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Blink paced back and forth around the grounds, impatiently awaiting his next act. The promiscuous little boy was dressed rather flamboyantly in a flashy red tailcoat with gold buttons, a black bow tie and black shorts that exposed most of his skinny pale thighs. An unusual costume for a contortionist, but he could do some pretty amazing things even with the inflexible fabric in the way. He had grown rather bored in waiting to be called upon to perform, his wild blond hair flying about in the light and eerie breeze as he sashayed back and forth, skipping lightly as he went.
He stumbled across a group of young women, giggling excitedly as they went. Blink approached them at a quick pace, tipping a nonexistent hat. "Bonjour, mes cheries! You enjoy ze show?" He greeted in his lightly high pitched, lilting thick French accent. He grabbed the hand of a pretty redhead, no older then twenty, and kissed her hand in an old-fashionedly flirtatious move. The woman squealed over him and proceeded to exclaim to her friends "Oh, he's a little Frenchman! Isn't he just precious? Here, let me take a picture!" She whipped out an expensive shiny phone, posing with the little boy and lightly pinching his cheek. "Say 'fromage'!" She said giddily, snapping a few photographs and gleefully showing them to her friends. She slipped the phone back into her pocket and turned her back to talk to her friends, prompting little Blink to silently reach out and slip his hand in her pocket, snatching the expensive device and skipping away, whistling a cheerful tune to himself. He'd have to keep an eye on her. Hers was likely a shallow soul, but a sweet one nonetheless.
Blink, born Olivier Henri Richard Ciel LeFebvre (An awfully long name for such a small boy), had discovered a taste for human souls since joining the circus. A talented acrobat, he had run away to join a circus only a year or two ago and wound up with much more than he bargained for. He very much liked his fellow performers, even though some of them were put off by his disturbed behavior. Even in a twisted circus of death, too much is too much and Blink was a bit too much for some. Not only was he a manipulative little brat, he was... very forwardly flirtatious with men and women alike. There was one in particular, a colleague of his, who he had his eye on, but one didn't have to work hard to get his attention. Blink loved attention of all kinds and would do anything, quite literally anything to get it.
Even kill.
Or worse.
He stumbled across a group of young women, giggling excitedly as they went. Blink approached them at a quick pace, tipping a nonexistent hat. "Bonjour, mes cheries! You enjoy ze show?" He greeted in his lightly high pitched, lilting thick French accent. He grabbed the hand of a pretty redhead, no older then twenty, and kissed her hand in an old-fashionedly flirtatious move. The woman squealed over him and proceeded to exclaim to her friends "Oh, he's a little Frenchman! Isn't he just precious? Here, let me take a picture!" She whipped out an expensive shiny phone, posing with the little boy and lightly pinching his cheek. "Say 'fromage'!" She said giddily, snapping a few photographs and gleefully showing them to her friends. She slipped the phone back into her pocket and turned her back to talk to her friends, prompting little Blink to silently reach out and slip his hand in her pocket, snatching the expensive device and skipping away, whistling a cheerful tune to himself. He'd have to keep an eye on her. Hers was likely a shallow soul, but a sweet one nonetheless.
Blink, born Olivier Henri Richard Ciel LeFebvre (An awfully long name for such a small boy), had discovered a taste for human souls since joining the circus. A talented acrobat, he had run away to join a circus only a year or two ago and wound up with much more than he bargained for. He very much liked his fellow performers, even though some of them were put off by his disturbed behavior. Even in a twisted circus of death, too much is too much and Blink was a bit too much for some. Not only was he a manipulative little brat, he was... very forwardly flirtatious with men and women alike. There was one in particular, a colleague of his, who he had his eye on, but one didn't have to work hard to get his attention. Blink loved attention of all kinds and would do anything, quite literally anything to get it.
Even kill.
Or worse.
