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niteo_logs2010-06-23 07:52 pm
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madness, as you know, is like gravity
Characters: Open / The Joker, probably Youji
When: June 23rd
Where: Joker's Lair
Rating: Unrated
Summary: The Joker's halls grow darker
Screams echoed down the hallway, piercing the unnerving stillness that padded the short periods between each mind as they all, in turn, fell apart.
The Joker, facepaint worn with sweat and his coat stained and torn, wandered down the halls in a sort of daze. All of his men had been locked behind the countless doors along the maze of corridors underground; they had begun with the first to be affected by the living nightmares, the images and spectres that were each men's greatest fears made real. As each criminal was affected, he was locked away, perhaps with others. When, at last, it came down to the Joker and his four strongest men, he turned around and shot them all. No room for sanity in this town.
Now, there was a disturbing look of ecstasy (or was it pain?) on his face as he paced the halls, savoring each cry, tasting with his ears the delicious sound of one man strangling another in fevered insanity. Hail Discordia.
I've got to get you out of here before the baby comes...
He snapped his head violently to the side, as though he could shake the voice out of his head like water in his ear. A growl escaped his lips. He fought to focus on the screams.
Jesus, Jackie, all I said was-
You said 'oh'. As in, "Oh, so you didn't get a job?' As in, "Oh, so how are we going to feed the baby?"
He heard his own screams echo down the hall, and it made him laugh. His sides were beginning to hurt. She stood in every corner, stared from every shadow.
Or was it that?
Let me give you something to remember me by.
Now I'm always smiling!
Mr. Napier, I'm sorry, but your wife-
Why so serious?!
He couldn't tell anymore; they all blurred together, the stories, the scars, and the cards. There was no past for him; he burned it down long ago. He cut that from himself when he carved the smile into his face. It had been over for a very long time.
...but why did it feel like some alien thing fighting its way out of his chest, to flop out onto the floor and look up, grinning at him with shining teeth?
His insides turned, excruciatingly, and he stumbled against a wall, groaning. Gradually, he slid to the ground. He couldn't hear their wailing over his heartbeat, his own cries of pain. His black little eyes trailed up the hall and, finally, up into her face. The pain became unbearable, and his sight dizzied as she tore at the small shred of sanity he had left. Still, he grinned, grinding his teeth down, his expression a grimace of hate and pain and lust.
"Eris..."
To anyone else, there was nothing there.
When: June 23rd
Where: Joker's Lair
Rating: Unrated
Summary: The Joker's halls grow darker
Screams echoed down the hallway, piercing the unnerving stillness that padded the short periods between each mind as they all, in turn, fell apart.
The Joker, facepaint worn with sweat and his coat stained and torn, wandered down the halls in a sort of daze. All of his men had been locked behind the countless doors along the maze of corridors underground; they had begun with the first to be affected by the living nightmares, the images and spectres that were each men's greatest fears made real. As each criminal was affected, he was locked away, perhaps with others. When, at last, it came down to the Joker and his four strongest men, he turned around and shot them all. No room for sanity in this town.
Now, there was a disturbing look of ecstasy (or was it pain?) on his face as he paced the halls, savoring each cry, tasting with his ears the delicious sound of one man strangling another in fevered insanity. Hail Discordia.
I've got to get you out of here before the baby comes...
He snapped his head violently to the side, as though he could shake the voice out of his head like water in his ear. A growl escaped his lips. He fought to focus on the screams.
Jesus, Jackie, all I said was-
You said 'oh'. As in, "Oh, so you didn't get a job?' As in, "Oh, so how are we going to feed the baby?"
He heard his own screams echo down the hall, and it made him laugh. His sides were beginning to hurt. She stood in every corner, stared from every shadow.
Or was it that?
Let me give you something to remember me by.
Now I'm always smiling!
Mr. Napier, I'm sorry, but your wife-
Why so serious?!
He couldn't tell anymore; they all blurred together, the stories, the scars, and the cards. There was no past for him; he burned it down long ago. He cut that from himself when he carved the smile into his face. It had been over for a very long time.
...but why did it feel like some alien thing fighting its way out of his chest, to flop out onto the floor and look up, grinning at him with shining teeth?
His insides turned, excruciatingly, and he stumbled against a wall, groaning. Gradually, he slid to the ground. He couldn't hear their wailing over his heartbeat, his own cries of pain. His black little eyes trailed up the hall and, finally, up into her face. The pain became unbearable, and his sight dizzied as she tore at the small shred of sanity he had left. Still, he grinned, grinding his teeth down, his expression a grimace of hate and pain and lust.
"Eris..."
To anyone else, there was nothing there.
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He watched him work, thinking it was rather a lot like sewing up his bear when it had an 'accident'. So you could just sew people up too. That was interesting.
"Does it hurt?" he asked a bit too eagerly, "What's it feel like?"
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"Human, sure, more human than the rest of you freaks. Even more human than most people where I come from. More honest about being human, anyway."
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He looked down at himself with a vague frown. "M'not a freak," he muttered.
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"As it happens, emotional pain is manifested in physical pain, which, as you know, you can't feel. So unless you're just pretending like I just bruised your little ego, you already know what pain is."
Maybe now he would shut up.
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"That's it?" he asked, looking unimpressed. It wasn't pleasant, but...the way people carried on and screamed and cried and whatever...he'd expected something...more."
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Finally, the gauze was lashed into place with bandages, and, grunting, the Joker got to his feet. He made a half-hearted attempt to button his shirt and vest back together before giving up... the thing was ruined.
"I need a new suit... damn. Alright, well, listen, I'll put it to you this way. Pain's got its limits; you know, you punch somebody, and yeah, it hurts, but not as much as folks think it's gonna. Where the money's at isn't what you do to their body. It's what you do to their hearts. The more scared they are about what you do to them, the more emotional pain they pile on top of it- the more they hurt themselves. See, you can't hurt because you're not afraid of pain, you can't feel it. Take somebody who's never been hurt before, or is more afraid of pain than anything else- your average, anesthetized joe- and you'll have a lot more fun."
Could've been a college professor. Why didn't he ever make something of his life? Been a productive citizen? The thought made him laugh.
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"I've never been hurt, does that mean I'm fun?" he asked, ears twitching, giving a small smile, "You're pretty smart. Just like Sensei."
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"No, enough, we're done. No more questions. We've got work to do. The plan- we gotta get back on track. This is a minor setback. Let's turn it to our favor."
He left the room, wincing. Here's hoping his humanity didn't try bursting out of his chest again; there wasn't much flesh left to keep it there.
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He climbed over a few boxes to grab some water for himself before exiting. At least the Joker answered some of his questions. Youji liked him...for now.