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Freye Martzelli

"I'm just an onlooker, like you. We can't do much, but we could've done anything."

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a character in “Freaks Galore”, as played by reveries

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My Name Is Freye Martzelli.
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I Am 23 Years Old.
I Am A
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I Came Here Because I wished to see the attractions as an audience member, and to gain inspiration for my art from this zoo..

What Am I Like? Well... Uhm, I should make this short and sweet and straight to the point. I consider myself a polite and lady-like person as much as possible. I try to handle myself with a graceful manner and make sure that others see me as what I truly am on the inside. I'm been told that I'm quite quiet and soft-spoken (only because I find that my voice is a bit too deep for my tastes), overall girly and pretty. I love smiling, as it's something that is out of habit, and I take great enjoyment in my drawings. I hate it when people harass about other's appearances, as I believe that beauty can be found anywhere. I'm quite easy-going and calm, and while my friends think that it's just my odd 'hippie' and vegan vibes, it's not! I only wish to be able to stand up with my opinions, and, allow me to brief about this, to be able to fight back the injustices of society for many things. Pollution, bullying, corruption.. many things. As for my fears.. I fear others learning my apparent identity and not accepting me for I really am. I am scared of many things, but my greatest would be rejection for being who I truly am..

My Life Has Been Interesting. This is How it Went I was born the youngest and second child in a household of two parents as well as an older brother who was older than me by 9 years, a middle-class working family. I grew up with the typical boyish things, blue colored rooms and sports on television. Though I took a much more liking to dolls and dressing up in my mother's clothes. It was phase that my parents didn't worry much about at the time, as I was around 4. However, as I didn't wish to stop liking the things that I did, they began to worry. I was around 7 with the same attraction to pretty, frilly things when my father first came home to find me in my mother's clothes once more, and he went into a fit of rage at my acts. My mother later came home to find me crying and locked in my room. There were many arguments and my mother disagreed with my father who thought that my 'girly' interests were unnatural for a male such as myself. I was on good terms with my brother, despite the large age gap and the disapproval from my father. My parents eventually later divorced when I turned 12 and my mother became my sole guardian. She was a very understanding person as I tried to stop being who I was and failing. Throughout my life, I decided to dress as a female and look like a female and act like one. I didn't see why my father disapproved, and it became clear to me throughout my teenage years. I still held my childish feminine looks until I hit halfway through high school. When my genetics began to catch up, I had panicked. I dropped out of school, unable to go out with the changes that were going through with my body, and I hated it. My mother, still the understanding and saint that she is and still is, had allowed me to learn to accept myself for I was, and through both her consent and mine, I underwent a program to successfully change my gender by taking hormone changing medicine. I haven't stopped taking it since and the changes that I've been going through were fantastic, and have keep the true appearance of a female through my lucky chances that I was just more feminine than most males. I hope to be able to completely be a woman next year where I will undergo operation. I am currently studying the Fine Arts at my community college..

Wait! One More Thing! Freye has an eidetic memory, and is able to remember back to a Friday when he was 3 years old and his mother gave him a yellow Banana plush toy to play with during a rainy afternoon. Currently, he's looking for a small job that could pay well, as while his mother's savings are allowing his college education, operations are expensive.

Writing Sample?
".. Wow." Softly spoken, Freye lets out a breath of awe as he (until that operation! And then, finally, he could truly be able to refer to himself as a true female!) takes a few hesitant steps that change into more excited and confident ones as he looked around. "Surely, I can find some inspiration here at this zoo." Pulling long and messy brown locks to the side neatly, and making sure that the white dress he was wearing was presentable, he walked forward towards one of the cages. The zoo here was certainly interesting, and when he had first heard of it, he had immediately made sure to take some time out of his schedule to come and visit. It was a shame that Mother couldn't come down with me.

Watching with a great interest, he stared it down, and took out the white sketch pad that hung on his shoulders slowly, a sketching pencil in his hair taken out with delicate hands to start light lines on the paper. "You're so beautiful." He changed glances towards her paper and back to the mutant in the cage. With a final few lines to his small sketch, he looked back to the mutant. He smiled pitifully, and whispered, "you poor thing you." Looking back to his sketch, the abstract piece that was slowly forming in his head was beginning to change from a colorful piece that of a much more monochrome and sadder picture, and glanced away from it as he shook his mind of sad thoughts. It can't be helped. I don't know what I can do to help these creatures, and I wouldn't know if they actually enjoyed being here or not. .. It's not my place to decide.

