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You are in the Back Rooms of the Circus.
You do not quite remember how you got here, only that you ARE here. You're still in the circus. You're still a performer. But somehow, things are a little confusing...somehow, you have this feeling that you can't quite put your finger on like something is...off.
The Back Rooms are where the preparation takes place. You're familiar with this. You've been here before, when the lights are down low and you feel the thrill of the show getting ready to begin, adrenaline rushing through your veins.
But...
You do not quite remember how you got here, only that you ARE here. You're still in the circus. You're still a performer. But somehow, things are a little confusing...somehow, you have this feeling that you can't quite put your finger on like something is...off.
The Back Rooms are where the preparation takes place. You're familiar with this. You've been here before, when the lights are down low and you feel the thrill of the show getting ready to begin, adrenaline rushing through your veins.
But...
She was in the back rooms. Wolf could have sworn she came in here for something, but she couldn’t quite remember getting into the room. There was something… off. There wasn’t any reason for this though. Something was just, off. She shrugged; it was possible it was more that she just couldn’t remember getting here and that’s what was confusing her.
There was a rush of adrenaline, a placebo effect from being back here so often, waiting for shows to start. Historically she spent more time in the animal pens, but this was the place she came to to get ready. Her palms itched and she bounced on her heels in anticipation.
Yet…
