Edonian (edonian) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-06-24 22:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot 06: nuke me baby one more time, the joker, ∴ scenes: completed, ∴ scenes: narratives |
Narrative
Who: The Joker.
Where: ???? - Gotham.
When: The fifth of May/Wednesday, mid-day.
What: The message reaches the Joker.
At first glance, the red bull's-eye seemed like an ordinary hand drawn target board, but upon closer examination, one could see the bits of loose skin and torn flesh on the thin torso. Two drops of blood rolled down the anonymous man's belly. The target appeared to have been carved by a switchblade. A swift scalpel landed off centre of the target and the man whimpered in pain from behind the hyenas' chew toy that covered his mouth, tears streamed down his face.
The man was held by four henchmen against the wooden pole: one laying on his stomach held the victim's feet, a guy on each arm, and one held his head back. The four anxious men watched the Joker get a kick out of torturing their former comrade and they feared the hysterical clown could possibly miss his intended target. Laughing manically with a hand full of various sharp objects, the Joker lifted his left leg as he turned his waist, flinging a wooden steak knife underneath his leg, which after darting through the air, pierced through the forearm of the thug holding the shirtless man's right arm. He yelped in pain and loosened his grip from the victim's arm, to which the Joker commanded:
"HOLD HIM, YOU TWIT!"
The goon quickly readjusted his grip over the struggling man's arm, groaning a little as he did. The Joker readied himself to throw a hatchet this time and mumbled to himself about finding good help these days, then he heard the television in the background, the news reporter mentioned his name: "...police found a disemboweled body this morning and have reason to believe the victim was attacked by the Joker. The man was found in the fetal position holding his sides with a smile drawn in blood next to him....." The Joker turned and fixed his eyes on one of many screens, frustrated that the media and cops would pin such an uninspired artless waste of blood, on him—so he launched the hatchet directly at that TV, and smashed it.
The Joker tilted his head to crack his neck and grabbed the remaining objects from his left hand as he turned to face the five men, releasing all of them with a final flick of his wrist: "Grr-agh!" All the henchmen braced themselves for multiple stabbings. One of them stared paralysed in horror as the blade stuck in the dead centre of his forehead; a drip of blood rolled down the middle of his face to his nose while urine ran down the inside of his pant-leg.
A door suddenly slammed open and a thug rushed in, searching across the room for the Joker, he saw the monitors (one of them destroyed), then he looked past the thug, not sure what was stuck on his head, completely overlooking his pants, until he spotted the Joker. Once they made eye contact, he approached and said:
"I came here as fast as I could, boss. I was just there." The crony said, gesturing towards the news on the TV. "Somebody put this in the poor bastard's hand. I got it before the cops found the body." He handed the card to the Joker, who took it and read it at arm's length.
"Hmmm... RSVP? ... A phone call would've sufficed."