Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 25, 2011 23:17:30 GMT -4
Clowns in the City
By Hugo Prosperio
A Clowntopia Tale
(featuring Jezzy Belle created by darknight)
CHAPTER ONE: JUST AN AVERAGE DAY
Jezzy Belle sat at her desk watching security footage of her club in the Human Realm. She smiled as she saw a man who stopped in for a drink become a submissive hobo clown with a few sips of his beverage. She owned a nightclub that had two halves. Thanks to magic, one was in the human realm, the other in Clowntopia. She entertained all sorts at both clubs. Today she was in the office of her Clowntopia club, watching the proceedings, almost bored with it all.
BUZZZ. A buzzer rang, breaking her out of her trance. She pressed a button on her phone.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked with a groan.
"Someone to see you. Downstairs." The male voice on the other end said.
"Thanks, Patch. I'll be right down." She said. She hung up and sighed. "What now?"
She strutted downstairs, and made an entrance, as she always did, showing off her skin-tight leather outfit that was black with red polka dots. She played the part of S&M Mistress to a T.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs was a clown she had never met before, which was odd. Her eyes and money had crossed many a clowns path in the city.
"Good afternoon, my dear." He said simply. He wore a top hat, and a silver coat, flowing to the floor. His face was cold, and devoid of most color, beside red triangles over his eyes and on his nose. His lips sported a thin black smile that gave no signs of mirth or happiness, except that he was grinning ear to ear.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"Ah, you want a name. Unfortunately I do not have one. I was never given a proper clown name. But if you must call me something, call me Nero."
"You don't have a name, and yet you have a name?" she asked with a smirk.
"No. I do not have a name. I just came up with Nero. Sounds nice, doesn't it. Means Black in Italian up in the world of the Normals."
She couldn't read this clown, and had no idea what he wanted. She pressed her finger to the button she kept on her persona t all times, ready to signal her guards to seize this strange clown.
"I have come to offer you something, Ms. Belle." Nero said with a wry grin. "Something you have never had, but desire greatly."
She stopped. What was this crazy clown after.
"I have everything I've ever wanted, and I don't need a nameless clown to give me promises he cannot keep."
"Oh, but Jezzy Belle, I can keep every promise I make, and oh so much more." He laughed.
"Fine. What do I desire but do not have?" she asked.
"Control of Clowntopia." He said simply. "You wish to be the liason between realities, between our world and the Normals. You want to turn every human that is not immune into a clown for your own perverse amusement. Is that not so?"
She stood there, staring, trying not to betray her feelings with her face, but it was hard. She had long desired the ablity to control the door between realms."
"That's very astute of you, sir. I am sure anyone in this blasted city could tell you about my fued with Chuckles."
"There it is." He said. "The greatest desire of them all."
He held up a large coin and flipped it in the air. It landed on heads in his palm. He looked up and tossed her the coin.
"What if I could rid you of Chuckles T. Clown forever." He smirked.
"I'm listening" she said, a grin forming on her face as well.
---
"Honey, have you seen my skirt, the pink one?" Jen-Jen the clown asked of her boyfriend.
Chuckles sighed as he stood up from the couch in their cozy apartment. "Which one? You have dozens of pink skirts."
"Oh. Good point. The one with the red zig-zags" she said giggling.
"It's in your hand." He said pointing at her. She looked down and gasped.
"How could I miss that?" she said.
"Because you always miss things like that, my dear! I still love you though." He laughed as he walked over and hugged her.
"I have to go to work now, but I'll be back in time for dinner." He said. "Have fun shopping."
"Shopping? How did you… "
"You are not hard to predict, my flower." He said with a smile.
---
Chuckles walked into his store to find his employee Bubbles gazing out of the window with a doofy grin on her face.
"Hello, Bubbles." He said cheerfully.
"Duhh, hiya Mr. C!" she said. He noted that she was particularly unintelligent today, a side-effect of her well known drug habits.
"Been at the ol' Wacky Weed again" He said with a slight chuckle.
"Oh, you bet." She smiled.
"As long as it's not in front of customers, that's fine by me."
