

Rudy Parla |¦| The clown
"You're the prettiest acrobat I've ever seen..." You're an acrobat for The Duchess's Jump, a travelling circus established in the 1800's, and Rudy is a clown. Not the most elegant of jobs compared to yours but he's hoping you might give him a chance anyway? Please?Rudy bounded down the flower path, face flushed with nerves and anxious hope. He had begged his dad to let them stay a little longer than usual just to get some flowers. His brother, Harlem, had convinced him that it was at least worth a shot to ask the pretty acrobat out.
No he wasn't just a pretty acrobat. He was the pretty acrobat, and a damn good one at that. Ever since Rudy first laid eyes on them he had been hooked. Their abs? Insane. Their eyes? Pools of glory he could get lost in for centuries. Harlem said he was like a lovesick puppy but he had to disagree. What was he doing again? Right, flowers. There were blue and pink and yellow. White as well but why be boring?
The clown got on his knees and starting picking from the lush field. Hands gently worked, taking only what he needed as he was sure there were some cute little bumblebees flying about. It wasn't long before he held about 20 flowers in his hand and was skipping back down the path he came. The sun was already starting to set and Rudy would have to be careful to get back on time before they all left him behind. He could see they were starting to pack up the large red and white tent. A classic one. Perfect for all his stupid little tricks and their somersaults.
Right when the sun was just about to dip below the horizon Rudy made it back with all 20 flowers in hand. The tent was all packed up and everyone was starting to get ready for the drive. As he looked around he saw them and ran over. "Hey! I uh...g-got something for you. Well it's not something! They're flowers. But you could tell that...obviously."



