The Joker
...ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?
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Post by The Joker on Apr 1, 2015 4:21:39 GMT -5
Joker woke up in his cell, his shoulder was bandaged and he always found funny that they had to save him even though he was a serial killer, even though he was a threat to the society, but the clown just tried to bring a smile to everyone. Good people died for unfair diseases and instead Joker was still there, his body strong enough to fight an acid bath.
Joker moved his gaze on the big glass window, the showcase and he was the showman. He wasn't wearing a straightjacket because he wasn't in the isolation room, apparently the docs wanted to talk to him they couldn't do it if he was in insolation. Talk about what? The murders he did just...how much time has passed? Joker looked down at his arms and saw a little red circle, they had sedated him.
Joker sighed rubbing his face and laid his white forehead on the glass. He was feeling like a doll in a shop, exhibited to the clients in the corrodor. Clients with white coats. The corridor was dark and deserted and there weren't so many other cells so he had to be in the restricted area, maybe there wasn't even anyone in the other cells.
His crazy and funny carousel was already thinking to a way out because he had stuff to do, people to meet and a seeking for revenge in act. The Prince was going to dethrone the King. The Joker, still standing with the forehead against the window, closed his eyes, but suddenly an alarm started so he opened his green eyes looking around trying to understand what was happening. A smiled showed up on his face: he wanted to escape and his wish came true.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2015 9:08:12 GMT -5
Around five miles away from the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane we see an abandoned apartment building – parked outside is a large bus with caged off windows, but the real ruckus seems to be coming from inside of the building. Laughter, loud yelling and movement – to anyone passing by, they may suspect there’s some kind of squatter party going on within. The scene switches to the interior, where a large group of around a dozen henchmen dressed as clowns can be seen gathered around a table. In the center of the group right next to the table stands the clown princess of crime – Harley Quinn.
“Alright, boys! We have a plan; let’s go through it one more time!” Harley says enthusiastically, turning to one of the less crazy looking clowns next to her. “You! Step one, what is it?”
“We use the straight-jackets and get into the back of the bus, and get the guy we busted up to drive us inside.”
“Great! Least I know some of ya are listenin’!” Harley turns to her other side, looking to another one of the clowns. “And you! When we’re inside, what do we do?”
“We…uh…did we go over this?”
“Listen bozo, ya gotta listen or this whole plan will never work! Do I gotta repeat this part!?” Looking around, as if searching for some kind of answer, she notices the silence and lets out a loud, frustrated groan. She slides her hand inside the pocket of her costume, tugging out a small card. “Ya see this? This is an ID card! It’s used to open doors and stuff inside the loony bin…this ain’t the only plan I have, because they mighta changed the locks since I got outta there!”
“What if they changed the locks, Miss Quinn?”
“Shaddap, I was gettin’ to that!” Slipping the card back into her pocket, she folds her arms across her chest. “There’s some ventilation systems that I could slip into, that’s the riskiest of the plans ‘cause I’d be goin’ in myself to bust out my puddin’.”
“And plan C…?” one of the clowns speaks up from the back.
“Plan C is…kinda nuts, honestly!” She lets out a small, maniacal giggle, covering her mouth and clearing her throat a little bit. “I believe our good friend mistah hammer can tell us what Plan C is!” Harley turns around, a few of the clowns moving aside to reveal a large, hulking clown with a missing arm, holding a gigantic mallet over his shoulder using his single hand, he tilts his head with a rather intimidating posture. “We hurt them all!”
“That’s right! If the other two plans fail, we just gotta get Mistah J out by force!”
“Are you nuts!? That’ll never work!”
“Who asked you, anyways? I’m the boss around here until Mistah J gets busted out! Ya got a problem with the plan then this trip to Arkham will be one-way for you, bucko! Don’t question my ideas!”
