Endless Epitaph

The Players : Lois and Clark
Where : Metropolis, KS
When : February 3rd, 2009
Rating : Its Clark.
Notes : A talk. Its needed right?

Clark was focused on the police blog as Lois was on the phone, but that didnt mean he couldn't hear what she was saying. He wasn't eavesdropping because he'd never use his powers like that. But on this end of the conversation the guy she met in Chicago was asking her to come back to help her with something.

And it involved the Joker. Which made him worry about Lois.

The last time she was in the vacinity of the Joker, Clark had to blur his way over to Chicago to save her. Odds are he'd have to do that again. He didnt want anything bad to happen to Lois. But her suddenly leaving put thier already delayed talk on hold.

They were supposed to meet the night before but Lois got called out on a story and Clark had to do some rescues. So, they both agreed to wait until after work tonight. But with her leaving, Clark decided to take some initiative. He still had no clue what he felt or was going to say. But he knew he wanted to talk to her before she left.

Clark gave her time to get home before going over to her place. He just hoped they could talk before she had to get to the airport.

Taking a deep breath Clark knocked on Lois' apartment door.

The Players : Ukitake, and whoever shows up
Where : Bodego Bay, CA
When : February 3rd, 2009.
Rating : PG-13 so far
Notes : Ukitake is in a gigai, a 'false body' that resembles his own, and dressed as close to the American norm as he can, but to anything with a sixth sense he's pretty much 'not from around here'.


Thirteenth Division was spread thin already, running communications from the main divisions and the scouts scattered around the human world. Unohana-san hadn't liked the idea of releasing him to active duty so soon, but there just wasn't enough bodies to go around for all the work, and Jushiro refused to be a burden on his subordinates.

America was his assigned scouting territory, and he was glad he knew as much English as he did thanks to Hershey, Pennsylvania. If there was a paradise on this world, that town was its embodiment.

The best course of action was to start on one coast and work his way across the country if he could, searching for Aizen's trail. Soul Society didn't deal too much with the Western countries, they had their own oni and troubles. Hollows had never been reported past China, so the Gotei had focused their attentions on their homelands, but thanks to Aizen's malice and ingenuity, they were forced to expand their attentions.

"Oh! A bagel shop!"

It was a major hardship.

The Players : Xander
Where : Chicago, IL
When : February 3rd, 2009.
Rating : PG-13, but could go higher. Depends on what goes down.
Notes : Forget notes, just give me some cowbell.

The day started out fine.

Xander had a good breakfast, worked out for a bit. He was starting his new job at The Tool Box, a local hardware store and home decour place, in a few days.

After the death of his boss from the bar, it was closed by his family who had no interest in owning a bar. So he and his friends were out of a job. It was just as well, Xander mostly worked there for a lack of anything else available at the time.

But when he got home from the grocery store, that’s when things took a turn.

He placed the bags on the counter and turned the police scanner on, he often listened to it, just in case anything sounded supernatural.

Wished it were this time. But it wasn’t.

The scanner went off with a loud siren sound. And it only took one sentence to give him pause.

“Attention all units, attention all units. We have a 187 at Hailey’s Comics. Suspect is a male, green hair. Believed to be the Joker and his accomplice Harley Quinn. All units be advised…suspect is armed and very dangerous. Proceed with caution”

187…Xander raced through some of the police codes he had written down so he’d recogonize them. He stopped cold when he realized 187 was a murder.

“Alli…” Xander whispered to no one but with fear in his voice.

He dropped the eggs he had been holding to the ground as he raced out of the apartment and headed to the comic book shop. It was about a mile away from his place. No way would he get near that place fast with all the commotion that would be surrounding the place.

It took about ten minutes, but he got there. Crowds were gathered around the barricades trying to see what was going on. Whispering to each other what they heard.

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The Players : Harley Quinn (open)
Where : Metropolis, Kansas. Lois's apartment.
When : February 3rd, 2009.
Rating : PG13.
Notes : Harley hears that the Joker has a new playmate.


Harley sat inside Lois’s apartment and watched television. After getting back from her midnight visit to her mother and sister’s graves, Harley had thought long and hard about what she wanted to do with her life now. And… She was no closer to making a decision that she was when she started.
Days passed and life continued with Lois leaving to do her job and Harley was left behind in the apartment to think and regret.

She had committed crimes while with the Joker and even though she had been heavily drugged and programmed by him she couldn’t just so easily dismiss what she had done. She needed to pay for those crimes but how? Going back to Arkham would be a death sentence for her and even if she were to survive she would probably end up more insane than they already thought she was.

“They call themselves doctors in that place? How come not a single damn one ever noticed I had drugs in my system or recognize the signs of brain washing the Joker put me through?” Harley suddenly said out loud.

