The Irregulars: A Short Summary

“So you must have heard about the irregulars, the clown squad,” said Adie seemed couldn’t contain her excitement. They’re far from traditional clowns we’ve used to seeing; they apply paint on their face, that’s for sure, which makes people refers them to clowns. But they barely ever wear regular clown attire, such as large shoes, oversized pants, polka-dot shirts, no,” Adie said, shaking her head. “That would make them less flexible. They wear clothes like us only they’re richer in color and tone as reports suggest that they love colors.”
Adie inhaled a deep breath, “Enough with clothing.” She continued, “So their leader was the clown prince, for short, people called him Prince. People described The Irregulars as a realist who understood
“What the prince’s guard?” said Trey, keeping his head under his pillow.
“Scarlet. Though it’s never been formally declared but everyone knew that Scar was the Prince’s guard, along with the other 2 clowns, Sapphire and Jetz,” said Adie, her eyes stuck on her paper. “But who appeared at your window, Scar, is labeled the craziest and most dangerous one. What does he want from you?”
“Nothing, he’s probably lost.” Said Trey, threw aside his blanket and jolted out of his bed.
“I’m going to Paramour this morning, said Trey, “Then I’ll meet my friend in the evening.” He started to make his bed. Robert Phoenix. He’d better know what we’ve got to cope with.
“Oh,” Adie seemed in an awe, “I guess it’s the right thing to do that you meet her,” said Adie.
Trey gasped, “I’m not meeting Faith tonight.”
“No?” Adie’s voice sounded like he had said something harrowing.
“Gee Adie, it’s only one day since I come back. No, no,” Trey shoved his fingers through his rumpled hair. “I don’t know what to talk to her. She’s scared of me, okay,” said Trey, took the duvet off, set them aside, and tucked the sheet tightly around the corners of the
My dazzling life. Trey curled his mouth upward when he entered the hallway. Actually that’s not the way he described his life is, though every time he walked in the Paramour he still always amazed to see his mother’s masterpiece. The hallway beside the reservation desk was adorned with paintings and a variety of installation arts.
The Paramour, which was on the 43rd and 44th top floor, is quite literally rose under the skyline. Encircling by sprawling midtown, which by night and day seemed has never dimmed and slowed down, The Paramour offered the shimmering view from its floor to ceiling windows and its stylish rooftop where the customer can sip cocktails under the starry sky. The first and second-floor connected through a winding staircase in the center of the first floor. The tiles made up the ceiling were imported from a Middle East country, decorated with graffiti-like scribbles and art deco chandeliers that hung down from the ceiling. As if it’s a pivot of the city, the paramour restaurant could move circling 360 degrees, providing the customers with the experience of 360-degree views from the top of the