InsaneJournal

Day 11 // A Time For Theatrics
Who: Joker (thekillerjoke) and Edward Cullen (crooked_smile)
What: After deciding just exactly how to cause havoc in the place, he decides to check out the theater.
When: Day 11, 10:00am
Where: The Theater
Rating: TBD
Status: COMPLETE



It must have taken out more from him to rip Harley off of him while they slept because his arms were killing him. Joker wasn't exactly ridiculously muscular or anything of the sort-- he simply considered himself a 'well rounded' physique. Seriously, who wouldn't fall for his looks? So. Harley arriving in Mirage was still attacking his conscious. What had he done to deserve this pain and nerve? As much as he loved his blueberry muffin, he considered himself a free men in all aspects and forms. The thoughts of how to deal with Harley were going to have to wait of course. At the moment, he had other more important things in mind.

"Hello Mirage!"

Joker smiled like a child on Christmas as his eyes followed the invisible sound waves that bounced along the walls and disappeared into enormous red velvet curtains somewhere in the back of the place. Even his steps upon the wooden floor seemed to be echoing about. The acoustics were great, all he needed was a show now. He had been up early rhyming and scheming and making blue prints of what exactly he would be up to. Now, during this time, a small pamphlet had appeared with some resort information that eventually led him to the theater here. Oh how grand, he thought to himself as he zoomed from one side of the stage to another, this whole world was turning into his playground!

A playground, now that was a thought that put a smile on his face.

"Perhaps a play showing of Frankenstein... except with some 'help' from the audience." He laughed mercilessly rubbing his hands together in devilish plot. "Or perhaps as an introduction to the opening theme park, I'll present Alice in wonderland? Though... that's going to be a rather huge cast..."

The theater was enormous, he hadn't expected a resort theater to be this big. The construction seemed rather modern but the feeling was that of an antique theater which he liked. Many possibilities were brewing in that demented mind of his, all he needed was to calm down and get his thoughts straight.

"Think man, think!." He hissed at himself as he took a seat on a solitary chair he had found backstage and moved to the center stage. His clothing was back to that purple suit of his and he slowly sat down taking the stance of that famous sculpture of the thinker with a theatrical look across his face.