Getting up Harley started to pace. “I could go to prison for the crimes but then no one gets helped, I’m locked up for what I did but wasn’t really responsible for.”

Letting out a frustrated groan, Harley sunk to a chair in front of the T.V. “What I need is some way to make amends for what was done by me but things done when I was not in control.” Looking up at the ceiling Harley made a half hearted appeal to God. “How about some kind of sign on what I should do?”

Hearing no grand voice from above or seeing any of the plants in Lois’s apartment burst into flames, Harley sighed and turned her attention to the television.

“This just in from our Chicago affiliate. It would seem the clown menace of Gotham has decided to make the windy city his newest plaything along with his criminal sidekick of Harley Quinn. A series of brutal murders this last week was thought to be the work of the Joker as the victims were found with their faces twisted in a gruesome parody of a smile but police officials were not completely convinced.”

Harley winced remembering those people in the alley she had helped to kill before shaking her head violently. “I was under the Joker’s control. It wasn’t my fault… Entirely.”

Then came security footage from a museum showing the Joker not even attempting to hide his face. Eyewitness reports state that at that time his sidekick Harley Quinn had helped a newspaper reporter to escape from the Joker’s grasp.”

Harley smiled remembering that moment as being the beginning of her breaking the Joker’s control over her.

“But whatever change of heart the murderous partisan of the Joker had must have been short lived because we now have footage of a comic book store massacre that Harley Quinn participated in.”

Harley’s face turned white. She didn’t help kill anyone at a comic book store did she? Sure her memories were a little scattered from the drugs Joker had kept her on but Harley loved comic books, surely she would have remembered having been in one.

“Here is the footage from the security camera that was shot just last night. You can see Harley Quinn has modified her costume and makeup, perhaps in a badly conceived notion of throwing off the authorities? In any case you can clearly see the Joker taking from her several packages and thanking her for suggesting ways of killing innocent patrons of the store. The packages later exploded killing several emergency workers and firemen called to the scene…”

Harley feeling the intense need to throw up turned off the T.V. and stared at the now blank screen.

“That was not me!” She yelled at the off set. “Mr. J. replaced me so quickly?” Harley shook her head. “So not the point! The point is, I’ve stopped being his punching bag and crime accessory and I’m still getting blamed for it.” Harley’s face turned pure white as the implications of the newscast fully set in.

“It also means some poor probably innocent girl is being force feed drugs and brainwashing and is being molded into being the Joker’s newest plaything. I… I… Can’t let that happen. Not again, not to someone else.”

But what could she do? She couldn’t go to the police and tell that that. They would lock her up on sight.

Suddenly Harley remembered that the Joker had kept a ‘safe’ house in Metropolis. He kept such safe places to hide in many major cities in case things got too hot in Gotham and Harley just remembered where the one in Metropolis was located. There she could find some of her old costumes to wear when she confronted him and a cache of money she could use to get back to Chicago.

But first she would need to seek out some of Metropolis’s more criminal members and purchase one last thing. A high powered hand gun. Whatever it took Harley vowed to herself that she wouldn’t let another person suffer at the hands of the Joker like she had. It was time that the clown went down.

Harley paused as she started to rush out of Lois’s apartment and for a brief moment she thought about writing a letter to Lois explaining where she was going and what she had to do and how much Harley appreciated everything the woman reporter had done for her. But Harley knew the letter would be too much like a suicide note because Harley fully expected she probably wouldn’t survive her confrontation with the Joker, but as long as she stopped him permanently that was all that mattered.

“If I leave a letter Lois is bound to come after me to stop me, and I can’t have that.” Harley finally said out loud to herself. Walking to the door she turned to look back at the room. “So I guess this is goodbye. With luck you’ll think I just took off and won’t know where I went till everything is settled.” With a tear in her eye Harley told the empty room. “Goodbye L.L. You were the closest I ever had to having a best friend.”

Quietly Harley turned the knob that would lock the door behind her and leaving the apartment she shut the door.

The Players : The Joker and Alli
Where : Chicago
When : February 3rd, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R just in case.
Notes : C sharp and F flat.



The Joker walked the streets of Chicago bundled up in a trench coat with a hat jammed over his head to cover his green hair from being seen.
Who the coat and hat belonged to, Joker had no idea but the evening news would have a report about a man found in the snow dead but with a large smile on his face.

Joker's search for the annoying reporter and his rebellious rag doll Harley had gone nowhere and he was getting frustrated. And a frustrated Joker was a dangerous Joker. Not that the Joker was ever 'safe' in the first place but right now he really wanted to kill someone, preferably Harley Quinn or Lois but they weren't around at the moment.
But Joker was the type of person that fully believed that if you couldn't kill the ones you wanted to, kill the ones you were with.

