{ w h o } Fox and Seb { w h a t } Someone's got some SPLANIN' TO DO~ { w h e n } Monday morning { w h e r e } The big ten { r a t i n g } PG-13 for language
So, as it turned out, some psycho with a Bible had set up camp right next to their carnival. Fox didn't see this as much of a problem - the opposite, in fact. She was in the business of making money any way possible. And if some idiotic religious rubes were going to give her a golden opportunity on a solid silver platter? She would not reject their gift. All any of the performers had to do was give their act a Biblical spin and before they could sneeze they'd be rolling in dough.
Which was why Fox had managed to snag the center stage of the big top to practice her own act. Just throwing in some stupid parable about a triple braided rope being unable to snap (whatever the hell that meant) wasn't going to cut it. She had to make it look dangerous. Like she could fall or the rope could snap under her weight at any moment. The problem with an act like hers, though, was that making it look dangerous actually meant making it dangerous. Well. More dangerous then it usual was. Since she didn't work with nets or harnesses, if she fell, she was as good as dead.
At the moment, though, she wasn't risking her life; she was taking a break on solid ground, letting her stomach and hands take a rest from all the extra cartwheels and skip drops and flips she'd been trying for the past half-hour. She was sprawled out on her back with a bottle of water in her hand that she'd occasionally sit up and sip from. But mostly, she just lay there on the mat, completely oblivious to the world around here.