Stepping back a little, he moved onto the next cage, not without the pulling back glances he kept to the first cage that he had visited, a regretful look, but turning around completely with the sketch in his hands, and to continue on to look at the rest of the animals. It hurt to see that it could be him in that cage, and that he was someone who wasn't any better than anyone since he was just merely walking away, but he didn't know just what to do. With another sigh, his eyes caught attention to another exhibit, and took out the same pad and pencil, and began sketching once more. "The color on your scales are magnificent." He did the very same routine each time he visited a cage, but the burden on his heart didn't lighten not once each time.

So begins...

Freye Martzelli's Story

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Character Portrait: Ridley Shay Character Portrait: The Owner Character Portrait: Avarella "Nixon" Lee Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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"Yes, I'm not gonna stop you from practicing." Avarella smiled, but slightly startled by the sudden voice of The Owner that seemed to have come out of nowhere. She turned around to see the man in authority, still taller than her as ever. Maybe I should find some ways to get taller myself? It's quite unsettling. She was used to tall people, but Jack - oh, wait, she's not allowed to call him that. She could ponder about the subject later.

Sharping herself with a straighter back to pay proper attention, she was able to call the tidbits of getting to the rest of the mutants by by 11. "Understood, sir." She spoke calmly, her expression turning into a blank glare when he commented on Ridley's practice. She held her tongue, and watched as he went off to somewhere that she didn't have any idea was. Probably to open up the zoo, seeing as opening hours would begin right about now. She quickly glanced to her watch, but didn't even look at the time, and glanced back to the cage with a smile. ".. I'll see you later then, Ridley."

Not wanting to be behind schedule before noon, she moved over to the next cage. There was some rustling about in the other cages that she had faintly heard earlier. Then again, it could have been just her, or the noise of the others practicing. Avarella wasn't exactly sure as to what to call the exhibits. Freaks was something too much, and mutants didn't fit just right. She wasn't sure as to what to call them, seeing as they would probably want to be acknowledged as such for what they were without being insulted. .. Perhaps I'll just ask them. Her attention was caught the sudden amount of people that were around that weren't there before, and quickened her pace. I'll be behind schedule at this rate!

As she reached the next cage, peering into the darkness that was just like that of Ridley's and Ebony's before she had disturbed them, only that this one seemed a bit occupied. It had already attracted a few people, and she smiled. She'd probably hover around here before talking to the one inside the cage alone. It probably wouldn't be very professional to do this while customers were around. Though, she couldn't help the widening of her eyes and the slight freeze of the limbs as she looked as at what was in the cage, possessing that of a scorpion tail. It took a few moments to process what it was that she was looking at. ".. Wow." She breathed out.

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Freye lined up to the rest of the crowd who came by to see the zoo here that caught their attention, probably like how they did with hers.. His. (Just another year Freye, just another year, and you'll be free from this torture.) As he walked in with a small smile on his face - large smiles weren't too lady-like after all - he took a map of the zoo quite absentmindedly, taking in the entire sight of the entire zoo in general. ".. Surely to bring inspiration." He murmured to himself. While it should be wondrous to be here at this.. 'freak' zoo, he was alone, and no one should be very happy being alone. Mother had to stay back since she got herself hospitalized from falling down the stairs and fortunately only breaking a leg. He kept the bag that hung over his shoulder a bit tighter in his grip, barely glancing to the yelling man who he's assume was some big shot here at the zoo. Perhaps a sorts of ringleader or some other nonsense.

He kept his gaze on the map, looking over the color and coordination and wondering how it would look if he stuck to a palette of the specific colors on his map for an illustration. ".. Like swans and tigers." Patting down the white dress he wore for any dirt marks, he looked back up to the man who so enthusiastic. A good sculpture design concept. Looking around the crowd of that seemed to have gotten even larger, he took his phone out, only to sigh at the correspondence messages as he looked through it with a manicured hand. Sighing to himself, he looked back to the map/brochure paper. ".. Seems like I'll have to look through this place alone." Turning the paper over, he smiled as he stared over each portrait of the featured.. 'freaks', at the color and the overall appeal of the design. Though, he supposed that that they could've looked happier. Then again, not many would be happy if you think about these sorts of circumstances.

Her eye was caught by the image of the one 'freak' that was called 'Angel'. Wings.. They sound wondrous. He made a bee line to go and search for the girl. She certainly seemed quite beautiful on the picture. He tried to imagine what she would appear as in person itself, though the fact that he wasn't able to helped motivate his searching.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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Dawn stared at the crowd gathering, waiting. Sitting still in the shadows, she was listening to the complaints of people waiting. With a sigh, she stood up and balanced on the tree branch before taking a step into the air and falling. Landing on the balls of her feet, a loud burst of applause met her and she put on her regular fake smile. Couldn't disappoint. She unfolded her wings and let them extend to the sides, giving a few seconds for people to look at them before starting to fly. She did flips through the air, followed by an array of twists and turns. It was almost always the same thing, but she tended to switch it up every once in a while.

