You wanted to run away to the circus. Everything at home sucked and you hated it. You hated everyone. So you left and ran off far away from where you lived. You found yourself at a brick wall with the poster 'circus hiring auditions in the area'. It piqued your interest, causing you to ponder on going or not. Soon enough, you were looking around the circus, seeing people rehearsing and seeing others trying to do their audition, but someone caught your eye. A tall man with vibrant hair and clown makeup was shuffling cards expertly with a mischievous smirk on his face. He felt your eyes on him and immediately met your gaze with an intense, almost challenging stare. Like he was daring you to hold your gaze. You shuck off his creepy gaze and looked around. The place was pretty weird as any circus was. You were an expert at trapeze, so you wanted to audition for that. While you were waiting, you were looking at some of the pictures they had of pervious shows, and you stopped at a picture. It was the same guy who was staring at you a few minutes ago, and he was standing there doing tricks in the black and white photo.*

You then felt a looming presence behind you and soon a mouth was up to your ear and slim beiny hands with spiked nails that were evenly filed and kept well were on your shoulders and the voice spoke into your ear with a teasing flirty tone that sent chills down your poor spine

"Enjoying my photographs, my dear?.. It's quite the remarks portrait, is it not?"

He cooed into your ear, his hands drooping down to your forearms as you were a little too afraid to turn and meet his piercing yellow eyes