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NEVER GET A MIME TALKING. HE WILL NEVER STOP. independent mime oc. THIS CHARACTER CAN NOW BE FOUND AT BITEMYHIP. THIS BLOG IS LEFT UP AS AN ARCHIVE.

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yogi is alive and can be found here to rp with!

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bloodintolerant:

The mime reclaims Levi’s distracted focus (it also helps that the seagull gang have been chased away by an incoming Labrador) once he makes a prop out of the pungent vampire’s glasses. He squints; at night, his vision rivals that of the eagle, but during the day it’s as hazy as it’s ever been.

“Not exactly,” he drawls, not caring to elaborate, then blinks, slow and thoughtful. What would ‘go do something’ entail with this creature? Would it be legal? More importantly, was there a possibility of snacks? He supposes there’s only one way to find out.

“Yeah, why not. I’m up for discoverin’ what a mime does for fun. We gonna go shoppin’ for a new beret?”

     Clutching at his own hat, black and stained with various soda syrups and beach debris, he says, “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with mine.” He returns the glasses to Levi’s face, slides them up the bridge of his nose. Then takes off his beret and fits it on Levi’s head. It’s a gift! He’s always looking for new friends and he’s glad he’s made one so willing to embrace Mime Culture.

      There’s nothing he likes talking about more than himself. Still, he has a semblance of social niceties so he pats Levi’s shoulder roughly and grins in his face with his strangely white, straight teeth. Veneers.

       “What’re you up to, huh? All alone at the boardwalk. Don’t you have FRIENDS?”

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the27percent:

   “Hm, fair enough.” They did figure that they could have easily tossed this clown off into the atmosphere. Not that they were really planning to, where they? Atieno wouldn’t really say so much about it. 

“I suppose I’ll go to your place. Although I thought you didn’t really have much of one.“

     “That is an exceedingly good point you make,” he points out, winks at them, and then takes their hand and locks their fingers together. As they walk, he skips, and leads them away, away, away, until the ground breaks from concrete to sand, until they come up in the shade of overgrown oak trees shadowing his trailer park. Walking through the gate, he waves at a girl sewing something in the yard on her beach towel. She makes a face, casts Atieno a pitying stare. He walks up the ancient wooden steps that lead to his trailer and he unlocks the door with a skeleton key.

      When he opens it, the smell billows out like a cloud. Sick and sweet. Rotting, molding cotton candy, or something of that nature. There’s a collection of old laundry thrown about the room. The home of an industrial art student. Pictures of clowns are stapled on the wall. The couch is pitted. “Home sweet home.”

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claytoncleaver:

“Jokes on you! I don’t have sex with anyone!” John says it out loud, to prove his point. It’s juvenile, but John doesn’t realize this until it’s out of his mouth. He does have sex, but he tries to avoid it at all cost.

He’s done trying to differentiate piss and necrophilia. It’s not worth the effort anymore. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter does it? Nothing I say will make you think I’m less of a creep or make you not want to piss on your loved ones. Is it?”

    Well, to be fair, he’s never had sex either. But he isn’t about to admit that! He puts his hands on his hips and mimes (HA-HA-HAAA) thinking, leveling his fist beneath his chin. Even rolls his eyes up as if to stare at a thought bubble forming over his head like a fat, white cloud.

    “No, not really. The only difference is that I just want to piss on YOU, now,” he decides, “Not to say you’re a loved one. But all this fetish talk’s really got me going, you know!”

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skymade:

   “Oooh, really mad, huh? What’cha gonna do? Peel my face off, too? With your magic peeling fingers? So stellar…” The last two words are muttered, to herself – reverent in her excitement. Regardless of his obvious perturbation, she’s excited. 

   “Aw, my dude-bro. Duddie. Dude-stacular. I didn’t think it was shit.” But his face does look really fucking stupid with only half-make-up, now. “So… what’s this? Like, half-level mad?” 

     He doesn’t like this! Doesn’t like it at all! Yogi’s cheeks bloom red but they can only be seen through his half-mask of makeup, one hot spot on his skin. He yells and throws his arm around her neck, throwing his weight over her, bending one knee, shoving his armpit in her face, his eyes wide and manic. Holding her head beneath his arm firmly, he says, “No! I’m FULL MAD, dude! I’ve HAD ENOUGH, man!”