"Oh." She said with a slight frown.
"What did you do?" he said with a parental tone in his voice.
"Booty sent a cute human girl here. I gave her some of my Wacky Weed brownies." She giggled.
"Oh. And?"
"Well, she wandered away after she changed before I could get her some new clothes. Let's just say she's about three feet tall, big feet and a big doofy grin on a naked body.
"Well, luckily Nudity is not frowned upon in the city." He said with a shake of his head. The antics his employees could get into were quite interesting.
"Well, keep an eye on things, I am popping into the other realm now." He said as she nodded.
He walked through the closet door and was whisked upward in a swirling wave of colors. Most of his customers experienced this for the first time when falling through his portal, and they were always awe-struck. To him, it was just another day at the office though.
He landed in the back room of the human store he had set up. He looked out of the window and saw the shop had changed locations again.
"Where are we today, Booty?" he asked the clown with a huge ass. She smiled and waved at him.
"Boston, I think, sir. Someone said they had come from Fenway Park."
"The girl you sent to Bubbles?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yep. You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"As long as the customer is happy, I am. And I heard she was very happy…and naked."
"Oh, lord. Bubbles can be so…loopy sometimes." Booty laughed.
"Well, you can go to the Clowntopia side now and take your lunch break." He said.
"I'll hold down the fort here."
---
Jen-Jen walked down the street towards her favorite store, thinking how much fun she was going to have. She loved shopping. She wasn't very fashion oriented before her transformation, but she loved shoes and clothes now more than most girls ever do. She giggled thinking of the platform heels she had seen for sale in the store, and how much she was going to love wearing them.
As she moved towards the store, a figure stepped in front of her. He smiled and removed his top hat as a show of respect to the lady he had just met.
"Hello there. My name is…Nero, yes, that's it. Nero."
"Oh, Hi!" she smiled. She noted his smile wasn't very friendly looking, but his voice sounded almost soothing.
"Would you be Ms. Jen-Jen, girlfriend to the famous Chuckles?"
"Yes I would. I'm famous too. I'm a model." She said with a certain amount of satisfaction.
"Yes, I've heard which makes my news so bewildering."
"News?" she asked.
"You see, I am a customer of the club owned by Jezzy-Belle. It's a seedy place, I know, but what can I say, I do enjoy it."
She shrugged. "Whatever floats your rubber ducky, mister."
"Very true. Unfortunately, it also floats the rubber ducky of your good fellow Chuckles."
"What? No, that's no true. He hates Jezzy. He doesn't even set foot in that place"
"Sadly, I believe you have been deceived. Not only does he not hate Jezzy, he has been…well, you should see for yourself."
The man held up a photograph that was clear as the daylight above. Chuckles was sitting at a table with Jezzy, both wearing grins of pleasure. He flipped to another picture, one of them kissing, the passion evident by the red hearts floating up above them.
Jen-Jen slapped the photos out of his hand. "NO! That's not possible. He loves ME!"
"Pictures do not lie, my dear. I just wanted to warn you so he could not hurt you any longer."
"How could he?" she said. Tears stained her white cheeks. She then looked up, rage filling her eyes.
"I'll strangle him like a bad balloon animal." She fumed as she turned around and stormed off.
"What a pity." Nero said as he vanished in a plume of black smoke.
---
Bubbles sat at the desk of the store, puffing away at her joint when the door flew open.
"Oh, like, hi, Jen!" she giggled.
"Where is he?" Jen-Jen said through her teeth.
"Chuckles? He's in the Normal world." She said.
She burst towards the back closet, running past a smiling Booty . Soon she was whisked upwards into the colors.
"What was that about?" Booty asked.
"Do I look like I know?" Bubbles asked.
"Of course not, You don't even know how many toes you have half the time." Booty laughed.
---
"That's nuts. These things make your ears bigger?" a young man at the counter asked Chuckles as he held up clip on earrings.
"Try them on." Chuckles said. Suddenly a wave of pink burst forth from the back room.
"LEAVE!" shouted a voice at the customer.
He looked at Chuckles who looked at him, then at the girl clown who had just entered. "Best do as she says. Take those with you. On the house."