He had just about decided to randomly walk into a department store and start killing when he spotted a flash of blue hair in a comic book shop. Pulling to a halt, Joker stared through the window and tried to remember what was it about blue hair?

Suddenly an image came to him of the night the reporter Lois Lane had escaped from him the first time. He remebered a blue haired woman whom he had shot at and had called him....What was it again? Ah yes, Kermit the Clown.

Joker's smile grew even more sinister looking as he watched her through the window. He needed a victim to while away the time until he found Harley or Lois Lane and he had found his 'volunteer'.

Whistling slightly off tune, he opened the door to the comic shop and strolled in.

The Players : Lois Lane & Clark Kent.
Where : The Daily Planet, Metropolis, Kansas.
When : February 2st, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R just in case.
Notes : Oh look, Lois.

The bustle and noise around the Daily Planet barely registered with Lois as she sat staring at her computer, her morning coffee already cold and long forgotten. She had just finished working on a story about the most recent murder in Metropolis and it was a little worrying. After everything she’d found out in Chicago thanks to Xander, Lois was starting to look at all of the strange crimes in Metropolis with a new point of view. Just how many of them over the years were really solved and not some kind of cover up or undiscovered preternatural incident? Were the string of brutal hack and slashes she’d written over the past few months due to vampires or a demon? After all, not everything had to be done by human hands or a meteor infected psycho. How did a person manage to tell the difference in this day and age?

And where was the Blur? How did that murder get by him? Not that she saw him as some supreme omnipotent being, but he’d managed to save her in Chicago but couldn’t save a life in what seemed to be his base of operations? Too many questions and not enough answers.

She picked up her phone and checked her messages with a sigh. Things had been a little busy since returning to Metropolis but Lois was still insisting that Harley stay with her until they got her free of the Joker and hopefully any legal matters. She was already on the search for a lawyer who would be willing to work on their behalf. God knew who exactly she could trust for this kind of delicate matter, but she wanted all of her options covered.

Lois looked up from her phone as she sat it back down with a slight frown on her face as she heard the familiar squeak of the chair across from hers. She looked over at Clark doing whatever it was he was doing at his desk and resisted the urge to speak up about his squeaky chair again. Oh no, she wasn’t going to play that game today. She was still feeling snubbed and unimportant since coming back home and playing the banter game, which she’d normally enjoy, would just remind her about how up in the air things were. One of these days they were going to have to actually have ‘The Talk’, the question was, who would bring it up first?

Screw it. She was Lois Lane. She didn’t cower before a challenge. She charged head on into situations and this was no different. It couldn’t be, otherwise she’d turn into one of those pining romance heroines and Lois would rather die than let that happen. So she steeled herself for the ‘faceoff’ and stared straight at Clark. “So.. Clark." The fact she wasn't calling him Smallville was a hopefully an attention grabber. "We need to talk.”

Straight to the point? Blunt? Demanding? Eh, it would work.

The Players : Dean and Sam Winchester, Anyone in the area
Where : Salem, Mass.
When : February 1, 2009.
Rating : PG13
Notes : Dean and Sam just finished working a haunting in a nearby town. Time to move on to another town.

The brothers had stuck around Salem to make sure that the ghosts haunting the old reform school. It had been two days and all was clear. No more demonic spirits or regular spirits haunting that place.

Sam and Dean are packing their bags.

"So, where we headed to next," Dean asked.

"Decatur, Illinois. Over the last month three people were killed by a mysterious flying creature."

"Flying demon huh? Like Jeepers Creepers," Dean asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. Also gives us a chance to check out the Lincoln Theater."

"Oh yeah....isnt that one of the haunted theaters? One-Armed Red I think is the name of one them."

"So, the stories say. As for this creature, I'm not sure what we're going to be up against. It doesn't sound like anything we've come across."

"Well, with Lilith and her games and the Apocalypse beating down our back door, I think we might be seeing a lot of things we've never come across before," Dean said with a shrug.

Dean pulls out his cell phone and checks something on it.

"What," Sam asked.

"Nothing. After we handle the job, we'll head to Chicago. That's where Bobby said that antique shop is right? The one that can store the card?"

"Yeah. So, no calls?"

Dean shook his head and pocketed his phone. "Let's go Sammy," he zips up his bag. "New monster to kill."

After loading up the Impala, the car roared down the road to the next town.

The Players : Buffy Summers.
Where : Metropolis, Kansas.
When : February 2nd, 2009.
Rating : PG13 – R just in case.
Notes : I forgot to take notes! Can I borrow yours?

