Enzo's head jerks back as the cane comes in contact.<br/>Clutching his jaw he rights his head, the blow seemingly not phasing him.<span style="color: navy"> "Really then? That's where you jump to...can't out smart me and my -genius- mind...so you hit me. "</span>He scoffs a bit, still able to maintain his pompous attitude .<span style="color: navy">"Such tactics will win you no favor' fire-crotch..." </span>He cracks his jaw and glares at Angelo.<span style="color: navy">"It's a shame too.You're really such a pretty thing.." </span><br/><br/>With that he turns on his heels,<span style="color: navy">"I suppose if  one can teach a chimp to behave civilized with promises of a banana and about fifteen minutes... It should only take a few years and a herem of boys to get a full grown stubborn Greek to do the same? I'll see what I can do about the Harem..." </span><br/><br/>_______________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Izzy is in her trailer..she's wasted so much time this morning already. She'd neglected her duties ,  it was mid morning, and there was no one out front barking for the circus. She makes haste to get her self ready.  She turns on her<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JB9VVTMiX1k" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"> Phonograph</a>, trying her best to loosen her throat,on the rare chance she'd actually sing during her act tonight.  She' didn't like singing anymore..all the songs sounded so depressing. It was one thing to mumble along with the words on her own..but in front of a crowd..ugh..she'd rather not look like a love sick school boy..even though..she pretty much was...sans the boy part.<br/><br/>She starts to unbutton her vest,  as she hums along with the recording...<br/><span style="color: olive"><i>"This affair is killin’ me.....I can’t stand uncertainly....Tell me now I’ve got to know...Whether you want me to stay or to go..."<br/>
</i></span><br/>She continues to sing and hum along as she pulls her shirt up over her head, leaving her in a formfitting tank top, and her slacks.. She reaches for her suit shirt, and buttons it as she continues ...<br/><i><br/>
<span style="color: olive">"Love me or leave me...Or let me be lonely.."</span><br/>
</i><br/>She pulls on her vest buttoning it up and wrapping her tie around her neck, but leaving it untied. She hops around on one foot, pulling her pants off, singing a little louder now...<br/><i><br/>
<span style="color: olive">"You won’t believe me, I love you only....I’d rather be lonely..."</span> </i><br/><br/>She flops to the floor....a little -too- much moon shine already this morning, she giggles and tugs her zoot suit pants up.<br/><br/><span style="color: olive"><i>"Then happy with someone else........................"</i></span><br/><br/>She snorts,<span style="color: olive"> "What a stupid fucking song...."</span>Things were only 'stupid' to Izzy when they hit too close to home. She raises to her feet and moves to the Phonograph, turning the record over and playing something far more up beat and with out lyrics.<br/><br/>She finishes dressing,  and sits down in front of her mirror. She runs a hand through her curly hair an musses it up a bit, smiling at how awkward it looks. She grabs a handful of lead-white face paint, and starts to coat her face evenly, she giggles<span style="color: olive">"Queeennnnn Elizabetttthh!"</span>she smirks..she should remember that...Mental note..Queen...Elizabeth...gag..for..show.<br/><br/><br/>She lines her eyes with charcoal black liner, and blue eye shadow...marking her lips with thick, red wine lipstain. She beams at her reflection...<span style="color: olive"> "One thing misssing..."</span>She puts on her pinstriped coat, and her black bowler hat with a red velvet band, and a little card saying "10/6". She taps the hat in place and kicks her wagon door open.<br/><br/><br/>It was show time. She turns on her heel and starts to yap loudly as she runs backwards through the fair grounds,<span style="color: olive">"If' yr lookin' ta get barked' fr  you best be up front in 15 minutes or I'm leavin your slow asses out!" </span>She's peppy upbeat, and immensly excited. She was about to get paid to make fun of people and talk up her friends...wouldn't you be excited as a kid on Christmas?<br/><br/>She spots Serina and grins as the girls already dressed,<span style="color: olive">"SERINA! My pet! You'll go first as always ' love!"</span>She giggles and tips her hat - pointing to Cammy , she giggles again,<span style="color: olive"> "Might wanna run a comb through yr' hair Cam...ya' look like you just rolled out of bed with Goliath.." </span><br/><br/>She turns to the giant twins and beams,<span style="color: olive"> "No Offence big guys! Thanks' fr' chuckin shitbrick for me!" </span>She scampers up to the giant and kisses each of his faces on the forehead.<span style="color: olive">  "MY Heros!" <br/>
</span><br/>She knew she was missing people..but was the point. The first rule of barking..always leave em' wanting more. The sad little Italian girl in love with her best friend, had gone to bedv...'Chicago' had come out to play.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>