Vladimir suddenly woke up. He smelt trouble. Literally. Hunters usually had this scent of Supernatural creatures blood around them. That's just a scent that never washes away. Vladimir was stressed out beyond belief. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He needed to warn everyone that they were here. Vladimir rose from his bed and wrenched open his door. "Quickly. Quickly!" Vladimir pushed himself sprinting to the mess hall. Vladimir went into the kitchen and found Sasha. "Sasha!" Vladimir yelled. "They're here....The Hunters Hide anything that might look out of the ordinary" Vladimir noticed a bag of blood. He grabbed it and drained the bag, making sure his spilt none on his clothing. "Hide all of these, keep the normal food out...Even the salt free stuff. I doubt they'll notice it. Inform everyone who comes in what's going on" Vladimir finished his orders, and pocketing the empty blood bag he ran out of the tent.
He needed to find Rosalind. In a matter of seconds Vladimir located Rosalind. When he arrived on the scene he was a bit shocked. Blake looked roughed up and was bleeding. He saw Rosalind a little bit ahead of Blake. "Rosalind..." Vladimir sighed. "The Hunters are here, Blake." Vladimir looked Blake up and down. "Please let Hammond know what is happening. He'll get things 'covered' up. Then, clean yourself up. You look like a mess. Also, Sorry about Rosalind...If you need anything from me to make it up to you, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm here for you guys." Vladimir ran up to Rosalind. "I guess you know what's going on...We need to get these Hunters out of here...I found another body with Jean this morning. We got rid of it together, but we can't let these guys find the remains of the ashes. I know I don't need to tell you this, but Medoh, please behave yourself. I expect the Hunters are going to want to discuss the recent events with you both, so don't do anything rash." Vladimir closed his eyes shaking his head. "I just want this to go away. Vladimir felt like he was loosing his mind. "Rosalind. You understand me the best...You know I hate violence. Please, don't hurt anyone. Especially no one apart of the circus. If you need me, I'll be in my carriage." Vladimir shuffled off to his carriage. He sat down at his desk waiting for the knock at his door, in which he knew The Hunters would be calling.
Jean started his morning duties after coming back from the forest with The Manager. He checked that everything was clean backstage and in the main tent. He hated cleaning duty, but it was fine with him. He was given a home and was treated with care. Jean then went to the Mess Hall after his Morning duties. He felt someone bump into with such great force and blinding speed he fell over. Jean got up sighing. "The Manager is always in a rush." Jean looked over at Sasha who was in the Mess Hall. "Morning Chief!" Jean nodded. "How are you this morning?"