“Is there a fourth plan…?” One clown nervously asks out, which causes Harley to give a nod of her head. “The fourth plan is pretty crazy, too!” Quickly spinning around to face the table to move her arm out and place the tip of her index finger on part of the interior map of Arkham that sits spread out across the table. “This is the security room! Mistah hammer over here could use some brute force to get us in…in there, there’s gonna be a guard, maybe two! They’ll have some kinda key or card that opens just about any cell in the place…but we can’t just go ‘round pressin’ random buttons until we get his cell open…but there is one button that’ll help us out a lot!”
“You’ve seen this button…?”
“Oh yeah! I saw it when I worked there! It opens every cell in his block…there’s like five rooms like this with these kinda buttons, but we only need the one for this to work! The moment those doors all open up, these guys are gonna go nuts and start goin’ all over the place to try to find a way out! In other words…” A sinister grin spreads across the painted lips of Harley as she pauses. “There’s gonna be a huge riot!”
“Uh...is there a reason you didn’t bring up this plan first, Miss Quinn? Seems like it’s the best one…”
“I don’t want puddin’ to get hurt in the crazy riot, ya dummy! It might be the best plan, but it ain’t the safest for the guy we’re settin’ out to rescue!” Sighing as she looks down at the map, her lips curl into a small frown. “But yer right! It’s the best one! But we still haf’ta get in the same way! I’ll try the card, but I doubt it’ll work! If it doesn’t, I’ll just snatch one from one of the guards when I go through the vents…we’ll see how it all goes!”
“So, ya all got all that?”
All the men start cheering and yelling in approval as Harley makes her way across the empty apartment, approaching someone who is seated in the corner, ropes wrapped around his body and duct tape covering his mouth and sealing it shut, a terrified expression on his face with his eyes widened. Harley reaches behind her, grabbing the handle of her handgun, unsheathing it from its holster as she presses it against his head. “How 'bout you? Ya get all that? You better not screw us around, got it!?” he nods his head frantically, completely in fear. “Good! We won’t have to kill ya, then!”
“Now…let’s get on the straight-jackets…and don’t put ‘em on properly, we gotta get outta them once we’re inside!” The men spread out, everyone in the building pulling the jackets up over their heads as they prepare to begin the grand plan to break out Joker.
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The Joker
...ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?
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Registered On: Sept 25, 2014 7:52:20 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 185
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~ Partner: Harley Quinn
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Post by The Joker on May 12, 2015 6:42:44 GMT -5
The Joker was sitting in a corner, but he wasn't sad or bored, just daydreaming, he didn't even look up when two doctors came to visit him observing him through the glass. Joker was hearing their docty voices speaking about his favourite subject, himself, but then suddenly stopped when they received a call. They went away, a serious and worried expression on their faces, an interrogative look threw at him. Joker looked up seeing them leaving and a smile showed up on his pale face.
Joker stood up with his hands folded behind him, ready to go. Oh, this was going to be fun! He knew that Harley wouldn't have left him alone, here. He thought for the nth-time that keeping her was still one of his wiser choices. In fact, finding a Moran was rare. Even Batsy couldn't say that he found trustful people because most of them left him for a reason or another. Oh, right, Batsy...they will meet tonight! He won't miss this for sure! The Joker's grin went wider. Escaping and hurting Batsy all in one night. And the cop, let's not forget about the cop. Happy fun times!
The docs saw a bunch of orange people, that was how they called them, entering in the Asylum "Why Blackgate sent them here?" they were asking each other "I'll call them, they must have an explanation..."" one of the doc went inside a little room with a guard and a phone inside, the other doc kept watching the orange people while the other was calling. The guards started the procedures and the doc sighed, it was his turn in a moment. The guards were frowning because they couldn't find the incarceration papers of these people. The other doc returned "They are not supposed to be here! the guard in the small room was warning the other guards inspecting the orange people. Something was wrong.
