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sirenspull_logs2012-03-18 07:04 pm
ace_of_knaves) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-18 07:04 pm
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Who: The Joker and Re-l
When: Early evening (before Sirens)
Where: Industrial Sector
Summary: Re-l finds a madman who is steadily growing madder...
Warnings: Violence/Joker
The old mirrors in the abandoned apartment were smashed. He'd done it with his own bare knuckles, trying to destroy that ghoulish, grinning creature that had been sneering at him from the glass. A creature that was at once alien and familiar.
Now he lay on his back on the moth-eaten old couch, staring at the toxic blood that flowed down his chalk white hands. He felt no pain, only vague interest and a troublesome sense of detachment, as if the hands were not his own. Between his ears, two lifetimes worth of memories crashed together, now running parallel, now intertwining. He could not tell where one ended and the other began.
The old comedian folded his hands over his eyes and screamed into the dusty rafters.
This is it, old man, you're really coming apart now. You're losing your mind an inch at a time.
When: Early evening (before Sirens)
Where: Industrial Sector
Summary: Re-l finds a madman who is steadily growing madder...
Warnings: Violence/Joker
The old mirrors in the abandoned apartment were smashed. He'd done it with his own bare knuckles, trying to destroy that ghoulish, grinning creature that had been sneering at him from the glass. A creature that was at once alien and familiar.
Now he lay on his back on the moth-eaten old couch, staring at the toxic blood that flowed down his chalk white hands. He felt no pain, only vague interest and a troublesome sense of detachment, as if the hands were not his own. Between his ears, two lifetimes worth of memories crashed together, now running parallel, now intertwining. He could not tell where one ended and the other began.
The old comedian folded his hands over his eyes and screamed into the dusty rafters.
This is it, old man, you're really coming apart now. You're losing your mind an inch at a time.
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It didn't help. Instead, it put her right at the proper angle for him to nearly through her through the glass. She shouted in alarm, hands going out to grab at the side of the window opening. It did little to actually shield her from the glass and she only succeeded in cutting her hands, but she did manage to grab hold of the ledge before she completely fell.
She cursed loudly at the glass in her palm. "Goddamn you, Joker!" she shouted, trying to pull herself back up.
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"Sorry, sweetie, Daddy's got a lot to do!"
He kicked out with one long, powerful leg, driving his Cuban heel into her knuckles. With each strike that name echoed around in the dusty corners of his fevered brain.
Batman
Batman!
Batman!
Batman was the key to solving his problem, he was sure of it. He had to find Batman.
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Instincts took over. She twisted in the air, not unlike a cat, in an effort to land on something better than her back or her head. She succeeded, landing on her feet--
And immediately lost her footing, falling backwards, her back and head striking the pavement. It could have been worse, of course, but it was enough to stun her and send the world on its axis, spots flying in front of her eyes. Pain shot up her body. Shit--!
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He was thinking of the Batman. Something, something deep and almost animalistic, gnawed at his mind.
Yes! Find him. The Bat!
The Clown Prince-or maybe it was a struggling comedian-or maybe a circus ringleader-or an astronaut-pulled away from the window and vanished into the shadows of the old apartment. He left on his quest without leaving his usual taunt hanging in the air.