TAYLOR^MACKENZIE
LOVE
syringes and cupcakes, give me something sweet

Taylor Mackenzie Love had never been the perfect daughter, in fact...She was anything but...However, being referred to as such, and at the age of five, having been dressed in pretty outfits and sequined hairpieces, it was obvious that the little performer would grow up believing himself to be female...He already had many feminine qualities and tendencies, and so...many performers at the circus were unaware of the fact that underneath in all, Taylor was indeed, a little boy.

However, for the sake of many he shall be referred to as Dolly wanted...a pretty little girl...a doll...

Taylor was unaware of what she was...To her, the circus was merely her home, a place where she'd been born and had been raised. If only for five years, it was already so much a part of her that to show her any world outside of the circus would be to completely confuse her...
It was now that the young doll was making her way through the fairly crowded pathways of the premisis, weaving her small body lithely in and out of large groupings of individuals, light colored curls bouncing across her shoulders playfully.

She held a lollipop in her hand. The hardened plastic stick was slowly becoming more and more sticky, coating her chubby palm in faux watermelon flavor and saliva. However, she barely noticed...Today was a happy day for some reason...She simply felt in good spirits as she made her way along, porclaein cheeks lightly covered in blush, and translucent eyes shimmering with a hint of blue and grey.

Her young body was covered in a shimmering, fancy dress that hung just above her knees, exposing most of her legs to any dust that anyone should absentmindedly kick up. Taylor had absolutely no idea where she was going, and she milled about for a moment, before deciding on the one place she had never been aloud to visit...Her mother wasn't here to tell her otherwise, and this was perhaps one of the best chances she would come upon to stop at the freak show...

Taylor knew what a freak was...A person who didn't really belong in the world, someone who should be mocked and laughed at, and just the thought of something funny brought a mischevious little smile to her face. Quickly, she darted around a large man carrying a tin tray of fried dough, and pushing the lollipop into her mouth, she made her way around a grouping of games and there...just before her, was the freak tent...

Taylor smiled up at the artistically done images of each freak, portrayed on signs outside of the tent. She ran a small finger over the wood briefly, then, rather unconsiously wandered inside. The room was dark and smelled strongly of smoke and urine and the young doll felt a slight burst of fear throb in her stomach for merely a moment as she peered intently into one of the cages...What she saw wasn't funny, and she wondered a moment why people came here to laugh...

She suddenly wanted out of here, but having wandered a bit too far into the building, Taylor had no idea where she was, and she was now surrounded by caged freaks and the legs of several visitors. She could feel her light eyes fill with tears and begin to spill over, rolling down her cheeks, smudging her carefully done makeup and trickle off her chin. Rather defeatedly, she sat down on the stone pavement of the interior ground, her small body shaking as she suddenly realized just why her mother didn't want her to come here...The freaks were talking to her, mocking her, and Taylor could only think of one thing to say to them...One thing she'd heard almost every member of the circus say...

"Fuck off, you freakin' animal..." She cried angerly as they taunted her. The lollipop had completely dissolved and she threw the stick into the nearest cage, not knowing its fate, but hoping it had done some damage...These people deserved to be locked up, Taylor thought to herself, clutching her small body around the middle and hoping for some sort of savior...

TAYLOR^MACKENZIE
LOVE
syringes and cupcakes, give me something sweet

Taylor listened to the strange sounds the freaks made...Growling and hissing, strange animalistic grunts and taunting words, some that the young doll didn't even quite understand...However, their tones were what frightened her and she continued to cry, her temperature rising as the color flushed her face and she looked mournfully into the eyes of the caged animals...They were really nothing like she'd seen before. For one, they were hardly distingusihable due to her now blurry, tear-streaked vision, but two, it was like their attitude wasn't even human.

Taylor ran her sticky hands down the sequined dress, unaware of the fact that tiny sparkling sequins were beginning to come apart from the garment. A sob pulsated in her dry throat and suddenly, Taylor heard a pair of footsteps approaching and she shrank back, afraid it would be either her mother or a beast coming...

However, one turn of her curly head and the young doll spotted the figure of a rather thin male approaching. She cocked her head to the side and took in his form. Though it was dark, he had a kind aura about him and she clutched her dress with a little less ferocity, her bottom lip quivering slightly as her crying was reduced to a kind of whimper.

His voice was nice sounding, and as he leaned down, she peered into his eyes with large blue-grey eyes, taking in everything about him with a kind of intelligence not expected in someone so young. She listened to his words and immediately found herself clinging to him, finding protection in everything about him...
She nodded her head and smiled hopefully back, recognizing him as someone she could trust.

She intertwined her fingers around his, pouting back at the freaks, finding them not so scary when she had this nice man with her, walking her back towards the light of the day.
As he spoke, Taylor rubbed at her dripping eyes and nodded. "It's much better..." She offered, "They were saying stuff to me..."
Feeling lightheaded from crying, Taylor flopped down onto the pavement, sitting down on the hot blacktop. "Nick-o-lus..." She repeated back at him, slapping the ground with her open palms distractedly, "I'm Taylor Mackenzie Love..." She told him with a smile.

The young doll had never been told when to speak to people she didn't know...She didn't have many manners due to the fact Dolly hardly taught her anything about how to live properly...However, in this instance, she was greatful for this nice boy who had saved her. She blushed as she looked up at him, her big eyes shimmering.
"Thank you for saving me..." She told him with a little smile.