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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 15:01:27 GMT -4
"She does that, and then you turn it around on her. I will not allow it." He said. "I don't care what you do to me, you leave her out of this."
Jen-Jen looked throughly confused. --- "Um...okay" she said with a smile. "Sounds fun"
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Post by observer on Apr 28, 2011 15:32:13 GMT -4
"Silly Chuckies. I wouldn't do that." Lola said sweetly. "After all, her name's not the one written down." She smiled, tapping the pen where she'd written Chuckles name. --- "Lets go over to one of the private rooms and I'll paint you a nice colorful face." Fatso said, dancing her way toward one of the vacant rooms.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 15:34:53 GMT -4
"Chuckles, whats going on?" Jen-Jen asked.
"Lola here is a mischevious clown who loves to cause problems. She wants to turn us against eachother, or at least, use our desires against us." --- "Okay" she said following the dancing clown girl.
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Post by observer on Apr 28, 2011 15:49:14 GMT -4
"Tch tch. That was the old Lola that was banished." Lola said, wagging a finger. "I want to use your desires to bring you closer now." She giggled, holding the pen out to Jen-Jen. --- Fatso danced into one of the rooms and closed the door once the girl was inside. "Have a seat on the stool while I get the paint." She said, reaching deep into her purse.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 15:50:58 GMT -4
"What? No!" Jen-Jen said, refusing the pen. "I am not going to let you change my lovey-dovey."
Chuckles sighed at her cute nickname, but beamed with bride at her reaction. "Take that, you bozo" --- She sat down, and looked at the fat clown and chuckled. "Full of life, huh?" she asked.
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Post by observer on Apr 28, 2011 15:59:18 GMT -4
"Fine. Fun way it is." Lola smiled, flipping the piece of paper over. She quickly wrote Jen-Jen's full name down followed by one word, 'bozo'. --- "Yep." She said, pulling out a plastic box with spots for each color inside. "Your dancing reminds me of someone else I met on the dance floor."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 16:01:26 GMT -4
Chuckles gasped and lunged for the paper. "No!" --- "Oh, really?" she said with a curious look.
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Post by observer on Apr 28, 2011 16:05:51 GMT -4
"Now now Chuckles, you had your chance." Lola giggled, grabbing the piece of paper and jumping away. "Now Jen-Jen, what were you going to say?" She asked as sparkles appeared around Jen-Jen's side of the paper. --- "Yep. She danced like she didn't have a care in the world." Fatso said, pulling out a paint brush and dipping it in the purple paint. She then painted two diamonds on the girl's cheeks.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 16:12:39 GMT -4
"I feel...funny" she said, holding her hand to her head. Chuckles turned and looked at her with a gasp. --- "Care free? God, I wish that were the case." she laughed.
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Post by observer on Apr 28, 2011 16:22:32 GMT -4
"That's because your becoming a bozo, just like Chuckles said." Lola giggled, twirling her pen between her fingers. --- "How so?" Fatso asked, painting red lines over her eyebrows.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 28, 2011 16:25:52 GMT -4
"What does that even mean, I just said it to insult you" Chuckles said. --- "I have such a hectic life. Tonight is first night I've had to myself in ages."
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Post by observer on Apr 29, 2011 3:36:51 GMT -4
"Well you should have been more careful with your words." Lola chuckled. "Now Jen-Jen's going to be less smart." She said, looking over to Jen-Jen. --- "That's a shame." Fatso said, putting a red spot of paint on the girl's nose. "Guess you'll have to have as much fun as possible tonight."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 29, 2011 11:39:28 GMT -4
"Me head hurt" she mumbled.
"Stop it!" Chuckles snarled. "I'll give in." he sighed. "I'll write something about her on the paper, just stop this." --- "Oh, that feels strange" She said as the cold paint touched her nose.
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Post by observer on Apr 29, 2011 11:58:53 GMT -4
"Okay." Lola smiled, holding out the pen and paper. Just before Chuckles could grab it though, she pulled it back. "Now now Chuckies. Did you really think I would risk you putting my name on this? You'll tell me what you would change about her and after I write it down, I'll cross out bozo and she'll be smart again." ---- "This is special paint. It always feels odd the first time you try it." Fatso smiled, painting a white muzzle around her mouth.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 29, 2011 12:03:49 GMT -4
Chuckles smiled. "Hey, you never know. Everyone has their moments. As for her, there is one thing Ive always wanted. A really tall clown girlfriend. Just an odd quirk of mine, I dig taller girls. Like...really tall" he said. --- 'Oh, okay. Is that a good thing?" she asked.
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