Clown Name In It Novels & Stories

she said to clinton and I frowned. “Clint?” Me and Lou both said at the same time and the fucker laughed. “Yeah, it’s my new name” Clinton said and I rolled my eyes, it was corny as hell. “Thats corny” “Thank you” I said to Lou for pointing that out. “Come on, it’s a good nick name” Lumi said coming to plaster herself on me. “Sounds like clits” Lou said still finding it difficult to believe Clinton was shortened.

“I AM TRUE.” I waited for a fuller explanation, perhaps a surname, but that seemed to be the end of the sentence. “The One True God?” asked Jenny. “TRUE,” Claire corrected her. Using a regular word as your name is annoying. It’s not cool to call your child Table just because no one else thought of it. They have, they just weren’t stupid enough to actually do it. “I AM TRUE.” It was beginning to seem like the newest member of the team was mildly retarded. Which isn’t so bad. The Hulk is, too, and he has his uses.

He had a charming smile. " I can answer this one," offered a handsome young man, looking more like a boy approaching eighteen. " We've already been introduced, Clara, in case you forgot, I'm Romeo, Calo, actually, Romeo is my nickname. Edgar, Lino has this name because... have you ever seen the movie MIB, Men In Black?

Clause Chen was surprised, he felt that this woman seemed to know everything. "Having a common enemy is an ally, isn't it? Besides, having a dog like you is worth it." "It is my honor to serve you." "Name?" "I have the number 037." "Name?" "My surname is Chen, my name is Clause. " "A very beautiful name that doesn't suit you very well, Clause Chen? But your mother must have loved you very much." "What do you mean mom?" "Isn't it more interesting for you to find it yourself? Ah, Wei takes this kid away, today's work is very messy."

, Chloe added. “I highly doubt that”, Dragomir muttered under his breath. Raisel muffled a laugh. “You said something?”, Chloe asked. “No”, Dragomir replied, “I’m Dragomir and this is…” “A fine name for a fine man…”, Chloe interrupted with a smile. Clark looked at them, he was short and fat with dark almost balding hair, “Okay people, I think we are going a little out of track here. We are currently trapped in a giant's house and they are outside in their numbers, very ta…”

I stood there at the entrance of the venue carrying Zia, but not a sign of him. I’m seriously getting worried and ZG have been asking me about the clown every five minutes and I don’t know what to tell him. My mom didn’t give me and contact information for the clown, so I decided to call her. Her phone kept on ringing but she wasn’t picking up her phone. I then felt a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around the clown wearing a bright blue and yellow outfit with red hair and red nose was behind me. “Oh. You gave me a scared there. You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that.” I said to him and he just clasped his hands together like he was asking for forgiveness.

“What’s your name again?” “Clara.” she replied softly. I looked at her more carefully, tilting my head. “Clara? You don’t really look like a Clara.” She smiled again, a small, tired but warm smile. “They call me Maiden P here. But my real name is Clara. Maiden P is just what they use for the staff.” I let out a short, bitter laugh. “Isn’t it crazy that you just told me your real name?” Clara shrugged lightly. “Every two or three years they change the staff anyway. Telling you my name doesn’t change anything in the end.”

“Just curious I guess. Like understanding how things work, why people make decisions.” “That sounds amazing.” “It’s interesting.” He glanced at me, then back at Clara. “Nice meeting you, Clara.” “You too.” He left. Clara grabbed my arm the second the door closed. “Mom. Who was that?” “Campaign intern.” “He’s so cute.” Her face was glowing. “Did you see his smile? His glasses? The way he talks like he’s actually intelligent?” “Clara…” “What’s his name?” “Theo.” “Theo.” She said it like she was tasting something sweet. “That’s such a good name. How old is he?”

Ezra shakes him and pats him on the back, after which others join in, slapping him on the back. I turn to Ezra and snort. “Did you know his name is Shawn?” “Unfortunately, yes.” “He doesn’t look like a Shawn.” “Tell me about it.” He laughs. “I still don’t know how we all started calling him Torch, but I do know we used to call him McClaren, and all of sudden…Torch was all we knew.” “How about Clay? What’s his real name?” “Oh, it’s Clayton. So technically, it’s just a shortened version of his name.”

His hand moved again, back to my face. He smiled, in a very weird way, like a fucking clown. His finger teased around my face, from my cheek to my jawline, back to my cheek, to my nose, and my lips. His finger froze on my lips, his eyes were fixed on it, slowly he lifted his gaze, and stared at me.