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Post by Nikki on Feb 23, 2009 1:06:34 GMT
"The guard took the keys when he left. Leaving me to the dogs, I guess," I smirk slightly at him.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 23, 2009 1:19:51 GMT
SHIT. Why? - "YOU WORK HERE!" I bellowed. I begin punching the wall until my hand starts bleeding. I still keep punching it. I want to get out so badly for some reason, right now. The men notice me punching the wall. A couple of them stop. I still keep driving my fist into the wall like a madman. I notice that the rest of the men are letting a couple of people out from the other cells. I run to the front of my cell and begin shaking the bars. Harley looks terrified. I calm down and begin to breathe, trying to calm down. "It felt so good," I hear myself say. Adrenaline. "Adrenaline." I repeat out loud. I'm almost about to slump from the sudden loss of energy when I realize that the two men who stopped earlier are standing in front of my cell. "Harley, it's up to you now." I slump.
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Post by Nikki on Feb 23, 2009 1:47:41 GMT
I'd rather comfort him now, but he's told me to do something. I couldn't ever refuse him.
All I do is watch these men with pleading, soulful eyes full of innocence. These eyes have gotten me so many things I've wanted in the past. Surely it will work now.
"Please?" I ask in a cute voice.
I can be anything for him. I can be smart, I can be wrathful, I can be fun, and, as of right now, I can be devilishly intriguing.
I can work anything to my-to his- advantage.
Both men are steady staring at me with wide eyes. "Sooner, rather than later?" I notice the key ring hanging idly from one of their hands, and wonder if the guard had made it home alright.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 23, 2009 2:25:20 GMT
The men look at each other. Then one of them brings the keys to the door. I grin at Harley. The cage has been opened.
I grab Harley's hand with the hand that isn't bleeding and pull her out with me. The man with the keys holds a gun to me. "Oh, what now?" He's Asian. What can I say? I punch him, take the gun, and shoot him. Then, before the other guy can get to me, I shoot him as well. I feel fresh.
As we leave the area, I see Falcone sitting alone in his cell. I spit at his feet and leave.
Now we're in the chamber where we could hear "Miss Dawes" or whatever her name is screaming, and Dr. Crane freaking out. But they were no where to be seen.
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Post by Nikki on Feb 23, 2009 2:41:26 GMT
A win, I think, beaming. He's sure put a smile on *my* face tonight.
"You're the fucking greatest, Mr. J."
And I mean it. He's given life a meaning.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 23, 2009 17:54:03 GMT
"I know."
Because I am. I have to be. If I'm not the greatest, then what am I?
I begin laughing like a maniac. I'm so thrilled.... "Time to go."
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Post by Nikki on Feb 23, 2009 22:48:47 GMT
Suddenly I just start laughing along with him. Laughing and laughing till there's tears in my eyes again, but there's no joke. There's nothing to laugh at.
I keep laughing all the way out the door, through the whole walk, until we're standing on Gotham's dark city streets together.
And then somewhere in the mix I start crying again, quietly turning my face away. He'll certainly notice, but the thing is I don't think he'll care. He doesn't really care about anything. . .
the thought trails off as I see his hand is still in mine.
Well, if he does care, he's weird about showing it. So I doubt it will seem like it.
I'm so messed up inside.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 24, 2009 17:41:29 GMT
The fact that she’s laughing at nothing makes me laugh harder. This world is a joke.
Arkham was a dead lock. There were a few others who managed to escape with us, but the rest were locked in.,, ha, ha, ha. Losers. I stand quietly. “Let’s go to Falcone’s.” Me looking more identifiable in an orange jumpsuit as something other than the Joker is not what I want. Maybe after that… I can begin my work and show Gotham how I truly own it. Ha, ha.
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Post by Nikki on Feb 24, 2009 23:34:00 GMT
I'm quite excited to see our new "home", although I have a feeling nights and nights on these wet sidewalks would become more of a home than the abandoned mansion on Avenue X at Cicero.
For once I don't mind someone else being in charge. Over the years it's seemed as though I've been surrounded by fools, easily manipulated with a pretty glance or an amateur trick. It is so. . .refreshing to finally see a man amidst the boys of Gotham, albeit a very hurt man. When the adrenaline rush he is having wears off, he's going to have one hell of a time not screaming in pain.
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Post by boo radley on Feb 26, 2009 0:59:29 GMT
I can't remember the streets well.
I'd like to think I'm a little lazy to.
But they're still streets. Streets filled with toy cars... like races! You get annoyed with your opponent, you throw his car off the track and watch him cry.
I take the gun that I stole from the Asian freak in there. And shoot a couple of the cars that stood in the way. Oh that surge of Adrenaline feels so...good. I feel so powerful, yet so loose and so, so... in the air! Harley freaks out as I feel the wave of energy pass over me.
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