<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>In the Middle<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Big Tent, into Dressing area.<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>Chloe, Twins, Lexie.<br/><br/>Kink was glad to see that Chloe accepted his olive branch in the same good natured sense it was intended. He cursorily acknowledged the apologies from the Twins who had returned to the tent shortly after his terse parting word, sparing them a flippant wave of his hand over his shoulder. He maintained eye contact with Chloe through the mirror as she dried her eyes with the same measured elegance that she did everything else. He loved games like this, reflected eye contact and delicious unspoken, subtextual tension. His smile widened as she turned to face him directly.<br/><br/>When Chloe mentioned her family, Kink made no reaction. It came as no surprise to him that her mysterious outburst linked back to her former family and former home, more than likely rooted in those "Daddy" issues that the poor girl was constantly suffering under the weight of.<br/><br/>"I've heard it said that families are like assholes, everybody's got one and most of the time, they're full of shit." Kink ad libbed to break the tension. He was unaccustomed to seeing Chloe's eyes without the cloud of disdain or judgement polluting their color.<br/><br/>They were actually quite... lovely.<br/><br/>Kink laughed, a little too loud perhaps at Chloe's mention of his carefree personality bordering on madness. He wouldn't deny it. A little bit of crazy was in his job description. But the laughter quickly died when Chloe rose from her chair. At first, Kink was startled by the sheer unexpected quality of Chloe moving toward him, it seemed counter to everything he'd come to learn about the aerialist. She was disgusted by Kink, everything about him, his sense of humor, his tattoos, his penchant for exposed flesh, the stink of Scotch that clung to him and the cloud of acrid smoke that seemed to always trail him. Yet in spite of all that, she reached out gently and adjusted his suspender to lay flat against his chest.<br/><br/>The soft, silken material of her glove against his skin did more to arouse his inner kinks than Kate's challenge did. For a moment he was stricken dumb, staring at the place where her fingers had brushed his chest as though she'd cast a spell on him, robbing him of all his wits. He was pleasantly surprised to hear that she had a tattoo of her own. He tried to say that he'd like to see it some time, but his mouth just kind of opened and closed without sound finding its way out.<br/><br/>What sort of cruel joke was this?<br/><br/>At last, she kissed him and the spell was broken. Returning to himself, Kink looked as though the light kiss on his cheek had dropped a concussion grenade into his mouth, eyes bursting wide and cheeks puffing out dramatically. When Chloe asked after the Twins, Kink just shook his head.<br/><br/>"Just a little tongue in cheek game of 'chicken'." Kink smiled, offering his arm to Chloe as he turned back toward the tent. "I won. Aren't you impressed?"<br/><br/>Kink was giggling at his own joke as he moved past a hanging curtain into the changing area where he found Lexie in front of one of the vanities, struggling to free herself from Elizabeth's latex prison. From the look of things, she was having a devil of a time, her fair skin variable shades of red and pink.<br/><br/>"Holy Hand Grenades, girl! Why didn't you come get me?" Kink asked in abject dismay, his voice was incredulous, though his eyes bespoke of a deeper concern for his fellow clown's well being. "Stop what you're doing."<br/><br/>Suddenly, it was Chloe was abandoned as Kink rushed over to his own vanity station where he extracted a massive bucket of "Cole's Cream". The label was old, wrinkled and smudged with more kinds of paint and synthetic plastics than one could imagine. He set the bucket down on Lexie's vanity with a resounding thud, twisting off the plate sized lid in a rush.<br/><br/>"Chloe, could you get my girl here some comfortable sweats from the Lost-and-Found. She's suffered enough for vanity tonight." Kink asked of Chloe's reflection, making brief, apologetic eye contact while dipping his hand into the bucket and pulling out a heaping handful of the wriggly, white lotion. "Always, always, always use Cole's to remove makeup or prosthetics. Also, it's important for someone else to have your back."<br/><br/>With that, Kink pressed the thick glob of cool cream against Lexie's raw, red back where she'd successfully torn away the latex, smearing the cream over to the edge of where she was still encased. He then used two fingers to lightly work the cream under the edge of the latex in short circular motions, his fingers sliding slowly over her shoulder blade and down the curve of her back.<br/><br/>It never even occurred to Kink that what he was doing was overtly intimate, nor did it occur that his "help" was unwarranted, and might be unwanted.