The man ran out, and Chuckles turned to face his girlfriend.
"Jen-Jen, what in the world is wrong with you, that was a customer. You know…"
"JEZZY BELLE! HOW COULD YOU?" Jen-Jen screamed throwing a magic wand from a nearby shelf at him. He ducked as it turned his cash register into a rubber chicken.
"Watch it!" he shouted. "What do you mean, Jezzy Belle."
"You've been cheating on me with her! Admit it! I saw the proof. I know you have been sneaking off to…kiss…that harlot."
"What in the name of Harlequin are you talking about?" He asked.
"A man, a customer of hers, saw you making out with that whore."
He had never heard such language from her.
"He was obviously lying. I've never even thought about kissing her. Yuck." He said.
"You did! He took pictures!" she said holding one that she had swiped from the man.
"How in the…" Chuckles said as he looked at the picture. Sure enough there he was kissing the clown he considered to be the closest thing he had to an enemy.
"That's fake. I don't know how, but that's fake."
"You can't fake a photo. Clowns don't have Photoshop!" She said, as the tears appeared again.
"Look, someone is trying to make you upset, so just calm down and listen to me. Would you like to get some Ice Cream? "
"Ice Cream?" she said with a sniffle, like a child who had just thrown a tantrum might.
"Sure. My treat." He said.
He lead her to the back room and opened the door to the portal, only to find an actual store room sitting there.
"Um. That's never happened before. I'm sure it's just temporary though. We'll get Ice Cream in the Normal world then. Should be fun!" he said as he swiped a wand from his shelf that said "All Purpose" on it.
"Have your special purse on you?" he asked.
"Of course!" she said, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Okay then, off we go!" he said as he lead her into the real world. As they stepped out, they both felt very odd as if they were stepping through a sheet of water.
When they landed on the sidewalk, they turned to see the store was gone.
"NO!" Chuckles gasped. He then noticed his reflection in the empty store-front. It was…human.
"My Face!" he said. "It's…Normal!"
By Hugo Prosperio
A Clowntopia Tale
(featuring Jezzy Belle created by darknight)
CHAPTER ONE: JUST AN AVERAGE DAY
Jezzy Belle sat at her desk watching security footage of her club in the Human Realm. She smiled as she saw a man who stopped in for a drink become a submissive hobo clown with a few sips of his beverage. She owned a nightclub that had two halves. Thanks to magic, one was in the human realm, the other in Clowntopia. She entertained all sorts at both clubs. Today she was in the office of her Clowntopia club, watching the proceedings, almost bored with it all.
BUZZZ. A buzzer rang, breaking her out of her trance. She pressed a button on her phone.
"Yes, what is it?" she asked with a groan.
"Someone to see you. Downstairs." The male voice on the other end said.
"Thanks, Patch. I'll be right down." She said. She hung up and sighed. "What now?"
She strutted downstairs, and made an entrance, as she always did, showing off her skin-tight leather outfit that was black with red polka dots. She played the part of S&M Mistress to a T.
Standing at the bottom of the stairs was a clown she had never met before, which was odd. Her eyes and money had crossed many a clowns path in the city.
"Good afternoon, my dear." He said simply. He wore a top hat, and a silver coat, flowing to the floor. His face was cold, and devoid of most color, beside red triangles over his eyes and on his nose. His lips sported a thin black smile that gave no signs of mirth or happiness, except that he was grinning ear to ear.
"Who the hell are you?" she asked with her hands on her hips.
"Ah, you want a name. Unfortunately I do not have one. I was never given a proper clown name. But if you must call me something, call me Nero."
"You don't have a name, and yet you have a name?" she asked with a smirk.
"No. I do not have a name. I just came up with Nero. Sounds nice, doesn't it. Means Black in Italian up in the world of the Normals."
She couldn't read this clown, and had no idea what he wanted. She pressed her finger to the button she kept on her persona t all times, ready to signal her guards to seize this strange clown.
"I have come to offer you something, Ms. Belle." Nero said with a wry grin. "Something you have never had, but desire greatly."
She stopped. What was this crazy clown after.
