<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>Doggy Style! Arf!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dressing Area/ Big Tent<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, Chloe, Mariana, Lawrence, Twins, Open.<br/><br/>Kinky screwed up his face spitefully as Chloe took the first opportunity to shoot verbal daggers of judgement at him. She was criticizing his lack of a shirt as an assumed lack of modesty, though perhaps she'd known him long enough not to have to assume. Kinky flipped the suspenders off of his shoulders and used the thumbs on both hands to pinch his nipples against the side of his forefingers, lifting one then the other as he stared daggers right at Chloe, even while making a stupid face, tongue dangling out of his face like a dog having it's belly scratched.<br/><br/>"Chloe, darling woman." Kink began, still playing with his bare nipples, pretending that they were their own little kick line across his chest. "I see that you have utterly abandoned the search for a hat that could adequately encompass the ever expanding mass that is your giant, inflated head! Quite clever, really. Pinning tiny little doll hats to that massive cranium, maybe if you could collect five or six more like that you could piece them together, like Pangea. So then they'd just spread out as your globe of a dome increased, week to week."<br/><br/>Kink abandoned his nipples in favor of a pantomime that demonstrated the expanding of Chloe's head, using his own skull for reference, widening his arms while making an inflating sound with his lips, like air being pumped into a balloon. When his arms reached their outward limit, he made an inappropriately loud "POP!" sound with his mouth, spraying tiny spit droplets onto the table as he bloomed out his fingers to express the combustion of Chloe's overinflated head.<br/><br/>There were plenty of more "choice" words that Kinky would have used if it had been anyone else that prodded him, but for Chloe, so prim and proper, it was much more amusing to address her like the Renaissance Diplomat that Kink always assumed that she viewed herself as. Beat her at her own game, as it were.<br/><br/>After a self assured chuckle, Kink took another pull from the bottle of Scotch, having been gently dismissed by Lawrence some moments before Chloe arrived. It was quite a shock to hear Lawrence defend his tattoos, perhaps playing Devil's Advocate, but in spite of the fact that Kink needed no one else to defend him or his... way, he appreciated Lawrence's honesty. His tattoos were pretty awesome.<br/><br/>Kink slipped his cigar back into his mouth, ashing it discreetly in the dirt as Mariana joined the table. Her smile was met by one of his own, though his was much larger and exaggerated as though his lips suddenly became allergic to his teeth. As Lawrence returned her niceties about how great the shows had been that week, kink slid the paint stained bottle in front of his favorite Engineer.<br/><br/>"Drink up Mari Cakes." Kink smirked, sliding the bottle closer to the slightly timid girl, before addressing the rest at the table. "Do you know where we're headed next week? I always like to slip a little local flavor into my acts and segments."<br/><br/>When Lexie entered the tent, like so many others, Kink's eyes were drawn to her. He hadn't quite understood why she'd been behaving strangely in the dressing area, but without the modesty of her robe, Kink could see the discomfort on her face and he shot a fierce glare at Elizabeth from his place at the table. The nerve of that woman. Kink felt the hypocrisy of her previous speech wash over him, let loose indeed.<br/><br/>Shouldn't the girl be free to wear what she pleased to the party? Wasn't<em>she</em>free to cut loose and enjoy herself, actually<em>be</em>herself rather than Elizabeth's version of what she ought to be? No, of course not, not a clown. While Kink didn't quite understand what Lexie was feeling, having no real concept of shame, he did understand that she was uncomfortable and would only become more so as the night went on.<br/><br/>Kink had plenty of experience with liquid latex, both of the clear variety, so often used to make false beards or prosthetic features, but also with the "Paint" variety that Liz had used her as a hesitant Guinea pig for. None of them breathed, not in the slightest. In a matter of minutes, Lexie's body would object to the lack of oxygen and begin to sweat, peeling the latex back from her skin. Then it would begin to stick to itself as she moved, binding fast and sticking readier to the other latex than to her skin. It would peel away, under the arms, between the thighs, under her breasts, anywhere she unconsciously touched herself, the latex would start peeling away. Eventually, she'd be all but naked, what would Chloe say to that?<br/><br/>Latex always took twice as long to remove as it did to apply, the places where it wouldn't peel off on its own and had to be meticulously pulled back from the skin, one tiny jagged piece at at time. Would Elizabeth be there for her then? Where the latex got tangled with her hair or was so tiny that it could only be picked off with fingernails. Kink doubted it.<br/><br/>At this point, there was nothing he could do about it, Lexie was already inextricably wrapped in her formfitting, synthetic plastic prison. All he could do was watch and wait, bring her some sweats when she'd inevitably need them and maybe, if the moment seemed neat, offer his services to help her peel herself free of the painted on prison. He jabbed the tip of his throwing knife bitterly into the wooden table as she approached.<br/><br/>She had hugs and smiles for everyone, everyone but Kinky which only made him more frustrated. Always the bad guy. No hugs or smiles for him who might be bold enough to tell the truth. Lexie was being used.<br/><br/>The young clown was so bubbly and eager to please, that she would have crawled through broken glass if Elizabeth had asked her, she was too bright eyed and bushy tailed to push back. Kink took another drink of his Scotch as Lexie invited Lawrence to dance. Nothing like physical exercise inside an airless, body condom. More attention being paid, none of it to him.<br/><br/>As "The Twins" three-legged raced their way over, Kink parked his cigar between his lips and spread out his left hand over the table. Taking a moment to wrestle his throwing knife out of the wood, he jabbed the point into the table again bitterly, less than an inch from the outside of his thumb, then inside his thumb, then back outside. Inside the thumb again, then between his index and back again. The game was called "Five Finger Fillet", and it was a favorite of the Clown's when he was feeling neglected. Faster and faster he stabbed the table, billowing smoke from his nose as his fist flew back and forth, stabbing faster and faster between his fingers, always in the same pattern, blooming out from inside the thumb and then scaling back again.<br/><br/>In between his fingers, bits of the table were beginning to break off and fill the small holes he was creating with wood chips and bits of ruined table cloth. When his arm began to ache from the rapid fire stabbing, Kink planted the knife between his middle and ring fingers, stabbing it deep enough to poke out through the bottom.<br/><br/>He leaned back and ashed his cigar, casting a bitter glance at Lawrence's back, then a decidedly hateful one back at Elizabeth before tipping back his bottle. He was feeling it now, that low burn in his chest and belly, bringing color up around his neck. The bottle was half empty when he came up for air. He wasn't even sure who he was mad at, Elizabeth, Lexie or Lawrence; or even why for a certainty. But Kink trusted his emotions without needing to understand them.