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You've grown up in the circus. You know your way around it like the back of your hand. It's your home. Yet for some reason, you can't figure out where your tent is. Maybe you need some help. Maybe someone can assist, but they seem just as lost as you are...it's a little disorienting.
Courtland knew where his tent was, it wasn't like it went anywhere ever, but he'd walked down the rows of tents twice now and couldn't seem to find his. It was always in the same place. Second row, fourth down.
Instead he was staring at the front of someone elses tent instead of his own familiar one. It was almost enough to make him cry. Practice had been hard, the knife thrower working on a few new tricks, and all he wanted to do was curl up in bed and not move now that he'd had a shower and was clean. Instead he was stuck walking around unable to find his own damn home.
"God I just want to sleep." He whined softly.
Another trip down the row and he was convince that someone had to have moved his tent. That was the only answer. Some new a*****e came in and shifted things around.
"Arg! ******** it." Whoever moved his tent was just going to have to deal with him sleeping in theirs. Ignoring that the tent in his 'spot' was defenatly not his he shoved the flat aside and stalked in. The tent was empty for the moment and after taking a look around to make sure it was at least clean Courtland dropped himself onto the bed.
skye starrfyre
