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	Ben looked over towards Sophia and shrugged a bit. "I don't rightly know, I just do," he said before taking a puff from his cigarette. "Just be how I was born I guess," he added as he looked down at his hands. Faith seemed to be a bit upset over it and he stood up. "I'm Ben, that be the Carnivale, and the rest ain't be for me to answer. That's managements job." Another puff and he ashed the smoke a bit before looking over towards Andromeda. "Yeah I did, but yer welcome miss."

	The smell in the air was nice, didn't smell like dust and sand around here. Hearing the question about the grass Ben glanced over towards James and shrugged a bit. "That be my fault, it ain't gonna grow back. Sorry," he said before he heard the scream of steal cracking. His head jerked as he spun around and looked over at Colossus. It was mostly up and the rousty's were hanging up the seats and lights. Jonesy called out, hanging on with one hand from one of the upper steal beams as a string of large lights fell to the ground, each one's glass bursting as it hit the earth far below. 
	
	"Shit," Ben muttered as he flicked his cigarette in the dirt in front of him. Stomping it out as he started to run towards the large Ferris Wheel. "Hold on!" Ben yelled as others in the Carnivale were yelling the same. Jonesy was trying, swinging to try to get his other hand up on the steel but he was slipping quickly. 

	"Jesus Christ!" Libby yelled as she came running out of her tent. 

	"On a cracker," Samson said as he lumbered towards the mammoth machine as quickly as his short legs could carry him.