This man Jimbo is not my character, but his personality is. All I'm borrowing is the name, since the movie didn't really elaborate much. Margaret, the tall man and Harold also are not mine, but anyone else in here is. So no stealing or I'll sic the Jackal on you!
Margaret walked boldly past the hay strewn fair grounds and the rides, and right on to the enormous, yellow and white circus tent. The grounds were dark and very foreboding, and she didn't like it much, but she supposed she would have to get used to it, and fast.
She saw the trailers up ahead, marked with pictures of clowns and freaks, and she rapped smartly on the door of the first car, thinking it would be the circus owner's.
"What! If it's about that bloody pigeon again, then shoot the blasted thing, I don't give a damn how hard it was to train—"
A man threw open the door and he stopped in mid-sentence when he thought he saw no one there. Then Margaret cleared her throat and the man looked down and saw her. He raised his rather prominent eyebrows in surprise and stared at her a moment.
"And what can I do for you, little girl? I'm rather busy at the moment, you see." He said.
Margaret smiled sweetly and said "I can see that. I'm looking for the owner of the show."
"You found him. May I ask what this is about, Miss-?"
"Shelburne. My name is Margaret Shelburne. And I want to join your show." She replied.
The man stared at her a moment, then stroked his bushy sideburns thoughtfully, thinking. She looked like a child, yet she talked like an adult. She may be an asset to his show, most particularly his freak show. Yes, she would make a perfect pair, the bearded woman, the Siamese twins, the fat woman and the tall man. She could be called…
The Dwarfette.
Jimbo smiled and invited her inside, and that sealed poor Margaret's fate. She was in Jimbo's ring now, and by damn it, she had better just behave, or else.
Jimbo smiled again as he offered her a seat, and she took it. The place was cluttered. A vanity table took up one corner of the room, papers, flyers, leaflets and photos took up one end table near a small couch in another corner. It looked like a comfortabke life, all right. And she thought Jimbo was a little odd, but then, look what the man did for a living. How bad could it be?