The guards aimed their guns on the new entries, but maybe it was too late by now. Meanwhile the Joker was whistiling happily "Children have you ever met the Boogeyman before?" he started singing and laughing. He knew that something was happening because some guards were overseing him and overseing patients at gunpoint was a procedure in emergency scenarios. And their expressions changed when he started to sing looking at them. Something was happening just some time after he ended up here. Joker knew that his Harl was here. He wished it.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2015 14:28:28 GMT -5
The plan actually worked, Harley couldn’t believe it. It was so easy…maybe a little too easy. Regardless, this may be a lesson to Arkham staff to raise the number of security guards in the place to make sure something like this doesn’t happen again. Harley and the gang had already tore off their straight-jackets, knocked out the bus driver and managed to make their way to the security room, which was conveniently unlocked. The large one-armed clown that Harley liked to call “Mister Hammer” had the security guard raised up off of the ground with his single hand while Harley’s hands drifted across the buttons.
“I thiiiiiiink it’s this one!” Harley says as she firmly plants her index finger down onto the button she had her eyes on…however, that wasn’t the right one, which they all found out pretty quickly as the alarm started loudly blasting. “Whoopsie, wrong one!”
“God damn it…find the right one! We’re not gonna have much time, Miss Quinn!” one of the clowns yell out in a panicky voice, aiming his assault rifle at the security door.
“If it wasn’t that one, then it’s gotta be this one!” With a sadistic grin across her face, watching the cameras to make sure what she does is right, she plants the entire palm of her hand down onto another button, this time the cameras show all of the cells in the block opening, followed by a few prisoners wandering out. The only issue is – the one door that doesn’t open is the one they’re here for. “What the!?”
“Little man tell how to open!” Hammer says, slamming the security guard up against the wall, causing him to let out a grunt of agony.
“You’ll need my security card…just…just take it out of my pocket…don’t kill me, please!”
“Ya shoulda told us that before, dumbo!” Harley snatches the card out of the guards pocket, signalling for Hammer to drop him, which he does, leaving him down on the ground. “Ya better stay here unless ya wanna die!” Harley reaches behind her, pulling out her signature baseball bat before leaving the security room, she uses the card reader with her newly obtained card, watching as the doors to the cellblock open.
The group of clowns led by the clown princess of crime is immediately granted by a group of around five armed guards aiming their rifles at them, Harley rests her baseball bat on her shoulder as she places her hand on her hip. “Don’t move, Quinn! You won’t stand a chance!” the group of armed guards shuffle forward and approach them, rifles not once moving away. “Get down on the ground!”
Feigning a yawn and moving her hand in front of her mouth, Harley snaps her fingers, which causes a clown in the back to throw something over her which lands at the feet of the guards before exploding into a cloud of green smoke. “What the hell is this stuff?” their confusion quickly turns to laughter, completely beyond their control. They fall to the ground laughing non-stop, only one of the men are left standing as the gas slowly fades away.
“Batter up!” Harley uses her full strength to swing her bat as it collides with the last standing guard’s head, knocking him down to the ground as he’s knocked unconscious, the prisoners are battling with the rest of the security in the block, keeping them distracted as Harley approaches Joker’s cell. She doesn’t even stop to look inside before she slides the card against the reader, causing the door to slowly open. Soon, her eyes are met with the sight of Joker, she almost shakes with excitement as she drops her baseball bat, running into his cell and throwing her arms around him. “Oh, Mistah J~! It feels like it’s been years~!”
“Miss Quinn, we gotta hurry…back-up will turn up sooner or later and we won’t be able to get outta here when they do!”
“Shaddap! Give me some time with Mistah J!” Harley turns back to Joker, still keeping her arms locked around him. “We gotta get you outta this straightjacket, puddin’~!”
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The Joker
...ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?
