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The Joker (thekillerjoke) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-25 12:50:00

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arrival, complete, day 9, joker, mad hatter

Having the last laugh (Complete)
Who: The Joker(thekillerjoke) and ANYONE
What: Joker arrives to Mirage after stepping through a door and onto a beach. Obviously, the clown prince of crime is very confused... doesn't stop him from having a smile on his face.
Where: By the beach
When: Day 9, 1:58pm
Status: COMPLETE
Rating: PG, because the Joker is a tad bit crazy.

It was yet another victorious night for the Harlequin of Crime as another pair of victims fell to the Jokers powerful influence. Tonight was a night for celebration and he had all ready suited up in his 'Sunday' best. He had rummaged through his closet for his best purple suit, had combed those fine green hairs of his into a perfectly sheen style, polished those shoes of him(which had become encrusted with blood as of late) and of course, made his henchmen do the same. Their victim of the evening was one of the famous millionaires in Gotham.

"Oh how tragic it will be," the Joker said out loud to himself as he stood before an enormous mirror adjusting his tie and bringing a small can of cologne to his neck, "can't wait to see the sad looks on their face when they realize their pet bat won't be coming to join them."

A chilling laughter tore the silence of the room as a few of his henchmen began to laugh like some puppets. Joker eyes them all with his cunning look before spraying some 'cologne' on himself. There was a henchmen with red and white mask covering his face that got a clean whiff of the stuff and began to gag- after a few minutes of struggling on the floor it was only the Jokers laughter the continued to ring in the stern air.

"My, my, I guess I'm just that drop-dead gorgeous, ain't I boys? Clean this mess up."

At once, three men began to pull the corpse out of the room as the rest followed the Joker to the vans and vehicles parked outside their nifty hide out. About a block away in the old forgotten portion of Gotham stood a warehouse where- underneath the first floor, were his victims... surrounded by gas tanks and what not. Obviously, if Joker didn't make it in time to kill them himself, he was sure to enjoy the fireworks display if anyone tried to save them. Yes, he was a ruthless killer indeed.

But despite the hateful nature of his crimes, he always thought on the positive end. One dead millionaire gave way to the other poor fools littering the town, he was actually doing a public service. Of course, the moor rich people there were the more victims he'd have... it barely dawned on him that he should have been collecting their bones for safe keeping. A few minutes of driving led them to a halt and finally, with a cheerful and happy mood, he jumped out of the van and waltzed through two rusted double doors.

"Give us a second boys, we got an urgent topic discuss." He rose an arm to stop any of his goons from entering the building, they all moved back nervously watching as the Joker disappeared into the warehouse.

Useless untalented dimwits, he thought to himself as he pulled out a control from his pocket, you lend them a hand and they go for your foot. Having henchmen was a serious thing to Joker. His numbers had increased amazingly and he considered it a problem: the more men under your lead always meant someone was loosing their fear. He wanted to keep them on their toes after all so took the liberty of rigging each van (four in count) with a few C4 and dynamite. If they weren't killed by the explosion then they would learn their lesson and get a raise. It was that simple. Other then that, Joker preferred the solitary work. His entire being concentrated and bringing mayhem to Gotham and making the Batman tremble in his sleep. Even now as he walked through the bottom floor of the warehouse, he couldn't help but think of the only person who could ever prevent anything from happening...

Harley...

That demented nitwit was locked up in Arkham at the moment after 'romantically' placing herself in harms way to protect him. How touching...not. Oh how he disliked having her company(sometimes), how he wished someone would put her out of her misery(a shotgun would do nicely) so that she could get out of his hair. The Joker had no intentions of getting her out and was taking his moments of freedom to have fun.

Nearing the end of a rather dimly lit corridor, Joker began to hear the small sniffles and moans of a child- he was getting close. His hands indistinctly went into his pocket as he extracted a knife before taking a few more steps forward in a strut.

"Oh dear me, it's so dark in her, how ever will I get through this dump?" He cried making his voice as high pitched as possible, a shrill cry from somewhere down the hall echoed in response to his mock- the Joker began to laugh.

"You! What do you want!" A voice called out of the darkness as the Joker continued to move forward, lurking through the dark like an animal closing in to its pray. "If it's money you want I can-"

"Believe me kind sir when I say," Joker interrupted quickly finding a bit of an offense out of the mans words taking up the personage of an old English man, "but the only thing I'm here for is your heads."

A child cried, a wife moaned, the man stuttered trying to find words but nothing was any use. Joker moved his hand towards the wall making the knife of his scrape over the metal surface sending a chilling-churning sound through the air... as if his laugh was any better.

