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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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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.