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bloodintolerant:

Levi’s head turns so quickly his neck might as well have snapped in two. He’s like a dog who just caught sight of a nearby squirrel: his dinner-plate-sized pupils shrink into slits and fixate on the bouncing, boasting seagull near the water, who storms and snaps at his impatient brethren. A foot stands protectively on top of the snack, gifted to him personally by the Heavens above; now, throwing his head back and releasing a screech not unlike that produced by the mime, he calls upon any challengers who dare lay claim to his hard-earned, mayonnaise-coated prize (after all, he had been pecking at the ground for three whole minutes!!)

On a scale of one to ten, how improper would it be for Levi to exit this utterly riveting conversation in favour of tearing the gull into tiny, chewable pieces? He hasn’t eaten since yesterday’s supper, and cockiness makes the meat so tender… he’s starting to drool. Wonderful. 

“What’s a furry?” He asks distantly, eyes still latched onto the feathered scavenger by the sea. “You should all start an uprising. You got a point, ya know. Mimes are so… agile. And sneaky. If you were to start shit with Bozo and his guys, they wouldn’t have anything on you. Then you can take back your throne.” 

Although, one has to admit that they aren’t exactly birthday party material—and what other use is there for such a low-brow entertainer? 

    That’s a GOOD kid, you know? One who sees mimes as they are--not some fake-clown shit, but the original spies of silence. He could totally take a big old clown. Totally. Maybe. His bones are frail and he might get crushed. Clowns are unpredictable. Dangerous when they wanna be. Why else would there be all those mottled Halloween masks of their faces, sharp-toothed and eyeless? So many midnight hits about Krazy Killer Klowns.

    But this kid can see through those mock-up Hollywood lies with those X-Ray Specs of his! He leans forward and plucks his glasses off his face, slides them up his own nose, and blinks through his newfound bleary vision.

     “You got it right, dude, you totally do. I bet you’re the type of kid who makes all A’s in school and shit,” he nods at his own conclusion, hops onto his legs and scratches at a striped-sock covered thigh. “Want to go do something.”

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claytoncleaver:

“I’m not a necrophiliac! I was saying If you want to be disgusting why not be extremely disgusting?” He’s clearly not getting his point across, but instead of giving up he keeps on with it. “Go big or go home right? And I told you: I don’t think any fetishes are good.”

    “If you think death is equally as disgusting as peeing, you’re weird. I piss four times a day, probably, but I don’t cause people to die four times a day!” He puts his hands on his hips, feeling very sound in this argument. He stares at John and says, “No fetishes? You must be one of those vanilla people. I bet you only have sex with women!”

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the27percent:

   “To where one get to the clouds. I wanted to show you how I get there without the prying eyes of other people. But if you don’t want to go, that’s fine as well. I can understand how you wouldn’t believe me.” It’s only rational that he seems to be cautious, humans were trained to be as much - which sometimes worked in their favor. 

“Just thought you wanted proof for yourself. But maybe you were just being facetious as some are.“

    He looks heavenward, at the mottled grey sky of thick clouds, blocking out the sun, the stratosphere too full for him to break through and lay on. Cold rainwater dollops his face, making his makeup run. “Well, I don’t know what the word facetious means, but I’m not jokin’... I just don’t want to be, you know, thrown off the end of the world. I gotta trust you first. We should learn to trust each other! Want to come to my place?”

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mombath:

    “No salaries?” For once, Dandy actually listened to what someone had to say. He was in awe of the mime and he would be damned if the scrawny boy wasn’t coming home with him. “How ever do you live with the money people throw in your hat?” shaking his head, he linked his arm in with his and refused to let go, “You’ll be my mime, my entertainer.” 

    He leads him towards the end of the boardwalk, trying to pull him away from the crowds and towards his car, “I’ll pay you three hundred dollars a fortnight and i’ll give you a room to stay and food for that tummy,” with his free hand he pats Yogi’s flat stomach, “you’re fading to nothing, let me nurse you and when you’re better, you’ll entertain me. I refuse to take no for an answer, my car is at the bottom of the street, you’ll need no belongings, i’ll buy you new things, new shiny things!”  