A couple minutes of this passed, before she stopped and sat in the middle of the cage. That was pretty much her sign that she was done for now. Nearly everybody moved on, but somebody caught her eye. It was clearly a guy, but they were dressed up like a girl. Oh well. She would play along. She didn't bother moving or anything, but she stared at them. They weren't leaving, that was for sure, so she just sat there and stared. She didn't make any means to talk to them. Just watch.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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Once he had found the cage that had held Angel, much more alive than the picture of her in the brochure. He just stood there in awe at the girl's beauty and her grace as she did her performance. Watching closer, he didn't wish to play on her paranoia that perhaps that she was watching him too as the crowd began to leave as she finished up, but he merely decided to just watch and just.. stare. It was sort of creepy, to his mind as he noticed just what he was doing but unable to help himself, to just be watching, and not observe like he often did. But Freye just stood there silently, and then took out the sketchpad in his bag, placing his leathery bag on the floor as he pulled strands of hair away from his face and a sketching pencil in his other hand. Quickly, he got the general shape that he kept trying to replay in his mind, staring intensely at only the white sketchpad in his hands, before looking back up to the girl with wings in the cage some good long minutes later. Perhaps I should come closer, though I would probably have to ask if she'd mind.

His feet moved quickly, snatching his bag back up and a quick pat over to be rid of any overly excess dirt, he slowly moved up, not wishing to run due to the fact that he was still being mindful of his manner of walking. Staring some more, and quiet as he looked at her, it took a minute or two to finally speak up and say something. "Hello." At the very least, he wasn't stammering, and smiled. "I'm Freya." By habit, he inserted an 'a' to make it more feminine. "I wish to be very blunt, may I ask to draw your portrait." It's a bad habit, but he tried to be straight to the point as possible. He hoped that she'd allow him to draw her, but he wouldn't put it against her if he refused. It would seem that most people don't like to have their portraits taken.. Freye remembered the first he had drawn someone without their permission, and had decided to just.. show it to them. That earned him a sharp glare. He supposed that it was because that he was in a female's outfit, that he didn't a straight slap to the face. Though, he did get an earful out of that, some screaming and some harassment here and there. It wasn't unpleasant, overall.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Ridley Shay Character Portrait: The Owner Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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"I wish to be very blunt, may I ask to draw your portrait." Okay, that was a new one. Usually, people asked Dawn more normal things, like how she got her wings and such. Or, they just laughed at her. She wasn't sure what to say, so she just sat there for a couple of seconds, looking at the ground of her enclosure.

"Sure. You can draw me, I guess. Just don't laugh at me." That last part was an accident. She meant to think it to herself, but it had slipped out. Thankfully, she talked so quiet they probably wouldn't hear her anyway. She looked up for a second, brushing a few wisps of hair out of her face. She was usually populated, yes, but nobody ever asked to draw her. Speaking of crowd, a small family was approaching. She gave an apologetic smile to Freya, and stood, letting her wings unfold and spread out. The two children laughed and wrapped their hands around the bars, pushing their faces closer. It was probably a little bit dangerous, she could easily hurt one of them if she was a more aggressive exhibit, but for the current moment they weren't hurting her at all. Except for the current streams of thoughts she was getting from them.

Look at the wings! So pretty... A voice that she guessed belonged to the little girl filled her mind, along with some other things how she looked like a doll. She did a flip for them, trying to block out their thoughts. She honestly loved children, but you try listening to them nonstop, even when they weren't talking.

Wow, she's cool. Wait, look at that one. He looks like a dog. I want to see him. He's cool. That sounded like the boy. He was already turning towards his parents, who currently Dawn couldn't tell what they were thinking. She had to be closer. She sighed as they left. No matter how much she wanted to be free, she loved it when she was visited. Even if she knew none of these people wanted to be her friend. They were just here to laugh at her, call her a freak...

Stop thinking like that. Most of them are nice people.

Pushing a fake smile onto her face, she turned back to the woman man in front of her and thought about how boring she must look.

"Would you like me to do more tricks? I must be boring you. Oh, by the way, I'm.. Angel." Dawn didn't want to give away her real name... Yet.
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Jack stared at the empty exhibit in front of him, a sneer already in place. Where was the spider girl. She was supposed to be entertaining. Not like anybody was here... But that was probably because there was nothing to see.

