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Fred and George Weasley (two_wicked) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-15 17:45:00

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complete, day 15, fred weasley, george weasley, joker

Day 15
Who: Joker and the Weasley Twins
When: Day 15 afternoon
What: Seeing an Odd Face
Where: The Theatre
Rating: G
Status: Complete

The lads simply couldn't bother to dismount their brooms after flying outside, swooping high and low over the changed grounds and vast structure of the main building. Theirs wasn't a calm flight as they attempted a few times in succession to go as high as possible, their furiously speeding Firebolts being slowed down by a mysterious force and then pushed back firmly.

"Bloody hell," Fred cursed after the fifth attempt.

"We couldn't breathe in space anyway," George said pragmatically as they flew side by side. He looked up at the sky.

Fred followed his gaze with identical eyes before he gazed in the direction of the mountains. "How far could we go in that direction?" he wondered. "We should find out."

"Ok, but let's go get some food to take with us," George suggested. "Might as well get whatever we can out of our prison."

"Right, at least it 's not Azkaban."

Thus the pair of them opened the main resort door with "Alohomora" and flew right inside, whizzing through the lobby without looking back. Being who they were, they couldn't merely go directly to the kitchen. They flew around the halls, in and out of some rooms.

Nothing made them pause for long, not until they came across someone who seemed to be hanging a banner over the entrance to the theatre. They were suspended on their brooms as they observed the strange appearance of the stranger. Even by wizard standards the man looked odd. Not his clothing for they were used to seeing unique 'fashion' sense, but his face. This man looked like someone blind had put makeup on him, particularly the way red lipstick made an erratic stain on the white makeup.

Fred and George exchanged glances, clearly both of them wondering what sort of clown this might be?

"Sorry," George said when the man looked at them.

"We won't interrupt," Fred added.

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thekillerjoke
2008-09-22 12:47 pm UTC (link)

"Well excellent. That's something to be looking forward to. Right this way!" He exclaimed before anythign else could happen. With a sarcastic kick, the ladder came crashing down away from the doors and he threw them open as he walked in, his hands stretched out as if God himself had granted him glory. "Welcome, to my theater!"

The instant he shouted this out, his hands went flying up and the lights went on. It had turned into an Opera house with elaborate seats and enormous beautiful drapes. At the very center of the auditorium, an elaborate chandelier that seemed to be the source of the light shined radiantly, like if it were the sun itself. Joker walked on down the red velvet carpet like some king in his royal court and turned.

"This will be our base of operations." He said quietly with another one of his malevolent grins and laugh.

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two_wicked
2008-09-22 03:27 pm UTC (link)

The lads watched the Joker as if the man was a show in and of himself, so to speak. Of course magic and spectacle they had become accustomed to, but this odd and somehow not-quite muggle, not-quite wizard displayed a dramatic need for attention not even Percy could achieve with his talk about inferior cauldron bottoms....

They watched the ladder clatter away, flew after him slowly as the Joker brought the grand space to light seemingly with his huge gesture. The two of them flew up to circle around the chandelier like moths.

After a few seconds, Fred and George descended until their feet almost brushed the posh red carpet where they hovered. "Brill!" George said. "Shall we make flyers to announce auditions?"

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