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Post by logan on Mar 8, 2009 12:38:30 GMT -5
!and another story has sparked among EW!
"I'll be frank.." slowly the man in a purple suit nodded his head trying to give the terrorized citizens around him a far than less general understanding for their recent demeanor, "You're all going to die." AHHHHH! Knowing this guy actually wasn't joking, screams filled the train ride. A train ride that seemed oh so casual moments before a clown showed up.
Before the big surprise
Yes, only minutes before was this train on route to stop at 21st and second sub station, only minutes before was a man more concerned about the recent events in the newspaper he was reading, only minutes before no one would have ever believed this train ride would become host for disaster. If only these people had known this they might have thought for other means of transportation. That became far too late, a fate had been sealed and it lied in the hands of a clown with purple gloves.
A little strung out still from the death of a black caped crusader, the purple suited clown sat aboard the train, amongst others he wasn't recognized for his famous facial features that were hidden behind a newspaper he was holding up closely to his face. If someone were to take a glance in his direction, they'd probably ponder when purple suits became so ridiculously fashionable to sport on a train ride, or maybe.. they might just suspect him to be some Gotham pimp in a purple suit. Either way, without seeing the hideous face, the torn open smile, the dirty green hair, it'd be hard to actually believe that was Gotham's bastard clown reading a newspaper and taking a train ride. So, if it was the Joker, what was he doing here? A very simple answer lead behind that broken cut smile. He longed for the excitement he'd get when anarchy was paraded among the streets of this city, before the departure of Batsy, it was rather easy to get kicks when endangering others. As you know, though, Batman no longer exists, the gas to the crazed clowns fire continually ran low on empty without the presence of a Bat to fuel it.
The newspaper fell onto his lap revealing his haunting appearance to the public. That's when the many in company of this train ride realized who they were aboard with, the Joker. The passengers could do nothing but stare in fright when the clown stood to his feet juggling a trio of grenades, between the red painted on smile that spread across his face and the explosives bouncing off his palms, these people didn't know what to do. For the Joker, this was a hopeful last attempt to see if he could still get a sadistic kick out of threatening others lives. "I'll be frank.." slowly the man in a purple suit nodded his head trying to give the terrorized citizens around him a far than less general understanding for their recent demeanor, "You're all going to die." Screams echoed inside the train booth while the lunatic continued to perform his talented fiasco of juggling grenades amongst the crowd.
It was unsure if this train would make it's next scheduled stop.
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Post by logan on Mar 8, 2009 13:33:59 GMT -5
(from Harley) In all honesty, Harley really had no idea why she was riding this train leading her to no where in particular. She just up and left that morning unexpectedly jumping onto a train filled with people on their way to work or where ever they were going. Her silky hair was pulled into a loose pony tail, random strands swaying back and forth with her as she walked dressed in red leather skinny jeans, black pumps and a slightly revealing blouse topped off with a black corset wrapping around her figure tightly.
She showed no regards to anyone she pushed out of the way to get into the train before the doors closed, the curses and hands flying in the air of those who hadn't made it in on time. Harley simply smiled to herself. She entered with a choice stand or sit by the guy wearing purple, face smashed in a news paper. "Why would a pimp have anything to do with news." she grumbled to herself wrapping her hand around the pole closest to the door.
Harley turned her head slightly to see a sick old man glaring intently at her posterior thus making her sigh and decide to take the only open seat left. She wandered over to the area, holding on to the poles for support. "Is this seat taken?" popping a bubble with her bright pink bubble gum she pointed to the seat and awaited an answer. The man shifted dropping the paper.
"What the hell...?" she gasped taking a step back. A clown? No, that can't be right. She must have had too much to drink the day before. She shook her head and took another look as the clown stood up, grenades falling before her.
"I'll be frank.." slowly the man in a purple suit nodded his head trying to give the terrorized citizens around him a far than less general understanding for their recent demeanor, "You're all going to die." the world around her erupted into frantic screams. No where to run, no where to hide. She simply stood in awe. |
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Post by logan on Mar 9, 2009 14:12:17 GMT -5
(from meself)
The frantic crowd dared make any moves against the man juggling a trio of grenades. You could tell by the look in his racoon eyes that murder wouldn't make him lose any sleep tonight. Was that his plan? Murder? Or did this clown ever have a plan?
Looking over the terrified group of people, red lips smacked, and the threat in purple spoke up. "You think this is the time to panic? N-not when ya' know what I know.." before the clown was finished, a brave citizen that rode this train heading for massacre made a stand. This man felt heroic, felt it was his duty to stop this clown terrorist, for the time being he didn't rush in, he simply stood, nervously watching the Joker juggle grenades and waiting for the right time to make a move. "Ya see.." his tone of voice, his persona shifted into concern, a very sarcastic performance of concern, "Train wrecks. These um, disasters, surprisingly hold a high survival rate. So.. why not put facts to the test? Hm?" The grenades sprung from his hands, one at time, smacking on the trains hard floor. Everyone held their breath before the grenades exploded into shrapnel of cheap plastic colored confetti. Soaking this moment in the Joker shrieked into laughter, the passengers slowly becoming relieved. The prank that seconds ago had these people sweating for their lives began to fade out, the man with heroic feelings standing feet away from the clown made his move. With instinct, without a moment of hesitation, the Joker slipped a purple gloved hand inside his coat, a automatic handgun came into sight. The crowd again rebottled in a fear of their life, Joker observed the crowd panic to the viewing of his glock handgun. The man wanting to make a hero of himself continued his charge towards the clown, without looking into his direction, the Joker fired shots into the mans stomach sending him to the floor in bloody agony.
