<div class="floatleft">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o7_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kinky the Klown<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong>Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Clown<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Reverse Cowgirl Yee-Ha!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Big Tent, The "Cool" Table<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Full Makeup and Costume: Purple Sequin Suspenders, lime green "Hammer" pants, purple and green wingtips two sizes too large. No shirt.<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>Jersey Here!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lexie, Lottie and Kate, others in passing.<br/><br/>Kink had been eating too fast to bother with delicate operations like buttering or smearing the warm, fluffy biscuits with honey. When at last his hands were bare of biscuits, the clown grabbed the jar of honey and leaned his head back, pouring a long, golden ribbon of thick sugar over the white slop that his cheeks were bulging with before gulping down the contents of his mouth.<br/><br/>After setting the honey back down, Kink took up the slender strip of latex paint that he'd pulled off of Lexie's back and tied it around his forehead like a bandanna. Kink wasn't the sort to question why he did things, he acted on impulse when a mood took him, and never questioned the "why" behind his actions.<br/><br/>Kink cursed under his breath as he realized that his cigar had burned out while he was eating and was in the process of relighting it when he overheard the Twins talking about him. At first, he made no signs of hearing what the "Evil Twin" Kate was saying, though inwardly he was slightly flattered. Kink was familiar with the girls, burlesque dancers who'd arrived fairly recently. From what he'd seen, they knew their craft and in spite of their shared malformity, each of them carried a certain flair for sexual tension. Kink always had a soft spot for freaks, outcasts and others that society cringed from. When the "Good Twin" who introduced herself as Charlotte, Kink turned slowly in his chair to face them, wearing an unreadable smile as though it were a part of his costume. They both seemed shy, at least at first, so Kink decided to break the ice with a bit of fun.<br/><br/>"Company, of course. I'll always share my company with my Company when companions want for companionship." Kink said, his voice lilting in a sing song kind of way. In his peripheral vision, Kink saw more food arriving, to Elizabeth's apparent dismay. "We feed appetites of the mind and soul, but appetites for appetizers know only one remedy."<br/><br/>Kink stood abruptly, sending the cloud of smoke from relighting his cigar into a spiraling column around him as he rose. He made his way over to the appetizers that had just arrived, snapping his fingers for the Twins to follow, without looking back.<br/><br/>It would be inaccurate to say that Kinky had a penchant for hazing members of the company who he considered to be closely related to his own, but it would be fair to say that he treated them more harshly than other acts. Kink would have described it as baptizing them in the Spirit of clowning. Without looking back to see if he'd been followed, Kink began loading up a bowl with salad and toast points loaded with antipasto. He ignored the croissants, deciding that he'd had enough bread for one night.