He was enjoying himself now, jumping here and there, prancing about before finally arriving at the doorway where the three victims were being kept. He could see them through the light from the window. The orange lights from outside came in and fell upon the red bandages covering their eyes and the white sheets tying their hands and ankles together. He moved forward and stared upon the three feeling no pity, no remorse... just a never-ending glee and excitement. Oh how amazing it was to take a life- especially with people of such a high 'standard'.

"Well, well." He said leaning against a barrel looking down at their pitiful state with the same thick mocking tone in his voice, "bet you didn't think you were gonna die this early in life did you?"

"Please..." the man cried lifting his blind-folded eyes up at his voice, "please, not my daughter and wife... please... I'll do-"

"But there's nothing you can do!" Joker laughed flying to his side and taking a firm hold of the mans neck, his knife inches from the mans cheek, "Especially since your daughters going first."

The wife screamed, the child went pale but Joker seemed unchanged. He really wasn't going to kill them- at least not with his bare hands. He liked to play with his victims- toy with them until he made them see just how useless they were. He moved over to the child and lifted her up placing her on a barrel before removing the blindfold from over her eyes- tears were all ready rushing down her cheeks.

"There, there, my dear. Look! I'll do a little magic trick if you stop crying." The child looked at the mans scarred face before looking down sobbing gently. Joker was not impressed. He didn't care what age group they were- the crowd always paid attention. "Fine." He said taking a hold of the girls chin and raising it up to him. "I'll show it to you anyway, voila!"

Behind him, a long drape fell from nowhere lighting up the room immediately. The room at once was filled with an ominous blue light as hundreds of barrels and fireworks became visible...blue light...hold on a sec...

"What in blazes name is that?"

Where a furnace room should have been visible there stood a rather dark sky and a windy beach. The window panes didn't shake or make a noise but by the waves were threatening the beach bank, the Joker could see that there was a very serious amount of rain and wind to make an islander nervous. He stood there perplexed as the child turned to look at him blankly, she wasn't crying anymore.

"Oh don't critique." He said shoving the child off the barrel as he made his way towards the window panes that took up the whole far wall of the room, "that wasn't the punchline."

What was this? Where was the rest of the building, why was there a beach in the middle of Gotham? His hands were on the pain and he felt them....cold...instead of hot like they were supposed to be. His eyes moved from the edge of the glass to where a door stood. With no hesitation what soever, he walked towards the door and pulled it open- at once, a gush of wind pulled him backwards making him fall beside the child who just starred at him blankly unsure f to laugh or cry some more. He glared at her.

"Oh buzz off."

He extended an arm towards her and touched her arm. At once, a bolt of electricity passed through the child and left her unconscious, he simply got back up and manned the door pulling himself through it. There wasn't any hard floor beneath him only sand. He turned to his
right.... he turned to his left...he was standing on a beach.

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday." He tried to cheer himself up beginning to walk backwards expecting himself to hit the door- but it never came... instead, the win kept pushing him violently backwards before finally falling on his tush starring around him. The door was gone, any signs of a factory were no longer visible and the pounding wind and drenching rain continued on. It was a new page in history: the day the Joker couldn't find a laugh in him.

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hattermadness
2008-07-26 12:18 pm UTC (link)

The Hatter strode across the beach, unbothered by the wind and rain, even as it soaked through his suit. The day before he'd locked himself away in his room, the whole love fiasco two suns before had thrown him off, so he stayed inside and tinkered with the watches and other mechanical tinkering toys he'd been provided. He'd even made himself a new hat, which he wore now. The head dress had the shape of a proper top hat, glass along the inside and out, with gears and springs between them making up several clock faces. Though some made no sense at all; along the brim were numbers, the body of the had has several hands pointing at numbers and colored jewels and days, as for the very top, there were three dials pointing to several moods.

The Hatter quite liked it, and the object was heavy enough to remain on his head despite the wind. How he managed to keep it balanced was a wonder, but he didn't think about it.

The purple clad figure sitting in the sand caught his attention as he walked, heading towards him curiously. A grin crossed his own features upon getting a better look. Pale skin, red smile, green hair... It almost matched the Hatter; his own lips painted red, eyes shadowed with gold to match the gears in his hat, and of course his own face was pale with white powder on top of that. Of course, whatever was not protected by the brim of his hat was mussed by the rain.

"You ought to have a hat." He pointed out, looking down at the Joker. It might've been polite to offer a hand, help the man up, but really -- what did the Hatter know or care about common courtesy? Instead he simply grinned down at him, swinging an umbrella around in his hand like a cane. (He'd found it by the door, and thought it was nifty looking, spiraled colors and all.) "You've just been invited?" Hatter asked, wondering if the other had just been transported here like he had.

