[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, Aloise Zamora [@Morose][/center][hr]

Darren probably shouldn't have been surprised that Aloise wouldn't have been completely convinced by the lack of a flare in his eyes, or indeed by anyone trying to back up his story - he really shouldn't have even been surprised by her choosing to give him a more violent tests, but it still definitely caught him off guard as he heard the shot, and felt the salt round slam into his leg. [color=5F7171][b]"Son of a bitch!"[/b][/color] Darren yelped in pain, hopping up onto his un-shot leg as he grabbed at the spot she'd hit, falling back onto the ground as he failed to keep his balance. 

The fact that he had been shot in the leg by Aloise honestly didn't annoy Darren too much, he realized the intent behind it and considering the fact it had convinced her - he figured it was worth the pain and inevitable bruising that would follow. What did annoy him was her dismissal. It was clear to Darren that she was in her usual zone, something was very clearly going on here and she must have been involved for some time - but still, to his knowledge, the two of them were far closer than this. Aloise had never been a particularly affectionate woman as he had known her, but as far as he knew, they were still together, and he couldn't help but be somewhat hurt by her quick, uncaring admission that it was [i]actually[/i] him.

[color=5F7171][b]"No, no, it's okay, I'll just y'know, help myself up, just came back from the dead is all..."[/b][/color] Darren grumbled to himself as he saw Aloise begin to move off, sighing as he pushed himself back up onto his feet and moved to follow her inside, limping slightly on the leg which had been shot.

[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] Darren Andrews[/center][hr]

James still took some time to adjust to everything that was going on. He had experienced what he believed to be some of the worst people and situations in the world - serial killers, drug dealers, sex offenders, he had investigated and tracked down the worst of the worst when it came to the criminal world, despicable human beings whom he considered to be among the worst monsters that dwelled across the world. He had indeed heard stories and even had passing encounters with many of the true monsters, but as time went along, the magnitude of everything was dawning on him.

In his mind then, there was no end - every monster he'd ever read of in a story was true, every horrible creature and myth, a real thing waiting to kill him, and now he was getting involved and dragging himself into that part of the world where he would be in their sites. A strong urge wanted him to run, to get back in his car and drive as far from Coventry as he possibly could, to go home, order a pizza and watch soap operas until the earliest hours of the morning. But just as strong, and even stronger - was the urge to keep going, the urge to learn more, and the thrill that came with this new world. The feeling was building up within him, and James still stood relatively frozen by the entrance of the tent, still needing to gather himself before he took a step forward.