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[color=ec008c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Haly's Circus, Gotham City
[color=ec008c][b]Interaction/s:[/b][/color] The Juggler [@FunnyGuy][/center]
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After her conversation with the fortune teller, Aleen’a enjoyed the various food and rides available at the fair. All of them were thrilling nonetheless, but she couldn’t get what Madame Xanadu said out of her head. Everyone else was screaming as the ride she got on was spinning around fast but Aleen’a remained unfazed, an expression of worry on her face, as even some of the people at her sides began throwing up. It’s not like she couldn’t tell her teammates about what the fortune teller said to her. It’s her own destiny that’s on the line and she should deal with it herself, even when Madame Xanadu told her that she needed her own kind’s help in facing it. That’s the part that troubled her the most as Tamaran was tons of light-years away from Earth and her only blood kin was Starfire who’s away for a JL intergalactic space mission or whatever they called it.

Before she knew it, it was the second day and the shows of the circus were beginning that night as well. It was this huge cloth contraption that Aleen’a was very impressed with. When she learned it was something called a circus tent, she was really shocked because the only tents she saw were the ones that could only fit one or two people in. She sat a few seats away from the others to cover ground and watched along with the audience as the current performer spewed fire up in the air. The audience cheered and shrieked in joy and excitement as one of the team’s suspects put on quite a show. It wasn’t hard to impress her at all and watching it while eating these delicious stick dogs made of corn were so delicious.

Just then, her phone vibrated and she opened it to see a message from Nymph, calling her by her nickname because they still all were technically in an undercover mission, saying that she volunteered to go up to the fire breather guy herself. Brightheart applauded her teammate’s bravery but she couldn’t help but worry. Sending Nymph in very cold temperatures did not bode well for her during their last mission and now she’s openly walking up to someone who could control fire at least theatrically. One wrong move and she could be much more dangerously hurt.

Still, worrying about others’ sake was not the best thing to do right now. They needed to get as much info as they could. Reviewing the list of their suspects, Brightheart was also surprised to see the fortune teller among them. She just talked to her yesterday and despite being a little creepy and weird, she didn’t get any vibe from her that told her she was secretly evil. She wanted to go there herself but maybe Madame Xanadu would grow suspicious upon seeing a familiar face again so she left it to the others.

As if fate was calling to her, a tall lanky man dressed in a black sweatsuit stood up from a seat ahead of her. Unlike the other guests, he didn't appear to be impressed by the show and was leaving the stands with a pack of cigarettes in hand. Upon getting a better look Brightheart recognized the grump as the Juggler.

Brightheart put her hand on her mouth to cover her gasp, her eyes wide in surprise. She didn’t realize she was sitting this close to a potential enemy. If the Juggler was their prime subject and he knew about Brightheart’s mission, she’d already been dead by now. She really needed to be more cautious about her method of laying low.

She was tempted to go after him and ask him on the spot, but what would she even ask him? Asking the wrong questions might land her in even more trouble and alert the squad’s real enemies about their mission. With a deep breath, Brightheart decided to just wing it and let Fate decide.

[color=ec008c]“Um, excuse me!”[/color] Brightheart said and got up from her seat to catch up to him. She was holding a corndog on one hand and her drink on the other. She then accidentally tripped upon getting close to him and she threw her drink at him, spilling her orange juice all over his black sweatsuit.

[color=ec008c]“Oh no!”[/color] She gasped and immediately tried to dry him off with the tissue paper she had, repeatedly apologizing to him while doing so.

[Color=olive]“Are you fucking serious right now?!”[/color] The juggler yelled as he pulled away from Brightheart with scowl. His hands balled into fists as the drink soaked into his clothes. The Juggler was already a grump as is, but now his leisure clothes were wet. He recognized Brightheart as the 'Strong Woman' but he didn't care how strong she was. He was pissed. [Color=olive]“Didn't your damned parents teach you to walk? Or were they just as clumsy as your dumbass?!”[/color] As the Juggler noticed many of the audience looking his way, he stomped off to go outside so he could smoke his and get over this mess. Not even waiting until he was outside the tent, he put a cigarette to his mouth and lit it with his red see-through lighter.

Brightheart cringed at her own clumsiness. [color=ec008c]"I'm so- And he is gone."[/color] She could only watch him as he went out of the tent, probably to dry off his wet clothing. She sighed and sent a message to the group, telling them that she failed in getting information from the juggler as he was very hard to approach. She opted to return to her seat and finish the rest of her food, it's also to prevent making a much louder scene from all the shouting the mean juggler did. After all, her own teammates were the next performers and Brightheart wanted to cheer them on.