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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

armedwithmxtal:

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                                   the freak show. something that nick, ever since he
                                   acquired these so called conduit powers wanted to
                                   join.  it would leave the said freak show with a lot
                                   of fame. a man that can turn any part of his body
                                   to pure solid metal or silk to the touch gold was an
                                   extraordinary thing. rare, even. but the part that he
                                   feared most was walking to the said freak show. it
                                   was a foggy, dark night. he was not a poor man, but
                                   he wanted to join the freak show. people considered
                                   him a freak ever since his powers developed. a kid
                                   walking around with his arms turned to metal was a
                                   rather scary sight. nevertheless, he had to walk to the
                                   fog, just to be amazed by the evil clown entrance way.
                                   he felt… like a kid again.image

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            The part of each show none of the freaks liked
            was tidying up. But, of course, they had to do
            so. The last guests had already left the largest
            of all tents; where the shows normally aired, as
            Elsa carefully watched over them. Even if they
            hated it, everybody had fun fixing all the chairs
            and the large stage. The reason? Tonight’s show
            had been great – even for the ringleader who was
            smiling all evening long. Her warm never faded, 
            not even when her hazel eyes found the stranger
            who was entering the tent. Slowly, Elsa began to 
            walk towards the man, her heels clicking with 
            every step she took. “Excuse me, Sir, but I’m
            afraid you’re too late. The show is over. Feel
            free to book tickets for tomorrow’s show, mh?
            Our Suzie will lead you to the cashier.”

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