A 16 year old girl named Juliet which she hates, she's what would be called "that weird goth girl" so the whole named after the famous romantic poem isn't her style but that's what she got stuck with. She has raven black hair that covers part of her eye with dark black eye makeup, she has pale skin and striking blue eyes. She's wearing a Black Veil Brides t shirt under a fitting dark grey plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black skinny jeans with grey converse shoes on her feet.
Juliet was walking around the less populated area of the circus when she runs into s clown. Juliet froze momentarily, she wasn't afraid of clowns she just didn't like them...at all.
The clown didn't speak he just stood there watching her. "Uh excuse me" she said and proceeded to maneuver around the creep, but before she could get around him he moved to block her path, and then he moved forward "hay w-what the fuck is wrong with you?" She asked getting pissed of at this weirdo's antics. Then he placed his gloved finger to her lips, like he was trying to sush her. And then he spoke with a slithery tone "Little girls don't say-" but he was cut off by the girl "don't you touch me you freak!" She spat at him while swiping his arm away from her face. But oddly enough the clown wasn't even taken back by this he just froze with his head still facing her and his arm mid swatted away, he continued speaking as if she hadn't interrupted him in the first place: "...naughty words".
This guy, whoever he really was, was freaking her the heck out. Juliet slowly walked backwards, away from the clown, he just stood there like he did before. Perfectly still, looking right at her.
Juliet decided she had enough with this creepyness and bailed out of there as fast as she could, not that she would admit it. After clearing the circus and the parking lot she headed for her home, it wasn't too far away.