|Cirque Nocturne (cirquenocturne) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-07-28 23:51:00
Rome was a paradise. Most had felt the ease of their anxieties, of their nightmares, since escaping Danvers and US soil. It was early rising and joyous trips into the ancient city or a few yards to the ocean shore. It was selfies and too much gelato. It was shopping trips and tourist attractions. Just like they were every mundane person walking through the Vatican. All unaware of little shadows. If one had paid attention, they would have noticed intense faces in the backgrounds of those touristy photos or sitting a few tables down at the local gelato shop. But they were missed and everything was perfectly normal. Not one strange event or dramatically found body missing all of its blood, or missing a limb, in the past two nights of business. It was exceptional for Le Cirque Nocturne. So were the sales. Being parked on the beach, at the other end from a public section, the cirque had attracted more than just the locals but also those others that had come to Ostia for their own holidays. Just a steady stream of customers that didn’t stop coming to the ticket booths until they had to turn them away for the anticipation of closing prep or containment issues.