Why Can't I Be You ?

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"Let it be known there is a certain someone who has dangled in my mind. Someone that can't escape my thoughts.. Miss Violet."

Gotham's king of purple talked among his followers, cities thugs featuring clown masks that wildly believed in a sociopath whom wore make up on a twenty four seven basis. It was sometime close to midnight, clowns never slept, that was perfect example when the group gathered around the entrance of a apartment building. This time of night on a weekday? The mere life of people who spread red lip stick over facial scars.

This meeting was based on the misery of others. This meeting was heart felt. A gang meeting, indeed, a clowns night out. Nothing typical. The Joker, the eye grabber standing in the pile of masked clowns, made his presence for their recent whereabouts known. He was here at this apartment building simply for meeting another. He was here for Ecks.

"Smiles aren't always the same. There can be a difference in the way another brings about.. smiles." reassuring his die hard clownsmen, "Never forget this.. one.. thing. For later discussion." nodding his head in dismal the fellow clowns scatted off like deer.

Now alone, the Gotham murderer who tromped in purple knew exactly what he was going to do, meet Ecks, once again. The anticipation that boiled inside his blood when he made his way up the stairs of the apartment building. How long had it been since their last meeting? Months. An ever lasting remembrance in his mind when they drove across a red lighted intersection. Reaching the second floor, torn lips chapped and wet, their encounter would be soon. Oh sooo soon he thought. It was then that he knocked on room "218", the number memorized in his head ever since his scout informed him of Eck's location.

One purple gloved hand bouncing off the apartment door.

Knock.. Knock..

[logan]

(reply from Ecks!)

Ever since the one encounter with the crazy clown from hell, the young darkling had anything but a normal life, constant paranoia plaguing her since she dropped medication. She always felt like someone was watching, it made her skin crawl unpleasantly, once being the stalker, now having her own fear of being seen, followed, other people’s eyes on her were hardly welcomed, ever. The mind reading abilities she’d been born with were hardly used, having taken more advantage lately of her other gift. But was undeniable now, her paranoia justified, when she sat down by a window and tried to ghost her way through other’s minds again. Scattered, fragmented, insensible thoughts clamored close by, uncomfortably close. She wouldn’t look out the window, more importantly, she began to switch over personalities when the knocking at the door came, like something out of a Poe poem. Paranoid likkle Kei Grey had to go, she needed a spine right now, and Ecks had it.

With her shoulders stiffening in anticipation for the worst, her irises started bleeding into a dusky purple without her consent, she turned the doorknob, opened the door just a crack, and clamped down on her lip almost hard enough to break the skin.

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The hand eased away from the door. Two simple knocks was all it would take to draw attention. He knew she was here, it wasn't that he could sense her presence or anything, no, minutes before arriving at her door step a glance was caught of her wondering eyes looking through her bedroom window. Her eyes. Another vague memory he dwelled on for oh so how impressive those eyes were.

For what seemed like an eternity, the door cracked open and who would've thought was peeking out? Ecks, of course. Without hesitation, without further of due! "Miss Violet." After acknowledging the name he proudly invented for her, he pushed himself into her residence closing the door behind him.

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(reply from Ecks)

Keira nearly stumbled back when he invited himself in, chin tilted up as she watched him, tensing up just a tad bit more as the purple eyes in question looked about for sharp objects, not to try and use, but to stay the hell away from. Somehow the image of her eyes out of her sockets and in some demented locket around a pair of necks popped into her head, it didn’t seem like such impossibility. Actually, that would have been nice…If it wasn’t her eyes cut out. Then again, what would it do for her gifts? She wouldn’t have to see reality anymore, gritty, dark, dank reality, unless she chose to, through other people’s eyes. No, No, No, Ecks was in charge, and she wasn’t going to allow little excuses like that to justify being on the good side of a human being willing to put kids in danger. Kids. Innocence and sweetness embodied.

Human, too, keyword, a very clever, insane one with some faint glint inside that did appeal to the Id inside her mind. “Smiley.” She replied in turn, a little stiffly, maybe, crossing her arms in front of her with a spine ready to jump out a window.

