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Wyatt nodded his headed use to the general insanity of the ringleader. He wasn’t bother by it at all surprisingly. He decided he better do as the ringleader said and leave. Him and his brother were done for the night and he could go get something to eat and just chill out, he never got much sleep these days, the carnival was open until 3 am and opened back up at 11am the next day, the only time any of the workers really got any rest was when they were traveling. He pulled a pack of cigarettes from the inside of his leather jacket and swiftly lit it with a match as he headed out of the tent, he took a long drag as he let the smoke fill his lungs before blowing it back out in O shapes, smirking at the trick he had learned from a mysterious man who had come through the carnival back in New Zealand.

As he swiftly made his way past the other workers, he spotted a girl who seemed to be lost, it looked as though she was a new employ they always had a look about him, he was tempted to change his course to go help her out until he saw Desmond, then he knew she would be upset, but okay. He actually really liked Desmond he gave the guy a lot of credit he was probably the most put together of them all. He continued out of the tent taking another drag of his cancer stick. He wondered were Wes was, he was always worrying about his brother, which probably wasn’t exactly the healthiest.

He passed by the dancers, maybe he’d watch a show tonight, he thought to himself, before seeing his twin come out of the tent. “Wes.” He called to his brother. Wesley smirked he was in a better mood having just had his feel of blood.