Welcome home, ladies and gentlemen! You're in for a treat.

[demonicpenumbra]

Time: Day
Location: Anywhere in the city; though for new arrivals dropping in, it'll be somewhere near the frozen yogurt stand because life mocks you at every turn

Congratulations, young man/woman/abominable creature! Your day --and your life!-- is about to become much more entertaining, for you have been chosen at random by none other than the

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[clownbossgonko]

From a cluttered alleyway, a clown was watching. Gonko had arrived just moments ago and upon finding himself in the middle of the street in broad daylight, quickly dove into the nearest alley and hoped that nobody had seen him. Once out of sight, he'd immediately wanted to smash something, kick something, kill something, scream out obscenities. The rage was uncontainable yet he somehow managed to keep from erupting into a scene of catastrophic fury.

Now he could hear someone shouting for help but Gonko remained hidden, barely moving. Carefully, he peered out from behind a dumpster and piles of old furniture someone had dumped and left to rot. Out on the street he saw some crazy tart running around like she was being pursued by an invisible Ripper and nobody seemed to care. Then he lost sight of her. No one else came by.

The only thing on Gonko's mind right now was how in hell had he gotten here, but more importantly WHO in hell was behind this. Whoever that someone happened to be, they were going to be one sorry motherfucker. Gonko's fists tightened, his teeth ground together, entire body shaking with anger. One very sorry motherfucker. Was it George? He would punt that little shit right in the face. Or was it that scag Shalice? He'd skin her alive and broil her!

That's when the rage had to come out or else he'd go off like an atom bomb. Gonko reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a lead pipe. The first to feel his wrath would be the battered sofa. Then, everything else.

[petulant_clown]

"Goooooshyyyyy!"

The voice, coming from a near-by alley, was loud, and very, very whiny. It continued it's odd call once more, then once more again, before falling silent briefly.

And then it started again.

"Gooooshyyy! Goshy, where are ya? Why'd ya hafta go and leave, Goshy? Why'd ya hafta? I don't like it, Goshy, I don't like it! Goshy! C'mon, Goshy, you shouldn't'a oughtn't'a run off like his Goshy! It's not funny! Gonko's gonna be real mad, Goshy, he's gonna be real mad, so we gotta oughta get back now, Goshy, now! Goooooshyyyy!"

He could go on like this all day.

[clownbossgonko]

A crate of used liquor bottles exploded under the force of the pipe, colored shards flying everywhere like confetti. Gonko stood in the midst of the broken down trash heap and brought a boot down hard over the crate. What was left of it splintered and cracked into broken boards. Now that the air was clear of racket, he could hear a familiar whiny mantra threading its way through the alley.

"Doops?" He stood with the pipe dangling from one hand at his side, ears perked. For the moment his rage was suddenly swept aside. The unmistakable rambling went on and on.

Following the sound Gonko stumbled out of the wreckage, glass and loose gravel crunching underfoot. He peered out from one end of the alley, looked back and forth, saw no one else around, then shouted in a commanding voice, "DOOPS! Where are ya?"

[petulant_clown]

"Goooosssshyyy-"

The whining call was suddenly cut short, as Doopy halted mid-step, one foot raised. He cocked his head to one side, before his eyes widened as he recognized the voice.

"Boss! I'm over here! I shoulda oughta be where you are, I shoulda oughta!" There was a loud crash as Doopy barreled his way past a trash can with stumbling steps. "I'm comin' over there real soon, boss, right now! I'm comin' over right now! Hey, Gonko, remember when I told you I was comin' over there, remember? Huh?"

[clownbossgonko]

Gonko had ventured toward where the voice was coming from and had to take a leap back to keep from getting barreled over. He grabbed Doopy by the collar to slow him down. If two of them were dumped here, it could mean the rest of the clown division was also here.

"Yeah yeah, and I ain't ever been happier to see you," Gonko was saying once he was sure he had Doopy's attention. "Now listen, Doops, no bullshit. We got fucked good this time. Real good." He was struggling again to keep his rage in check and spat. "What I got to know is this: have you seen anyone else around here that we know? Ruf or Winston, JJ, stray carnie, any of the acrofucks? You see any single one of them, you're gonna let me know, got it."