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Registered On: Sept 25, 2014 7:52:20 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 185
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~ Partner: Harley Quinn
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Last Edit: May 13, 2015 22:04:32 GMT -5 by The Joker
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Post by The Joker on May 13, 2015 21:53:49 GMT -5
The two doctors ran away with a guard as their escort. Meanwhile the Joker's grin went wider hearing an alarm went off, the guards in front of him received an order and left the room. Joker soon found why: patients on the loose! Hahahah! Ohhh Harl knew how to have fun! But maybe she just pushed the wrong button...yep...that's even funnier! Joker laughed moving his head backwards then he moved it forward bumping it against the pane "Ouch..." he giggled a little.
Suddenly, the Joker didn't feel the glass against his forehead anymore so he looked up and saw Harl in front of him, she opened the door "Get ready..." he thought knowing what was going to happen next. Harl hugged him and Joker let her do it smiling, the girl deserved a treat after all. Joker smirked hearing Harl's comeback to the poor henchman, but he was right, they had to go now.
Joker's response to Harl about the straightjacket was taking it off by himself. Joker dropped it on the floor, he was wearing just a white t-shirt now with white pants, that was not his style "Pumpkin Pie!" Joker smiled and kissed her on the cheek near her lips, but not too near, he knew that it could drive her crazy even more and Joker needed her crazy side more than anything especially now "They put my clothes somewhere, I bet in that doc office...she likes having souvenirs of her patients..." he smiled to Harley "...like someone else that I know, but she got something incomparable: me!" Joker smiled again to Harl and took the baseball bat from the floor giving it back to her "Let's go, I need a proper suit before showing off in Gotham again!" he said walking out from the cell.
The henchmen weren't so surprised to know that they had to stay for something so no important as a suit, their boss was insane otherwise they wouldn't be here. Joker looked at the biggest henchmen "Big Boy!" he smiled to Hammer "Lead the way, smash some heads, you have poetic license, just have fun!" Joker pointed the way and the Hammer started walking, the henchmen following "I think we'll have some guests to our party soon, Harl!" Joker let out a loud laughing.
Another alarm went off and some red lights turned on, the free patients had attacked the guards and released other insane fellows, this was turning into a big party. The guards started calling for backup, they needed help and soon.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on May 14, 2015 0:13:09 GMT -5
Since her last meeting with the Joker, of course Evangelina hoped that she'd never get the call to go to the asylum. However, knowing the Joker, he wouldn't forget his request and he'd also make sure that something especially terrible happened if she didn't do what he told her to do. So the only thing that she could hope for is that when the Joker inevitably escaped that it would happen in a way that would not result in a police call - or at least not until he was long gone. ...Though she can admit that having that hope at all means that she's grasping at straws.
So though she went back to her usual routine, there's been a nagging worry in the back of her head that she might get the call any moment now... It's actually be quite annoying - can't the clown escape already and get it over with? Because she has few obligations to anyone except for her clients - who tend to have rather odd schedules themselves - it's difficult to predict exactly when she'll be asleep or awake. And as it happens, she's fast asleep when the call finally comes - knowing how important it is, dispatch is 'kind' enough to call her at home. Groggy and disoriented, she nevertheless manages to rouse herself from sleep and quickly throw on a uniform. The adrenaline helps.
In fact it's only all of five minutes before she's getting into her patrol car and speeding from her apartment towards the asylum - fast enough that she finds herself merging in to a string of other police vehicles all headed toward the asylum. Ooh, boy - looks like they're sending everyone in force again - it's going to be another one of those asylum calls... Well, with any luck she'll be just another officer in the crowd, then. Then again, her luck hasn't been that great lately... Pursing her lips at that thought, she tries to keep her focus on the road ahead of her as she speeds toward the asylum.
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The Joker
...ever danced with the Devil in the pale moonlight?
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~ Partner: Harley Quinn
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Post by The Joker on Jun 14, 2015 17:13:31 GMT -5
There were a bunch of policemen and swat teams in the Asylum's garden, the one before the main building. A man with a bulletproof vest was looking at a map on a police car's hood, that had to be the Asylum's map, and pointing some locations on it, like second entrances. However, he stopped looking when a policeman walked to him with a walkie-talkie "It's the Joker" the man with the bulletproof vest grabbed the device.
