[center][color=lightgreen][b]Jessica Belle Adams[/b]
[i]Jezzabell, the Lion Tamer[/i][/color]
[sub]Interactions: Everyone
Location: The Ringleader’s tent[/sub]
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Jessica had mostly expected this. In the back of her mind, she had told herself this was what it was about, but she still couldn’t steel her heart from cracking in pain over the loss of another. Jessica wasn’t the friendliest to her peers, in fact she barely knew most of them even after three years of working here. Michael wasn’t someone she was too familiar with, but she had remembered that when she was sobbing over James he had been the one to put his hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He had a good soul.

By now it was fairly known that Jessica couldn’t bear to bury anyone, so she felt she did not have to remind her fellows of it. She would fight the daemons silently as usual, and leave the burial process to the others.

[color=lightgreen][i]You would think I would get used to this.[/i][/color] The tamer bit her lip, running a thumb along the edge of her cold, untouched cup of tea. Not even the Ringleader’s little humorous threat could seem to even get a twitch of a smile out of her.

[color=lightgreen]”I’ll be going, then.”[/color] She barely murmured, setting the cold cup down and exiting the tent briskly, heading out towards the gates with utmost care to avoid any circus-goers. Jessica held her whip tightly, eyes staring at the ground expressionlessly, waiting for the others who were coming along.