“The Realm of your Curiosities”
“The loner, perfect, he looks healthy, should help him make the transition, what say you there sister, does this one look like a worthwhile prospect?” Argyle Atherton said to his sinister half sister, Barbelo, she peering past the corner of their tented exhibit.
“Strong is necessary, but forlorn and without a friend in the world is what works best! Look and see how he is different than most of the others, dear brother; this young fellow has excellent personal hygiene. See how he is dressed, everything neat, even to the crease in those new dress slacks he wore special, and to come to see a carnival.
If he were our choice for tonight, then hopefully when he awakes in the morning we shant' have another screamer, he appears stout of spirit, enough anyway to learn accepting what for him shall be his personal realm of curiosities! Ha…lead him inside the tent and then you leave and I shall excite and induce his first stage of change.” Barbelo said, she speaking to her wholly human brother in a harsh tone, she hated her brother for he being not the freak as was she.
Argyle stepped briskly out of the tent and stood then just to the right of where Chris stood eying the lineup of tents, the varied attractions there to lure one to feel fear or become aroused.
“Afternoon young man, looking for s cheap thrill or one that would make your hair stand one end?” Argyle asked Chris, he speaking outright and bold like, as if Chris were asking that same question, if not verbally, than likely thinking it in his mind.
“What, who me, are you talking to me, sir? Oh…ah…well I came just to do something tonight, television seems so boring, cop shows, shoot’em up, blow something up, or humiliating sit-com's that drive one to rather be here and become part of something otherwise not real.” Chris rambled, his thoughts and words wrung true, he felt bored with his life, and speaking his mind, had both Argyle and Barbelo shivering with anticipation.
“Want for seeing something different but not a naked snake charmer; then come with me, no cover charge, we only take donations, donate what you wish, whatever you want, money means nothing to those who are true to the “Art.” Argyle said, he trying urgently to beguile Chris into going with him and once he might enter the tent, sister Barbelo would begin a show the young fellow would remember the rest of his life, guaranteed!