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-26 03:33 pm UTC (link)

How puzzling indeed, the Joker found himself in quite a predicament. He turned behind him and saw nothing but a sandy beach outstretching the shore while before him an ocean in rage roared before him. This was quite a bit magic he'd conjured up indeed! The clown prince couldn't help but laugh at his own joke opening his mouth so that nasty sea water entered making him gag. It wasn't funny anymore- the Joker was upset.

"You ought to have a hat. You've just been invited?"

Hearing someone speak around him caught him rather off guard- not to mention, it was like some tempest out her,e the man seemed so calm. Feeling rather embarrassed at his certain situation, he got to his feet, the green hair of his waving madly in the wind but still- he stood strong and firm, that same red grin of his on his face.

Well, well, this was an awkward surprise. This newcomer looked oddly familiar... something of what Joker would consider the classical jester. But honestly, what was this all about? The mans hat was rather intriguing...was a loony?

"What goods a hat when you got mother nature raining on your parade?" He tried a hit for a joke but honestly- he was still baffled by the entire incident. "One can't go around tipping a hat to mother nature for mercy." He laughed...Red would have slapped him easily with that comment.

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hattermadness
2008-07-27 11:38 am UTC (link)

"A hat is always good. Especially during a parade." He insisted very matter-of-fact, looking around for a moment as if expecting a parade as it was mentioned. When he spotted nothing but the same weathered beach he returned his attention to the Joker, his grin fading to little more then the slightest curve of his lips.

"Mercy." He repeated, making a face of disapproval at the concept, and swung about the umbrella as he turned away from the beach. "This way then. No point in standing about in the rain." Hatter instructed, tone almost chastising the other as if he hadn't been walking around in the same weather himself just moments ago. A fact he promptly decided was no fault of his own. Surely he had been out to collect this new fellow who looked very much like himself (even if the fool had no hat).

"Ah!" After several long strides, he paused and swept the hat off his head, having forgotten to introduce himself. "I am the Hatter and --" He stopped, brows furrowing at catching sight of the top of his hat where the hands had stopped on no moods at all, which was obviously quite wrong as he'd gone through a few emotions recently. Tapping the glass and starting to walk again, he quite forgot about his companion, concerned that his hat was broken. It would be quite a shame. He would be late (his watch was still a day behind and three hours ahead {and it wasn't even supposed to show HOURS }) and unfeeling at this rate.

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-28 10:19 am UTC (link)

Joker laughed at this personage bending over slightly at his complete misunderstanding of a punchline created something realistic. He could help but hold onto his knees as he saw the guy look around- was he really expecting a parade?

Despite the fact he didn't like to be told what to do, he felt the only safe call at the moment would be to follow the guy. Where the hell was he, what was the deal with this guy, where was Gotham... and why was it raining cats and dogs in this place? His eyes had been paying more attention to their surroundings until the man turned around to introduce himself... then he just....well, trailed off(he laughed at his choice of diction)

Jokers eyes narrowed suspiciously at the man as he began to mess with the hat of his. It was as if he had completely forgotten about him, Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, the bringer of all terrors in Gotham, the liberator! Obviously, this place(he took the liberty of giving everything around him, even a small shell lying beside him, a very nasty glance) didn't exactly know who he was or what he was capable of. In all truth, he should have been welcomed on bended knees with bags of money in order to persuade him into sparring their miserable home. But, despite how insulting this Hatter person was, he earned some points for the very 'in style' attire. The guy was probably not that bad. Talking about the Hatter, Joker turned and realized that he was all ready marching off further so he made an effort to catch up to him running to get before him in attempts to halt him.

"The Hatter, I get it!" he gave his signature laugh off pretending to wipe away a tear despite of all the rain hitting his face, "I have a friend back at Gotham who goes by the same name, how peculiar is that? With a name like that, I can only imagine just how animated your character can be. I'm The Joker, put it there you handsome devil you..."

Little did The Hatter know that in that gloved hand of his laid a five-thousand volt Joy Buzzer that could leave him as a fried pulp .Of course, because Joker was 'merciful' (there goes the laugh again) he had brought it down to thirty volts, he would get but a simple and minor shock. It would hurt and most definitely wouldn't kill.

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hattermadness
2008-07-28 12:22 pm UTC (link)

Hatter beamed as the hat started working again, all the hands ticking away nicely. After which he put it back in its place atop his head, and looked back at the Joker, who hurrying to step in his path. He stopped, brows furrowed as his name was repeated, and suggested that some one else was going about with his name. "Taken my name? Well I never! I'll have him beheaded if he turns up here." He said, not pleased with that development. Hatter was not one to appreciate competition when it came to who he was, it was bad enough Alice suggested he was a creation of her mind, now someone was pretending to be him...

