Cadillac cars were not a common sight in these parts, even those brandishing a cabby's yellow paint and glowing sign atop. Yet here one was, pulling up along the rough dirt road, and getting as close to the amalgamation of tents and wagons and this and that as the driver dared.<span style="color: rgb(153, 204, 255)"> "Ya sure this's the right place mack?"</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153)"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">Called the driver, even as a tall, slim figure half climbed, and half stumbled his way from the back seat. <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">"Y-yes, yes it is... I think... Nothings old, b-b-but it's not n-new, either..." <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">A slight smile pulling at boyish looks as he capped his curly top with a fedora, bright blue eyes wide as he looked about.</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">It wasn't the same, absolutely nothing was as it used to be. But then, wasn't that what he liked about the Cirque? The constant change? The constant adventure? The surprisingly tall gentleman threw his dress coat over one shoulder, hooked on two fingers, a gold chain hanging from the vest pocket he kept a watch in, and a simple, but pricy looking duffle bag dangled from the grip of his other arm. He had paid the man in advance, and left a hearty tip, and reminder that 'we never met'. No further words were exchanged, nor warning given, before the cab turned to leave.<br/>
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A slight smile crept at his lips, and the man couldn't help but take in a long, deep breath, then dropped to his knees in a coughing fit, eyes watering at the burn of diesel smoke and animal excrement. Well, there went his man card.<br/>
</span><br/><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 153)"><span style="color: #000000">Shaking it off, he pulled himself to his feed, then began at a casual stride into the camp, coat now held under his arm.</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">"Um, excuse me?"<br/>
"Pardon me?"<br/>
"Oh, could you?"<br/>
"Er, Sir?" <span style="color: rgb(89, 0, 179)">WHACK!</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0)">Well, that was the Bearded Lady. Good to know. it wasn't long before the lanky fellow found his way into the central circle, looking less like some city boy in the middle of an unfinished circus, and more like a fish out of water. Wondering his way up behind Enzo and Cathy, and being none the wiser, tapped at the co-owner's suspender <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204)">"P-pardon me, S-sir, Ma'am. No ill will meant, but, um... Can you p-p-point me to... Enzo?"</span></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>