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Post by Nikki on Dec 28, 2010 2:45:46 GMT
"You wanna be on the news?" I say with a devilish smile on my face. I wait for his approval because he gets goofy about stuff like that nowadays.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 29, 2011 3:41:32 GMT
[ ~ Timeskip ~ ]
It's been a few months. I haven't done anything worth paying attention to. The Bat's gone - and that's stumped me to no end. Harley's taken to a twisted domestic life pretty well, except for the fact that she's insisting we leave Falcone's abandoned mansion. The woman should stick to making sandwiches and letting me drag as many corpses as I want into this joint.
(OOC: I need to get back into the groove. Hahaha.)
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Post by Nikki on Jun 29, 2011 3:47:15 GMT
It's been going the same way for quite awhile here, and aside from constantly tearing at each other's throats, absolutely nothing has happened. He brings in a mess, bloody or otherwise, and I clean it up.
A lot of infomercials. Throwing knives at walls. Playing not-so-funny pranks on each other (ha ha, did you like the broken glass in your cereal this morning?!).
And even I'm ready for a change.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 29, 2011 3:56:07 GMT
A bit too quiet, I reason with myself. It's the dead of night; while the world sleeps, the darkness lives. You'd think we'd all be able to run around and have our merry parties, but no. I can't think in this quiet. I feel sick. I need things to be burning, things to be tearing themselves down and becoming just like me. And I know it won't happen - not unless it stops.
"Hit the damn button, Harley." The remote's up there, somewhere. An infomercial, we'll square with. We'll use it as inspiration, I guess. The Bat's been gone too long, and no one else knows how to play by my rules.
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Post by Nikki on Jun 29, 2011 3:58:39 GMT
"There's nothing on at this time of night, J, you know that. As much as you'd like to control the world, I think cable is pretty set in stone." I fling my arm over my face, half asleep.
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Post by boo radley on Jun 30, 2011 16:22:48 GMT
"Just turn the fucking thing on, Harley." No more arguments. Just a simple do-or-die. Not that I'm in the mood to follow up on it.
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