major_west | 139 // HELLO, CHILDREN. [VIDEO/SPAM]

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139 // HELLO, CHILDREN. [VIDEO/SPAM]

[A garishly dressed, somewhat insane looking man IS FLAILING AND BECKONING, WIELDING MANY BALLOONS.]

Welcome, welcome, welcome, one and all! Want a balloon? I've got scores of balloons here, waiting for a sticky, dirty little hand to claim them. And just think, small children, yours can be that hand!

One penny a piece!

For three pennies, I'll even twist and sculpt them into all manners of animals! Dogs, cats, bears, weasels, foxes, giraffes-- That's right, any beast on four legs can be yours for three pennies! [Lol they all look the same :c Anyway, to demonstrate his point, he twists a balloon into a dog/cat/weasel thing.]

Like having a zoo in the palm of your hands!

[BIG, PAINFUL GRIN. He looks a little terrifying.]

What child wouldn't want a balloon?

[OOC: WEST IS JUST A GENERIC CREEPY ENTERTAINER. He's not even good enough to be called a clown. And he hangs out with Billy and robs houses at night.]

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[Victor watches West from a distance, fairly obviously staring. He looks at the ground for a few long seconds before approaching West.] Can you make good cats?

Ah, my good man. [He claps a hand on Victor's shoulder, then immediately draws it away and wipes it on his coat. NOT BECAUSE VICTOR'S DIRTY, but because West just doesn't like touching strangers.] I only make the best cats.

[He holds out a fistful of deflated balloons.]

Colour preference?

[Victor just nods slightly at West wiping his hand. He's kind of used to it. Victor thinks for a moment about colour preference.]

I think Ms McPhearson liked yellow, most of all.

[He grins like this is the greatest choice ever.] Yellow it is, then! [And so he blows and blows, inflating the balloon, then ties it up once it's at a decent, respectable level of inflation.]

Observe: metamorphosis.

[And he twists it into a VAGUELY CAT-SHAPED THING, then holds it out.]

Three pennies, if you please. [With his other hand, he whips out a needle from his pocket. PAY HIM OR THE CAT GETS IT.]

[Victor looks at the cat shaped thing, then at West. He puts a hand into his pocket, searching around for coins. He know that West said it was one penny before, but Victor wasn't game to question him about it. Talking to people was hard. At least talking to living people was hard.]

[Victor offered the money to West with a slight shrug.] I'm sure a cat looks like that, somewhere in the world.

[He snatches the pennies greedily and pockets them along with the needle. No need to threaten the cat now. He hands it over to Victor.] Cats look like that in Africa. Have you ever been to it? The Dark Continent? I have. [He hasn't.]

No. [Victor looks at West flatly for a second, and then at his 'cat'.] I've never left this town. I'll only ever get to go on one big journey. [He smiles slightly, and holds the cat to his chest.]

Where? [He leans very close, suddenly horribly curious.] To India? That's a big journey, I reckon.

To the next life. [Victor smiles, looking at his 'cat'.] We all go on the journey after death. [He smiles at West.] Thankyou, for the balloon.

Oh. [He grins.] Best of luck on that journey. I reckon I'll see you there.

Well, I think we will. [Victor smiles at him.] Thank you, for the cat. I hope you make many more today.

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139 // HELLO, CHILDREN. [VIDEO/SPAM]

[SPAM] - Because I love West, dammit.

[SPAM] - AND WEST LOVES YOU

[SPAM] - AND WEST LOVES YOU

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