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[b][u]Phillis Circus: Big Top[/u][/b]

“What’s going on here?” 

Estelle and Aria’s body froze on the spot, not having walked more then two steps away from Crispin’s pain filled body before being confronted by the cold stare of someone looking directly at them, silently watching and analysing them. She blocked their exit from the dead-end entirely. The woman stood up straight, her body posture absolutely perfect and head held high, as the blonde, pigtailed woman looked down at both Estelle and Aria, and most especially Crispin. The man had been nothing but a nuisance since the moment he had arrived, and these other two, the clowns… she didn’t recognise either of them. She was absolutely certain she knew every single member of their circus, from their most senior members down to their newest recruits, but these two clowns… neither looked familiar in the least bit. And their activity so far had been…

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“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Isabella asked, her cold blue eyes shimmering with the reflection of the stream of lights hanging along the ceilings of the tent. 

“We were just… er…” Estelle stammered, looking first towards Aria, and then down at Crispin. Like the man they had seen earlier who had terrified Crispin enough to run, this woman… was terrifying…!

“AH! ISABELLA! You is here!”

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A loud, burly voice shattered the tension within the dead ended section of the Big Top, almost forcing Isabella and the others to jump. Turning to look over her shoulder, the acrobat’s traditionally cool and composed eyes grew wide with fright as a giant freight train of a man started barrelling his way down towards them, scooping the blonde woman up into his arms and squashed against his chest, sucking the air completely out of Isabella’s lungs. She sputtered as she felt strands of chest hair press against her lips. 

“A…bram… get… off… me…!”

“I be looking for you all day and not find you!” Abram laughed jovially. “Where have you been, little one? Not avoiding poor Abram I hope? Ah! Ha! Ha! Ha!”