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Ciaran Cassidy

Ciaran didn't know how she went from a cute bluenette in a dress with what Mags thought was missing half of it....to a Lion tamer....To being confronted by some chick in a crystal dress SLASH some kind of weird circus outfit.

Going between the visions was very VERY hard.

"Excuse me?" She gripped her whip (it was actually an open bottle of champagne) , "Do I know you?" She blinked as she was insulted, and a memory, fresh off the train hit her like a wreck. Lions, Fire. Trying to get them out, she lost a cub that night....All because some PETA members thought she was abusing her friends. They had killed her cub...

And now his woman was accusing her of something else.

"Get out of my face." Ciaran snapped, "I don't know who you are and we're...We're at an event....???"

Weren't they?

Adel el-Kadar

The situation between Ayesha and the mystery girl was growing increasingly heated to the point where Adel felt sure an intervention was required to prevent physical harm coming to one or both of them, but he still had absolutely no idea why. It was a complete and utter mystery to him, but that didn't keep him from striding confidently and swiftly across the room to catch one dark, henna decorated wrist.

"Ayesha?" He didn't even know what question to ask here. Nothing that was happening made any sense to the scholar. The linguist had never behaved like this before, not even in that bottle world when stakes were higher than this, and he...he...

He loved the feel of the air across his face as he swung through the air. The tent was hot, it was always hot, but that stall air didn't exist when he was up here.

Knees tucked over a swaying bar, the man arched his back, arms extending outward as he meet his partner's eyes in mid flight. The trust he saw there never ceased to amaze him. A confident smile pulled at his lips as there hands touched and strong fingers wrapped tightly around slender wrists, catching her weight on the downward swing and hoisting her back up into a beautiful bend.

This was bliss.

The vision shattered, and Adel stood once again in an unfamiliar room with an angry fiance standing in front of him. What in Allah's name is happening here? There were zero answers, and Ayesha seemed to be getting angrier by the moment. Drawing in a resigned breath the big man drew on the delicate wrist he'd caught a hold of, pulling Ayesha close enough for him to scoop an arm beneath her knees and lift her bridal style.

To the girl his fiance had been hollering at he offered a strained look. "My apologizes."

Emilia Asher

Emmy twirled on her toes from her vantage point by the ladder down to where she heard people calling her name. That was where Ella had ended up. At least she was all ready to go with her ruffles and her face paint, but Emmy also could see the way she was wobbling without anyone around to laugh at her. The boss was right on her heels. That wasn't a good sign. Emmy's brows knit behind her glasses.

"Ella. Oh, sweetheart," she said, already trying to decide how to fix this when the ringmaster butted in trying to act like this was her responsibility. That was only slightly annoying, since what she really needed to be doing was figuring out where her partner. Where had he gotten off to? Ella was in an entirely different act, but it was fine. She waned to check on her anyway, since they saw each other plenty in the office.

It was the too much comment that made Emmy raise an eye and sent Malaise's coat flickering back to a suit. He was not her boss. He was some boy from a party. Famous or no, party boys did not tell her what to do, and especially not what to eat.

She locked eyes with him, took a step forwards, and shoved the entire cupcake into her mouth.

Regret hit immediately as she almost choked and had to keep her lips locked tightly over her chipmunk cheeks to keep everything from going horribly. Her only options were to try to force it down or wait for the cake to turn to dissolve in her mouth. Still, she kept her back straight and head high as she walked over to join the two of them and put a hand on Ella's free shoulder, since any discussion about alcohol use on the job would have to wait.

Brodie Jackson - knife thrower
**current not-completed civ art but a better idea of physique and hair/etc

Brodie was late. Well, were you really considered late if you hadn't intended to show up at all? He didn't want to be there- there was no way that a mysterious invitation showing up randomly was anything but suspicious and he was absolutely positive that something terrible would happen. Which was precisely why he forbade Raleigh from going, even though their parents didn't see any harm in it. When he had gone to check on her however, he found that her window was open and his younger sister was nowhere to be seen.

Cursing to himself, he practically kicked down the doors to the event and stormed in, looking handsome as ever (if he did say so himself) in his navy blue and black ensemble.

Where the ******** could she be? He scanned the room and when the lights flickered he cursed under his breath and before he could assess the situation he was... In another room? He loosened his tie ever so slightly, and cast a weary glance around, taking in the sights of the trapeze towers, the cupcakes and most importantly -- the women. He grinned, suddenly forgetting all about his sister. A weird haze seemed to come over him and he glanced down at his hand, confused for a moment. Where were his knives? How was he supposed to perform if he didn't have his lucky knife? His fingers twitched with the need to show off, to get every person in the room's attention. All eyes needed to be on him. He moved through the room, weaving between people and hastily shoving them out of his way. His vision went hazy again and he blinked himself back to reality.

Was this reality? Yes, of course it was. He was definitely not in the circus ... right? He quickly moved to the bar and ordered two drinks just ease his nerves over the entire situation. He gulped back one drink, taking a long deep breath. A blink and the room swirled back to the circus, the place he was supposed to be. He clutched his knife in his hand and with expert precision, he threw - it flew through the air and crashed into a pillar right beside where a stunning woman was nearly about to sit, raining glass onto the floor nearby. Reality flickered back to the warehouse; bright green eyes widened and he ran to where the glass shattered. ******** the glass, he ran right to the girl wearing the hottest dress on the entire planet. ********. Yes.

A dumb grin spread on his face and he super casually leaned against the pillar. "Sorry about that," he said as he non-nonchalantly flexed his right arm, bicep bulging in his suit sleeve. "I forget my own strength sometimes," he added.

Wait a... trapeze artist? How had he never noticed her before? He'd been doing this for years, was she new to the show? There was no way he'd have missed it if this babe had been around this whole time.