And it was the Joker indeed. He had knocked down one of the Arkham's guards and took his device so he could speak with someone out there. Joker wasn't feeling so great, the disease was annoying and still he couldn't control it...no one knew about it, so Joker couldn't stay in the Asylum for long, he had to take what he was looking for and get out of this loony-place. Joker couldn't let people see that he was sick, he couldn't let people know.
"Has the fake-blondie arrived?" Joker asked and for few seconds there wasn't a reply as if the man didn't know who this person was, but then the man said that she was on her way here "Good" Joker tried his best to have a steady voice, he couldn't show his illness "Let me know when she arrives and let her do what I say so nobody will get hurt or killed..." Joker let out a laugh "...nice talking to you bud, but now I have to go" another laugh and Joker closed the communication.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2015 19:37:50 GMT -5
“Gimme a sec, puddin’!” Enjoying the thrill of the chaos, Harley leaves the group for a short moment, throwing her leg forward as her boot collides with the door to the doctor’s office with a loud bang which causes it to swing open wildly. She enters the room, searching through everything, throwing things over recklessly and not even bothering to close the drawers she’s opening. It’s when she opens one of the lockers that she finds just what she’s looking for – that glorious suit. Her eyes light up with glee, taking the time to grab each piece of the suit, throwing it over her arms as she holds the classy shoes in her hands.
Rushing out of the room at a quick pace with a large smile spread across her lips ear-to-ear, she almost can’t contain her excitement, hopping up and down, tilting her head left-to-right, causing her ponytails to swing all over the place. Harley marches back over to her group proudly, inhaling a deep breath before yelling out with happiness “MISTAH J! I found yer suit! Where are we gonna get ya dressed up all nice, puddin’?”
Standing in the corridor, Harley notices an empty metal table next to her, which she carefully places the suit on, spreading it out piece by piece for The Joker to get to them easily. “Shh, listen…ya hear that, boys?” as the silence fills the corridors, the feint sound of boots against the tile floor can be heard not far in the distance…people are coming, and those boots sound fairly heavy. “Let’s take care of it…puddin’, ya can get dressed…we’ll handle it!” Harley rests the baseball bat on her shoulder, placing a hand on her hip as she strikes a bit of a pose, she gives a small whistle.
The group of clown thugs take this as a signal, following behind Harley as she leads them around the corner – that’s when they see the cause of the commotion: a small group of six heavily armored police officers. “GET ‘EM, BOYS!” With an almost sadistic grin on her face, she watches as the much larger group of clowns brush past her, charging toward them, Hammer not far behind as the officers start to back away in slight retreat. That’s when the battle begins, batons and knives swinging, shields being used for protection and of course, Hammer using his giant hammer to clear the group as he swung it.
It’s not long before two more groups of officers come from behind where the other one did – that’s obviously Harley’s cue to join the fun. She runs towards them, climbing up onto the back of Hammer before she balances on his shoulders, almost letting out a roar as she leaps off of him, jumping down on top of them, her bat swinging like crazy, trying to hit anyone she can. The clowns once again join the fight as an all-out brawl ensues, all enough of a distraction for Joker to get dressed in peace.
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jun 20, 2015 1:11:37 GMT -5
When she arrives at the asylum, Evangelina manages to find a spare corner of the parking area that's not currently occupied by another squad car - which is fortunate, because she doesn't have to walk as far. But any thoughts about being lucky are dashed the moment she's spotted and is quickly rushed over to one of the radios. Apparently the infamous clown asked for her in particular and wants to know when she's here. Well, so much for her last hope of being the anonymous cop. Damn it!
