<b>Re: Under the Glass Moon [MarxistPanda, xWickedBlackLace, Ve</b><br/><br/>John followed the road on foot for a few hundred yards before cutting into the field, now far off from the carnival. Whenever he became parallel with the row of tents he turned ninety degrees and walked straight for the tents. As he approached he noticed that while some lights were on and there were obviously people about, the place still radiated a very dark and ominous feeling. It made him crouch down slightly and walk in a half-crouch. As he approached one of the outlying tents he heard what sounded like metal on metal or a steel door closing. Reflexively he pressed himself up close against the tent, realizing at the last moment that it wasnât going to resist him like a wall and didnât push his weight against him. His heart was beating faster now, the camera around his neck was moving slightly from his heart beating against his chest. Adrenaline shrouded his mind in its familiar state of hyper-awareness.<br/><br/>He waited a moment after he heard the sound, and the heavy footfalls of someone walking away. Then, he slowly peeked around the corner. He saw the women huddled together in the cage and his eyes widened and he ducked back around the side of the tent. His fight of flight instinct was screaming for him to choose the latter. To run away and call the police or someone. But something in him brought him around the corner of the tent again and set his eyes looking about. Any presence of someone else and he would turn and run. Maybe it was his undying pursuit of knowledge, or maybe part of him thought that uncovering a slave trade would gain him some respect at the office and the community.<br/><br/>Eventually he made it to the cage, his fingers wrapping around the bars, his face peering inside at the naked woman with the tail and the ears, and the nearly naked woman she was holding. At that moment he thought that the feline tail and ears that Sara sported were fake, a carnival trick. âHello?â he whispered as lowly as he could managed, then looked in both directions to see if anyone had heard him, before casting his eyes back on the women.<br/><br/>In the light they would be able to see his face. Handsomely constructed in a boyish way, save for the slight but even scruff that went down from his sideburns around his chin and connecting his mustache to his beard. On the bridge of his nose sat a pair of plastic rim glasses that fit his face, framing his bright and wide green eyes. He was of average height with an athletic build. Enough to let his jeans and wool jacket fit well on his body.