<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>Missionary, Amen!<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, Lawrence.<br/><br/>Kink returned Lexie's smile as she laughed, listening to her answer with one eyebrow lilting upward. Did she really think him so uncouth? He felt very strongly about the clowns and what he perceived as "his" portion of the show, so for that reason, he'd been more than a little hard on Lexie during staging rehearsals, but he wasn't the type to leave a beautiful girl suffering when he had the ability to help.<br/><br/>"Oh, ho, ho. Doubting Dolores, are you? Well, it just so happens that I have an ancient clown secret for exactly this sort of situation." Kink muttered, feigning indignity at being doubted as he rose from his chair and moved silently behind Lexie. "Watch and learn, Clownling"<br/><br/>With the hand he wasn't using to hold his cigar, Kink gathered Lexie's hair up from the back of her neck, gently and leaning in as though he was about to plant a soft kiss on the back of her neck. Instead, he used his teeth to lightly slip under the latex paint where it yielded before her hairline. He tore the multicolored vinyl shell in two spots, close together and then he lifted his head again. He gripped the small tag, about the width of his thumb before suddenly jerking his arm back. A thin, winding ribbon of colorful plastic peeled away from her spine in one pull, leaving the very center of her back exposed, from the back of her neck to just above the crack of her toned buttocks.<br/><br/>The clown leaned back, placing the cigar back between his lips to admire his handiwork. He reached into the ice bucket near the glasses and used his bare fingers to scoop three cubes out of the water. He sat back in his seat after that. sliding the cubes onto the back of Lexie's neck and slowly gliding them down the track of exposed flesh he'd created, then moving back up after he reached the bottom.<br/><br/>Kink barely had time to flash Lexie a confident wink before the tray of biscuits arrived and triggered a Manic fit from the half starved clown. The ice was released and just as soon forgotten as Kink began grabbing three or four biscuits in each fist after resting his cigar on the edge of the nearest ashtray.<br/><br/>"Lawrence old chap! You just became my new favorite person!" Kink exclaimed at the man's back, firing a hail of breadcrumbs from his overstuffed mouth. "This is just what I needed!"<br/><br/>The last bit was neigh on unintelligible as Kink stuffed more and more bread into his mouth even as he was talking. "Just what I needed." came out more like "Wamff wugg haigh murdered!" but Kink didn't pay that  much heed, instead he was working on forcing half chewed mouthfuls of bread down his throat without the aide of a proper beverage to wash them down.<br/><br/>As he ate, Kinky's eyes wandered. It was easy to dismiss the clown, especially during one of his manic fits or fits of rage, but the wary would notice that his eyes were ever vigilant. Watching with unreadable emotion as Elizabeth led Kepler to the dance floor. Kink was ever aware of the volatile nature of the company, though never of his own role in it. Instead he mused passively how like a powder keg the collected ingredients in this tent were. With the burning candles hovering above like an omen of fire.