Picking up the offered radio, her eyes shift to the asylum as she speaks into it. "Joker, I'm here," is all she says, her voice remarkably calm given just how much she'd rather be anywhere else. If anything, she sounds mildly annoyed, as if all of what he's doing right now has inconvenience her. But that's the fact that she was woken up talking - she doesn't want to be associating with someone like him at all, let alone having to jump to his whims. This would all be so much easier if she didn't value her own skin so much, but she figures that she's less likely to get horribly killed if she gives him what he wants. And she's certainly no hero, to attempt to defy him.
Waiting for his response, her eyes glance around at the rest of her surroundings. The asylum is much of the way surrounded by the police at this point, and more are arriving by the second. She can even see patrol boats getting into position to stop any attempt to prevent any escape by boat, while the arriving vehicles dump out more officers - some of a more ordinary variety like herself, but also the SWAT team and someone is passing out riot gear. This is even more of a response than the Joker usually merits, but she heard someone say that the other prisoners are now loose in there. That can't be good!
...Can she still hope against hope that the Joker doesn't tell her to go in there? Even if the crazed man doesn't harm her himself, she suspects that a lot of the patients - many of whom blame the police for their situation - would be all too happy to attack her instead. Not that she can't defend herself, but she's not Batman or anyone like that.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 4, 2015 8:53:07 GMT -5
A wave of dizziness punched him in the face and he had to use one of the henchmen has a cane. The henchman sustained his boss without saying anything because the Joker made it clear to shut the mouth. The wave passed away even though it wasn't dead because the clown knew it would come back sooner or later. Harley came back with his suit and Joker smiled "Thank you, Harl" he observed his partner handle the suit in a perfect, respectful manner and Joker really appreciate it "Have fun!" he said to Harley and the henchmen when they started kicking some asses.
The Joker looked at the suit for few second, but he was feeling better, the wave of dizziness was completly gone and it wasn't going to come back soon. Joker put on the suit very carefully, but at the same time very quickly like he was used to wearing the suit and in fact the movements came natural, he wasn't even thinking about wearing the suit, but his attention was caught by a piece of paper in his pocket. The Joker pulled it out and read it smiling "I know where to look now...thank you, doc" he thought putting the paper away.
In that moment the radio buzzed and Joker picked it up "Oh! Lady Police! Nice hearing of you again!" the Joker laughed a little and looked at the henchmen fighting against the guards, Harley stuck out from them, she was more talented than Joker admitted to her "Listen, I am in a hurry so you should go in the Warden Office for me" Joker kept looking at Harley while talking to Evangelina "There is a secret door in the wall, it is at your left, bring a shotgun because maybe you will need a help to get in there" Joker smiled still looking at Harley "Anyway, you should be careful, I heard that those looney tunes have escaped, even that guy who likes looking into the heart of a problem...I think his name is Cornelius" Joker frowned and laughed again "Well, tell me what you find in that room and be honest, or else..." Joker tone got darker and ended the call. [/i][/i]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2015 22:49:36 GMT -5
Meanwhile, not far away from The Joker, Harley and her group are still taking out waves of police officers – however, her group has halved in capacity. Several clowns are seen laying on the ground from being electrocuted by tasers or being beat down by police batons – luckily for them, they haven’t brought in the guns yet. That’s where things will be getting really difficult – Harley has started to realize how useless this entire effort really is, no matter how many groups they take out, more keep on coming…and the numbers on her side have started to thin a little too much for her liking.
She’s almost lost count when it comes down to just how many men and women she’s knocked unconscious with her various selection of weaponry, but it’s starting to become tiring to the clown princess of crime. As she slams her gigantic mallet down onto the skull of an unfortunate officer, clearing the last of the third wave, she wipes the sweat from her forehead, smearing her face paint slightly. “Geez! How many of these coppers are there!?” Harley looks behind her, checking the status of her group, noticing there’s only six of them left.
“Okay, you bozo’s! Enough with the endless wave of bacon! Our numbah one priority is to get Mistah J outta here! GOT IT!?”
“Sure thing, Miss Quinn, we got it!”
