Arturo seemed to disappear as soon as the wrap was taken from his hand. Effortlessly moving into a gap in the crowd and being spirited away by the flow of people. His hand reached into a pocket in his coat and pulled out a black blindfold while the other shielded his eyes from the views of others. A flash of mangled flesh and scars could be seen before the black strip of cloth covers it, leaving only the tips of wounds poking out from under it.<br/><br/>Many of the townies gave him odd looks before quickly losing interest. Compared to the exotic and extravagant nature of the circus, Arturo was rather bland in appearance. The only truly unusual feature being the blindfold and violin. This didn't bother him at all though, he could slip into and out of the crowds without being crowded as much as the others, he was more agile in a sense.<br/><br/>He quietly reflected on his circumstance as the crowds moved him towards a destination unknown.<br/><br/>Arturo's air of calm was broken as his ears started to pick up disturbing snippets of a conversation.<br/><br/>"...far to terrified..."<br/><br/>The influence of the crowd lessened as he started to make his own path.<br/><br/>"...shouldn't threaten the man..."<br/><br/>His smile had become an emotionless line.<br/><br/>"...be come your very worst fucking nightmare."<br/><br/>Arturo's steps quickened, taking him straight toward Enzo and Serina. His approach was stealthy, the crowds keeping him sheltered from their sight.<br/><br/>"So how about it pet.....lose her to the tattoo'ed bitch...or play nice?"<br/><br/>Arturo stays unmoving, the swirling tide of bodies letting him listen without being conspicuous.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>