"Widow! Get out here, now. You don't want to go into isolation, do you?" Isolation was something he had dreamt up. They shoved the freak into a dark room, no doors (as far as they could tell), no windows, no food, no 'enchantments'. One of his fellow scientist friends had figured out how to prevent them from using anything in that room. Actually, they were just a normal person during isolation. They didn't look nor act different. The Owner didn't know how it worked, it just did.

"I suggest you hurry up. Don't want me to come in there, do you?" He wouldn't do it unless he had to, of course. He hated being in there with them. But still, he could still ask one of his guards to come and 'escort' her out. More like drag. But it worked. He wrapped his hands around the cool metal bars, a small evil grin in place. "Come on, Black Widow. We just want to see your act..." He cooed into the darkness, a few people gathering behind him but he shooed them off.

Still, nothing. Jack took a step back and regarded the situation. He didn't really care what had happened. What he did know, however, is if this girl didn't come out in one minute, she was getting one hell of a beating, followed by a rather long isolation period.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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Freye honestly didn't really know what to think as soon as she had replied back and seemed to be okay with his sudden question. Though the 'just don't laugh at me' caught his attention immediately, and he frowned, questions popping up to ask as to what she meant by that, but was unable to voice of them as she turned to entertain a family who came up to her cage and admired her as she did some sort of performance. Her voice is so quiet.. He noted, studying her features further, thinking of endless ways as how to portray her correctly, his sketchpad calmly placed in front of him, held by two arms. He observed carefully, wishing to truly capture her essence onto paper, patiently.

As she turned back to him while the other family that had came up went to see the other attractions, he noted how dull the light in her eyes seemed, like there was a lack of .. well, something. That he couldn't exactly put a finger on, though it was something important. He frowned nevertheless, "No, thank you. It's not much of a good thing to use the term 'tricks', it seems to belittle you. But in any case, it's nice to meet you Angel." Freye doesn't point that he knew of this already, but polite manners were something that had been ingrained into his mind since long ago. He wasn't planning on breaking that habit any time soon. "But you're not boring me at all, in fact, you're quite beautiful. That alone makes me satisfied." He softly spoke, the slight roughness that he had never managed to be rid of was distinctly hard to hear, lest one were to hear quite carefully. It always stuck out to his own ears. "But I'd enjoy some small talk, if you'd like. I enjoy that sort of thing if I were to draw someone's portrait. Thank you for allowing me so, to draw it." He understood that his tone was always a bit stiff, but it wasn't really his fault. It just came naturally.

Adjusting his sketchpad to be held like so, as he held his pencil lightly as he already began some more lines, freshly starting on a new sheet. "If you wouldn't mind me asking, Angel," he looked back up to memorize the shape of her hair and how it falls over her shoulders, before looking back down, light lines. "What do you think is the meaning of life?" Questions like these always did start off the general feel of the piece, to include personality. He quickly sketched out the typical starter geometrical shapes, so he wouldn't lag behind. He looked back up with a smile. "Honest answers are greatly appreciated."

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Character Portrait: Ebony *Jetta* Keneson Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Ridley Shay Character Portrait: The Owner Character Portrait: Kalie Ringer Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli Character Portrait: Rosa Evangeline Character Portrait: Jennifer Cross Character Portrait: Sebastian Feoure Character Portrait: Timothy Cross

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"What do you think is the meaning of life?" Dawn looked up, a small frown set on her face. Meaning of life? "Honest answers are greatly appreciated." She tried to think of what to say. Nobody has bothered to ask her a question like that since... Well, since ever. She ran a hand through her hair before deciding the suitable answer that Jack always used. And, the one all of the older freaks used to describe themselves.

"To entertain. It doesn't matter if we want to, or don't want to, but we have to entertain." Her eyes never strayed from a spot on the ground, and she could hear Freya's voice fill her head with thoughts at what she had just said. She flapped her wings, enough to have her hover a bit over the ground but not enough to be out of sight. She looked down at her current audience member. Only audience member, at that. Where was everybody? She looked around, finding them crowded around Ridley's cage. And Jack... Wait, Jack? That must mean that she had done something wrong. And sure enough, there was soon a web covering the bars of her cage. Oh, no. She wouldn't be leaving without bruises.

"I don't mean to cut our conversation short, but the zoo is closing soon, Freya. I thought you might like to know." Still quiet. But this time, Dawn look up. Over Freya's head and to watch the sunset. It was beautiful, she watched it every time. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair again. Habit.
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Jack looked at Jetta, saw the rib sticking out. Saw Widow shoot the web. He had had just about enough. He shot a look to everybody that was dangerously evil. He was losing his patience. And you didn't want him to lose his patience. He looked at Timothy one last time, nodded, before heading off to his office. It was still as clustered as ever, maybe even more messy because he had left a window open and the breeze had blown papers everywhere. As soon as he locked the door behind himself, the phone rang, but he didn't recognize the caller. Instead, he walked over to it and listened to the message.