“GOOD!” Harley yells out, hearing the sounds of heavy footsteps against the tile floors yet again, closing in on their location. “Gimme a break!” Rolling her eyes, Harley ready’s herself, grasping her mallet firmly in her hand as she waits for the very familiar sight of another group of officers coming around the corner. “Actually! Y’know what!? I’m done with this baloney!” The infamous sidekick of The Joker puts her mallet back where she got it, grasping something on her own little utility belt wrapped around her waist.
The fourth wave comes from around the corner, all heavily armored and prepared for combat as the two groups are surrounded with unconscious bodies from both sides. “Ready, ya pigs!?” With a sinister grin, the clown girl pulls out a small object, lobbing it in their direction, which causes them to instinctively get out of the way – but they aren’t fast enough. A huge blast comes from where the object lands, the corridor filling with gas. Quinn quickly turns around to face her group, shrugging her shoulders. “Well, what are ya waitin’ for!? Get back or the lotta ya will be history!”
Taking her advice to heart, the clowns quickly move back to Joker’s location as the gas spreads – the police officers from the fourth wave immediately burst into a crazed laughter, finding out just what that object happened to be the hard way. Joker gas. Harley watches the chaos unfold, giving a small giggle with her hands placed firmly upon her hips, tilting her head slightly as she speaks to herself. “Thanks, Red! I knew bein’ immune to this stuff would come in handy!”
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Jul 10, 2015 19:53:45 GMT -5
The Joker is one of the last people in the world that Evangelina would consider to be funny. Well, at least while he's successfully telling her what to do. No, being told what to do goes completely against the grain for her. So she's dead silent as she listens to what the Joker wants her to do. And, sure enough, he wants her to go in there. But at least getting to Dr. Arkham's office shouldn't be too difficult, comparatively. That's about as far away from the cells and the loose prisoners that one can get, at least if most of them are hanging around their cells or attempting to actually escape. "Fine," is all she says into the radio.
Turning to the man who gave her the radio, she announces, "I need a shotgun."
"Why?" he asks, looking alarmed.
"Because he said that I should bring one when I go in," she answers.
"What? You're going in there?"
"He told me to. Want to see what happens when I don't?" she asks.
Her point made, before she knows it she's got a shotgun in her hands and is headed toward Dr. Arkham's office. Luckily for her, even if the prisoners are loose most of them are unarmed and those that are armed could find something makeshift to use as a weapon. And though the inmates are crazy in many cases, most of them aren't crazy enough to not notice that she's vastly better armed than they are. If she runs into one of the few who don't respect a shotgun? Well, she's a good shot. But she figures that most will let her pass through, especially if they see that she's alone and making no effort to stop them. Somewhere in the distance, she can hear a sudden burst of crazed laughter - it makes her skin crawl, but mostly she takes it as a sign that she needs to keep alert.
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Last Edit: Jul 11, 2015 3:37:05 GMT -5 by The Joker
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Post by The Joker on Jul 11, 2015 3:35:41 GMT -5
"Red?" Joker rose a brow and then smiled hearing the laughing "Oh...music for my ears" he smiled listening to the laughing of those dying poor guards. Joker almost forgot that there was little time, but his henchmen running towards him made the Joker remember it. So, they had to go, but Joker needed that information from Evangelina too. Joker looked at the radio, he recognized the type so ke knew that it could cover only the Arkham Asylum.
Joker knew that every cop had a radio with them, especially the ones in the Asylum "Lady Police?" he called her "Hope you have that shotgun..." Joker started laughing because of a scene in front of him: a cop with several wounds, especially on the chest that was open, blood all around the body...and there was no heart. Joker saw one of the Asylum's cameras on the wall following him and so she walked towards the cop pointing at the corpse "This is a work of art!" the clown laughed, but then stopped frowning hearing footsteps running towards them.