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So the moment started, for the clown at least, there was a moment. Secretly he adored Eck's with the up most admiration for her gifted thinking. Everything about this person he wished to pursue seemed so.. perfect. Wasn't the same obsession he spent lying awake at nights with Batman, it was a completely different comparison altogether. Eck's was, in his mind, the way he believed people should be. Someone reliable to grasp their own fears, accept the worst and work or play with it in the most hilariously way possible. Hilarious? Not exactly the accurate feeling for this violet eyed obsession. Really, their wasn't a describable way to feel about her.. the way he felt, the way he seen her, that was mysterious enough to make anything fun in it's own right.

She responded with a nickname of her own, Smiley. It so much but spread a quick grin crossed his lips, staring quietly into purple eyes in the process of the torn smile."Just love what you've got going here.." making himself comfortable with her atmosphere, childishly prancing around observing the apartment room set up.

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(reply from Ecks)

It was strange, comforting, and slightly twisted to think that the purple clad maniac didn’t look so much out of place among the black, lily white and orchids that hued the room, all slightly leaning towards the sweet sinister that Keira liked, the dark and lacey things, pretty poisonous things like the pot of Foxglove, pretty and light lilac, but bad for the digestive system, the most comforting thing about it all being that her precious nearly-dismantled stuffed animal was away safely in the bedroom, which was where all the darker décor had really bled to.

Fear was for Keira, not for the one currently in command of the actions she took and words she chose “What exactly brings you here?” she would’ve been afraid to ask, more than afraid to know the answer, but that’s probably why she had slightly split herself, the slightly shyer safe-for-society girl, and the one that didn’t hesitate to make a disappearing trick with the vital organ of a thug. Quite the anti-social little girl. The dusky purple brightened into a neon violet, accompanied by less stiffness, a little more confidence in herself, despite still looking at the window every now and then.

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Not yet giving her a reason for his presence he comfortably made himself at home, exploring the kitchen side of her apartment. "What brings YOU here?" sounding off repeating her own question with a more curious tone. A annoying noise spilled from the kitchen, cabinets being slammed shut, drawers being recklessly searched, the clown rambled on throughout the commotion, "I pictured Miss Violet lurking in the shadows and popping happy pills at this time of night." appearing back into her living quarters, one hand pocketed a kitchen knife while the other peeled back a banana.

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The echo of her question brought a quick twitch, a little one easy enough to hide, Kei nonetheless narrowed her eyes at the criminal clown, shifting into a more solid fill of violet in her irises. One of her nails started digging into her arm through her sleeve; it kept her focused “No more happy pills for me.” The not-quite-right smile began to crawl across her face with a tilt of her head. some bad habits where rather hard to cure herself after, sure, there was enough willpower to get off the medical candy keeping her head blocked off from everyone else’s, but apparently not enough to block out a part of her that didn’t like being restricted.

A little, possibly, imaginary click went off in her head as it tilted in the opposite direction with a flutter of lashes and a little more smile. “Have you come up with any jokes that are actually funny yet?” she asked, voice pitched up to the imitation of America’s former Littlest Star, with the gold curls and blue eyes…as if she’d grown up and soured into something pale and dark and sporting a pair of blazing hot purple irises as the scales tipped slightly against sanity.

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Munching on the banana he discovered, keeping attention off Ecks for the moment while racoon eyes explored the room. The room was flattering, cute little nick nacks spread about, dark colors providing a twisted view, a place he'd consider spending the night over. The quiet observation broke.

Half chewed banana fragments flew from his mouth when she questioned his comedic abilities. "Didn't expect harsh treatment from such a gooood friend. We are friends? Aren't we?" eyes drifted to the banana mess on the carpet, "Not cleaning that up.. either."

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Keira smirked, not in the nicest way she was capable of, either. “Gooood friends” She tilted her chin up just a bit “Don’t make messes in friend’s homes.” Considering that bananas weren’t her favorite fruit, either, she took a step back closer to the door, not exactly planning on running out, though the way she eyed the pockets of the purple suit, she could have fooled some people.

“You should go. Someone must be waiting to slip on that peel somewhere.” Her head jerked for the door, a little voice in the back of her head was starting to panic at her actions getting bolder than sane people would have dared pretend to be around the demented clown, especially now, considering her favorite object of stalking was…gone. The smirk fell off quickly with that sobering thought, but her words still stood. But Kei did feel a little hesitant, considering that the Bat was gone, it was like losing one half of a pair, and that left the Bat’s best enemy…A fangirl was a fangirl...

