[center][color=black][h1]Jeffrey Woods[/h1][/color]
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Jeff was fast asleep, but the high pitched noise left him twitching until he was woken up. He looked pissed, but at least his wounds are fine now. Just what he needed! He can kick ass and stab skulls again now that he’s no longer suffering several broken ribs. God, did that blonde-haired douchebag really have to do that?

[color=black][b]“W-What is it now? Jesus, that’s worse than my screams.”[/b][/color] He said, commenting on the pain in the ass static. 

He was a lot less frantic looking. Well, as less as his face probably can anyway. He isn’t fully awake yet, just give him a couple more minutes or an adrenaline shot and he’ll be back to his normal self. 

. . . Or shock him with an incoming missile. That works.

[color=black][b]“Oh. . . come. ON! My wounds JUST HEALED!”[/b][/color] He whimpered.

He didn’t do anything about the missile but groan and whine as he sank into his own hoodie.

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Once he woke up, he was just done. This day is the WORST, and if you somehow make Jeff admit that. Then it really is an adventure worth remembering.

"Is... is everyone alright?"

[color=black][b]“No! I’m practically royalty, I don’t deserve this!”[/b][/color] He said, jumping up and dusting himself off.

Jeff examined the area, realizing that this place is a circus. Oh! Is this a killer clown situation? Now, that's something he's familiar with. Those abandoned circuses with monster clowns are great to fight with! Finally, Jeff is in his element.

[color=black][b]"A circus?"[/b][/color] Jeff laughed a little. [color=black][b]"This is my specialty. I killed a few dime of dozen killer clowns. They're the weakest of the weak! I got this, alright?"[/b][/color]

@Everyone
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