Somewhere On The Streets, Tuesday Morning
Valentine was a juggler. This much was not a secret, of course.
That he had found himself a juggling partner a while back might not have been common knowledge.
That they were both insane enough to attempt to coordinate an act together was probably a given.
That they were going to attempt to juggle chunks of wood wrapped in flaming, gasoline-soaked rags?
...
Well, that was something that might have to be seen to be believed.
[[OOC: Open to anyone who dares to gawk! First thread locked to Valentine and his juggling partner, please!]]
That he had found himself a juggling partner a while back might not have been common knowledge.
That they were both insane enough to attempt to coordinate an act together was probably a given.
That they were going to attempt to juggle chunks of wood wrapped in flaming, gasoline-soaked rags?
...
Well, that was something that might have to be seen to be believed.
[[OOC: Open to anyone who dares to gawk! First thread locked to Valentine and his juggling partner, please!]]