The Joker (unstopableforce) wrote in noescapeisland, @ 2008-08-16 22:05:00 |
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Current mood: | accomplished |
Entry tags: | dean winchester, sam winchester |
WHO: Jessica Moore, The Joker, Sam Winchester, maybe Dean?
WHERE: Basement
WHEN: Begins early morning...continues throughout the day
RATING: R...extreme! violence
STATUS: In Progress
The Joker was pleased with himself. Not only was he able to ambush this idiot for a blond, he managed to do so without most people noticing. She fought, but was not strong enough to prevent, well, the inevitable.
He dragged her down into the basement. "If you shut the hell up, maybe this won't hurt as much. But I can't really say that because it's going to hurt, a lot. I guess I can say this and it makes me a clown of my word; the less you scream, the less it's going to hurt!" He smiled wickedly.
The blond girl heeded his warning. He tied her down into a chair and placed it in the middle of the basement. She hadn't struggled after he told her that. He didn't touch her for a good portion of the day. He just merely relaxed as he listened to her elevated heartbeat.
Now the fun would begin. He held a 6 inch blade in her mouth.
"You want to know something? My father was a real....jerk. He asked me once 'why so serious' when I was scared for my mother. And he basically sawed my face into this ever-present grin. Suits me, doesn't it? I have to give him some credit, he certainly knew how to get his point across. You seem to be, well, a bit...too unhappy for my liking. You're the opposite of me...so I'm going to give you a feature that will...enhance how you feel all the time!" And before she knew what he was going to do, he had sliced two large gashes in each side of her face forming a frown instead of a smile.
"What, you expected me to follow in my father's foot steps? I'm not an unreasonable clown."
He watched the girl try to scream and laughed as she choked on her blood. Eventually she stopped screaming so she wouldn't drown. Her white dress was now stained crimson with her own blood. The Joker kicked the chair and watched her topple over onto her side. He heard the sickening crunch as her arm snapped like a toothpick. He took the knife in his hands and held it to her throat. "Like I said, struggle and it's going to hurt worse!" He cut the rope and untied her. Since she was weak from the blood loss already, the girl didn't move much.
"I need to remind you not to frown so much!" He placed the blade to the small of her back, and in one quick movement he sliced the dress up the back. He started carving chunks out of of once perfect flesh into the message that his father had given him when he was little. "Why So Serious?" Could be read in the gashes across the width of her back.
At this point the girl was unconscious. He stood over her and watched her for a moment. "It's never about money. It's about a new class of criminal...as well as drawing out the 'bad' in supposed 'good' men."
He took the chair and wiped it with the bottom of the girl's dress. "Whoa, I wonder if the white dress dyed red with blood will ever hit the runways. I have to say, dear, it's a gashing good look on you!" He sat in the chair and waited.