<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>Lottie and Kate. Also "Great Khan" and Chloe.<br/><br/>As Kink shoved his way past the curtain into the dressing area, he very nearly knocked right into Sochi who was on his way in. The big man said nothing, merely nodding politely to the trio as he passed.<br/><br/>"Mecha Lecha High, Mecca Highnee Ho!" Kink hailed in passing, his own version of greeting that he reserved for the Khan. Kink's assertion had always been that he was born speaking gibberish, and that since Sochi spoke in his native tongue, Kink would answer in kind (Though the argument was much less convincing in gibberish). "Taako wannalo."<br/><br/>"A<em>kink</em>is a deviation from what would otherwise be a straightforward path. I'm<em>Kinky</em>because I'm quite the deviation from the<em>Straightforward</em>sort of clown."<br/><br/><br/>"One should always have some concept of how deep something really is, before requesting to see the 'Depths'. Wouldn't you agree, Lottie?" Kink asked after the more timid of the sisters as he began gathering random bolts of cloth to bind their wrists to the rack.<br/><br/><br/>It was just then that Chloe came bursting forth from inside the tent, clearly on the verge of tears. Kink stopped in place, terrified that he was about to be lectured half to death over what and more importantly where (with whom?) he was doing; but Chloe barely spared them a glance in her uncharacteristically undignified emotional state.<br/><br/>At first, Kink waited, half expecting Kepler to be next out of the tent, chasing after to soothe whatever it was that troubled her so. When Kep didn't go tumbling after, Kink tried to put it from his mind, get back to what he was doing, but all he kept thinking was to wonder what had happened. Was it his doing? With Chloe it seemed like it always was...<br/><br/>"Stay!" Kink barked at Kate, projecting his anger with himself on her. Why couldn't he just leave it alone? Chloe wasn't his problem, and he doubted that she'd be glad to see him on<em>any</em>level, but for some reason, he couldn't just let her stew in misery. Maybe it was the clown in him, or the Spirit, or the booze... Who could say for sure?<br/><br/>Kink slipped his suspenders back up, following after Chloe cautiously. He didn't want to startle her, which sometimes was neigh on impossible. Maybe this was one of those times.<br/><br/>"We're not so different, you and I." Kink said gently when he was still a ways off, his tone soothing and something that almost passed as sincere. "Opposites, sure. But sides of the same coin. See, I never learned shame and you picked up too much of it."<br/><br/>Kink smiled lightly, moving closer like he was walking into a burning building.<em>More like a minefield</em>he thought. Hoping that he could at least lighten the mood a tiny bit for for her, reassure her that everything would seem less tragic in the morning.<br/><br/>"If only there were some way, you could fix some of that shame on me and rid yourself of it. Lord knows you try." A joke, followed by a good natured smile. A peace offering, an olive branch.