[center][h1][color=5F7171]Darren Andrews[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=5F7171][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Circus Grounds, Main Tent
[color=5F7171][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Everyone in the Circus Tent[/center][hr]

Darren's attention was rather quickly directed away from his questioning and back towards the Demon when he was thrown up against the wall. He groaned first at the pain of suddenly being slammed, but then grit his teeth hard and hissed as he felt the pain of the knife through his arm. Oddly, he appreciated that this was not the first time that he was stabbed, and he managed to recover from the pain quickly enough, the adrenaline starting to pump through his veins certainly helping with that as he shook his head, reaching up toward the blade. [color=5F7171][b]"Ow, ow, ow, ow..."[/b][/color] He repeated himself again and again as he took hold of the blade, slowly trying to drag it out, though the force pinning him back was too strong.

He had figured he needed to get free, he still had the chalk he'd been using with Aloise back at the shed, wherever, or however long ago that had been, he could use it to make a Devil's trap. If they could get the demon into that, then he could have exorcised it. It was at that moment, while these thoughts were going through Darren's head, that he was caught by a flash of light and looked over to see Seraphina, her blade embedded in the demon's gut, killing it. His eyes went wide for a moment or two, seemingly amazed - this was, technically, Darren's first encounter with an angel, not even sure what she was as he watched the demon fall.

Reaching up, he finally pulled the knife from his arm with a groan of pain, tearing part of his shirt to wrap up the wound like a bandage as he moved over to the girl on the ground with her. He watched as the others approached, his eyes locked on Seraphina as she knelt over Emmie. Staring at her, he couldn't help but ask; [color=5F7171][b]"How the hell did you do that? What are you?"[/b][/color] He paused then as he waited for an answer, pointing a finger vaguely in Millicent's direction without looking when he heard her speak up. [color=5F7171][b]"That's also still a good question."[/b][/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=C55555]James Murphy[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=C55555][b]Location:[/b][/color] Coventry Circus Grounds
[color=C55555][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Olivia Johnson, [@Nallore] Aloise Zamora [@Morose][/center][hr]

Turning his gaze away from Olivia as he saw another woman approach and quickly run past his truck, James' interest, and caution, was piqued at her words. Watching as the two quickly ran off toward the fair grounds, James considered strongly driving away. In fact, James had never perhaps considered anything more in his life. While these people were talking about the possibility of people dying - and he had the fairly strong inkling that this was related to his case, they had just run into a circus. For all he knew, there could have been a killer clown on the loose, or just a normal one, handing out free balloons - equally terrifying.

Sighing, he forced himself to pull his car over to the side, getting out as he ran after the girls, pleased for his gun holstered under his jacket, hoping desperately that if necessary, it would put a swift end to any big red-nosed monstrosities they came across. He caught up just in time to watch Aloise seemingly run into a magic wall, raising an eyebrow as he came up behind the two of them, reaching into his jacket to pull out his badge, not knowing what else to really do as he held it up.

[color=C55555][b]"Uh... FBI... Hi? What's uh... What's happening? What's the uh... What's the happs?"[/b][/color] He said nervously, trying not to betray his intense unease standing in the middle of the fairgrounds, a few beads of sweat running down his forehead as he glanced around occasionally, on the lookout for any killer clowns attempting to sneak up on him.