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Post by logan on Mar 9, 2009 23:18:18 GMT -5
(reply from Harley) Panic filled the train, even more so after the pool of blood swirled around the yellowed floor from the man who used to be screaming in agony almost in harmony with the frantic shrieks from those around him. They looked so wild, scampering over the chairs, grabbing onto the polls trying to get farther and farther away from the clown laughing insanely with his gun.
Ironically, Harley wasn't phased by what was going on around her, even after the clown seemingly sealed their fate. "But wait..." she thought to herself, "why would he crash the train if he's on here too...?" Harley stepped back slightly trying to stay out of the way, and to get out of the range of fire.
"This is insane." she murmured, her hands trembling slightly. She didn't make this comment because she was afraid, no no, she made this comment simply in disbelief. The more the floor was painted with the bright red goop that spilled from the bodies the more she enjoyed it. She never understood why, but the color red excited her more then anyone could ever imagine. The gun shots rang in her ear, somewhat like music.
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Post by logan on Mar 10, 2009 14:22:03 GMT -5
(from meself)
The blood inched closer to his faded wing tips, seeming half disgusted the man suffering from a gun shot wound would dare stain his shoes he fired three more slugs into the fallen corpse. No longer did the mans agonizing screams fill the ears of others. Whatever suffering the gun shot victim may have endured was over with. The confetti trick grenades that exploded moments before was the catch, he never intended for this train ride to derail, it was just his own twisted way to see if he could go out and still get kicks without worrying about the Batman breathing down his neck. Though, that was what he really wanted..
For now, he wanted something else. A interesting sight peered through the corner of his black racoon eyes. A woman clad in black and red colors, not a black and red costume, just regular street clothes. It wasn't the clothes that attracted his attention to her, it wasn't even her beautiful looks. It was the total disregard she had for the man who was just murdered before her eyes. Actually, she almost seemed half excited about the whole matter, yes, their didn't seem to be one empathic bone in her body at the moment. The Joker quickly processed that in and thought it'd be best to take a hostage for his own personal amusement and otherwise safety of getting off this train.
Now staring straight into her direction his interest was peaked. "Did you like that..?" a tongue slid out over his lips like a slug, "Yeah?" again the habit further exposed itself moisturizing red torn lips once more with a lick and then nodding over in acknowledgement to the dead man who lied in a pool of blood.
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Post by logan on Mar 10, 2009 21:40:02 GMT -5
(from Harley) Oh shit, looks like she was noticed after all. She gulped, sweat accumulating in her palms. 'Not good not good.' she panicked taking a slight step backwards only to then be reminded she was already pressed up against the steel walls of the train. Glancing outside she saw the tracks fly by at alarming speeds.
"What do you want." she snarled moving forward this time rather then back. Might as well, if they were going to die it doesn't make much sense to try to run away from fate. She'd rather go out as a hero then a coward like the man laying on the floor.
An awkward silence filled the train, the only sound around her were her heart beating out of her chest 'Thump Thump.' The clatter of the train wheels rolling over the tracks, and the soft patter of the rain bouncing off the windows. How annoying.
It looked like everyone stopped and held their breath thinking that if she talked that she would somehow kill them all or maybe even spontaneously burst into flames, there attacker was a clown after all. Magic tricks were only to be expected. However, the thought of this made Harley burst out into evil cackles. Bending over to hold her stomach her light laughs swallowing all the other noises around her.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're insane!" she chocked out holding her stomach more and more laughs filling the small cabin they were being held in.
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Post by logan on Mar 10, 2009 22:13:32 GMT -5
(from myself)
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're insane!" she chocked out holding her stomach more and more laughs filling the small cabin they were being held in.
"I'M insane?" he questioned, a reassuring voice spilling from his mouth that questioned her own sanity. Nobody in the right mind would find anything about this amusing. However, someone did. This woman he took an interest in moments before now showed her true colors and those were bent colors of madness. Something lied broken inside her. The mass murdering clown was very much attracted to minds such as these.
At first it seemed fit to hold her at gun point, make his exit off the scene of the crime, but after her applauding performance of laughter he didn't think these people would even care for the safety of a hostage. More or less, it's a risk he didn't mind taking, actuarially felt there could be more of a purpose for her than simply being the escape goat.
The warm barrel of the glock that murdered the man in cold blood moments before made it's presence against the forehead of this deranged woman. Guiding her to turn around at gun point, pulling her back to his chest he shifted the handgun to her temple. Another arm firmly wrapped around her neck for secure embracement. The train finally stopped at the next station, train doors flying open as the crowd spewed out like wild deer being shot at. "And who said train rides couldn't be fun? Ha.. ha.." the sociopath in purple let out a calm bone chilling laugh giving these scrambling terrified people making a run for the door one last joke.
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