"Put what where?" Hatter glanced at the other's hand, shrugging slightly and shaking it. His eyes went wide and he cried out at the shock, pulling his hand away. Rubbing the palm of his hand, he looked back to the Joker. "That was sho~cking!" There was no anger across his features. Surprise and pain, yes, but it didn't stop him from taking the strange man's hand again (more carefully this time, mind) to look at the small device. Amazing! Such power in a tiny little thing, why hadn't he ever thought to create something like that?

"Marvelous!" A wide grin stretched across his lips and he shook the Joker's hand a second time, more pleased with the shock it then he was upset by the pain. He liked this new fellow. Electrocuting people typically wasn't the best way to make friends, but the Wonderland native was very different from most people. Joker had captured his attention, and they were two of a kind after all. His hat chimed, drawing him from these thoughts, and he decided once more that he was tired of standing in the rain. Especially now, when he was looking forward to going back in and trying to make himself something similar to the Joker's toy.

Hatter side stepped the Clown Prince and continued forward, still rubbing his hand. Eventually they reached the tablet, and he pointed to it casually. "Rock thing explains it. There are wretched stone men too, but they're not the talking sort." He explained, putting his umbrella down against the wall, and pulling open the door, waiting for his companion. "You'll likely have a key laying about inside too."

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-28 02:16 pm UTC (link)

Joker was delighted, every time he tried this little trick no one ever laughed. Honestly, did he really have to kill someone to take a joke? Obviously not of the Hatter had laughed at it. They were two of a kind indeed, he saw good things in the future for this man.

"Oh no worries," he went on in concern to his immediate outburst at being compared to the hater, "you're nowhere near as entertaining as the hatter back home. Heck," he lifted his hands in surprise, "I would have killed you by now if you were that annoying prick!"

Indeed, the Mad Hatter at Gotham didn't exactly hold the sense of humor he did. Joker didn't exactly hold some type of friendship with him, he didn't even bother to help him. If he did something stupid and got in his way, Joker wouldn't stop in killing him that was for sure. But this Hatter, he was a nice guy!

"What the devil is going on here first of all, what is this place?" He looked down at the tablet and read away with curiosity dawning on his face. This was a rather peculiar thing,. a world...a planet... wanting to become populated? What exactly was it thinking? Surely, someone wasn't thinking straight when they chose him to...

But what was he talking about, he needed to return to Gotham after all- that was his home....not like it was any attachment or anything, it was just his base of operation. What good could he do in this world....unless.

"A key for me? A bit spooky someone has been expecting me. What does this place have to offer anyway?" He was annoyed now, he didn't like this one bit.

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hattermadness
2008-07-28 04:26 pm UTC (link)

The Hatter nodded slightly, not completely hearing what the Joker said as thunder crashed in the skies above them. As it was, it was a wonder they could hear each other speaking through the wind and rain around them. It got a little lighter in the courtyard, the buildings shielding them slightly, but that was hardly enough to make much of a difference.

"Mirage." He replied at the question. Hatter liked the name. Though he did wonder if the name was chosen for a reason. When his mind was in a more reasonable state (allowing actual intellect to shine through the madness) he wondered if it was all an illusion. Obviously not completely. He knew he was not home in Wonderland. But the place could change drastically over night -- the weather, the landscape, their rooms. Not only in the physical sense either. Bringing fellows like him and this Joker character, people with weapons, less then stable minds, and prohibiting harm against others. It didn't make sense even to one who thrived in nonsense. Though, typically he didn't care much to question it, being content lately to remain in a cheerful sort of madness as he was provided everything he could ask for, but who knows how long that would last with the Joker around to influence him.

"Of course. It brought you here, why would it not expect you to come?" he said, stepping inside and expecting the other to follow. He'd seen a desk with flashing keys, never particularly interested in delivering them before. "Most anything. I did ask for the March Hare to visit, but so far I've not been given that. However, any objects I've asked for have been provided." Hatter replied, picking up one of the flashing keys and handing it over.

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-28 06:05 pm UTC (link)

Getting out of the hell outside was a good relief, his coat was completely drenched in cold salty water and his hair moped over to onside. He moved his hands a bit over his coat as he took out a comb where he actually made an effort to fix his green hair. He took out a mirror from out of his pocket and looked at his reflection, "Quite the lady killer, I am." He said as the glass broke making him laugh non stop ridding himself of a little joke of his.

