Nixon sprang up in his bed, breathing extremely harder than normal. Where was again? Oh yeah, the circus, where he was the grand magician guy thingy. Looking down at himself, he didn't exactly fit the stereotypical performer look, but he made do. He had just joined three days ago and already people were dead. Such a wonderful time to join. Death followed him everywhere, or did he follow death and just beat it to it this time? He wasn't sure, although sometimes he was the cause of death as well. Hm, he'd have to find the answer for that one. The vampire stood up from his bed and walked to his wardrobe, which was a bit of an overstatement because right now it was just a gym bag, and grabbed his clothes for the day. Once Nixon was outside he began whistling and starting trotting around the circus, looking for something to do.
((Posting Phillip after Victoria is posted.))