"I have everything I've ever wanted, and I don't need a nameless clown to give me promises he cannot keep."
"Oh, but Jezzy Belle, I can keep every promise I make, and oh so much more." He laughed.
"Fine. What do I desire but do not have?" she asked.
"Control of Clowntopia." He said simply. "You wish to be the liason between realities, between our world and the Normals. You want to turn every human that is not immune into a clown for your own perverse amusement. Is that not so?"
She stood there, staring, trying not to betray her feelings with her face, but it was hard. She had long desired the ablity to control the door between realms."
"That's very astute of you, sir. I am sure anyone in this blasted city could tell you about my fued with Chuckles."
"There it is." He said. "The greatest desire of them all."
He held up a large coin and flipped it in the air. It landed on heads in his palm. He looked up and tossed her the coin.
"What if I could rid you of Chuckles T. Clown forever." He smirked.
"I'm listening" she said, a grin forming on her face as well.
---
"Honey, have you seen my skirt, the pink one?" Jen-Jen the clown asked of her boyfriend.
Chuckles sighed as he stood up from the couch in their cozy apartment. "Which one? You have dozens of pink skirts."
"Oh. Good point. The one with the red zig-zags" she said giggling.
"It's in your hand." He said pointing at her. She looked down and gasped.
"How could I miss that?" she said.
"Because you always miss things like that, my dear! I still love you though." He laughed as he walked over and hugged her.
"I have to go to work now, but I'll be back in time for dinner." He said. "Have fun shopping."
"Shopping? How did you… "
"You are not hard to predict, my flower." He said with a smile.
---
Chuckles walked into his store to find his employee Bubbles gazing out of the window with a doofy grin on her face.
"Hello, Bubbles." He said cheerfully.
"Duhh, hiya Mr. C!" she said. He noted that she was particularly unintelligent today, a side-effect of her well known drug habits.
"Been at the ol' Wacky Weed again" He said with a slight chuckle.
"Oh, you bet." She smiled.
"As long as it's not in front of customers, that's fine by me."
"Oh." She said with a slight frown.
"What did you do?" he said with a parental tone in his voice.
"Booty sent a cute human girl here. I gave her some of my Wacky Weed brownies." She giggled.
"Oh. And?"
"Well, she wandered away after she changed before I could get her some new clothes. Let's just say she's about three feet tall, big feet and a big doofy grin on a naked body.
"Well, luckily Nudity is not frowned upon in the city." He said with a shake of his head. The antics his employees could get into were quite interesting.
"Well, keep an eye on things, I am popping into the other realm now." He said as she nodded.
He walked through the closet door and was whisked upward in a swirling wave of colors. Most of his customers experienced this for the first time when falling through his portal, and they were always awe-struck. To him, it was just another day at the office though.
He landed in the back room of the human store he had set up. He looked out of the window and saw the shop had changed locations again.
"Where are we today, Booty?" he asked the clown with a huge ass. She smiled and waved at him.
"Boston, I think, sir. Someone said they had come from Fenway Park."
"The girl you sent to Bubbles?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, yep. You don't mind, do you?" she asked.
"As long as the customer is happy, I am. And I heard she was very happy…and naked."
"Oh, lord. Bubbles can be so…loopy sometimes." Booty laughed.
"Well, you can go to the Clowntopia side now and take your lunch break." He said.
"I'll hold down the fort here."
---
Jen-Jen walked down the street towards her favorite store, thinking how much fun she was going to have. She loved shopping. She wasn't very fashion oriented before her transformation, but she loved shoes and clothes now more than most girls ever do. She giggled thinking of the platform heels she had seen for sale in the store, and how much she was going to love wearing them.
As she moved towards the store, a figure stepped in front of her. He smiled and removed his top hat as a show of respect to the lady he had just met.
"Hello there. My name is…Nero, yes, that's it. Nero."
"Oh, Hi!" she smiled. She noted his smile wasn't very friendly looking, but his voice sounded almost soothing.
"Would you be Ms. Jen-Jen, girlfriend to the famous Chuckles?"