"Excuse me, dear" Joker said with a smile passing near Harley "Oh, we'll talk about Pam later" he took something from a skinny henchman who had a purple bag, Joker opened the bag and took some colored marbles then he threw them at the running guards. At first, it seemed that nothing was gonna happen, just the guards trying to not fall when they stepped on marbles, but suddenly Joker plugged his ears with the indices.
Joker rose a brow when after few seconds nothing happened. The guards looked at each other and then pointed their guns "Freeze!" they ordered "Don't steal the Snowman's lines!" the henchmen pointed their guns too, but Joker didn't seem worried just confused...why weren't the marbles working...what...?
Joker put down his hands with an annoyed sigh and in that moment the marbles on the ground exploded. Joker started laughing, maniacal. The guards got hitten by the explosion and they fell on the ground, wounded, their guns fell from their grasp. Joker took one of the few guns that weren't damaged by the explosion and shot at the guards on the ground, he danced while shooting. When the guards stopped crying in pain and moving, Joker became suddenly serious and threw the gun on the ground "Follow the leader guys..." Joker started walking towards a hallway "...and lady" Joker pinched Harley's cheek.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2015 7:54:26 GMT -5
Harley watched her lover in action, the chaos and destruction reflecting off of her wide eyes, she’s almost unable to blink as the show in front of her is far too exciting to stop watching. Explosions, gunshots, laughter – the gas still affecting those who are alive and conscious. She can’t seem to move her body – while any normal person would look away, scream or even run to escape, Harley just wanted to watch with glee. A life without insanity seems so boring at this point. As Joker threw the gun to the ground, Harley couldn’t help but frown slightly, a little bit upset that the fun was over so quick, but her mood quickly changes as Joker mentions her.
Hopping up and down excitedly, Harley skips a few steps she’s at her side, moving her arm around The Joker’s arm as the two make their way through the corridors. Noticing that one of the guards crawling over to them with a huge uncontrollable grin spread across his lips, laughing like a madman, Harley swings her leg, kicking him in the head to knock him unconscious. “And they say we’re crazy! Look at all these bozo’s, they can’t even quit laughin’ until we kill ‘em!” Giggling slightly, the clown girl rests her head on Joker’s shoulder, humming to herself while walking by his side with the group of clowns following them.
The two take several turns, go through a few doors and the clown girl quickly begins to recognize the areas surrounding her – they’re getting closer to the lobby area. It isn’t much longer now until the two of them would be out of here, and Harley could not wait. “Oh, Mistah J, I can’t wait to get outta here with you~! There’s so much fun we can have!” Sighing like a teenage girl madly in love, Harley thinks of all the possibilities. “No one will stand between us anymore…”
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Post by Evangelina Bradley on Aug 11, 2015 18:22:55 GMT -5
Fortunately for Evangelina, this isn't her first time in the asylum. Not that she's ever taken the grand tour, but she does know enough about the grounds and so forth to know where she's going without having to ask for directions. The office that she's looking for is in the mansion - which is the oldest part of the asylum. Not interested in getting herself into a mess, she keeps alert and tries to avoid running into anyone. Which she manages to do, mostly. In fact, she manages to make it to the office area without much incident. Though she doesn't know exactly which office is which, at that point finding the right one is simply a matter of reading the little plagues on the outside of the door.
Finding the right one, she immediately notes that it's locked. But that's not such a big deal - what kind of a cop would she be if she didn't know how to break a door down? Dr. Jeremiah Arkham may not be pleased about that, but she's being coerced into what she's doing and everyone knows it. "I'm in the office," she announces into the radio when the door finally caves in to her assault, glancing around but not that really that interested in some big-shot psychiatrist's office. But she presumes that the Joker had a specific reason for her to be here and that he'll inform her shortly. Well, unless this was all just to mess with her, but while the Joker is as random and chaotic as they come, he doesn't strike her as the type to make telling someone to go somewhere for no reason as a joke. Not when it would be so easy for it to be more than that, anyway.
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