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He sat by the fountain of Barton. Hands tapping his knees constantly, fidgeting around by the water and looking around as if in panic. The black and white bells on the teens hat shook as he fidgeted. He needed a cigarette. But no. Floob had to quit - his work, if it could even be called that, was being a performing clown. And he couldn't perform if he always messed up due to his need for nicotine. He was determined to quit. The seventeen year old was still young - he couldn't live the rest of his life constantly wasting gold on those useless sticks. He drew one of his hands along the top of the water in the fountain, trying to forget about his urge to run and buy some cigarettes. Sighing to himself, he could only manage to mutter to himself in a calm voice,

"I can do this."

((One thing, I do believe it would just be art. We're just playing our avatars, like they're real people, not avatars, you know? ;D ))

Floob stood up from the fountain, legs shaking. He needed nicotine. But he wasn't going to give up - he walked towards the Barton Boutique and tried to forget about the need for cigarettes. Opening the door to the shop, Floob was rather surprised to see Rufus the Cat, still working the till.
"You're still here? When's Ian going to be back?" The jester asked, forwning slightly as Rufus shrugged in reply. Looking through the clothes racks, Floob picked out a new pair of white gloves and walked up to the counter. Paying for them and putting them in a bag, Floob started to walk out of Barton Boutique, still rather curious as to why Ian hadn't come back to run the shop.

Verde rolled the cigarette around in his fingers absently. He didn't actually smoke it, but the label at the store had said that all the ladies found it sexy. Whatever, it was good for looking like you knew what you were doing, especially if the rest of your attire made you look like an escaped clown...not that it was unusual at all for a Gaian to have red bouncy antennae sticking out of his head. In fact, Verde prided himself in having on of the more reserved wardrobes. Well, there was that time that his head had gone missing for a couple days, but that was about the limit of his extravagance. Quite conservative, considering that a girl with mechanical wings and some sort of giant yellow globe for a head was sitting next to him on the bench.
Verde glanced at her and stood, adjusting his top hat. It seemed his aquaintance wasn't coming today. Shrugging, he crossed the street to look into the window of Barton Boutique. Perhaps they had some new things in stock.

"You think so?" Verde turned in place, imagining the jacket on him. It might go well with his antennae and belt...Satisfied, he turned to the black and white young man, smiling. "Thank you for that, I'll have to go see how much it costs. Ehm...by the way, my name is Verde, it is a pleasure to meat you Mr...?"

Floob gave ther man a friendly smile. "You may call me Floob. As far as I know, that jacked is a nice price for how great it looks." Floob then thought back to the man's name. Verde. "Your name is odd - it doesn't sound like it's from here. Where abouts in Gaia do you live, if you do not mind me asking?"

Verde nodded, smiling. "Durem, I just recently moved actually, from--" he paused rather abruptly, turning his head at a sharp angle in order to better view the activity he had seen out of the corner of his eye. Someone, dressed for the holidays, it seemed, was running around the central fountain while giving off an eerie sound somewhat akin to laughter. That was odd.
They sat down as he watched, apparently giddy with excitement.

Flynn was sitting on the edge of the fountain, her coat folded and slung over one shoulder. She liked that coat. It had cost a pretty penny over at that rip-off boutique in Durem -- H.R. ruddy Wesley's -- but it had been worth it. It was a winter-weight coat, though, and the sun was warm. Warm enough that her gorram goggles were fogging up, she noted, pushing them back, onto the top of her head, like a headband.

She started as a red and green blur whizzed past her, giggling like a loon, before alighting upon the fountain (at three o'clock to Flynn's twelve), fidgeting.

Interesting...

The clown-nosed nutter attracted her attention again, as she suddenly asked "Who are you?" Flynn started, before realising that she was talking to the two people who had just emerged from Barton Boutique, not herself.