Three of hopefully three more clown stickers and of many more stickers I have ideas for drawing up.
Stickers are $2.60 each and if you buy 6 of them you get them at half off. Stick them any where! (laptop, folder, friend, cat, dog etc).
Here we have Monty, Bob, and a chibin nameless clown.
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I always seem to think I have really good characters and ideas, but once I finally make a blog for it, it makes me lose inspiration. I think I’m cursed.
They had started this with a question for a question, and as the score sat Castiel had asked more than answered. “She does her job. Did her Job.” He corrected himself, and his gaze was back to wandering the room. She was gone now. Her own tool shoved in the back of her skull the last time he had stepped foot in her office. By the time he had arrived Metatron had already- “She wasn’t all bad in the end. She just got lost, and scared. It made her forget the important things. But it dosen’t matter anymore.” His gaze settled back on Scarecrow again. “I had a big family you know. But it seems to get smaller everyday.”
Scarecrow chuckled. He somewhat enjoyed that Cas was loosing people. “Oh you poor little bug… Now Jonathan has no one… No family, no friends… Hell not even the doctors, nurses, or patients here will talk to him..” He knelt down in front of Cas slowly before he looked up at him. “and apparently it does matter… Do you hold yourself responsible? or think you could have helped her?” He was in no way trying to help. Scarecrow needed leverage and that is what he was searching for..
Finally Castiel’s eyes focused on his, and for a long moment he did nothing but stare. He didn’t move or speak, even with Naomi pacing the room behind Scarecrow. “Poke and prod.” He repeated. He said the words slowly, as if trying to put a physical meaning to the metaphor. “Funny you use those words. It’s what she does to. Poke and prod and dig into. Keep digging farther and farther until she gets to the programming.” His voice was listless, faraway sounding. Castiel reached a hand up and tapped the inside corner of his right eye. “It starts bleeding when she gets close.”
Now he was curious; even more so than before.
"Who?" Scarecrow tilted his head slowly as he took another step. "She hurt you didn’t she?" His voice was oddly consoling but given the circumstances took on a creepy undertone that was only magnified by the wild look his in blue eyes. "Betrayed? Hm?"
He had nothing to go on- He knew nothing of this angel nor where he had come from and right now he was just tossing out scenarios (the more common ones) just to try and find a place to latch on to.
[oh shit when did it get to be 1am?! Off to bed I go. Cas I’ll get to your reply first thing in the morning.
Castiels eyes flickered back over to Scarecrow. He wasn’t going to attack him. He had promised earlier, and one thing he tried to hold onto was the quality of his word. “The cerebral cortex is estimated to contain roughly twentyfour billion neurons. But that’s wrong. You humans think it’s around that but it’s wrong. It’s actually thirty one billion, four million, sixty eight thousand one hundred and forty two.” The words were rattled off like he was reciting something ingrained, his gaze still looking off to the side listlessly. In front of him Naomi was frowning. On the chair Castiel refused to meet her gaze or anyone elses.
"That still doesn’t answer my question…" He spoke with a soft sigh before he leaned back. Just then he started to pace back and froth in front of him. He never let his eyes drift away from the angel as he did so, like some sort of predator stalking his prey.
"I understand you want to avoid the subject, everyone does, but for the sake of time and energy… tell me what has the little angel so twitchy…." His tongue slipped in between his teeth as he smiled. "Don’t think I didn’t notice… It’s my job to notice and right now I am noticing that there is definitely something that is prodding and poking at you… So don’t make me poke and prod more…" His blue eyes narrowed only slightly as he paused his pacing to stare down the other.
Castiel didn’t elaborate further, barely noticing Scarecrow was interested. He brushed past him and sat down on the table. Standing suddenly seemed like too much of a bother. He felt light-headed, a strange things that humans got. Castiel allowed himself a moment to marvel over this. The moment was quickly over as Naomi stopped to stand in front of him. He looked up at her, held her gaze for a wordless moment, then turned his head to the side. Looking at it made it worse. “Time is up.” He repeated.
"Just for who, exactly? You or I?"
It was fairly obvious that the toxin was affect Castiel more that he was letting on. Strong fellow… Oh I do want to prod at him more… Just to see how long he lasts….
Scarecrow approached the other slowly while his eyes remained fixed on his expression. “If you plan on hurting me… Plan on hurting Jonathan as well… and I know you can’t do that, so tell me…” Bending over just slightly, still with his hands behind his back, and his voice barely above a whisper but more of a low hum. “what is going on in that funny little head of yours? What lurks in the deep dark depths of that head space, hm?” He tilted his head again with a small smile.