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Come follow me friends, into a world past hope or fear. Escape the ordinary into the glamorous shadows of the Cirque du Nexus. See the the incomparable Heinous Green lift his lovely assistants, the Mud Dogs, as pictured on the right!

On a completely unrelated note, if you stop by The Great Baron Draxum’s Three Ringed Circus, you might bump into these other fine fellows on the left. We’ve got a carnival cryer, a stilt walker, and a dunktank-man.

And a Mime!

Wait a second. *wipes off mustache*

A HEINOUSLY GREEN MIME?!

Huh... Well isn’t that a neat coincidence?

Oh and that guy in the middle? I’dunno, he looks like a nice Buddy though.

Billy always hated getting new cellmates. He always had to make sure they knew he was in charge in there and he had certainly had been there the longest. He was resting on his bed, reading, or trying to since he was dyslexic and struggled, when the cell door opened and in came another man. "Loomis. This is your new cell mate." The guard said. "Be nice to the new guy." Billy sat up and gestured around him. "Welcome to paradise." He joked with a roll of his dark eyes before he took in the other male. He was certainly attractive and Billy was dying to know what he had done to wind up there. "Names Billy." He said once the door was shut behind Bo. "I was just about to make some ramen. You want some? I know all they offer when you get here is old bologna sandwiches and they suck." He could at the very least offer his new cell mate some food before throwing him to the wolves when breakfast rolled around in the morning.

as bo was ushered roughly into the cell, he turned and let them uncuff his hands, rubbing his wrists once they were free. his gaze turned from the guard to the man in the cell and he nodded lamely as he was welcomed to paradise. how he longed to be home; as shitty as it was, it was better than this.

So the Mud Dogs! Danny, Mickey, and Leonard are jesters at Cirque du Nexus, often performing with Heinous Green, who had a strongman act of his own (sometimes, when he increases his size, he’ll even juggle Danny, Leonard, and Mickey).

But when the Mud Dogs aren’t shmoozin’ the circus, they’re out infiltrating Draxum’s circus — sabotaging things!

But in order to sneak in, the Mud Dogs must wear disguises:

Rifting off Leonard’s geta-sandals, Len poses as a stilts-walker. (Maybe he wears a Japanese ogre/tengu mask to further hide his face.)

On the occasions that Heinous Green tags along, he poses as a mime. And yes, he has the mustache. Nobody can tell the difference!

Danny poses as a carney-(rat)man— he’s very good at it too. He finds an empty game booth, he pretends to run it, etc. (“Step right up, c’mon tough guy! You look like a real sharpshooter!”)

Hey sport, think you’re the next big thing huh? Well best of luck to you kid. Being a hot shot yourself, you must have heard about... him. See right there? You already know which legendary star I’m referring to! The stuntman to end all stunts! An unparalleled acrobat, a fantastic stage magician and oh so much more- he was the best in every preforming art!

But one day... he vanished. Was it the weight of his world-wide acclaimed fame that brought the star crashing down? Or perhaps something more sinister behind the curtains? We may never know. Still, though, you’ve got to admit it’s fitting; he came out of nowhere to dazzle audiences world wide and just as suddenly as he appeared *poof* gone.

But the world will never forget him.

The one, the only, the greatest

The Lou Jitsu.

So, ya gonna buy some memorabilia or what, friendo?

Excuse me folks but would you be interested in supporting a very special section of Girl Scouts by buying a small box of brownies? They specialize in gymnastics, performance arts, and fire! 

No?

...Well you will soon if you know that’s good for you.

Billy hadnt even noticed he was watching Bo but he definitely was. He had extended his stay in Ambrose after realizing he had much more in common with the Sinclair brothers than he thought and he was free to be himself here. His dark eyes darted away from Bo briefly as he dug out a cigarette from his jeans pocket. "You're just fucking hot." He said bluntly as he lit up and a smirk pulled on his bearded lips. "Too blunt?" He asked in a almost teasing tone.

"you won't," bo answers simply, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm. "nearest cell tower's too far outta range. biggest complaint of the townsfolk yet," he smiled, tucking the rag he was using on the car into his back pocket as he stepped towards the older man.

"how far 'way's your car?" he smiles knowingly. it's the only reason anyone ever shows up in ambrose.