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

[major_west]

[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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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

...I did always love the basic design for our outfits. Well, your outfits, really. I construct my own.

[Nice going with the...whatever you have on your shoulders there, West. Your fellow carnie is grinning at you from behind his stand, gradually approaching because it looks like business will be slow for the moment.]

Make a weasel. I might as well get one before you snap and choke a small child with your balloons.

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Mine was tailored. [DEADLY SERIOUS:] Especially for me. [Pause, then he grins brightly.] I purchased it with balloon money!

[West just has a garish red zoot suit to show for it-- IT'S STYLISH, DAMN IT. Anyway, he pulls out a balloon and huff huff huff, inflates it, then ties it off. He casts a perplexed look at Eddie.]

But I like children...

[And he makes something that sort of resembles a weasel. Or a dog. Or a bear. He holds it out with one hand, the other going for the emergency needle he keeps to destroy the balloons in the event that somebody won't pay.]

Employee discount: one penny.

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

What, really? It was a cons-- oh, er... [Why would anyone would pay for such a travesty of a clown suit?] I mean, it's very red. Suits you.

[He accepts the balloon and stares at it for a bit, trying to figure out how it resembles a weasel. Maybe that tied bit on the end is supposed to be a nose? He's not entirely sure.]

Strange then, that the most of your customers are adults. Must be your smile.

[Still staring at the balloon. Very gradually, he reaches into his pocket.]

Are you sure this is an animal?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

Well, of course it does. It's a suit! [DUH.]

[West gives a shrug, clearly unperturbed by the implication.] Balloon art transcends all ages. Quite profitable, you know.

[He whips the needle out, practically brandishing it.] Are you doubting my craftsmanship, Eddie?

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[puzzleprince.livejournal.com]

[Balloon art. It takes a considerable amount of effort to stifle a snort.] If you're used to the wages, that would hold truth.

[Eddie glances at the needle, when it's whipped out, bemused.] You could make me your favorite animal, if it helps. [And he leans in, popping the balloon.] Would that be a cat? A dolphin?