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“Show off,” she muttered under her breath as she cut the connection. Brianna stood up and dusted off her pants. They stood atop the tallest building in the area, where the satellite’s connection could reach even the furthest houses on the outskirts of town.

She walked over to the edge of the building and stared out across the city. The setting sun cast long shadows over the horizon. Wind whipped through her long black hair. Brianna tucked a few flyaway strands behind her ear and turned around to face Felix. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

The ringmaster gave her a crazy smile. The fading light created a creepy shadow on his face. “Don’t I always?”

Brianna ignored his question. They snuck back down the side of the building, escaping before anyone came to investigate the bizzare, unannounced broadcast.

In ten minutes they were back on the ground. Felix bent down in front of Brianna and motioned for her to climb on his back. “I know you don’t like being on the ground. So get on.” Brianna knew there was sense in what he said, and as much as she didn’t want to, she decided to listen to him. Felix hoisted her up with little effort, despite the one-year age gap, and began walking.

“I know that you think we’re going to get into more trouble than get any costumers, but like I said: I know what I’m doing,” Felix said.

Soon they arrived at the circus grounds in a large field where everyone was practicing. Keeping Brianna on him like a backpack, Felix popped out a unicycle. In one swift jump they landed on it, and Felix rode around to see how everyone was doing.

The freaks were unloading equipment into their separate tent. The clowns were making sure the animals were fed and secure. The fire-breather was starting a campfire for the night’s meal.

Felix admired the huge black and red tent that had risen in the time they were gone. The big top: his haven, his sanctuary, his home.

“Take me to the high wire. I need to practice,” Brianna said curtly.

Felix smirked, “I don’t know. I kind of like your legs wrapped around—“ She hit him and jumped off his shoulders, then ran off into the tent. Felix felt a bump rise beneath his palm right when a knife came flying at him. He ducked quickly, falling off the unicycle, right as the flaming knife zipped by him and landed on the target.

“Sorry,” Jason called out.

The 10 year old Roselyn sat in the third row of seats watching all the acts practice. She got up and sighed.
I should probably be practicing too. Roselyn walked over to her special mat, her short, blonde hair bouncing behind her. She took a look at the sketch she made of her and the new trick she'd wanted to try.
Okay. I can do this. Roselyn's heart pounded. She was nervous. Her new tricks didn't always turn out so well. A couple months ago, while trying her newest sketched trick, her leg slipped out from under her, and she broke her arm. Those months were torture; Roselyn missed preforming in three of the shows that month.
"I can do this," Roselyn assured herself outloud, and started to practice.

Nikkala walked along the sidewalk from the supermarket. She had just spent the monthly $50 she earned from babysitting and dogwalking. Since her parents died, she had found ways to take care of herself. Nikki gripped the few groceries tighter. The cans of food, drinks and water would only last her the month. Her parents left her all the money in their will, which was not much. Only a couple thousand for her to survive. Before they died, Mother worked for $100 per session to train her. Father lost his job and whenever he could, worked part-time. No matter how hard he tried, Father just could not land a solid job. The bank forced them from their home into a shabby apartment, where she now lived. After the passing of her parents, the manager helped her by reducing the apartment costs by half.

Nikki cleared her head and focused on the crowd of people in front of the television store. She pushed her way through and watched the odd commercial that was airing. The ad finished and the creepy voice rang in her ears.

"The Twisted Hearts Circus. It's devestatingly entertaining."

Nikkala made her way back to the apartment, groceries in hand.
With her free hand, she dug her hand in her jeans pocket and pulled out the key. She unlocked the door, then closed it behind her. Nikki set the bags on the table. Nothing would perish too quickly. She sat down and logged onto her Mother's old laptop. She sighed, and placed her fingers on the home keys. In the search bar, she typed 'The Twisted Hearts Circus location'. Nikkala printed off a few maps and studied them closely.
I wonder if they are hiring...

Roselyn sat down, exhausted. After practicing so long, she finally mastered her newest trick. She looked up from her mat, and spotted Felix, walking to his trailer.

Roselyn approached the Ring Master. Her blonde hair bounced behind her as she walked toward Felix. She was one of the "freaks", as they were called.
"I finished my trick!" She announced happily, her emerald eyes sparkled with excitement. She was young, a mere 11 years of age; however, her talents amazed and mystified people.

On his command, the skillful contortionist twisted her body in ways gymnasts thought impossible. After performing for Felix, she eagerly waited for his criticizm.

Brianna’s eyes were dark with rage. She could feel anger radiating off her body in waves. Stupid Felix! Stupid! Brianna shakily breathed in, slowing the rush of adrenaline in her blood. There were better ways to catch my attention!

Felix had dodged the knife, and cycled away like nothing happened. Brianna scanned the circus below her. Already, Felix was stopped for an evaluation of an act: Roselyn’s contortionist act. The ringmaster, never alone. Inhaling a deep breath, Brianna controlled her remaining anger toward Felix. There will be opportunities, she thought, I just have to bide my time.

Brianna caught sight of someone- a stranger- approaching Felix. Brianna walked across the high wire to get a closer look. What do we have here?

Nikkala stumbled back, stunned. Mainly appaled at his offer, and shocked because of how young he was, and running a circus all his own.
Focus, there is something more important at the moment

Regaining her posture, Nikkala stepped toward Felix.
"You said you were hiring, correct? I would be pleased to work for your circus. How many jobs are presently available?"

Foxx opened his "cage" and climbed in. He walked around in it for a while. Then, he wrapped his paws around two of the bars and started to "try" shaking them. He acted like he wanted to get out. Then, Foxx stopped and smiled.
"That should do it," He said as he climbed out and locked the cage.