WHO: Cordelia & Duncan WHEN: June 6th (early morning before sun up) WHERE: The Midway PROMPT: Thirteenth WARNINGS: TBD
Duncan had finished his show for the evening and left the tent, not wanting to converse with anyone just yet. Not much in the mood. He had other things on his mind. He knew that Elliot was here, he just wasn't sure where. Since the night of joining the cirque, Duncan had yet to lay eyes on the little weasel and he was beginning to question his own sanity. Had it been an illusion? His eye or mind playing tricks on him? Had he signed up for this traveling cirque without actual cause?
He found himself wandering around, eyes constantly moving from one face to the other, trying to search for his real reason of being there. Legs took him towards the large clearing in the middle of the tent, the place where games and vendors gathered to sell foods and collect more tourists money. A place where many faces gathered, and maybe a place that he could find the one face he sought out.
The thought did cross his mind however, of what he would do should he actually find what he was looking for. He would have to be careful of course. Try to somehow lure Elliot out of the tents. Get away from everyone... But he knew better than that. It wouldn't be easy. Not when the little shite had been running from him for nearly the past three hundred years. Yes, Elliot was sure to try and weasel his way out of anything he could... It was just up to Duncan to make that impossible.
Just when he was about to give up and go look elsewhere, the mousey brown of hair caught his attention and his eyes darted back over to where he had spotted it. It was there one moment and gone the next... Either his eyes were playing tricks on him or the cirque itself was...