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[b][u]Phillis Circus - Tent[/u][/b]
"What're these things called again?"

Moira appeared by the door just as Eric turned away once more, holding the curtain open. She hadn't looked inside the tent yet - instead, she was squinting at the flowers which hung around the entrance. "[i]Am[/i] somethin', I think. [i]Ama[/i]... cha...? Fuck, I don't remember."

She was broken from her reverie when Syed leaned over her. "Let's be quick, we'll be in trouble if they find-" He froze, his gaze fixed on the picture at the end. He remained there for five seconds or so, his eyes slowly widening. He suddenly felt cold right to his core.

[i]"The circus owners and I... we just have a bad history. That's all."[/i]

By bad history, he had assumed it to be hostile. Amy was a blunt person after all, if someone annoyed her she let them know. But this... with the dolls, the pictures, all in her likeness and equisitly crafted... this was something altogether more sinister.

That could be why Amy refused to come.

Syed pushed past Moira silently - his now piercing dark eyes flicking from one likeness to the next. Moira was initially suprised by his actions, although once she too had began to glance around the room she stepped into the threshold after him. "Fuckin' hell," she murmured, pinching her nose against the pong. "Was she his girlfriend or somethin'? Talk about ex complex."

The mage didn't respond. He didn't understand. He didn't understand anything bar how this creeped the hell out of him. They had travelled with Amy for well over a year, the thought of anybody having a damned [i]shrine[/i] dedicated to her felt warped, twisted, fundamentally wrong. She wouldn't like this. He knew she definately wouldn't like something like this. It would hurt her. And there was a bad history... maybe they already had somehow.

"Why would... would someone have something like this...?" he whispered, eyes wide as he looked back to the others. Electricity began to spark involuntarily across his body. He wanted to burn it all, he wanted to wipe this horrible hurtful thing off the planet. But he couldn't, they weren't supposed to be here, they were supposed to be under cover. He grimaced, gritting his teeth...

Sure enough there was a crack as he lost control, and suddenly arcs of electricity began lashing out, tearing cushions, dolls and paintings apart alike.

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[b][u]Phillis Circus - Big Top[/u][/b]
Poppy hurried into the preformance area, dodging out of the way of the various people setting up and practicing. She had lost track of the time again! Well, of the boss' time. She had her own time, and it suited her very well indeed. But sometimes you had to go by other people's clocks. Especially when it involved work.

Although time was a very fluid thing. She didn't understand it too well, but she found it very interesting. Tick. Tock. Round and round the hands go. Counting down day after day after day after day after-

She was staring into space again. Oh dear. And thinking of, she had lost one of her hands again. Double oh dear. "Um," she said flatly, glancing around for it. She'll never get any practice done at this rate!

Meanwhile the hand scurried off across the floor, weaving between the various feet that filled the area.