#tdcrp

[heavenly-songbird]

What the hell, I want to make a Painted Doll account now...

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Bored Mun and Muse...

Mun: I feel bad...poor Hobo Clown. He doesn't have anyone to talk to.. Muse: *nods and gives a dramatic frown, wiping away a fake tear from his eyes* Mun: Oh my god, you big baby. *nudges him with her arm* Muse: *smirks and rests his head on her shoulder, giving her a cheesy, wide-eyed smile* Mun: Good lord... *rolls eyes*

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(( I know there are a lot of Hobo Clown fans out there...I just wish I could entertain them an RP with them and make them fangirl and be happy. Im open for like, ANY ship, canon and OC. OC's are my babies and I love 'em. ;3; ))

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OPEN RP (if anyone still does these)

Under the eternal blackened night sky of the carnival, away from the games and laughter, away from all the drunk and hellbent carnies…the soft sound of a harmonica played. It seemed to play the age old ‘Off To Hell We Go’ tune, but at a slower and softer pace. It really didn’t draw much attention, being far away from all the others and all, but if one were to follow the tune, it would draw them back to end of the carnival. Far, far away from all the excitement.

Playing the harmonica of course, was none other than the unofficial custodian of the carnival’s ranks; Hobo Clown. He sat on the steps of a makeup trailer, one foot on the creeking steps, the other gently tapping the ground to keep rhythm. He was slightly hunched over, his paint-white lips brushing against the plastic and metal instrument in his hands. His eyes were closed as he played, gently moving his head to play without giving a single damn about the rest of the world.

[dexthedemon]

OOC: Up for threads.

Sorry everyone, work and being an overall human has had me kinda busy lately. If you want to start a thread feel free. Just tag dexthedemon and send me a link and I’ll reply the moment I have spare time.