The afternoon was chilly but not uncomfortably so, or so Buffy told herself as she sat on the bench on the sidewalk. She was pretending to read a magazine while staking out the orphanage across the street. Dubbed St. Catherine’s, it was the closest orphanage to the last murder that matched the pattern Buffy was following. Unfortunately, her research had shown no sign of a Sister Margaret. But as her gaze stayed on the building, watching a couple of the nuns who were supervising the children in the playground, she could just sense something was off about the place.

She turned a page in her magazine to keep up with her facade and arched an eyebrow at its contents. It was an article about the most eligible bachelors in the business industry. It dawned on her that she hadn’t even noticed what magazine she’d bought until now. Was it Forbes or People? Did matter anymore? She shook her head until she skimmed the article, noticing that Oliver Queen had made the list. Was it a reminder by someone that she should call him? Sure, there were reasons why she shouldn’t, but they were actually fewer than she realized. And considering who he was, maybe he’d be willing to help her. She thought about asking him to offer a donation to the orphanage and then take a look at the facilities, only she could tag along... But while it sounded good it also sounded like some kind of convoluted excuse to get together. She didn’t want to seem like some kind of pushy crazy woman. Besides, he was the one to ask her for her number, right? There was also the fact that she’d probably have to explain why exactly she wanted to get inside without arousing suspicion, which would mean explaining her hunt. It was one thing to talk about vampires when you have evidence right in front of you. Despite his weird desire to carry a mini crossbow, which she currently had on her (as well as a Mr. Pointy and a seventeen inch dagger hidden under her black woolen pea coat), she wasn’t sure he’d believe a nun using magic or something to kill people for the happiness of orphans. Hell, it sounded a little crazy to her and this was her life!

Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes. She was putting too much thought into this. She should just go inside, follow the slayer sense, slay, and run. But the nun was likely human which put the kibosh on slaying. She supposed she could call in Riley to arrest the woman or even offer her up to the council for lock up, but neither was a guarantee of containment until she understood exactly how Margaret was working her mojo. With a sigh, Buffy realized that this was probably going to be a long afternoon…

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The Players : Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King. Others welcomed.
Where : Roswell, New Mexico
When : February 3rd.
Rating : R probably, King likes to use the F word a lot.
Notes : Just doing the usual.

Since their Nightstalkers cell was decimated Abby and King hadn’t directly joined another group. Even though the Daystar virus did kill all the vampires within a mile or so of Drake’s demise, there was no shortage of the bloodsuckers globally. The duo had been traveling anywhere there had been vast reports of humans disappearing. The team with some help of fellow Nightstalkers had been able to take down three of the horrific blood harvesting facilities so far.

At present time the pair was tracking down some leads in Roswell, New Mexico. The sunny desert locale wasn’t the typical area for vamps to dwell, however when trying to find something they were known to go anywhere. The Nightstalkers knew since Drake was a failure the bloodsuckers would try to find another means for them to be able to walk in the sun and give them a increased chance against Blade and the Nightstalkers.

Curious and frightened looks were given to the duo when they walked into some small café. Abby as per usual was wearing a simple tank top, black jeans, black leather archery gloves, a quiver of arrows slung over her back, her bow holster on her left hip, and gun holster on the right hip. King was wearing his favorite light armor vest with signature Hello my name is ‘Fuck You’ sticker on, with blue jeans, and shoulder and hip gun holsters. Without waiting to be seated they sat themselves at the booth with the best view of the surroundings.

The Players : Naomi Glover, Blade (Puppet)
Where : The Bodega Bay Inn located in Bodega Bay, California.
When : February 2st, 2009.
Rating : R just in case.
Notes : New characters, new puppets, and an original character. Horror shows!

The sound of thunder echoed through the worn down building as lightning crashed dangerously close to the cliffside inn. The Bodega Bay Inn had long been closed due to mysterious murders over the years that still sat unsolved in the boxes of case files in the local precinct’s basement. Rumor had it the place was cursed ever since a mysterious suicide of one Andre Toulon in the 1940s, though the first wave of deaths in the building hadn’t occurred until 1989, which was soon followed by the murder of then owner Megan Gallagher. Even so, rumors spiraled out from there and no business thrived there after that and further murders followed through the years. Still, it hadn’t stopped the lease from constantly changing hands in continuous failures to revive the once beautiful retreat.

As it was, the inn was once again under new ownership by a woman named Chiyo Yamada who was always interested in renovating old and somewhat historical buildings, particularly those with questionable pasts. She also had a tendency to send willing members of her family to do further investigation after her purchases, which was exactly how her eldest daughter Naomi Glover found herself alone and trying in vain to get the generator working again. It was an older model and was in disrepair but the real estate agents at assured her mother that it still functioned properly, though the man had encouraged the thought of replacing it. Naomi was beginning to see why and had she been the type to do so she’d be gone and telling the real estate agent off in a wave of fury. Instead, she merely smothered her frustration with a figurative pillow.

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