OOC: This is an atmosphere thread. only NPCs post here




Mr. Pibbles hunched over the old executive desk that had been placed outside of the Carnival tent near by. In one, oversized, white Mickey Mouse glove, he held a feather pen. It scratched the surface of the parchment paper.

scratch....

scratch....

He was doing it the way he always had done it. Rewriting the list that would serve as a copy for himself and Gaggles. The list of course were the kids whose souls would be stolen to bring back the Evil Circus.

But as he scratched the paper in front of him, his mind wandered. Random and sporadic thoughts cropped up in different places of his mind, like welcome weeds in a garden. He wanted to smoke pot, play the guitar and take hallucinogenic mushrooms. He also wanted to know what happened to some of the people he once knew.

These thoughts were not his own. Gaggles once described them as Echo Thoughts. Thoughts of the person whose soul had been stolen and whose body had been killed, possessed and ridden by Mr. Pibbles.

Souls could be stored in any number of places. The Pet Store, The Ice Cream Truck, and The Old Warhouse full of jars were just of few of the groups' favorite. But only those on the list would become clowns. The rest would be fed to the Evil Circus at a later time.

And so, he cleared the thoughts from his head, and kept writing. After all, there was work to do.

A Volkswagen Beetle car pulled up with a sputtering muffler. There was a loud 'pop' like a shotgun blast as hot, noxious gas came out and drifted into the air above to form a grayish cloud.

The windows were completely tinted, obscuring the view of who was behind the wheel and if there were any passengers in the smallish-car. It didn't matter though, because Mr. Pibbles already knew who it was.

The driver-side door opened and a large, red, floppy cloud shoe came out, landing on the ground with a 'thud' that sounded more like a army boot. It crushed a pine cone under its heal, pulverizing it instantly into dust.

Mr. Cherrywinks strode over towards Mr. Pibbles, his eyes fixed, angry and determined.



He grabbed the purple bag he was holding and tipped it upside down, dumping the contents onto the table in front of Mr. Pibbles.

Severed noses of different shapes and sizes scattered across the table.

"Got another one. But three got away." he said, voice full of gravel.

"Scratch that name off the list. Will something." he added and began to pace back and forth as Mr. Pibbles readied his pen, looking for the child's name on the list.

"We've got work to do. They won't wait forever for the Circus to come back." he added.

Mr. Pibbles' feather moved quickly over the parchment, scratching ink in large strokes. He crossed out the name 'Will.'

"I took care of the Charlie-girl too." He added. "Nnyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nycuk!" a burst of slap-stick chuckles escaped his mouth.

All the while though, he was looking up at Cherrywinks. He knew that it wasn't wise to take his eye off of the head Clown in charge.

It was true that the Circus was united in a common goal, but even within the troop of Clowns, one had to be careful.