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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 29, 2013 20:03:42 GMT -4
"Why leaving so fast. You just got here." she said with a smile. You felt the chill of the drink spread to your skin, which felt like a breeze running over you.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 29, 2013 20:07:40 GMT -4
"Brrr. It's chilly in here," I say, not noticing my skin starting to turn white. "I guess I could stay for a while. Do you have anything for me to put on, while you show me around?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 29, 2013 22:41:28 GMT -4
"Oh, that will pass. It's just the drink cooling you down from the hot day." She said. She showed him around the room, taking her arm and locking it around his. She smiled as she saw his hair starting to change color.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 29, 2013 22:47:55 GMT -4
Vibrant blue streaks were working their way into Alan's hair. At the same time, it was growing ever so slowly-curling slightly as it went. Still, Alan didn't notice a thing.
"So, what all do you have here?" he asks.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 29, 2013 23:16:54 GMT -4
"Well, this is where people practice to become good clowns." she said as she noticed his curls getting tighter, poofing upwards.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 29, 2013 23:24:40 GMT -4
"Oh really! I thought so. It must be fun being a clown," he says, "No restraints, no nothing, just good ole fun and gags."
He still doesn't notice as his curls poof upwards and out into a purple afro. Candy can see patches of white spilling down from his new hair like paint, and hides her enthusiasm.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 29, 2013 23:39:51 GMT -4
"Oh, it's one of the best thrills in the world, let me tell you. I have loved it ever since the day I was born." she giggled, watching the your skin finish becoming white as hers. She then noticed your lips turning red.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 29, 2013 23:43:41 GMT -4
"Wait, so are clowns born? You aren't just like wearing face paint?," I ask. I have no problems speaking as my lips plump up, becoming much more feminine. A red painted smile then expands across my face; I couldn't frown even if I wanted to. A pink splotch appears on my nose, spreading a little as Candy watches.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 30, 2013 0:11:54 GMT -4
"Some are. I was." She giggled. "My mommy and daddy were the best clowns, so lovely." she said. "and yes, my skin is not painted on." she said, wiping a finger across her face.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 30, 2013 6:28:52 GMT -4
"Wow!" I exclaim, "what's it like being a clown all the time?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 30, 2013 14:07:36 GMT -4
"I love it. I get to be happy and smiling all the time, and I bring joy to the people." She giggled/
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Post by thelibrarian on May 30, 2013 16:21:24 GMT -4
"That sounds much better than everything normal people have to put up with," I laugh.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 31, 2013 12:43:58 GMT -4
"Oh it is. Being Normal is so boring, as far as I can tell." she said stroking your chin with her finger, seductively.
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Post by thelibrarian on May 31, 2013 16:39:53 GMT -4
"Well, I'm sure every day with you is extraordinary!" I chuckle, not quite myself because of that kooky cola. "You betcha!" Candy says, as she leans up and kisses me on my nose. I don't notice it, but the lipstick she left on the tip of the nose is spreading across it, turning it neon pink and sparkly. "So," I say, "I guess since I already drank the kooky cola, I should do something kooky. Any ideas, Candy?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 31, 2013 19:20:23 GMT -4
"You could juggle? Can you do that." She asked as she ran to fetch balls for you. "I find clowns who can juggle to be so hotttttt"
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