For the Love of Life~

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Characters: Wolfgang Grimmer [ou], The Joker [ou]
When: April 14th, Afternoon
Where: Downtown Nesreca
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A rather confused East German journalist arrives amidst the zombie invasion.


Grimmer breathed in Prague's cool night air as he plopped himself onto a staircase in front of a abandoned shop. Nobody would be walking by at this time at night, so he was free to eat some of the food that he had stocked up on earlier.

Wolfgang Grimmer had gotten himself in quite a situation. This was namely due to his naive detective friend, Jan Suk, who was framed for the murders of several Czechoslovakian police officers (almost all of them former Secret Police).

Eventually, rescuing the detective meant that Grimmer needed to forge a letter which confessed that he himself had performed them. Of course Grimmer had not murdered them, (well...except for the ones that had tried to torture and kill him first) but he had seen the crime scenes himself, and so could give enough information for the letter to appear legit.

So now, he was a wanted serial killer that Europe was obsessed with catching.

If he wasn't such a skilled spy, his chances of escaping would be zero.

He sighed and bit into the sausage, chewing slowly as he thought over his situation. Just when he was finished swallowing the food, a deeply disoriented feeling came over him.

Next thing he knew, he was laying on concrete pavement, and it was light out. "Did....I fall asleep?" Grimmer muttered to himself in German as climbed up and looked around. No, this area was completely different looking than the area he was in before. This...was odd.

He instinctively checked to see if he still had his bag; good, it was safe. Just when he was about to open it up to see if anything was taken, he heard footsteps nearby. Grimmer looked up to see...a large group of people dressed as zombies. He smiled. That looked like a fun hobby to do.

However, he could not allow these people to recognize who he was. Hiding his face, he quickly stood up and began to briskly pace towards the nearest alley way.



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[glasgow-smilin.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... slow down, Speedy. Relax."

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."

[smilinggrimmer.livejournal.com]

(Writing on my iPod since my computer just died. This quality may end up pretty bad.)

Grimmer refused to make eye contact with the clown, and instead just remained facing in one direction, where he watched the Jokers movement out of the corner of his eyes. He remained quiet for a long moment, apparently thinking. "People can feel happy. Maybe only slightly and not for long, but they do. If they have a good beer after a long day of work, they are happy. I like to see that. I don't like to see 7 year old boys be driven to suicide."

He stayed quiet for another moment. " I do not mind being alone, and being 'killed' by them would hurt no more than any other form of death. And I have no existence, so there is no fake for me. The real me was stolen ages ago." Grimmer refused to allow the Magnificient Steiner personality to be apart of him; that was a different person.