"Yes I would. I'm famous too. I'm a model." She said with a certain amount of satisfaction.
"Yes, I've heard which makes my news so bewildering."
"News?" she asked.
"You see, I am a customer of the club owned by Jezzy-Belle. It's a seedy place, I know, but what can I say, I do enjoy it."
She shrugged. "Whatever floats your rubber ducky, mister."
"Very true. Unfortunately, it also floats the rubber ducky of your good fellow Chuckles."
"What? No, that's no true. He hates Jezzy. He doesn't even set foot in that place"
"Sadly, I believe you have been deceived. Not only does he not hate Jezzy, he has been…well, you should see for yourself."
The man held up a photograph that was clear as the daylight above. Chuckles was sitting at a table with Jezzy, both wearing grins of pleasure. He flipped to another picture, one of them kissing, the passion evident by the red hearts floating up above them.
Jen-Jen slapped the photos out of his hand. "NO! That's not possible. He loves ME!"
"Pictures do not lie, my dear. I just wanted to warn you so he could not hurt you any longer."
"How could he?" she said. Tears stained her white cheeks. She then looked up, rage filling her eyes.
"I'll strangle him like a bad balloon animal." She fumed as she turned around and stormed off.
"What a pity." Nero said as he vanished in a plume of black smoke.
---
Bubbles sat at the desk of the store, puffing away at her joint when the door flew open.
"Oh, like, hi, Jen!" she giggled.
"Where is he?" Jen-Jen said through her teeth.
"Chuckles? He's in the Normal world." She said.
She burst towards the back closet, running past a smiling Booty . Soon she was whisked upwards into the colors.
"What was that about?" Booty asked.
"Do I look like I know?" Bubbles asked.
"Of course not, You don't even know how many toes you have half the time." Booty laughed.
---
"That's nuts. These things make your ears bigger?" a young man at the counter asked Chuckles as he held up clip on earrings.
"Try them on." Chuckles said. Suddenly a wave of pink burst forth from the back room.
"LEAVE!" shouted a voice at the customer.
He looked at Chuckles who looked at him, then at the girl clown who had just entered. "Best do as she says. Take those with you. On the house."
The man ran out, and Chuckles turned to face his girlfriend.
"Jen-Jen, what in the world is wrong with you, that was a customer. You know…"
"JEZZY BELLE! HOW COULD YOU?" Jen-Jen screamed throwing a magic wand from a nearby shelf at him. He ducked as it turned his cash register into a rubber chicken.
"Watch it!" he shouted. "What do you mean, Jezzy Belle."
"You've been cheating on me with her! Admit it! I saw the proof. I know you have been sneaking off to…kiss…that harlot."
"What in the name of Harlequin are you talking about?" He asked.
"A man, a customer of hers, saw you making out with that whore."
He had never heard such language from her.
"He was obviously lying. I've never even thought about kissing her. Yuck." He said.
"You did! He took pictures!" she said holding one that she had swiped from the man.
"How in the…" Chuckles said as he looked at the picture. Sure enough there he was kissing the clown he considered to be the closest thing he had to an enemy.
"That's fake. I don't know how, but that's fake."
"You can't fake a photo. Clowns don't have Photoshop!" She said, as the tears appeared again.
"Look, someone is trying to make you upset, so just calm down and listen to me. Would you like to get some Ice Cream? "
"Ice Cream?" she said with a sniffle, like a child who had just thrown a tantrum might.
"Sure. My treat." He said.
He lead her to the back room and opened the door to the portal, only to find an actual store room sitting there.
"Um. That's never happened before. I'm sure it's just temporary though. We'll get Ice Cream in the Normal world then. Should be fun!" he said as he swiped a wand from his shelf that said "All Purpose" on it.
"Have your special purse on you?" he asked.
"Of course!" she said, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Okay then, off we go!" he said as he lead her into the real world. As they stepped out, they both felt very odd as if they were stepping through a sheet of water.
When they landed on the sidewalk, they turned to see the store was gone.
"NO!" Chuckles gasped. He then noticed his reflection in the empty store-front. It was…human.
"My Face!" he said. "It's…Normal!"