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@jack-does-mechanics
Welcome to the shop!
Nameâs Jack!
Iâse work at the local mechanic shop ând can help fix up yer carsâ nâ shit. Pretty handy witâ a blowtorch, too!
Uhh, he/him, preferably
I likes flowers, n gettin my hands durty! Iâm 33!
me during passing period earlier
"hmmnggg....i miss wife :( wife is named kiki...sighhhgg wife and husband... @distantmemorial ... @jack-does-mechanics . .. :( sad..."
âIâse here!! Hi, corpsie!â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.
âOh, really? Iâse nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if Iâm honest. Both parents had different ones, so me nâ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..â he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.
âIâm done fâ the night. Iâd work more, I could use the pay, but theyâre cappinâ my ova time fâ the month.â He stretched.
Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.
âMeh, I havenât done that fâ years.â He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. âYouse got anywhere tâ stay?â
Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.
âI see. . . My apartment ainât too big, but I have a futon in the living room if you need somewhere to spend thâ night!â
He placed his hands on his hips âThis place can be ratha dangerous at night if ya donât got somewhere tâ stay.â
...You'd let me stay the night?..-
âYeah! Yer a friend a kikiâs, and Iâd feel awful if I jusâ left youse on the streets or somethinâ. Jusâ donât hurt me or any of my neighbors, anâ donât touch my plants.â
[ He took a moment to process that, before tears welled up in his eyes. He lifted up Jack in a tight hug, sobbing for what felt like the first time in forever. But in the best way fucking possible. ]
Jack let out a squeak-grunt thing as he was hoisted up, before hugging the man back, laughing.
âWell Iâm glad ise can help!â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.
âOh, really? Iâse nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if Iâm honest. Both parents had different ones, so me nâ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..â he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.
âIâm done fâ the night. Iâd work more, I could use the pay, but theyâre cappinâ my ova time fâ the month.â He stretched.
Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.
âMeh, I havenât done that fâ years.â He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. âYouse got anywhere tâ stay?â
Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.
âI see. . . My apartment ainât too big, but I have a futon in the living room if you need somewhere to spend thâ night!â
He placed his hands on his hips âThis place can be ratha dangerous at night if ya donât got somewhere tâ stay.â
...You'd let me stay the night?..-
âYeah! Yer a friend a kikiâs, and Iâd feel awful if I jusâ left youse on the streets or somethinâ. Jusâ donât hurt me or any of my neighbors, anâ donât touch my plants.â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.
âOh, really? Iâse nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if Iâm honest. Both parents had different ones, so me nâ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..â he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.
âIâm done fâ the night. Iâd work more, I could use the pay, but theyâre cappinâ my ova time fâ the month.â He stretched.
Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.
âMeh, I havenât done that fâ years.â He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. âYouse got anywhere tâ stay?â
Uhhh.. not really. I just kinda wander around and.. sit at abandoned places. The kid's been stayin' with Kiki, and I visit the kid whenever I'm not, y'know.. caught up in my usual bullshit. Only place I can kinda call home is the circus.
âI see. . . My apartment ainât too big, but I have a futon in the living room if you need somewhere to spend thâ night!â
He placed his hands on his hips âThis place can be ratha dangerous at night if ya donât got somewhere tâ stay.â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.
âOh, really? Iâse nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if Iâm honest. Both parents had different ones, so me nâ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..â he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.
âIâm done fâ the night. Iâd work more, I could use the pay, but theyâre cappinâ my ova time fâ the month.â He stretched.
Yeah, it's probably about time you stopped anyways.. don't want you overworkin' yourself.
âMeh, I havenât done that fâ years.â He clocked out, hanging up his .. apron thing idk what to call that. âYouse got anywhere tâ stay?â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
It was this guy named Yancy, or somethin'.. she met him by coincidence, asked him what prison was like since she was definitely ending up there soon. Think she's getting chased down by cops as we speak- ANYWAYS, she said he kinda spoke with the uhh.. "youse" thing and whatnot. Had a similar accent.
âOh, really? Iâse nevah really met someone with my exact accent, if Iâm honest. Both parents had different ones, so me nâ my siblins all got a weird sorta mashup..â he chuckled, shutting the cars hood.
âIâm done fâ the night. Iâd work more, I could use the pay, but theyâre cappinâ my ova time fâ the month.â He stretched.
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
Yeah, you get it.. my family was full of assholes. They hated me the second I told 'em I was dating a guy, so I ran off and did my own thing.
...Really random, but the way you talk kinda reminds me of a guy Amy told me about.
