Kill or be killed.
WHO: The Joker, NPCs, & OPEN to Sharpay Evans (as well as anyone else who wants to join). WHAT: Joker is in disguise and selling the poisoned tap water in bottles. WHEN: Shortly after everyone starts blabbing on the graffiti boards. WHERE: A CVS store and random sidewalks of LA. RATING: M. STATUS: In progress... WARNINGS: As usual, it's the Joker. He's not nice. I do not write him nice. Be prepared should you choose to read this thread. NOTE: I'm in a fiction course and we had to draw six words from a hat and create a story, sometimes being told to start the sentence with 'but,' etc. This is my story.
The Joker causes tragedy.
By bottling the poisoned water disguised as 'natural spring water' in bottles, he would cause death and tragedy. He managed to get a case or two into a CVS, where the first bottle sold went into the hands of a man obsessed with his job. He had never missed a day nor been late in his career, but the effects of the water would make him late that day, until it would lead to missing days, and then at last, he wouldn't show to work at all.
The next two went to a father and a son. The father reacted immediately and crashed the car into oncoming traffic from violent vomiting. Another bottle was used to water plants, as the woman liked to "pamper" her foliage, and so on and so forth.
Once the Joker realized how ingenious this horrific ploy was, he set up shop on the sidewalks, playing the part of concerned neighbor and giving the water away. See, the people were stupid in their methods to help the others, blurting things on the boards, adding to the tragedy by allowing the evil to know what was causing the sickness.
When a silver-haired lady approached him to thank him, to shake his hand and say what a nice young man he was, the Joker smiled sweetly through his disguise and accepted the gratitude under false pretenses. That was how he would win her over, adding sugar to cyanide and hamming it up; that was how her cat would end up alone by the week's end.
After that supply ran out, the Joker returned home to fetch a new batch and moved to another sidewalk, another neighborhood, another desperate part of town. He was stopped, once, by the authorities, but it did not occur to them that he was committing a crime. No, they too regarded him as the elderly woman had and revered him as a hero, to which he cooed and shook his head, stating that they were Los Angeles true heroes. And he saw them off by giving away his last bottle, playing off the irony and "destiny" of the situation.