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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:13:37 GMT -4
Mike never thought he'd see the day he'd be back at the threshold of the Clown Room. Just the idea of how the last time he was stretched and shaped and changed made his body tingle a bit.
"Not this time, not gonna lose control..." He said as he entered.
He adjusted his tshirt and jeans, and opened the door. His converse sneakers creaked a bit as he entered.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:17:41 GMT -4
The room this time was clean...as if alot of people had started using the room and so it had been refitted and redressed appropriately..it very much resembled a big top circus tent.
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:22:57 GMT -4
Mike smiled as he took it in, everything looked brand new, but familiar. He laughed as he smelled the faint hint of cotton candy in the air.
"Well this takes me back..." He said as he shut the door behind him, locking it. He wasn't going to let any distractions have him lose control.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -4
There was the slight noise of callope music sounding in the background, comming from nowhere in particular, although there is an opening leading to a smaller seperate tented area.
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:30:05 GMT -4
He surveyed the walls, checking for any surprises, before coming upon the small opening.
"Seems harmless enough."
He reached his arm in, and pulled it back quickly.
"Still human, good."
He parted the opening and walked in.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:32:52 GMT -4
In the back it reveals what seems to be.....well...its the salon...but its NOT the salon....its more colourful...more....silly...exaggerated.
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:36:46 GMT -4
"What the heck?" Mike says aloud to the empty room.
He looks behind him, to make sure he didn't walk in the wrong room. Nope, definitely the clown room.
"Maybe they're consolidating, damn economy." Mike muses.
He notes the tacky color scheme, an explosion of pinks, purples, and yellows. Polka dots, swirls, stripes, stars... no real pattern forming.
He walks up to a salon chair, it's bigger than most chairs should be, and at least twice as plush. Oversized combs, hair dryers, piles of curlers... strange bottles and liquids.
"Maybe this is where clowns get ready for the circus." He notes.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:37:52 GMT -4
"Thats right!" comes a voice from behind him.
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:43:33 GMT -4
Mike jumps, scolding himself for letting his guard down.
"Hey now!" he says as he turns around. "You scared the heck out of me!"
He is startled a bit as he sees who spooked him.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:47:54 GMT -4
Sitting in a chair in the corner is a very slender and busty clown girl, her skin a pearly white, lips red and smiling radiently a bulbous red nose draws your attention as her pink eye shadow and cheeks make her face look 'cute' her hair is red and curled into ringlettes. "Hey there! she says in giddy excitement.
(Your post in the Salon)
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:54:28 GMT -4
"Oh, hello." Mike takes stock of the clown girl. Very attractive, almost obscenely so with her body.
"Is this your salon?" He asks approaching her tentatively.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 13, 2010 22:56:45 GMT -4
She giggles and crosses her legs showing off her long red clown tennis shoes, she was wearing a very frilly pink clown dress with red polka-dots "Indeed it is, I am Pretty The Clown"
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 13, 2010 22:59:51 GMT -4
Pretty is right... Mike thinks to himself.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mike." He extends his hand. "I don't think you were here last time I was in this room.
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Post by Ebak on Oct 15, 2010 7:44:19 GMT -4
She smiles revealing perfect pearly white teeth. "Nice to meet you Mike..and no...I wasn't..but the mansion has a way of finding what it needs....maybe it sensed you needed me"
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Post by makemeyours on Oct 15, 2010 20:47:00 GMT -4
"I can believe it." Mike said, shaking the clown's dainty hand.
"So, what do you do here?" He says, gesturing to the array of equipment in the room.
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