Idaho Jim
Played by: Cash Money
Game: ATTWS V: Cirque de Joie
Alignment: Third Party
Role: The Ventriloquist
Death: Lynched on Day 9
Description: Idaho Jim is The Kid's older brother, who felt compelled to come to this circus after he sensed what he thought was his brother's sudden and tragic death. He did not find his little bro, and he still is searching for his real purpose for being here. Idaho Jim's got a mean case of Tourette's Syndrome; sometimes he says curse words, sometimes he just says non-sequiturs, and sometimes he does this little thing where he shrugs his shoulders. But you can bet he'll do it all with his inimitable accent.

With his brother's death incrementally eating away at his psyche, it's awakened something that Idaho Jim had long kept repressed. He has a set of skills that perhaps no other man on earth has, and it is time to put them to use. It's his true purpose, he is sure of it. After all, what good are skills if you don't use them?

Death

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I limped to the Big BOOTY JUDY Top, blood stainin' my shirt. I felt relieved to be STAYIN ALIVE STAYIN ALIVE! But that incident at the shooting range was the least of my worries that day. The first thing I BURN NOTICED when I walked in was William and his stupid ass goggles. He seemed to have nary a scratch on him. I turned DOWN FOR WHAT my head and spit. My puppet had failed me, it seemed. As soon as my bitter disappointment FRIED CHICKEN subsided, I noticed that all eyes were on me. Specifically, the large bullet wound in my PING PONG PADDLES heart. Before I could say a CHICKEN SHIT word, half of the remaining group was already upon me, tossing me around like a ragdoll. "STOP! HAMMER TIME!" I screamed. "I'm the new psychic in FUNKY town. I predicted Keith and saved his life the other night!" "You mean the same night I was in the tarot tent?" Keith asked. It was then that a little bit of shit spattered down my pantleg. "Wh--what about DOLLAR DOLLAR BILL YALL Spenser's note? How's about an alliance?" I said earnestly. "Fuck the note." William said coldly, as he crumpled it up and threw it to the ground. "It's your blood I want. It's time to finish what I started. I want to count for something!" A few others ran forward and took turns stomping and spitting all over Spenser's note. But I didn't see ASS ASS AND TITTIES Spenser's note. All I saw was my hopes of life there on the floor, being torn to shreds. My hopes of avenging my little BO PEEP brother. "It looks like we have a winner!" Adrian smiled. "Bring him here. Prepare for the best trick yet!" A throng of people began to enclose around me. But I wasn't about to CORAL REEF IGUANA go down like that. Ma didn't raise her boys that way. I focused and did what I do best. I effortly slipped into Donald's useless ass and rose him up from the floor. He dove headlong into the mob and began to wreak havoc. It bought me just enough time to make a LUNCHABLE TOES break for it. I dashed from the Big Top and began to run for the fences. Marcus grabbed at my arm, but I used Kemper to take him down. Once you got used to this whole ASPIRIN KINDERGARTEN ventriloquism business, it really was like slipping into a pair of well-fitting jeans after a while. Finally, I neared the fence, the mob still hard at my heels. I spotted two stumpy legs hanging down from the barbed wire. It was Leroy. My PLANES TRAINS AND AUTOMOBILES ticket out of here. I lept up and grabbed onto his stumps, still slick with blood. I got half my body to the top of the fence when I felt someone yank me backwards. I held on as tight as I could to BARBEQUE MUSTARD Leroy, but his tattered corpse ripped back right along with me. I slipped into a few more puppets and landed a few MIIIKE TYSON punches. But there were too many of them. They were even more vicious now, as if I had disturbed a hornet's nest. Before long, I couldn't even slip into any more puppets anymore. Before I could gain enough focus, another punch would CHOOSY MOMS CHOOSE JIF jar me right out of it. With every blow, I could feel the light fading. "It wasn't supposed to end like this! All I want is HEE HAW HEE HAW!!! All I want is the one they call Beverly. All I want is vengeance for The Kid." The group hardly seemed to hear me. I knew it was TOASTER OVEN over. There was only one thing left I could do. I craned my arm around and pulled out my BB gun, and immediately pulled the trigger. BANG The bullet hit a small lantern, sending it crashing to the ground. "You seem to have missed." Risiska stated. "That's where you're mistaken. Idaho Jim never misses. POTATO CASSEROLE." Marcus yanked the gun away from me and shot me square between the eyes. Before the group could think to celebrate their victory, they smelled the distinct odor of kerosene in the air. They glanced over at the lantern that Idaho Jim had just shot down. A fire had begun to form. A few ran over to put it out, but quickly reconsidered as the flames quickly grew bigger and hotter. Adrian and Caleb appeared behind the remaining eighteen as the flames began to spread. "So, the fire is upon us again." Adrian nearly looked concerned. "Very well. The show goes on. The show...goes on." he said as he turned and slowly retreated.

Helene
Played by: Aries
Game: ATTWS V: Cirque de Joie
Alignment: Third Party
Role: The Accursed
Death: Lynched on Day 4
Description: Helene is a newly 40 year old woman from Belgium. Currently suffering from a midlife crisis, she decided to quit her engineering job and go on an adventure. Her favorite pastimes include maintaining her garden and testing our new types of Earl Grey tea. She is also very quick to judge people and will nitpick other's faults and insecurities to excess.

Death

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I looked over the group's shoulders at the bear pit across the ring. Another freak accident claiming the death of a quiet one, and I was a witness once more. Everyone shrugged their shoulders and looked back at moi. Ze eyes of ze group were lit with flames. "I....... I did not do zat!" "LET'S GET HER!" Zey did not believe my story. Deep in my heart, I knew no one would. I found myself thrown into ze arena, the same one that had claimed ze lives of ze little baby, ostrich, and the slow man. Things were looking dire. I was forced to climb a tall, tall ladder by ze evil clown and magician. I climbed up and up and up, the Big Top was higher than one might think. Finally, I reached ze top. I looked down at the group who were cheering and raving, calling for my head. MOI! I did nothing to these people. This was not my fault.... I was expected to walk ze length of the highest tight rope. If I do this, I will live, the clown says. As I took ze first step out onto the wire, it gave way immediately. The cord snapped and I tumbled for what felt like ages. Zis is how it would end. The curse has now come for moi. A freak accident that would go unquestioned, just like the rest. I was once again present, but I was also ze victim. Halfway to the ground, I felt my back snap as it collided with a lower tight rope. I spun off the rope and fell further, striking my throat against another wire. This one left a burn across my neck. This was how you say... uhhh... no good for moi. I landed on the sand with a thud. I try to rise up, but it was no use. My back, it was very broken. I moved my hands up to my neck and realized the wire had cut a gash across my throat. Blood was pooling beneath me as I stared up at the stars through ze hole that Corky had torn in the tent ceiling. A strange sensation came across moi. I felt.... lighter. I felt myself lift a mere centimeter off of ze ground, which went unnoticed by the crowd as they cheered with rage. My back arched slightly and I felt something leave my body. I was lowered gently back onto the sand. "Ze curse....." I said quietly to the magician and ze clown. "It has been lifted, no?" The two smiled down at me and nodded. "I'm free..." I stated as I gasped for one last breath. "......I am free." The crowd walloped and cheered as Helene perished. "Take THAT!", someone yelled out. Someone else spoke up. "Now, if only there was a way to deal with all these inactives..."