{ Who }Maksim Isaak and OTA for reactions { What } There's a tiger on the loose in the carnival. { When } Tuesday morning { Where } Outside of his tent { Rating } R for language { Status } In progress
He'd awoken with a hangover, his head pounding and his mouth dry. He'd gotten out to go and get some water for himself and he'd thought briefly of bringing some fresh water to Kisa. As he carried the jug towards the tent where he kept her, he noticed the flap was open. Scowling, he marched towards the tent and burst in, only to find...
The tigress gone. The lock undone, the chain laying in front of the cage. Someone had unfastened the lock, let her free! He cursed out loud, throwing the jug against the cage to shatter it, cold water splashing everywhere. He ran his hands back through his hair. What was he supposed to do now? How would he make his money?
Who had set her free?
He burst out of the tent, swearing in Russian. Loudly. He stalked towards the trailer where he had made his deal with Renard. Surely the man could answer as to why someone in his carnival (he was assuming, of course) had either let his tiger free or stolen it.
He could make more money, of course, accusing the man of theft.
"SOMEONE STOLE MY TIGER." He roared, moving through the tents as he yelled. "MY TIGER IS MISSING."