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Eyeing her intently, words going through one ear and out the other, in any other circumstance now seemed like the most appropriate time to start slicing open faces. That was even debated, lusting a stare into her purple lilacs, the kitchen knife burning a hole in his purple coat pocket. "This wasn't a social visit." the words depressingly fell from his mouth at the thought of murdering Gotham's favorite lurker. "So, here's a proposition. Gotham's fun scale isn't exactly off the charts, mostly in due, to the death of one of my bestest friends.." Batman. Anyone could've put that together. A rare frown dwelled on the clown. Rare for many reasons, because usually the most of emotion anyone ever witnessed was howling laughter, having a real ole good time due in part to his personal parades of chaotic entertainment.

The encounter changed drastically when her kitchen knife came out of his coat and presented in his hand. The sharp weapon wasn't directed at her, exactly, "My fun march isn't over, for one, I don't buy the death of Batman." running a finger down over the edge of the knife, "It's fake. Just a pathetic attempt to shut me up." taking steps in her direction the clown got rather close.

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The knife didn’t spark enough emotion to break the girl’s poker face, but the frown, on the other hand, made a shadow cross her brow, her own lips arching into something barely a frown. The wall loomed right behind her, suddenly a few old strains of claustrophobia began to play in Keira’s head, striking small notes of panic that missed the Happy Pills desperately. The wall pressed against her back, Kei went into one of her silent spells without blinking, watching the scarred clown as her irises began turning a lighter shade of purple.

Fear rising a little didn’t do a thing compared to the paranoia that sparked up at the mention of the Bat. It was a silly hope, like expecting a new album from a hair band that’s been broken up forever, after the vital member died, or a good sequel to a good movie. “and what the hell are you planning to do about it?” she asked carefully quiet with the maniacal mime as close as he was. She wanted badly to believe and be able to find the bastard bat, but she hadn’t heard anything at all resembling his voice while her mind reading had returned.

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Following her into the wall, her back pushed against the dead end, calmly approaching like predators stalk prey. Intimidation wasn't the clowns intentions, though, it might have appeared that way when those fashionable purple gloves leaned on the wall with each hand relatively close to both sides of her head. The street to the dead end quickly narrowed down, no turning back, trapped by fear and curiosity of what the clown so eagerly had to say, "Cmon', little violet, you know the answer.."

Horrible breath melted off his yellow choppers, the disgusting aroma of his mouth enough to make a billy goat turn a nose. A fun example of how dangerously close the two were, distance was kept, a little, he didn't want her to feel completely frightened, however, he knew she wouldn't be and that further drove his obsessive eyes to peer deeper into hers. The tip of his tongue moistened over shiny chapped red lips, "Hm?" studying her face, hoping to hear what he wanted to hear.

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It was half out of trying to avoid the surprisingly bad breath of the clown and half trying to get out of the locked gaze that Kei turned away, thankful for not cutting her hair in a while and having a dark curtain to hide behind. It didn’t make the wall go away, though she knew what could. Bad breath made sense, along with the snake gaze; behind her safe little hiding place she bit her lip for a moment of clear thinking. Her nails started scratching lightly at the wall like she could really dig her way through.

She turned back to the scarred face and Beetlejuice hair. Wonder if that would work? Beetlejuice….Beetlejuice….the scarred lips, how many people would get to see that up close and get a good chance of walking away without injury? The red make up over the healed wounds was morbidly hypnotic as ever. Orchid irises managed to pull themselves back up to something like eye contact, though still a hairsbreadth from something like a premature stroke. “Weed him out?” by this point the oh so innocent kid was breathing shallow, possibly on the verge of a good old fashioned panic attack. or a Fangirlgasm. One of the two.

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The connection their eyes made when she'd often peek out from behind the cover of her hair proved to be a psychological battle for the clown. Her eyes. Precisely that, the unique color and impressiveness of the eyes fed his instinct to bring him here. It was the one weakness she had on him, the one thing that always made him second guess ending her life, the soul reason she was still alive. That quality kept him curious, kept him anxious to dive inside her mind if it meant the two would become closer. And that obsessiveness of her, not just her eyes, but herself, drove a desire to be closer. "Weed him out?" approving her question torn red lips stretched cheek to cheek, "M'hm.. weed him out.." nodding excitingly, "You're going to help me! Don't have to demand your help or even ask for it.. you WANT to help me." the murdering hands that had been pushing against the wall went into movement, gently at first, exploring the smoothness of her skin through the tip his purple gloves, gliding up the sides of her cheeks softly cupping her face. "Please, look at me.." the gentleness eased, he died to stare into his favorite color, aggressively holding her head in place forcing her to look into the direction of his racoon eyes, "D-don't you want to help me?" the question slivering through his glossy mangled lips like a snake.

