by MUTT_GUTZ » Thu Apr 02, 2020 1:26 am
user;; Pastel☺︎Chaos
name;; Emmett
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prompt;; he had been booked for a kids party along with a friend of his and right before he was going to leave the party canceled. it was a 7 year old's birthday party. after it was canceled he heard that the family replaced him for a group of mimes! he doesnt like mimes after what one of his ex-partners did to him.
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by Sploosh » Fri Apr 03, 2020 8:20 am
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prompt;; She was bored during quarantine and decided to follow a cute TikTok clown tutorial and didn't realize she was using semi-permanent fur paint... How she got the semi-permanent paint mixed up with normal fur dye is a completely different story... Come back in 24 hours for part 2!
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by its_loki » Fri Apr 03, 2020 7:07 pm
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prompt;; there's a figure sitting on a bench not far from the orphanage when you clock out from volunteering. their markings are familiar, vivid and eye-catching and bright. there's a scrap of fabric beside them, and something round and vaguely opalescent resting on the pile... ah, it jogs your memory. it's the clown that the orphanage hires to entertain the sicker, younger children who have to stay for longer durations due to their illnesses. his head is in his hands, and he doesn't appear to be moving.
you approach him tentatively, because while you're not unfamiliar with him, you've never spoken to him before. "hey... mister? are you okay?"
"hm?" you hear, in a warm baritone. it startles you, because now you think about it, you've never heard the man speak either. "yes, i'm alright, thank you for asking."
he pauses, lifting his head, and you wait as well, because it seems like the man has something to say, and while you don't really talk to strangers, it'd be rude to leave.
"would you care to sit?" is what comes out of his mouth instead. "it's a lovely day. it hasn't been this cooling in a while."
"uh." you're a little confused, but you do anyway a small distance away from him, albeit a little cautiously. it wouldn't hurt, from what you knew of him from the other staff, he was a nice enough man, if a little eccentric. "sure. are you... sure you're alright, mister? you looked... rather distressed earlier."
"oh, i am, don't worry! alright, just... a little melancholy." he turns to look at you, and his uncovered face catches you off guard. he has warm, grey eyes and a face that looks kind and gentle, but simultaneously, he looks... old. it might just be the crows-feet at the corner of his eyes from smiling, but it doesn't really seem the case. he looks like he's seen years and aeons despite his deceivingly youthful appearance. he pauses. "and you don't need to worry about me causing you harm or anything. i'm not going to hurt you, little missus, it's just been a while since i've had a proper conversation with someone."
"ah..." you say, realising he's read your mind completely. "okay then. what's the matter, mister?" you ask, deeming him safe enough to continue conversation with. "i don't actually know anything about you apart from the fact you come to the orphanage sometimes to see the children."
he chuckles, eyes creasing. "quite a lot of matters, actually. you're right, i do come here to see the children. it's my job to amuse them and make them happy. and it's a very pleasant job. i enjoy it." he picks up the clown nose, glancing at it deeply before tossing it up to catch it in his hand.
you wait patiently. he seems like a man who takes his time.
"i do feel like i'm becoming rather... redundant, though" says the man. his gaze drops again. he looks old again. "unnecessary, if you may. it has always been my job to make children happy, and especially these children who have had no one to love and care for them their whole life. but it seems my job is no longer quite required anymore. over the years, i no longer really bring joy to many children. i suppose in these times, clowns are becoming a rather retired art."
he speaks like he has been in this profession for years and years.
"oh." you say stupidly, unsure of how to respond. "i'm sorry."
"there's nothing to be sorry about," the man laughs, and when he laughs the atmosphere feels less heavy somehow, and your chest feels lighter, but that must just be a coincidence.
"it still makes me happy to make people happy. and there are so many people that need happiness and laughter in their lives. it is simply a very sad thing to me, to think that there are many people who yearn for happiness but do not get it. so regardless of how little people may still need me or appreciate my work anymore, whatever little joy i can bring to someone, whoever may need it, i feel it will still be a good thing. it is my only purpose in this world."
"you're a very kind man," you remark. "that's a lovely goal."
somehow... it feels like you are not grasping the full weight that his words carry. because isn't he but just a clown, an entertainer and perhaps artist? and yet, somehow, it feels like he is speaking of something very beyond a simple lifelong desire, of something greater and beyond the comprehension of many lifetimes.
"it is, isn't it," he turns to you again, and his warm, grey, but, at closer glance, sad eyes look like there are depths to them that you will never be able to comprehend. "i am very fortunate to be blessed with the opportunity to make people happy, and so i will continue forging on through the years to come. there is a lot of sadness in this world, you see."
he speaks very oddly, you think. very solemnly and with sobriety and brevity, like every word he utters carries a heavy significance to him. "i admire you, then." you say.
"thank you, little missus." he replies, looking off into the distance again, at the lone setting sun which has cast light over the earth for millennia and millennia. you feel like he could be as old as the sun itself. burning himself out to give warmth to others. it must be a very tiring existence.
"i am no longer needed here." the man says suddenly. "not here, at least. but i will continue nevertheless to other things."
you blink, confused. "ah. you're leaving?"
the man looks at you curiously. "i suppose you could say that." his words make you feel as if you've misinterpreted something.
"i never got your name," you say suddenly. "sorry, i completely forgot to ask you."
"that's okay," he says, looking at you as he pulls himself up from the bench. a smile pulls at his lips, but his eyes look tired, and old, again. they're the eyes of someone who's carrying unsaid burdens. "i'm surprised you approached me at all. no one really ever knows the man behind the clown nose, but it's not like they need to."
he extends his hand to you, and you stare blankly, before extending yours as well for him to grasp in a firm handshake. "i'm elias. but you won't really need my name, you'll probably not see me around again. please do be kind and good always, little missus. there're a lot of things that are sad in the world, so make sure to make others happy."
feeling vaguely like something important had just happened during this encounter, you watch as elias picks up his ruffled collar and clown nose and offers you a wave, before striding off into the distance.
what a peculiar man.
still, after he's gone, you can't shake off the feeling that the mysterious lightness of your chest that had come naturally with elia's presence earlier, seems to have left with him as well.
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by qvril » Sat Apr 18, 2020 11:34 am
winner is @Ucanthandleme !
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one sec figuring out RUs.
RU 01 goes to @stick.
common myo, and an uncommon edit
RU 02 goes to @eijiro
common myo, and an uncommon edit
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