Arthur ducked into an alleyway after murdering three men on a bus, his clown makeup bloody and bruised as he held his duffle bag in one hand, and his gun in the other. he dove into a public restroom, reeking of drugs and other smells, and places his hands on the front door, his body shaking and breathing heavily. his body started to move on it's own, and his feet slid across the floor, a slow, melancholy dance, his hands going above his head, blending with the fluorescent light.