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The purple tinting became a darker shade to match the shifts in emotion in her. Fear was just a little lining, surprise and wonder were they did look directly into the darker eyes, less fascinating at first glance, much more interesting when forced to look at them. The last thing she’d expected was to actually be held in place, with physical force, not being quite aware of the actual obsession of his with her irises, even as they kept shifting in hues and shades of the lovely color. Atleast with his hands at her face for the moment she didn’t have to worry about having her neck wrung, Kei followed instinct, putting a hand over the tie, it stopped quivering right away, facing fears head on had the effect every time. The panic attack’s chances fell sharply.

“I don’t want to help…” she began, still keeping the eye contact to avoid an animal-like shift in his ease, “…but don’t think I’ll do any better on my own…” Kei frowned quite bluntly, chomping down briefly on her lip. The worst thing that could happen was confirming the Bat was gone for good. Not much of a great let-down, although the fangirl in her was already buzzing with hope.

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Spontaneous laughter shattered the awkwardness, hands still bolted down to the sides of her face, the continuous laugh echoed out of his wide open mouth. He laughed in her face, literally. The laughter quieted when he snarled, his lips clamping together furiously, directing a more serious tone, "You have to understand he's really alive." purple gloved finger tips eased pushing into her cheeks, his hands became reassuring, petting her, "And that's not just some little hope to cling onto.. like.. you and me." eyebrows shifting upwards, the creases in his forehead revealed peach skin, he nodded staring at her adorably, hands not losing any attraction to caressing her face, "M'hm. You and me." tongue slid out over his bottom lip before reaching his upper lip, wetting the scars caked with red lipstick before leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.

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Any other clown, any other time, maybe the lilac eyed young lady would not have freaked the fuck out with a shriek audible despite being bottled up. She didn’t even have time to squirm before she went into autopilot and imploded into a cloud of dust, falling on the floor feet away with wide eyes and a plain shocked look on her features, poker face gone out the window and across the country. When guns and knives couldn’t work, leave it to human actions from inhuman beings to make Keira’s skin go into a mad kind of crawling.

She pushed the hair out of her face and crawled back into a crouch, eventually getting on her feet again and backing up some more, though she couldn’t settle on any one shade of purple, going from violet to lavender and back. Still alive…still alive…Even if she had been anywhere close to having some faith in the scarred clown, Kei was having more than doubt now.

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(reply from self)

The disappearing feat was more than enough surprise when the clowns eyelids opened up and he found his lips pressed against the flat surface of wall that Ecks was once pushed against. Blinking, his head cocked in three sixty direction, eyes curiously searching for the magician. She was finally discovered distancing herself away from him overwhelmed with shock and cold fear. A moment they both shared in common for the clown was shocked himself, glancing back from Eck's and to the spot she just vanished.

"What a neat trick!" excited, he slid his fingers over his lips giggling in joy, through the childish laughing the aroma of his breath bounced off his gloves and hit the insides of his nostrils, anxiously sniffing the smell and moving on to the next uncomfortable spot of Ecks, "Was it my breath?" giving her the sad clown face, stalking in her direction further never breaking posture, head twisted sideways in anticipation to hear her whimper out an answer, black eyes staring holes into her.

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Kei’s lips curled as she bit down on them, eyes narrowing at the clown, keeping her stiff spine straight despite her head spinning just ever so slightly. Slightly enough to make rainbow colored dots fade in and out of her vision. She was out of practice, the motion sickness was coming back, it made her a little thankful to not have eaten anything. She shook her head, it didn’t help the dizzy spell, but it cleared the dots, at least. The little bit of OCD left in her took the time to brush her mouth with the back of her sleeve, like the red lipstick was some horrid disease all its own. It probably was. She shuddered.

The dizzy girl took a step back; bumped into a table she didn’t recall and took a little deep breath after another. “Naw, no…it’s all of you.” Again she shut her eyes and blinked, wearing off the last bits of unsteady vision and evening out her breathing. Kei threw her hands up in front of her, a silly thing to do in retrospect, to keep some kind of distance because she wasn’t too keen on the thought of doing another performance just yet.