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[b][u]Big Top - Front seating[/u][/b]
"And you didn't shoot him down?" Syed hissed. To be honest, it was quite difficult trying to talk so quietly with Lucien - the only reason they were able to hear one another at all was because they were practically sat on one another's lap. Of course, as they were sat at the front they had no idea what the others were doing. He brought a hand up and flicked Lucien's ear. "That idea is stupid all round."

"Ow!" Lucien put a hand over the ear for protection, although he still had that smirk on his face. "It's the best lead we've got, you know?" He shrugged, then stared back up at the stage. "Oh wow Syed look at this. He looks stronger than you Moira. Oh, listen. What do you call a man with an elephant on his head. [i]Squashed.[/i]"

Syed snorted despite himself, although he slapped his hands over his ears regardless. "No don't jinx it!" he laughed, cringing at the sight of Abram and his animals. Were these people suicidal or something? He leaned past Lucien to look at Moira instead. She was usually quite competetive with things like this, and took poorly to the thought of others matching her strength all round. But here... she had sank low into her chair, and was fanning herself with a leaflet she had snatched from the person sat at her otherside. Oh my. What a man. A man's man. Was it her or was it getting hot in here?

"So what does this Crispin guy look like?" Syed asked, now trying to avoid looking at the trapezes as well. He sure as hell couldn't see a net. He may as well be sat here with his eyes closed to be honest. It'd probably be more comfortable for him. He focused instead on the soda Lucien had offered him, giving it a cautious abeit pointless sniff before sipping through the straw. He did need a drink more than he'd like to admit, especially if he had to focus.

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"Um..." Poppy replied faintly, looking entirely unfazed by Max's friendly berating. Instead she just gave him a small smile. "A lot. You're heavier than she is..."

The pair reached the height of their swing back, before Poppy put all she could into pushing the trapeze forward again. Three, two, one...

Her arms detatched at the shoulders bloodlessly, the momentum sending Max flying high into the air once more. However, this time it was entirely intentional - and he was very quick to let go. A part of the plan. Poppy giggled a little to herself, thoroughly enjoying the liberation of her act. She swung her body a little more, before releasing the bar she held with her knees.

And soon she was flying too as she span in the air, much to the screams of many in the audience. However the arms Max had now released flew straight back towards her and reattached, allowing her to land back on the platform with her arms outstretched. She gave a bow, then jumped back onto the trapeze to support Isabella.

She was happy.