<span style="font-style: italic">London, 2 days before the Nightmare incident</span><br/><br/>Frahlah let out a comfortable sigh, jumping onto his bed and laying there for a moment. There was a knock at the door and the circus teen sat up. "Come in," he called. His English was good, but he had a light, unidentifiable accent.<br/><br/>The door opened to show a tall, smiling, blonde woman. "You did a very good job today, Frahlah dear," she said warmly. "Excellent form."<br/><br/>Frahlah smiled brightly. "Thank you mother," he said in response. "Does that mean...?"<br/><br/>Mrs. Tahmihr smiled. "Yes. Preform well tomorrow and you can go see the new exhibit at that art museum."<br/><br/>Frahlah beamed. His mother and father still had to perform on the day of the exhibit, but they'd cleared him a day off if he performed well up until the day of the exhibit. He was greatly looking forward to it.<br/><br/>***<span style="font-style: italic">Day of the Nightmare incident</span>***<br/><br/>Frahlah looked inside his small closet in his room in the trailer. There would be no performance attire today. He needed to leave bright and early to catch a bus that would take him to the museum. He chose from the selection of clothes, probably the most normal looking outfit he owned that he actually liked. It consisted of a comfortable, green, form-fitting T-shirt with an open denim jacket. The sleeves of the jacked reach almost to his elbows and the jacket reached only about halfway down his torso. He also took out a pair of form-fitting denim shorts reaching just past his knees, and white tennis shoes.<br/><br/>Whenever he wore this outfit, he would always have his green T tucked into his shorts. The shirt did a wonderful job of showing off his toned muscles. Well why not? If you've got it, flaunt it, right? Frahlah took a few minutes to comb his blonde hair and brush his teeth. He was also sure to touch up his green nail polish and repaint the green diamond on his left cheek with face makeup. A little bit of the carny lifestyle he'd come to love always showed through, even when he was dressing "normal".<br/><br/>Satisfied with his appearance, Frahlah grabbed an apple from a bowl in the kitchen of their table and shouted a hurried "see you later!" to his mom and dad. As the circus teen burst from the door of their trailer, he took a glance at the sky. It looked like it might rain today. Hopefully it waited until he was inside the museum. Frahlah munched on his apple as he walked to the nearest bus stop, excited about the day to come.<br/><br/>---------------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">London, 2 days before the Nightmare incident (very late at night)</span><br/><br/>Exhausted, Ijemaru slipped the key into the slot in his hotel room door. He opened it and flipped on the light. The light stayed on only long enough for him to undress and change into pajamas, then the young man immediately turned it off and collapsed into his bed.<span style="font-style: italic">That was the longest, most exhausting plane ride I've ever been on,</span>his mind thought wearily.<br/><br/>Apparently, the opening of this new Eden exhibit at the London museum was a really big deal. It had to be, or they wouldn't have paid for a plane ticket to send him all the way here from Japan. Why him? Several reasons: he was intelligent, competent, trustworthy, one of their best investigators, and he spoke perfect English. Honestly, he was so fluent now that he no longer had a Japanese accent when he spoke it. Admittedly he'd developed more of an American accent than a British one, but that hardly mattered here.<br/><br/>Well he had one day to relax, make sure his camera was working, and get to know the town. Then the exhibit opened. Ijemaru let out a sigh and thought, just before falling asleep:<span style="font-style: italic">This Eden thing better not be boring.</span><br/><br/>***<span style="font-style: italic">Day of the Nightmare incident</span>***<br/><br/>Notepad, check. Camera, though he wasn't sure he'd be able to use it inside the museum, check. The young reportive investigator took a glance at the gray sky outside his window... Rain coat, check. Well, it looked like he was ready. He'd already taken a shower when he woke up, gotten dressed, brushed his teeth and his abnormally light (let's face it, white) hair. The exhibit didn't start yet for an hour or two. As a reporter, Ijemaru always liked to be early, so heading out now was exactly the way he liked things. Besides, while he could drive, he didn't have his car with him, and who knew how long it would take to catch a taxi or a bus in this place?<br/><br/>((Lol. I totally mooched off your format, Zen ^_^ ))