His mind was working on a few good hypothesis's of the event. He wasn't a mad scientist but he was mad and if there was something he knew was that nothing happened by a coincidence. This place....Mirage, it had chosen him. But why?

"Oh, this has gotten my chains working you know." he took the keys from the Hatter and read the number on it: room 210. "what kind of mad person would bring me into this peaceful place, the nerve." Didn't, whatever this place was, know who he was? He was a busy man you know, he wasn't just fooling around in Gotham. So Batman made things a bit slow and difficult- so what? He was causing chaos and giving everyone a reason to run for their lives. He was doing his job. On the other hand, perhaps this was a sign. A sign that this place was to heavenly. Mirage, what kind of stupid name was that? The Joker was thinking, but not good thoughts. Things were going to change around here, all he needed was the arsenal...

He looked at the Hatter suspiciously and whispered away, "You say you get anything you want? So if I...let's say, wanted a bit of dynamite it would magically appear?"

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hattermadness
2008-07-28 07:16 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe it doesn't want peace. No fun in having peace all the time, is there?" He suggested casually. Having no problem with causing a little trouble. As long as it was interesting, exciting, kept him entertained. As it happened, things didn't seem like the Planet was in the greatest of moods anyways. Maybe the storm was an invitation for some chaos?

"I suppose. A woman was blowing things up a few days ago." He recalled, having seen her by the lake from his window. Well -- not so much her, but the explosions. The planet had, no doubt, given her the explosives so why not him? Anything they needed, right? He wasn't aware if the planet could discriminate based on motives.

"I quite like the idea of dynamite." Hatter decided that he hadn't worked with the material before, but with the explosion it offered they might be worth trying his hand at it. He would have to ask for some himself.

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-28 07:33 pm UTC (link)

"Aha! A man after my own heart." He laughed at the Hatters enthusiasm jingling the key in his hand with a smile. "Hopefully there's a nice blond in there, if you get my drift."

The Joker turned on his heels prancing about the hall like some jolly roger making a comeback. "I can see it now, the screams, the explosions, the agonizing pains from laughing so hard- it will be a show to die for." His laughter bellowed across the hall before he tiptoed his way to the Hatter tapping him smartly on the shoulder.

"If your good, I'll even make you an exclusive Joy buzzer, how 'bout it? Five thousand watts in the tips of your fingers." He moved away giving him a green while he took out a card from his jacket holding it up for him. "In case you ever need me."

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hattermadness
2008-07-28 08:00 pm UTC (link)

He smiled at the comment about blonds, not quite sure if he liked them himself. Alice was a nuisance and tried to kill him, and the Legolas fellow he'd been infatuated with -- he wasn't sure he liked another having such an effect on him. Hatter had actually avoided the later as best he could since that incident. Still, if that's what the other wanted, maybe the planet would provide.

Laughter bubbled up out of him at seeing the Joker move up and down the halls, talk of explosions and laughter and a show. The screams were the only thing he held issue with, loud and obnoxious, but he supposed he could allow them.

"Fantastic." Hatter took the card, flipping it between his fingers with mild interest, liking the idea of having one of the buzzers for himself. For a moment he dug through his pockets in search of something to offer in return. Most was wet bits of this and that, but eventually he pulled out a pocket watch that was miraculously still working in some sense of the word -- it didn't actually tell time, a trait common in most of his watches, but the hands spun around and mechanical looking legs extended from the back like a sort of spider.

He placed this in the Joker's hand, the device scurrying across his palm and wrist. "Should you require me." Hatter stated, sure that the device would be able to locate him.

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thekillerjoke
2008-07-28 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Joker's smile faltered to a rather serious look on this scurrying mechanical watch. For a long moment, all one could hear was the dripping of their coats and the scurrying thing. It was actually rather interesting... if he could simply rig it with explosives and send it down a chute or into some persons hotel room. His eyes dully looked up at the Hatter for a few seconds before breaking into a forced laughter.

"All right then!" he replied trying to make the thing stop moving as he shoved it into a pocket of his feeling it continue to move. He suppressed a hand that wanted to break it when it finally calmed down. "Pleasure to meet you then. I might just get to give you hoot sometime."

He was half right. Joker was up for making some type of allegiance with the guy but he needed a plan, the perfect plan to show this world just how menacing he could be And if someone had all ready done the explosive thing, he needed to get to work to out do or create something much more classier- to go out with a bang. He didn't really wait for the Hatter he simply walked to the elevator calling it forth as he stood there in thought delving deep into his brain to find just what exactly he wanted out of this all.

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