The Blood Circus Puppets pov.

Hooded bitches

Ah, NewYork, the place where cars are to loud, and and the people are even louder.

It was still in the morning so we can set up, and let the word out that the circus came.

I was going to go out for some food because I haven't eaten in like three days, because I forgot.... oops.

I put my hair in a bun and put a blue contact in, because my red eye usually freaks people out, I put on a baggy dark gray shirt, and red and black stripped skinny jeans, with suspenders hanging, it was probably cold so I threw on a hoodie.

I walked over to Damian's tent.

"Puppet!" I yell, then let myself in.
"I'm going out, you want anything?"

She looked up startled. "Oh! um.... just get me what ever, I guess."

"Ice cream it is!" I said walking out.

When I was walking back to the circus looking down because... people don't like me. I dropped one of the bags on mint chip ice cream, I bent over to pick it up when, some asshole decided to be funny and grab my ass.

"Hey girl," the douche bag said, "wearing those for me?"

I grabbed his collar, and just when my fist was going to connect with his face, a familiar voice said.

"Puppet?!" Arthur said.

I looked up to see Arthur's tanned dimples smiling sheepishly at me.

"Bloody Nora, Arthur!" I yelled at him, "what the hell!" then I looked at the douche bag that was still in my tight grasp. It was Henry, his face was cherry red.

He raised an eyebrow "bloody nora?"

I rolled my eyes and let go of Henry.

"Why the hell are you here?"

"That's my parents bakery" he pointed to a small little bakery next to us.

I grinned, I love bakery's, my smile quickly turned into a frown remembering that I was pissed at Henry.

"You don't just go around harassing ladies!" I scolded, Henry "douche bag!"

Henry was still red and his eyes where wide. I brushed myself off.

"The Blood Circus is having a show tonight you should come." I said calmly, trying to control the anger building up in my chest, from a sudden mood swing. My face is most likely as red as a tomato.

And before they could say anything else I stomped of back to the circus with my tubs of mint chip ice cream.

A couple minutes later I was angrily stabbing my ice cream.

"Another mood swing?" Damian asked, calmly eating her ice cream.

"Maybe," I said, stubbornly.

I was pissed at the world, but had no idea why. Oh wait, I remember, because the world in unfair! Filled with assholes that make you mad, and sweet hearts that make you feel bad about yourself. Life was unfair, just because we have magic in our blood, we can't spend eternity in the sweet hereafter.

I felt my anger diminish into grief, another mood swing. I lied on the floor I was sitting on and tears slowly ran down my cheeks.

Damian walked over and sat next to me.

"Puppet, your mood swings are getting worse lately," she said, concern in he dark mocha eyes, "what's happening?"

"Nothing! I'm not crying stop it," I said, "and what about you Damian? you've been acting distant lately," then my voice dropped with concern, "is it the voices?"