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

On the floor, Crispin coughed and sputtered in the midst of Abram's arrival. Was that - oh nuts, he just spat blood over one of the magician chicks' replacement hats. If they weren't going to kill him already, they were going to kill him now. Curses, why was he always stuck with such terrible luck!? "Haaaa..." He sat himself up, shivering and struggling throughout. He reached back for the fire stick behind him as he did so, and used it as a cane to eventually stand himself back up.

[i]"Ahem![/i] Weeeeell, turns out that was a flop!" The firebreather coughed as loudly as he could muster, making sure Bella's attention was turned to him once Abram finally let her loose. "Bella, please tell Tammie honey that uh, I'll be sticking to schedule tonight. Erm." He coughed again, this time unplanned and slightly bloody. At least he turned his head to the side. Except - his eyes widened. Ohhhh nuts - not Cammie's cape...! His eyes shifted back to Abram. Hopefully his mutts wouldn't sniff out the owner of this blood or something. Right? They wouldn't go that far, would they?

And now they were staring. If his face wasn't already numbed from Estelle's backhand, he would feel himself burn up even more than he usually did.

"That'll be it, we'll all be going now, thank youuuu and see you guys in a bit!" With that, Crispin moved forward, yet again trying to grab onto the two girls' wrists as he did so - though Abram and Bella weren't so quick to let him slide by. The firebreather however preferred keeping his spine in tact tonight... "Please guys - gotta practice - or we won't be ready for the show tonight? Eh? Eh?"

Finally the monster of a man stepped aside and allowed the runt and his two new 'companions' through. Looking over his shoulder, Crispin smiled brightly and waved at the duo (with Estelle's hand still in his grasp) before pressing forward - then immediately dashing into a different curtain, a different direction entirely from where the other performers were recently situated.

Once again, Crispin dropped their wrists, only to hold his hands defensively before him in the event that Estelle tried to beat him a third time. "Look, look, I'm sorry I spooked ya, but I'm [i]not[/i] a pervert. GREAT, now that that's out of the way - you two - brand new, right? Look--"

Were those... voices... from beyond the fabric walls? They seemed almost panicked, yelling at distances to reach one another. Stuff like "did you find" or "look blah blah blah." ... ... ... Yeah they were searching for someone. Crispin couldn't tell quite who, but perhaps this confusion could be used to his advantage. [i]Their[/i] advantage, if these girls were in his same situation.

"Look, if you're in cahoots with the triplets, fine, then go ahead and rat on me. But whether you are or aren't - and especially if you aren't - I'm telling you, this place is [i]bonkers[/i] and you should bust your butts out of here as fast as you can before you get holed up like me."

One of the girls protested, wanting to question him more about what exactly he meant by that, but with more voices arising from behind him, Crispin wasted no time. "Now hurry and get out of here! Follow this hall straight to the end and take the right curtain in the following two rooms! That'll be the exit. I'll stay here." He continued pushing them into another curtain - a long hallway with some shelves and supplies. The very same one Trixie and Lucien were still huddled up and hiding in.