The Return of the Wisconsin Ghost

So I went to Wisconsin, land of cheese and the Packers. What more could you want or ask for? Why, Wisconsin is also the home of the Wisconsin ghost! But what? You say he's dead, hahahah, you silly thing you! Ghosts don't die! Yes, I'm sure! He lives! I'll show you!

In the middle of some store's parking lot, out in a clearing where few cars were parker was a street performer.

A performer held stead four rods with foam cubes at the end. Currently, she dosed herself with water from one of those large plastic cups with the huge straws. This one could easily win a wet tee-shirt contest, but with such an intense look on her small rather pointy face, it made sure you wouldn't forget what she was doing. And what was she doing? Her huge eyes looked sly as she began to throw the sticks in the air. Higher and higher until the crowd that was around the performer had to brace their eyes to the sky to see them, and as soon as they were to high up to be seen, then caught fire.

The crowd gasped, as the whirling sticks came back down to earth. The performer grabbed them, swirling them around. The flames eloped the performer's body like a bright red glove. She threw the sticks as though they were just that. The fire's light made her hair alive with hues of red and gold as the sticks jumped from hand to hand.

"Cool street performer," Sam Manson commented, her arms folded, though she looked like she was enjoying herself. She, Tucker and Danny were merely picking up their groceries for their under stocked college homes when they came across this group of looker-oners, and decided to join them.

Tucker checked his watch, "Guys, if we're gunna catch the next buss we better put a move on the grocery department."

"Oh," Danny Fenton tore his eyes from the performer. To start with, he never did trust circus people, but this one made him really uneasy, but he just couldn't figure out why; "Yeah, let's try to get non-perishable things this time." He cast an accusing glance towards Tucker.

"What?" He asked as he led the way out, "I can't help it if I like my milk a bit lumpy." He folded his arms, looking full of pride.

Sam rolled her eyes, "Men," she muttered.

The trio went into the store, and not ten minuets later did the Performer stop performing. The crowd left, leaving the Performer to pack up her things by herself. She sat by herself on the side of a grey brick wall, watching the Trio walk out of the store.

"Aw, it's over so soon," Sam sounded disappointed, taking Tucker's bag from him.

"Hey- I can carry it!" He wiped his brow, "It's just hot out here, that's all!"

"Maybe all the meat is slowing you down," She teased, smirking. Their jabberwocky (jabberwocky in this term here by means playful argument) gave Danny an excuse to stare back at the performer. Her eyes met his, hollow purple eyes ringed with shadows. As they passed, he forced a smile on his face.

"Well, you'll never have to worry about that," Danny pulled up the bags, "There's no way we can afford…or store, it." He glanced at Tucker, who grinned sheepishly.

"Looks like we'll be surviving on ravioli for aloooong time," The trio laughed, exiting the parking lot.

The street performer pulled on a jacket that was lying in the grass. It was black with an emblem of a small creature on the chest. She sat there until it was dark.

A man, who was tall with white hair pulled back in a ponytail, and dressed in a very fine suit, walked out from shadows behind as though he walked through the wall. The performer jumped lightly, standing quickly.

"Well, did you gather the information I requested?" He inquired smoothly, leaning down to her eye level.

"He doesn't look all the impressive," The Performer purred, though under that purr was agitation, "but I did, Master Masters."

A sly smile spread a crossed Masters face, as his eye lids lowered to finish the expression, "Very good, Ilna, you're not totally incompetent."

Ilna gave him such a crushed confused look, her left eye giving a little twitch. Masters raised one his eyebrows, they stood there staring at each other for a second, and then both broke out in laughter.