she caught her breath. What a rush, the feeling of being free, where for a moment, Soleil could forget that she didn’t have parents and that she couldn’t remember her past. She smiled, imagining the audience going crazy as she completed that stunt.

She continued to practice for about an hour before heading back into the change room and she changed into her normal clothes. Inconspicuous black leggings, an orange skirt and a black tank top covered her well built body that she'd gained from doing trapeze since she was little. Here at Noxwood academy for performing arts, she'd been able to discover her passion for trapeze and had been able to follow it until she was amazing at it. She ran along the hallway, weaving in and out of students until she met up with the guy of her dreams, Glitch. She smiled sheepishly at him, a glint of mischief in her blue eyes as she walked past. She knew he was crazy about her, almost as crazy as he was about fire. She and him fit well together because she was a fire gypsy and well, he was a pyromaniac. She continued walking but felt his eyes on her. When she glanced back, she met his gaze and winked. She then continued on her way. She wondered when they'd be able to play with fire next.

Her answer came sooner than she expected. She was running through a routine with her fire sticks when he walked in on her practice. She smiled but kept her focus on the lit sticks in her hands. If she took her focus off them, even for an instant, she knew she could get seriously hurt. She'd already done that a few times and had the scars to prove it. He watched her in fascination as the flames danced around her and above her head as she tossed them in the air and caught them. She then performed the grand finale, the Dragon of District one by holding the flame close to her mouth and blowing, appearing as if she were breathing fire. He seemed as if he were in awe as she extinguished the fire sticks with a flick of a switch and set them down on the rack. She was about to climb up to the trapeze when his hand on her shoulder stopped her. This surprised her, normally, they didn't touch, there relationship was usually just the occasional few words and a lot of eyes at the other. She felt a blush creep over her cheeks and she turned. His gaze held an intensity that made her breath catch and she stared up at him. She shrugged out of his grip, picked up one of the fire sticks, lit it, and handed it to him "Would you like me to show you?" She asked. He nodded and she smiled. She twirled the stick in her hands and he copied her, the flames casting shadows over his features. Soleil, snap out of it she told herself, focusing on the stick in her hand. She couldn't afford to lose her focus while playing with fire.

They practiced in silence before she had to leave. She had to go to class before the teacher failed her. She hurried into the class just as the bell rang and the other students looked at her in fear. She was known around school for her stunts on the trapeze but she was also known for her strength which made most kids afraid of her. She smirked as she took out her textbook and opened it to the page she needed.

I'm like the ringleader
I call the shots
I'm like a firecracker
I make it hot when I put on a show

Soleil knew she hadn't been here forever. The only problem was was that she couldn't remember anything prior to the age of four. She hated the fact that she couldn't remember and any time she tried to remember, she'd get massive headaches. She sat with Glitch in her room, one of the few rooms they could actually be alone in, and leaned on him as she tried to remember. She kept coming up against blank walls, as if something was trying to stop her from remembering. She sighed, giving up and they just sat there in silence before she got a brilliant idea. "It's been a while since we lit anything on fire, I think we should do something about that" she said, a mischievous glint appearing in her blue eyes. She tossed her blonde hair and stood up, rummaging around for her lighter. She found it in her drawer and pulled it out, tossing it to Glitch. He caught it easily and she smiled. The two of them being lovers of fire, playing with fire is kind of expected.

They lit things on fire for part of the afternoon before accidentally setting off the sprinklers and water rained down on the two of them, putting out the flames they were playing with. "it would appear that we are being told to stop playing with fire" she said, giggling. He looked at her, a mischievous smile on his face. "Maybe not" he said, making her stomach flutter. She looked down at her hands and noticed when he took her hand in his. She blushed, liking the warmth of his hand. Water soaked them, plastering her hair to her face.

They sat there in silence for a little while before he had to get a class. She hated having to see him go but knew he had to go. "I'll see you sometime alright?" he asked. She blushed but nodded. She already had ideas for a stunt she could do on the trapeze. She loved Fire, why not do a stunt with fire. She knew that Glitch would love it, even if it would be dangerous. She was a trapeze artist after all, everything she did was dangerous.

All eyes on me
in the center of the ring
just like a circus
when I crack that whip
everybody gone trip
just like a circus