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| Pat | Jan 30 2011, 12:49 AM Post #1 |
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That one guy who is awesome
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"Daddy! Look Daddy! The clowns Daddy!" "They're nothing but jester wannabes honey..." Of course she didn't understand that. She stared at the objects of her admiration while she chewed on her lower lip, thoughtful. I had no idea what made me say it, but the laughing in my head pointed out that it was indeed true. Clowns came after jesters. It was a simple fact of life. Of course though my daughter, with the attention span of a goldfish, was onto something new. I was still on the clowns though, they...Upset me. Of course not in any way that made me want to curl up into a ball and die. Just in a way that made me angry. The laughter stopped in my head, only to be replaced by a feral snarling. They took the spotlight. THEY turned something good into something that should be feared. No matter. They would soon learn that clowns have nothing on jesters. Nothing. My daughter however, was far too busy for me to explain the difference between clowns and jesters as she pulled me through the crowd. From game booth to ride. From ride to food booth. That's all carnivals were. She had no interest in going to the medieval festival down the street. She wanted to go see the colorful carnival filled with the falsities that are clowns. I hate clowns. Shaking my head I slowly realize that my daughter is pleading with me to go home. Her balloon animal popped that go figure, a clown had just given to her. He refused to blow up another one for her and was in the midst of walking away. Looking down at the pouting lip, the tears in her eyes, it was a heart breaking scene. A scene that made that quelled the inner laughter only to be replaced by a snarl. I shake my head though, this was my job to handle, not HIS I smile down at my daughter and pat her on the head as this time, I lead her over to the clown. I tap the guy roughly on the shoulder and can already smell the alcohol on his breath. Apparently this clown knows what it means to party. I can tell he's eager to get on his break. Smoke a cigar, drink some more whiskey and come back out the smiling happy representation of a "clown." "Look buddy, I already told the girl that I have no more balloons. Now scram." People are already starting to gather as I say. "Listen man. She's just a girl, can't you just grab a balloon and replace the one that broke so we can move on? I mean, I even see the pouch of balloons on your hip." The guy shoves me. I back peddle and fall to the ground and now the mask comes on. A boxer may have his gloves, his source of power, an object that makes him feel unbeatable. A clown has his face paint and a jester? He has his mask. I allow the laughter to fully envelop me. I don't hold back as I allow Loki Synn to shine through. Sure I didn't want the publicity, but it's my daughter. I laugh at the clown as I stand up and brush myself off. My daughter cowers away, looking at the clown in fear, another victim of the scary clown. "Honey, they're not something to be feared..." My daughter nods but still looks fearful as I turn my attention back to the clown. "Listen buddy. It's been a long day. Just let me go on break, I'll come back and I'll get your girl the best balloon animal she's ever seen!" I shake my head, a grim smile appearing on his lips. Now I'm the one standing back and watching the show unfold as Loki uses my voice. "It's a little late for that one, 'friend.' You do the balloon animal now and I won't hurt you." The clown didn't take that one lightly. He tries to take a swing but only stumbles forward with his fist out hoping to hit something due to the alcohol. Loki on the other hand grabs his arm and trips him, keeping hold of the arm and falling on top of the man's back. Loki twists the arm behind the clown's back as the crowd gasps. People start to take pictures and Loki keeps his face down, if he had his mask, it'd be a different story. "Alright! Alright! I'll get you a fucking balloon! Now get off of me!" Using his other arm, Loki slaps the back of the man's head. "Is that any language to use in front of children and their families? I want an apology as I'm sure every other parent does!" The clown mumbles the words but no one can hear him. "You may want to speak up for the crowd, they can't really understand garbled trash." "I'm sorry! I'll get a balloon for the girl!" Loki let's the guy up and allows me to take control again. I blush slightly as the clown glares at me, but makes another balloon animal for my daughter. The girl laughs and smiles up at me as we part the crowd and walk to the car. Together we drive back to the house where I'm sure I'll be walking into an ambush from my not so violent wife who doesn't really appreciate my hatred for clowns. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "YOU DID WHAT?" My daughter has run off to play with her dolls and unsurprisingly, my wife isn't happy that I beat up a clown. "Hun, in my defense, that thing was a drunk, on his way to get even more drunk, and refused to give our daughter a balloon animal!" "That's no excuse! Violence doesn't solve anything! That's what I thought we were trying to teach our children! Instead we have a son who can't get enough of that stupid sVo crap and now a daughter who thinks it's ok to beat up a clown!" Oh if she only knew. Loki's laughter reigns supreme in my head as I see the only option to get out of this argument alive. Live to fight another day as they say... "You're right honey. I'll make sure I go back tomorrow and apologize for my rash behavior before I head out to work. Just remember that I'll be gone on another business trip again this weekend." My wife nods. That was another discussion that the two of us had. She didn't see the point in why I was being asked to make all these business trips. I told her that I was in line for a big break at work, and this is what I had to do in order to make it to the top. She didn't like it but she understood. We need the money. I get up from my chair and kiss my wife on the cheek. She wasn't having any mouth to mouth action tonight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vintor. What kind of name is that? Two weeks ago you decided to smack me with a chair for no reason. None. At all. Zero. Zilch. Nada. I don't know much about you. I don't care to know much about you either. What I do know is that when we meet in the ring I'm going to make you regret that poor decision of yours. A magician isn't the only one with tricks up his sleeve my friend... So please, I beg you to come into Showdown ready to beat me to a bloody pulp. I beg you to try and beat me at my own game. You won't win. It won't be your week. This week, jester's are wild! |
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