Andrei
"How about yourself Mr. Solovyov?" Her accent flooded through his last name.
Andrei sighed, as he floated, shifting so that he was on his back, hand reaching up towards the sky, long hair floating around his body, spreading out like tangled web. "Life is life," he answered softly. "Never for the worse, but always for the better, da?" He turned to look at Scarlett, before he straightened, standing up, looking out to the side - as though he could hear something.
He narrowed his eyes. Something....or someone...was out there. He didn't know how he knew, but...However, before he could try to figure it out any more, he felt other eyes on him, and turned, meeting Memphis' gaze, before the other turned to glance back at Vincent.
He returned his attention to Scarlett. "As usual, my dear, you look lovely," he complimented her off-handedly.
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Ringmaster
There was something off...about this day off. The Ringmaster should have been hoarded up in his room, cuddling with his bottles, but instead...he was sober. He wandered through the campgrounds, listening to the conversations going on around him. He was uneasy of today. But then again, he was unsure of all days off. Who knew what might happen? Who knew what sort of new ideas could crop up when the exhibits and the performers had free reign?
Quite a number of the exhibits and performers had gone down to the pond - he could hear screams and the splashing of water, as well as more than a few cries of indignation even from where he stood.
But he wasn't cruel....all the time. He'd let them have their fun. Tomorrow was a work day. A rehearsal day.
Oh, and it just might be a brutal one.