Gabe Novak is "Joe King" (likegravity) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-13 21:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | joker, pretty colleen |
Who: The Joker and Janet, with special guest star: Gabe!
What: Epic reuniting.
Where: Joker HQ by Hamartia
When: Sometime this week.
Warnings: Janet ends the log in a body bag. You have been warned.
Janet had always had this strange idea that getting a better job would equate with no longer having the desire to steal. After all, she stole to emulate the high society lifestyle. If she could brush it from the back of her own labor, why should she continue shady dealings? Unfortunately, she was beginning to find that there seemed to be another reason for her constant dabbling in theft.
It was fun.
Though her first paycheck from Centro made her feel like a billionaire, Janet wasn’t satisfied. It wasn’t until she lifted a necklace from one of her customers that she felt truly accomplished. She couldn’t quite explain it, and she didn’t exactly want to figure it out. Learning defeated the mystery, after all. It’s why she had stubbornly done mediocre work in school. If you knew that science existed instead of magic, why believe in fairies?
So that was how Janet, the 24 year old waitress at a swanky restaurant that served rich people nonsense, found herself in a 35 dollar outfit, walking the streets of Rainier Valley. She had just come back from a scan of Bellevue, skirting the gated community within and focusing on the shopping district. Nice gentlemen and posh ladies were always willing to have a small chat with the charming redhead that always had something interesting to say. She had walked away with one watch, three bracelets, and two rings in the small pouch hidden against her inner thigh. It was a system she had created years ago: touch the object, blink it into a sack. It never failed.
As she approached her apartment building, the dilapidated Hamartia, Janet noticed a rather antsy looking thug on the opposite side of the street. He was just standing there with an athletic bag around his neck, gaze alert as if he were waiting for something. Normally, she’d dismiss this kid altogether, but her gaze fell on a very shiny, very interesting looking key dangling from his belt loop. She wasn’t sure why, but Janet was suddenly filled with want. She wanted that key. She wanted it more than she had wanted anything else. And given how well the day had gone, she was confident that she could get it quite easily.
So imagine her surprise when Janet found herself bundled up in the arms of the little punk’s muscular friend. And this wasn’t the fun bundled up, either. This was hands on her mouth, arm wrapped around her torso, slurs being thrown bundled up. She wasn’t even sure how it happened, really. She had the key, she knew that. Then she was leaving. Then someone else came. Then there was yelling. Then someone had a hand on her hair and didn’t let go.
Though she kicked and screamed and made a fuss, she was easily subdued. Every time she tried to escape, a blow landed somewhere on her. The first fell on her left cheek, though the bulkier thug quickly reprimanded his friend for such an assault. It had something to do with sex, but she hadn’t quite caught it. She was focused on attempting to squirm away, which again earned a comment about sex. Just as she was about to attempt a snappy comeback that would have surely gotten them to leave her alone because of the comedic genius she possessed, Janet watched them get dressed.
Both put on hideous clown masks, the kind of masks she had seen on the news footage of the robbery that shook Jimmy and Brigs down to their bones. It was at that point, after the horrifying comments and abuse, that Janet really began to feel fear.
By the time they reached the warehouse, she was screaming bloody murder. They dragged her inside, past several rows of equally dressed clowns. Several hoots and hollers followed her as she was pulled inside, through a labyrinth of hallways that she couldn’t hope to keep track of. She heard several calls about the boss and how he handled upstarts, how they hoped she’d be thrown to them for a few minutes before he offed her. But she didn’t care. She just wanted away from these fucking clowns, out of this fucking warehouse, and back in her fucking apartment.
No such luck, buttercup.
The doors to the main office opened, revealing a man sitting at a desk. Janet only noticed one thing about him: his face was smeared in clown makeup. Though the thug holding her had a hand clamped over her mouth, she let out a shrill shriek that made both boys groan uncomfortably.
“Boss!” the bulky one called, shaking Janet slightly. “We caught this bitch trying to steal from us.”
“She lifted the key right from my belt!” the other interjected. “We thought you’d like to deal with her personally.”