You Can't Break Me

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

With a little growl, Örjan grinned and lunged at him, throwing a small punch to his stomach.

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

“Well, I’m sure you’re better at cooking than me. Mama taught me how to make cookies, but I don’t really remember how anymore.” He shrugged. “I don’t think they have stuff to make cookies here, though.” He paused to glance up at Josephine. “Have you made cookies before? It’s real fun.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Örjan snickered. “I wouldn’t do that, you’re not mean. I’d only pretend attack you so that I can get stronger!”

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

He tilted his head slightly, curious. “I guess I can help... do you really think you can make something good?”

“Coming!” he yelled, and bounced off in the direction of Alistair.

With a giggle and a grin, Örjan ran up to Alistair. It hadn’t been that long since he’d arrived at the circus, but already he was practically attached to the man’s side, typically following him around when he could. “I wasn’t doin’ nothing!” he snickered, tail swishing back and forth. As much as the tiger liked to explore and cause mischief, Alistair would always call him back when it started to get dark. To the boy it was a little annoying sometimes when he wanted to keep playing, but he looked up to Alistair and saw him as a protector of sorts, so for now, he listened and did as he was told.

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Örjan pouted. “I don’t wanna get beaten up...” He looked up at Alex. “ You’ll really teach me?”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Again, Örjan, nodded, listening carefully to his advice and taking it all in. “Okay... That makes sense, I guess. So I’m strong in that I can move real fast and I’m small, but ‘cause I’m small I’m not that strong?” He sighed. “This is more complicated than I thought it’d be!” He paused briefly. “...Did it take you a long time to learn how to fight real good?”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Still frowning slightly, Örjan listened carefully, nodding from time to time. “Okay...” He huffed. “So I can’t just overpower someone, I guess. I know I’m still small, but that kinda sucks. But you think if I’m fast enough I could beat someone up pretty good if I did all that?”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

A small yelp escaped Örjan as he was tossed away, though he wasn’t hurt. He scrambled to regain his balance, pouting lightly. “I was moving fast!” he huffed. “I dunno, it’s hard for me to think ‘bout what’s going on when I’m fighting.” He’d always been a bit rash and tended to act on instinct instead.

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Nodding determinedly, Örjan took up an awkward fighting stance as well. “Okay!” With a small growl, he lunged at Alex, doing his best to try to knock him over.

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Örjan jumped to his feet as well, excited. “Thanks! I really wanna know how t’fight, just in case. I can fight a bit better as a tiger but that’s only ‘cause it’s instinct.”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

Örjan looked at the scar with wide eyes. “Wow! That’s cool!” He pointed to the scar running across his cheek. “I got one too! But I didn’t get it in a fight... one of the mean men who took me away from home did that. I couldn’t do much about it ‘cause of the cage.” He huffed. “But-- really? You’d teach me stuff? Maybe I could beat up the mean people then!”

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

“Hm, I dunno. This place doesn’t have a lot of cool things to eat, does it?”

Quite surprisingly, he hadn’t gotten in trouble, even if he enjoyed antagonizing the ringmaster. He’d actually gotten into a fight with some other boy who was just visiting the circus. Örjan didn’t have much to do yet in terms of performing, so he’d simply been running about during shows, pulling pranks and causing a general ruckus. One older boy, perhaps around eleven or twelve, hadn’t taken too kindly to it, and so, Örjan had gotten into a fight.

“That is kinda like me! I’m just now getting the hang of my powers, but it’s still kinda hard, ‘specially making my ears and tail go away. Doing that makes me real tired, so I just don’t bother. But Mama always told me to not get into fights, and I tried, but it’s hard not to when kids are stupid.”

Hearing the sound of someone’s voice, Örjan glanced up. “Oh– hi, Miss Josephine. Didja need somethin’?”

Even if he was a picky eater, Örjan was a typical kid, and always liked to say yes to the offer of food. He nodded eagerly. “Yeah, I can come with you! It’s almost lunchtime, right? I can eat again now.” The apple had been more than enough for him at breakfast; he’d never had so big of an appetite, and having gone so long without eating much, he couldn’t eat too much anymore.