     “Three hundred bucks every two weeks?!” he blinks rapidly. Although his work is sporadic and the money he makes is dependent on the holiday/weather, he can make more cash than that on a sunny Saturday! “What a rip-off!”

     The giggling of the mime’s voice, the sparkling-water bubble of it, dissipates into the wheedling whine of a child. “You’re gonna have to pay me more than that if you wanna keep me cooped up and treated like some lapdog, fella! I’ve got--uh... aut--...” He searches his pebble-sized brain for the right word, “Autonomy, see? I’m not a bird in a cage!”

     A Smashing Pumpkins song plays in his head. “And I don’t appreciate your comments on my weight. I’m doing just fine, thank you very much!”

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carolinecrybabyjackson:

Well: of course he was a knife thrower. A smart one, at that. Not that she had any reason to expect… well, anything particular…

“Uhm–” really, since nothing so far even caused this mime to bat an eye: Caroline was almost ceasing to feel shock towards any of the rather relevant information he’d further relayed. “Excuuuuuuse me but: Where the Hell do you work, Pal?”

She wanted to be sure to never go there.

Further, though, the predicament he faced was beginning to receive more sincere consideration- “O’ course I believe in ya…” and she knew she didn’t want him thinking otherwise. The only way for her to logically deal with this any longer would be to simply take it at face value. “But Honey, those college types are patient, too– I’d be poor practice, and ya don’t wanna risk a funny filet’in’ cause I didn’t wanna hurt ya…” (some part of her still held out hope she’d be tough enough to ‘win’- especially after his little strength display earlier) so she went to wagging her head sadly to and fro.

     “I work on the Sunrise Boardwalk. You know, the one with the fairs and circulating carnivals. I guess you couldn’t call street performance work if you’re one of those 9-5 job shills, but HEY, I’ll call it whatever I want! I make money off of it!”

     As evidenced by his dinner of a tin of sardines, now disposed of on the ground. He suddenly runs across the parking lot, faces her from a distance, and spreads his legs in a fighting stance, hunching forward a bit with his arms up. Like a cat poised to pounce.

     “No more talk!”

     He is not a college type, not a smart, slick thought-man, and when she says she doesn’t want to hurt him, he takes that as a challenge. Now the girl has an anemic, ninety-three-pound mime running at her as fast he can, throwing his arms out around her waist and tackling her to the pavement--or attempting to. His weight might be so little that he can’t throw her off.

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blindtoten:

“ Good , i was hoping you’d say that . “ Having random people over was something that rarely happened, He thought of Yogi as a friend however, someone who he seemed to click with– and that made him S O lucky . Not many people got to lounge in a room so crisp and cool , with a perfect bathroom to snort as many lines as they wanted off the sink . A daily routine for the German man , and now Yogi was a part of it for the night. He looks at the Mime, giving him a look as he held back more laughter. It’s a good idea to be cautious , he’d admit. A free hand digs in his pocket to yank out some Car keys, letting them jingle and almost slip through between his fingers. Drunk and tired never stopped him from driving .  “ Why would i kill a perfectly good mime like you ? Don’t be so scared . Learn to use a gun , then your little fucking twink ass will be the SCARY little fucking twink – You every thought about it that way ? “

    Yogi doesn’t know his new friend is drunk, nor tired, but Yogi has never been behind the wheel of a car and it isn’t often he’s ever in one at all. Yogi has a shortage on both driving and friends, so he gets in the car and hits his head on the threshold. He forgets that you usually have to duck to enter a car. Anyway, it’s better that this drunk German is driving than an inexperienced mime. 

     Neither is optimal, though.

     Seating himself and cradling his smacked head in his hands, he forgets his seatbelt, and then pulls his head out of his hands and says, with a huge, cat-like yawn, “I don’t know how to get a gun, and they wouldn’t give one to me anyway, cause you gotta be mentally fit or something, and I’ve got some sort of syndrome, or something. They told me in fifth grade, so, you know...”

      Pressing his nose to the window, he peers outside at the misty, grey morning, and he says, “You know, I don’t think I’d get much work today anyway. No one’s coming outside to the boardwalk on a day like today. We should go back, instead. You’re right! I bet you’re right about a lot of things.”

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since it’s so hard to find pics of fad g/adget to icon i’m thinking of changing my fc to peter mur/phy? but he’s also obscure lol