The Ringmaster's Message

[demonicpenumbra]

Time: Morning

It has been two weeks since your untimely arrival in this shadowy pit you now call home and after another night of freakishly entertaining festivities, you awake to find a small envelope tucked into your pocket, or your shoe, or taped unceremoniously to your forehead. Inside there is a letter.

Behold! A message from the Ringmaster

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[heeee_eeeee]

As the sun rose hazy and orange above the horizon's edge, Goshy wandered up and down the middle of the street, arms stiff at his sides and an envelope taped to the back of his bald head. He didn't appear to realize its existence.

Blood was spattered over his sleeve and the front of his puffy clown shirt. He didn't appear to realize its existence either.

[petulant_clown]

“Goshy! No, Goshy, no! Where’re you going, Goshy? Goshy, where are you going! Wait up Goshy, wait up! It’s not funny!”

Trotting quickly after Goshy was Doopy, tripping and stumbling as he ran. He wobbled unsteadily on his feet, looking almost like a child who had only just learned how to walk. He flapped his hands back and forth in various gestures of panic and desperation, as if he could somehow signal to the back of Goshy’s head to stop walking, or to at least slow down- although Goshy wasn’t exactly going at any kind of pace that would win him a marathon.

[heeee_eeeee]

Despite Doopy's efforts Goshy shuffled onward for a moment longer as though he hadn't heard a single thing. Then, for reasons that could not be attributed to his brother's shouts (or to any logical explanation whatsoever), he stopped, turned exactly 90 degrees from the direction he was headed and stood there stock still, eyes boggling at something on the other side of the street.

Wordlessly, he raised a bloodied fist to point straight ahead at whatever had captured his attention--a lamp post? a pot full of dirt with some dead twigs sticking out of it? something that didn't exist on this plane of reality? Goshy turned to his brother, whom he suddenly realized was there, and flapped his jaw without sound.

[clownbossgonko]

A few doors down the block, Gonko arrived at the scene of the spectacle not a moment too soon. He'd spent the last half-hour looking for those two dipshits! At least he wasn't the one in the middle of the street this time.

"Doops! Gosh! Get out of the road!" Gonko shouted at them from the curb. "I ain't losing track of you pair-a-tits again, now GET OVER HERE!"

[per_tinacious]

"A clown? You have got to be kidding me! Screw this, I'm not doing it."

Steph had read the letter and was not happy about it. She was adamant about not fulfilling her duty within the circus, but it was not her choice to make. Only Harley could choose to participate or not and that's what really made Steph angry.

The fact that she lost control over her body when the shadows came was not something she had come to terms with yet.

[minxy_x]

This message had to be a joke. There was no other option! This ringmaster douchebag was playing a sick joke on everyone and couldn't possibly be serious about Minx working... as a prostitute.

"Fuck. This. Shit." Minx said, crumpling the letter up and throwing it to the ground so it could be stomped on by her prada stilettos. She kicked the smooshed letter off the sidewalk and punched the closest wall in anger.

"I am not a whore! I am a stripper! There is a big difference. Strippers have pride! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" She screamed to passers-by. Anyone still looking after five seconds was going to get punched in the mouth.

[decimus_lux]

"Snack Vendor". That's what Lux on the back of his letter. He thought about it for a moment, and soon a flood of ideas poured into his head.

"YEEEESSS!" He yelled out loud, thrusting his fist into the air. "This is perfect. I am going to get SO MANY chicks.", he laughed to himself.

Speaking of chicks, he noticed an all-too-familiar face throwing a tantrum nearby. Perhaps he should go pay her a visit? After all, he figured, she (and all other women, of course) could never resist his James Bond-like charisma and fail-proof sexual charm.

[minxy_x]

That "familiar face" was tantrumming even harder at the realisation that her demon personality, or whatever it was, would probably love this occupation and be very enthusiastic on the job. She kicked a firehydrant in her anger and sent it flying down the street, a spray of water shooting up out of the sidewalk and drenching her in the process.

She had obviously not thought that through.

"GODDAMMIT!"

[decimus_lux]

"Huh. Still the fiery one, I see." He commented to himself. He thought about it for a moment and all logic dictated that he should stay away and not approach her by any means.

So naturally, he made his way over to where she stood.

"How you doin'" He said with practiced confidence. The line was fail-proof. What could possibly go wrong?

[veryusefulbook]

"No freaking way

[sweet_ruffian]

When the shadows lifted, Patrick found himself stumbling dizzily into a wall on the verge of collapse. It took a moment for his eyes to come back into focus but when they did, he was almost surprised to realize that he recognized where he was. It was the corridor leading up to the motel room he'd been living in for the past few days. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was collapsing exhausted on the bed at some point in the afternoon, probably yesterday afternoon