The alleyway was dim enough to obscure the outline of the clown in the purple coat. A moment later, there came a glow, lighting up the Joker's face, making the scars stand out in even darker contrast.
He was leaning against a wall, and had been partially hidden by a rusted-out, broken dumpster. After the prior day's activities, zombie-mutilating had lost some of its luster, so he'd decided to focus on more important things. Things that had nothing to do with standing outside, but... what did all work and no play do to Jack, again?
A gloved finger prodded at the face of the PDA as he stood there, idling some time away. He hadn't even bothered to look up at the new arrival- whatever on the PDA was much more interesting. And even it looked boring.
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The alleyway was dim enough to obscure the outline of the clown in the purple coat. A moment later, there came a glow, lighting up the Joker's face, making the scars stand out in even darker contrast.
He was leaning against a wall, and had been partially hidden by a rusted-out, broken dumpster. After the prior day's activities, zombie-mutilating had lost some of its luster, so he'd decided to focus on more important things. Things that had nothing to do with standing outside, but... what did all work and no play do to Jack, again?
A gloved finger prodded at the face of the PDA as he stood there, idling some time away. He hadn't even bothered to look up at the new arrival- whatever on the PDA was much more interesting. And even it looked boring.
"Welcome to hell."