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Post by Nikki on Feb 19, 2009 1:39:15 GMT
[K, I did some Wiki research, but WOW is the bat-verse complicated, with a whole bunch of loose ends and plots that just trail off into nothing and several different personalities for the Joker and Harley. I'll just go with you, because you seem to be hinting at the past of the whole chemical factory pregnant wife thing, but we're doing TDK, and that's not what happened to him then  So is this Mad Love based, or kind of a free for all? And not like one could ever predict his moods, but what's your vision of the Joker like in this?] Oh God, I think, because it's late and I really don't feel like dealing with a loose band of deranged supervillains at this hour in the morning. One I can deal with right now, especially if that one is him. But I would have to be one of them to fully enjoy this havoc, and at the moment I'm sitting on the fence. Half-crazy with love, you could call it. "What's going on?" I ask him, as if it weren't obvious enough. |
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Post by boo radley on Feb 19, 2009 3:40:45 GMT
[I'm just mixing in different Joker stories. I'm not going to have him be permanently dyed any color, but basically he's confused and doesn't really know his past. He's making things up as he goes along, you know, inventing memories and stuff. lol It's whatever works out for us both but I want it to be closer to the Nolan films, you know? haha] I look at her strangely. She ought to be able to guess, she works with the madman. "Seems like Crane's come back. Scarecrow...?" I mutter questioningly. I shudder. "Eurgh." The girl screams more. I'm actually enjoying it. It's quite funny, actually. Ha ha, ha ha. |
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Post by Nikki on Feb 20, 2009 3:34:54 GMT
The girl's screams are actually grating on my nerves. Driving me just one step closer to insane.
I watch him intently, looking to him the first time of many times to come, for guidance.
If there is anything he needs I know I will tend to it. Whatever he asks of me. He is all that there is in my universe.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 20, 2009 16:16:12 GMT
I inhale the screams and exhale all forms of mind wandering and nonsense. Blah blah blah. That’s all I can feel inside me right now. Blah. I see Harley looking at me like she needs some sort of direction or something. “Inhale the screams.” She looks annoyed, now that I think about it. Whatever. Her problem. “I think they’re rather enjoyable.”
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Post by Nikki on Feb 21, 2009 1:28:51 GMT
Right now I want to do everything but listen to those horrible sounds, but since he has asked it of me, I concentrate on them- try to make them a noise associated with fun and contentment rather than the horror and annoyance they're inducing at the moment.
And sadly, I can see it a little. It is. . .it's almost funny, her fear. What a coward.
I realize the situation ties back to what he told me earlier, about people thinking they can control their world. Well, if they hadn't have counted on being safe and happy, the screaming wouldn't be happening. She'd have known anything could occur to turn that controlled little world of hers upside down.
All it takes is one bad day.
I look at the man beside me and realize that as well. Who would he be, had his wife not run out on him? I wouldn't have known him from Adam. Would we have passed on the street some day, shared a passing glance, and then moved on?
We certainly wouldn't be here now if that were the case.
I wonder idly if this is my one bad day.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 21, 2009 1:46:49 GMT
[Nice! You channeled my thoughts exactly!]
I hear the doorknob rattling. The girl's still screaming, which means... which means several things. First, Crane isn't here, ready for us. Nope. Second, No one's around. Third, there's a break-in at Arkham Asylum.
Our getaway.
Maybe.
If Harley and I are caught... well, she could always say she was searching for me. That oughta put us right back here, ready to escape once more.
Not that I care.
But it's doubtful we'll get caught. I don't know what my mistakes are but something tells me that my instincts will keep me from making those same mistakes again.
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Post by Nikki on Feb 21, 2009 2:39:54 GMT
[Thanks, I loved that thing you wrote on LJ. It's on my Xanga now, along with a sort of continuation I wrote if you wanna check it out  ] I'm glad his careful study of my thoughts has ceased, if not for a very brief moment. It seems whenever there's something mischievious going on, all of his attention strays to that. And in his life. . .well, let's just say I don't think much of his attention will be directed toward me. There's too much evil afoot to delight in a reasonably attractive wanna-be criminal nearing her mid twenties. I have a feeling I'm going to have to be even more bubbly than usual in order to hold his attention- but right now, I can't. I'm absolutely exhausted. I try to focus, try to listen to the changing sounds of confusion, to bring my vision and feelings into clarity, but it's difficult in light of the stress and zero sleep. It's easier when I think of helping him, though. It gives me a purpose. A direction. A direction. . . straight to hell. |
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Post by boo radley on Feb 22, 2009 19:46:32 GMT
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I crack my neck. Things are so strange right now. I want to break someone's bones because of all the adrenaline stocked inside of me. It feels so good. If I could have a daily supplement of adrenaline, I would. But I can't. So I'm gonna have to make my own supplement...
I look down at Harley. She's half-asleep. I shake her awake. "Look, this is our chance to leave. If they catch us, you can say you were chasing me. Or something."
As an accomplice, that would aid in so many ways.
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Post by Nikki on Feb 23, 2009 0:04:51 GMT
A shock goes through me at his touch. The chance to escape awakens me less than that little fact of his hands on my shoulders.
Suddenly my heart is pounding twenty miles an hour.
"How the hell do you plan on getting out of this cell? Unless you develop some super human strength in the next ten minutes, I don't see how a distraction is going to work when there's no opportunity."
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Post by boo radley on Feb 23, 2009 0:38:32 GMT
I shrug. "It's not that hard." I look at the cell bolt. Oh, maybe it is. "Eurgh. Don't you have keys or something?" Maybe I could kick it open, but it looks too strong. The bench might help. Nah... the bench will snap. But I had a hunch.... the doors to the area with our holding cells swing open as four or five men run in. We can hear the girl screaming and Crane yelling obscenities at who I think are other men involved with these few.
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