âYeah? Well, not many people have the accent I do âround here. Whaddya know âbout âem?â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
Aside from my daughter, no. Ain't no one related to me that I consider family anymore.
âAh, I get that. Some people jusâ ainât good ânuff.â He started wiring in the new battery. âI donât really talk tâ my family anymore eitha.â He shrugged âJusâ gotta do whatâs best for youse.â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
OOHHH.. so she sdopted you- okay, okay, I thought she was like- your biological mom- she talks about you so much, I thought that was the case-
âNo, no! Actually, she âadoptedâ me fairly recently.. I donât mind though! Sheâs real nice!â He smiled, before tearing out the carâs battery, heaving it over to the back counter. âYouse gots any family?â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ He paused, clearly not aware of Jack's.. situation. ]
....What do you mean by that?- Isn't Amelia alive?- Oh my god, did she die- Kiki's gonna kill us, holy shit-
âOhâ You meant her! She ainât really mâ ma, she jus kinda.. took on that role one day, Iâunno.â He shrugged âSheâs fine, donât worry. I love âer too, sheâs real sweet. Jusâ⌠not my real Ma, if that makes sense?â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
Yeah, you're right.
You know, your ma's a lucky ass lady, havin' a man like you as her son.
âIâseâs a lucky guy! Miss âer every day, yâknow.â
He looked away with a bittersweet expression. He grabbed his tool box, and opened up the hood of the Honda civic. It looked like itâd been in a crash.
âShe was my world.. Ah, but I shouldnât dwell on the past..â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
Pfft.. no wonder Kiki and that Corpsie gal are so smitten over ya, you big softie.
âWell, when youse put it that way..â he grinned bashfully, tubbing the back of his neck. âAinât nothinâ wrong with beinâ a âsoftie,â yâknow! The world could use more a them anyways..â he took his gloves off, leaving them on a counter at the back.
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ He sighed, leaning against the nearest wall. ]
I'll see what I can.. try to do eventually.
...Thanks for lettin' me get that off my chest, flower boy.
âEveryoneâs got issues they need tâ talk about sometimes! I like beinâ there, yâknow? Iâse donât wants anyone to feel alone, crazy clown murderah or other.â He slid out from under the car again, grabbing a towel to mop some sweat from his brow, and standing.
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
Well, uhh.. before the whole murderin' thing began... when we were an actual circus.. me and the Ringmaster were uhh.. we were married. But then we started the whole murderin' thing. Which I was fine with, but.. he kept insisting the kid knew about it, but.. I wasn't gonna let her know her fathers were fuckin' murderers. She should've stayed innocent in regards to that, even if she was already 13 by then. You know, the age where ya parents start lettin' you know more things. But, uhh.. couple of days ago, I tried to reason with him. Cuz, you know. Communication. It's important. But he wasn't having it. Filed for divorce and allat.. now the kid's 15 and havin' to split between livin' with me or him. I know she always struggled pickin' things like that. If she wanted to do somethin' with me or him. 'Cuz she's... she's a sweet girl. She loves both of us to hell and back, and it shatters my fuckin' heart seein' her struggle like that.
Long story short, I'm just tryin' to stay away from the Ringmaster until he's over me.
âThatâs rough.â He got on one of those little scooter things, sliding under a Honda civic in the work-garage.
âI donât blame ya. If I had a kid, I wouldnât want âem knowinâ some of these shitty things iâse done. Wasnât the smartest when I was youngest. But I think the kid has a right tâ know, considerinâ itâs yer current lifestyle. Iâunno, though.â
He slid back out from under the car, grabbing a different tool from the box, then slipping back under.
âFifteenâs old ânuff tâ know, but not old ânuff tâ make a choice like that. Swap âem. Every otha week or sum.â
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
[ He cackled, flicking him on the head. ]
Don't need nothin', just wanna get outta the circus for a bit. Me and the Ringmaster haven't been too pleased with each other the last couple of days, so..
âI see. Wanna talk about it?â [he left the closet, walking back for the work shop]
[ Masque came back again today. This time, he decided to sneak up real close behind Jack, giggling to himself. ]
- @hearts4heels
Jack was grabbing some tools from the back closetâ The kind that donât get used oftenâ for work. He was working over time, but he wasnât the only one doing so.
[ He smiled, before speaking up in a menacing tone, just to spook him a little more than he was probably going to. ]
Hey dickhead. :o)
âgGAH-â He jumped, dropping the multitool heâd been cleaning, spinning around. âAh- oh, itâs youse.. Donât scare me like that! Sheesh.. Can I help ya?â
