Elsa furrowed her eyebrows slightly and crossed her arms over her chest. The reason of the curfew? Slowly, she tilted her head to the side as she pursed her lips. “What are you saying, mh? What does that mean?” For a moment, she eyed the clown from top to toe, before meeting his gaze again. “You can talk to me, Sam.”
“Sorry for being so vague,” he replied, the corners of his mouth turned down in a small frown as he looked down at the ground. “It’s not a very nice thing to talk about is all,” he explained as he looked back up at her. “It was eight years ago about when you still ran the freak show in Jupiter…there was a bunch of murders. People were afraid to go out, and uh…” Sam frowned and sighed. “That was me…”
Eight years ago – so many things had happened eight years ago. Now and then, Elsa caught herself thinking about these old times, almost melancholically wishing she would have never left her show. Even though, Sam had to remind her of the murders during this time, and all of a sudden, a small gasp formed her pale red lips. She remembered. “Jimmy, he – saved those poor children, we had a big show this night. And, you – you are the one who kidnapped them?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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