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]

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?