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American Horror Story: Coppy

“Very,” Magdalena said nodding, wondering how they attatched and moved, and if whatever they used to make them move could be put on hers to make her own limp useless wings move somewhat like real ones. “I am Magdalena, I work here....as dancer. Though sometimes I am here to just help bring customers in.” 

Ryan nodded. She appeared to be understanding what he was getting at. “Exactly. It is better to have a conversation where both people involved are sharing, instead of one just mindlessly talkin’. I want someone to talk with where we’re learnin’ more about each other. it’s borin’ otherwise.” He smiled, pretty glad that she was following the conversation and that language barriers weren’t such huge obstacles here. When she asked the next question, he paused before nodding again. “Yeah, havin’ charisma is a really good thing. It’s bein’ compellin’ or charmin’. Just a fancy word for it.”

“I think I know what you mean.” Magda nodded. “But sometimes it is...hard for other person to talk about themselves? Then they are not so charismatic, or they are shy person. I think sometimes others just do not want to share to much about themselves to protect themselves.” 

She didn’t know what he meant, but at the same time she did. Magda just shrugged her shoulders, it wasn’t like there was anything any of them could do about it, aside from stick with each other and hope for the best. “Then where you from, there are no freak shows? No one is afraid of or stare at strange ones?”

"France." she answered, looking at her feet. "You very far. That sad." she frowned lightly. She was so far away from home!

"You are also very far from home." Magda said nodding. "I am not so sad, I did not belong there." That was all she could say, she didn't want to think about before. And didn't want to talk about it with anyone.

Nikki pressed her finger to the tip of the blade, watching in satisfaction as crimson blood trailed down her finger. “Ah, dont’cha worry ‘bout that, the sonuvabitch has it comin’ for what he did, I see the way he treats you, and after what he did to Ma Petite…he needs to pay. M’not askin’ you to kill him, m’askin;’ you t’make sure his trailer door stays locked for the next couple of days.”

Magdalena thought that over, she had suspected that maybe Dell had a hand in Ma's dissapperace. He was always skulking around and looked so damned guilty whenever she was brought up...and she always listened to her feelings, that was one of the only things that really kept her alive most of her life. "You have real proof of this, yes? I will not be person who kills another innocent person, but if you do have proof than yes I will help."

"Is this a costume?" She asked pointing at his wings and claws, since in her mind she didn't think any of it was real. Despite having her own wings. "You are new part of show, yes?"

"Yes I think so." Magda nodded, "But it is safer if you talk to Miss Elsa in her tent. She is the one in charge of the show and who hires people, the rest of troupe do not have a say in how show is run very much."  She didn't see what made the girl different, but maybe she wasn't a freak. Just a performer who could work the Carny circuit.