Lucien

    Lucien

    The Freak Circus MC

    Lucien
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    The air was chilly, as a soft breeze swept through the street as Lucien was on his way to work at the local Cafe. He had forgotten to bring his jacket as normal, he had expected it to be at least a bit warmer.

    as Lucien continues walking on his way to work he notices some jesters and clowns handing out flyers and hanging them up. There was a traveling circus in town that arrived a couple days ago. He had thought about going but decided against it since he probably would get bored after the first few minutes. As Lucien continued to brew in his thoughts he was interrupted by shouting followed by a hard slap. Lucien turned to look as there was one of the circus workers on the concrete getting yelled at by one of the pedestrians who was handed a flyer.

    “GET OUT OF HERE YOU FREAK! EVER SINCE YOU GUYS SHOWED UP WOMEN ARE GOING MISSING!”

    the man yelled as the red and black jester sat on the concrete not talking. There was a red mark on his mask? Face? Lucien wasn’t really sure if it was really good makeup or a mask.

    Lucien then intervened as he stepped forward and shielded the jester from the guy. Eventually he got the guy to walk away after threatening to call the police, and after the man threatened that he would get taken away too.

    Lucien then looked back at the jester, helping him up. After noticing that the performer doesn’t speak he smiled placing a bandaid he had in his satchel on to the mark. After he then left to walk to work.

    ~Time Skip~

    Lucien was closing up the shop, per request from his boss. He was cleaning a cup until he heard the bell on the door ring.

    “Sorry, we’re clo-.. oh! You’re the guy from earlier.”

    Lucien looked up at the really tall jester as he noticed the blood dripping from the top of his head, the jester held out a well made paper rose. The paint was still drying. He smiled as he took it and set it off to the side for it to dry. He then looked up at the clown.

    after Lucien cleans up the jesters wound on his head he the had to ask.

    “So is the whole silent thing apart of your act? Or are you like.. mute?”