ooc: Rent-a-character, thought I'd give you something a little different.
A news-reporter sitting on a small but comfortable leather sofa behind a desk shuffled his papers and turned to face a camera as it centred on him.
Reporter: "Good evening, and welcome to the Los Santos Afternoon News "(insert cheesy tune)". The Bobby Fisher Circus to the west of our city has been caught in an unexpained fire today and the, uh, 'Big Top' has been burnt to the ground. As the circus rests on privately owned land, the emergency services were not able to reach the scene without permission, which they failed to get from the landowner. Though Robert Fisher, the owner of the circus was unable to comment, one of the workers, a Mr Benvolio, informed us that the blaze was under control and no one was hurt. The police are on the look out for two men dressed in tiger suits who were reportedly seen approaching the circus with one of the workers.
In other news, the body of some sort of half-bull-half-man has been found at the Los Santos Airport being pecked at by a giant bird of prey, apparently having died from a bullet wound to the head," (ooc: post 199, Grak, we hardly new ye.) "Jeff Lisbourn is on the scene..."
Pseok slowly regained consciousness to find himself still as a phoenix and lying under a pile of ash and tortured metal. Above him he could still hear the tent burning slowly. With a despairing sigh, he wondered vaguely if the tiger-people and Roland had escaped, and what he'd do with himself now. He might as well give up with trying to stick with other people, he just could'nt keep himself from transforming and probably killing helpless people.
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