"Hello,this is Jennifer Cross. I was just wandering if it would be possible to interview you when you arrive at Vancouver,possibly other staff member and maybe a few of your 'exhibits'. This would be a really interesting story and I would love to work on it. Thank you. Bye." Jack looked down at the answering machine as the girl (Jennifer Cross. Name sounded familiar) hung up and a series of beeps told him that. He looked around. The newspaper, that's where she was from. And she wanted a story on them. Which would populate them. And then cause him to earn more money.

"This is The Owner of Freaks Galore. We will be arriving at Vancouver in two days, you won't miss us. There will be flyers all over town. But, if you'd like to interview us, that would be wonderful. The freaks you should probably interview are our most populated ones, which are stated on the front of the map when you get here. If you'd like to know their names ahead of time, here they are; Angel, Black Widow, Jetta, Romulus, and Zero. Staff, I'll introduce you to when you arrive. We'll cease to entertain you." With that, he hung up. Somebody had answered, but that was all he had said. And that would be enough to catch their attention.
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"Attention! The zoo is now closed. We will be here tomorrow also, so if you wish to come back, please do so. After that, we will be heading to Vancouver. Please clear out, or my guards will have to help you." Jack called out, the last part dead serious, but he smiled as if it were a joke. He ushered a lot of the onlookers that were talking to the freaks with his hands. Amoung them was a redhead, a girl in pigtails, a french guy, and some dude dressed like a girl. He nearly pushed them out, but did it with the same joking smile.

After all, he had to get to his freaks. They hadn't exactly done a good job today.

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Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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Freye would have to admit that he was a bit put off by the short comment that came from the girl, Angel, but nodded as he continued to sketch, long lines and light marks. Quietly, he wrote down her words, and mumbling them under his breath so to help remember, "To entertain. It doesn't matter if we want to, or don't want to, but we have to entertain."

To entertain. Does not matter? But to entertain. What did that mean, really? A forced submission into life? Or rather, an acceptance for what one must do under the heavy influence to what is.. what? What would it be? His hands twitched, unable sure as to how to approach the portrait any further, and a frown crossed his features at his lack of action. His inability to be able to draw out what he wishes to be able to see, but this answer that she has given, leaves him at a blank at nothing. The portrait cannot come to him, and his mind tries to wander around this answer that the beautiful girl in the cage has given, but his attention is taken away when she announces that the zoo will be closing, and that they'll end it here. With so many unanswered questions?

Freye nods nevertheless, and smiles if only a little bit, but does not put his things away, before waving goodbye silently, and whispers, "until next time then, hopefully."

The sound of the man's voice from earlier beckons him out of his thoughts, and several other people come to help escort him out. Why is that? Freye doesn't really ponder too much on that subject, reverting back to the sentence that Angel replied that put him so off, repeating endlessly in his mind. It's probably going to haunt throughout the night. As he's leaving, he takes a last glance back, and with the sketch in his hands, unable to rip it or crumble it or tear it up, he simply smooths out his dress. With the sketchbook in his hand, he calmly places it back in his bag, and then silently walks back home. To entertain. It doesn't matter if we want to, or don't want to, but we have to entertain.. Freye plans to go back. Tomorrow. Most certainly that he will.

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Character Portrait: Ebony *Jetta* Keneson Character Portrait: Dawn Murphy Character Portrait: Salem (Romulus) Whales Character Portrait: The Owner Character Portrait: Freye Martzelli

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"Having trouble sleeping?" Dawn raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't possible see it. She was about to answer him, but then the screams were back again. This time, Ebony's. She flinched, and she was sure anybody that bothered to look at her could see it.

"Yes. It's the screams. How about you? I didn't wake you up, did I?" She admitted, shrugging. She looked around the zoo, trying to ignore what Herrick had said. If she could sleep, she would. After all, tomorrow everybody would have to work extra hard to impress Jack. But he would find something that was wrong. He always did.

The girl's mind strayed from Salem to the person that had visited her. Freya. He had looked a little puzzled about her answer, but it was the truth. Entertaining... It was all she did. And if she didn't... A shiver ran through her spine as she heard yet another scream pierce the night. She was surprised anybody neighboring the zoo couldn't hear it. But then again, Jack picked the locations where nobody could hear nor see anything after hours.

Clever man, he was. Dead evil, but clever.