[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/9M52nx2GWJRl2or6kV/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent [b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] Is vomiting a skill? [/center][hr] Thalken awoke with a start, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat despite the icy chill that also pervaded his body. As the remnants of his hellish nightmare slowly faded away, he could feel a weight increasingly pressing down on him and encompassing his prone body. It was one part the hefty weight of the ice covered cloth and two parts the massive hangover that held him captive right then. Through the pain, he could dully feel water dripping down on him as the ice slowly melted, and an involuntary shiver went down his spine as a chill coursed through him. He blinked several times as he attempted to get his bearings, but it was hard to think straight when it felt like his head was in a vice. A miserable groan escaped his lips as he weakly pushed himself up onto his hands and knees. Right about then some of the pressure was alleviated as the cloth overhead was slowly eased off of him and the others who were similarly trapped underneath. He let out another groan due to the pounding in his head as he got his feet underneath himself. However, his groan quickly turned into more of a strangled gurgling sound as a stream of vomit spewed out of his mouth violently. He attempted to spin around and bend over to direct the vomit towards the ground, but unfortunately for anyone within in five feet of him (sorry, Constantin), he failed miserably. Most people were lucky enough to avoid the clear, hot projectile which reeked of alcohol. Again, the operative word is [I]most[/I]. Perhaps none of the few victims were more unfortunate than poor ol' Constantin who was hit square in the face with the vile substance that was Thalken's vomit. Third times the charm? Wait, nope. Apparently not.