[hr][hr][center][h1][color=99ccff][b][i]Iris Kingston[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/fc0a9f84cac592710128220e4db8bada/tumblr_oggm69aCVN1ueno0yo4_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=99ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Outside of Justice Asylum
[b][color=99ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] [color=99ccff]Perception, Photographic Memory[/color] [/center][hr]	Iris pulled up the poster for the Russian Circus on her phone, memorizing its details for a moment. She typed the address into google and realized that it wasn't too far from the airport. There were fairgrounds near the airport so she supposed that it made sense - though she was still a bit surprised that the Russian Circus had come all of this way. While that sort of thing was common in Europe, she had been led to believe that in the United States, cultural enrichments like those were rare to come by. Perhaps it had just been prejudice on the part of her fellow British citizens who were still nursing a wound that even the War of 1812 couldn't fix. 

	She wasn't too certain what she'd find once she arrived at the Circus, but it was only a twenty minute drive. She pulled up the Uber app in her phone and put in the details for pick up and destination, before requesting a ride. She was a city girl at heart and accustomed to taking a lift whenever she could to get where she was going. As she waited for the ride, Iris mentally went over the details she had seen earlier - recalling in particular the report of the missing white tiger she had seen on the news. Jaina and Cynthia had to be connected to the Russian Circus somehow - she just wasn't sure exactly how yet.