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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 24, 2009 17:15:06 GMT -4
Upon entering the strange clown shop, the two of you stare around at the strange items on the shelves.
"Ah, Hello there, my friends" said a voice as a clown stepped out from behind the counter.
"Chuckles T. at your service"
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Post by darknight on Dec 25, 2009 22:31:43 GMT -4
My girlfriend and I can't believe what we see. A joke shop run by a clown? "Ah, we came in because we both need to use the bathroom," I say, and Jerrie nods. And since Chuckles introduced himself I decide to return the favor. "My name is Martin Lewis, and This is my girlfriend Jerry Dean. Go ahead, make a joke about it. Just about everyone we meet does.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 26, 2009 14:05:42 GMT -4
"What charming names. Well, the bathroom is open and it's in the back. I can show you if you'd like..." he says with a large smile, accenting the painted one.
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Post by darknight on Dec 26, 2009 14:35:09 GMT -4
"Thank you, we'd like that very much, says Jerrie. I'm just reliefed this guy didn't make any Martin & Lewis jokes.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 26, 2009 18:47:04 GMT -4
He leads the two of you to the back, through a curtain of beads, and into the room. "It's that door, right there..." he smiled as he left.
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Post by darknight on Dec 26, 2009 19:00:31 GMT -4
"You go first," Jerrie says to me, "I want to look around for a while." I agree, and go through the door.**** As soon as her boyfriend walks through the bathroom door, Jerrie says to the clown, "So, ah, Chuckles," she says, "could you show me around?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 26, 2009 20:12:10 GMT -4
The door opened for you and you see a bright flash of colors...what looks like a swirling vortex made out of a rainbow, and then another bright flash, and you feel yourself...falling!
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"Sure thing, dear. Anything of particular interest to you?"
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Post by darknight on Dec 26, 2009 21:02:05 GMT -4
I felt myself falling, and falling-until I landed on my butt. Strangly, it had seemed like I was falling a thousand feet yet my rear hurt only a little. I stood up and looked around me. I was on the side walk of what looked like a busy city. Except the building were in all strange shapes and odd, guady colors. And the people around me were all-CLOWNS? **** "Oh-I want to look over there," said Jerrie. She pointed at a chair next to a mirror surrounded by bright lights. On the small table was a vast array of makeup.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 26, 2009 23:53:05 GMT -4
"Hello there, Sir!" giggled a female clown as she walked over. Her red nose shined in the sunlight of the bright city. "Are you alright?"
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"Ah, our special makeup! Make it myself. Secret formula, you know" Chuckles said to Jerrie.
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Post by darknight on Dec 27, 2009 0:05:28 GMT -4
I stared at her in disbelief. She wore what looked like a topless red patent leather mini-dress-save that this dress was covered with white polka-dots and blue pom-poms went from her waist to her bosom, and she had a wite ruffled collar around her neck. Red and white striped socks ran uop her thighs, and she had gloves in a similar style on her arms. On top of her head was a blue clown afro that alomst mimiced her dress pom-poms, and one her feet were red clown mary janes. Her outfit showed her entire body was painted white-not just her face. Her nose was almost as big as a golf ball, and her lips were just as red and shiny. Around her eyes were blue diamonds and her cheeks had pink hearts blushed on. She looked like a clown dominatrix. "Excuse me," I said, finding my voice at last, "can you tell me where I am?" **** "Well, I was wonderering," said Jerrie, "can you give me a quick clown makeover. I'd like to freak out Martin when he comes out of the bathroom."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 27, 2009 17:18:28 GMT -4
"Clowntopia, Silly. Where did you think you were, Constantinople?" she laughed as she pulled you up with a gloved hand.
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"A Makeover. Why that'd be lovely. I'll even do it for free." he smiled at Jerrie.
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Post by darknight on Dec 27, 2009 18:01:06 GMT -4
Clowntopia? I pinch myself, hoping to wake up. But nothing happens; I'm not dreaming. I must be on an acid trip. Wait a minute-I never did acid. ***** Jerrie sat down in the chair, then noticed three pictures next to the mirror. "Excuse me," she asked, "but can you tell me about these three types of clowns?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 27, 2009 18:21:22 GMT -4
"Ah yes. This one" he says pointing to the clown who's face is painted completly white, with colorful accents around the eyes. "is a Whiteface" he said to her. "This one here, the one with the pink skin? That's an Auguste...and the third one, you probably recognize as the famous Hobo Clown." he added pointing to the one who's face was mostly the same, save for white around his eyes and lips, and a painted on scruffy beard.
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"Something the matter, Mister?" asks the clown as she looks down at you.
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Post by darknight on Dec 27, 2009 18:29:12 GMT -4
"This-this can't be real!' I scream, **** After a couple of seconds, Jerrie decides. "I think I'll go with the auguste face."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 27, 2009 22:54:59 GMT -4
"Real. You doubt the reality of our silly world" she said with a smirk. "Well, we can't have that. Follow me"
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"Lovely Choice" he said as he took out a shade of pink, just a tad more pink than her skin. "Take a seat."
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