joker would like you to (playalong) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-06-29 01:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, joker, mina murray |
Gotham: Joker & Mina
Who: Joker & Mina
What: late night snacking
Where: Gotham's Robinson Park
When: Recentlyish
Warnings/Rating: Gore, death, blood vampire stuff, joker stuff
The dead boy had seen his face on the TV. There was a late night show where they recapped the last couple years of Gotham and he saw an old infomercial directed towards goons who wanted to work for a clown. He saw his face, or at least the face of one of his brothers, and he nodded along agreeing that he did have some unfortunate jester-like qualities. The green hair that wouldn't be stained another color no matter how intense the dye, the pale skin that was smooth like baby powder, the grin that was jaggedly cut up on both sides from ACE Chemicals and oh! Now he got it. Ace, Joker, Cards. That was a pretty obvious connection, wasn't? Not a really BAD gimmick to have even if it did feel really out dated.
Still, he didn't feel comfortable jumping into that clown car anytime soon. It wasn't his identity so much as a flesh suit other people expected him to wear. Why not have fun first and let that jovial jester come out of his pores if he really needed to? Mayhem, fun, freedom and chaos could be found without all the trappings of a dead clown with his squeaky red shoes poking up through the dirt.
Instead of purple, orange and green, he stuck to red. He even cleaned his red hoodie and jeans and t-shirt so he didn't smell like sewers and chemicals. He dyed his hair as black as it would go, even if the green would start popping through in a matter of hours and he didn't bother with the makeup. This creature (oh pleasepleaseplease let it be a vampire) knew he was dead, so it was in his best interest to keep looking the part. He paused at redding his smile with some lipstick, holding a ruddy old wax stick he found around the abandoned chemical plant and then shook his head with a gleeful smile. Oh, no THAT was going too far. No old woman's lipstick for him. His permanent smile stayed pale with cracked lines of pink, making him seem almost innocent. Angelic. Full of heart.
Ace Chemicals (an abandoned, decrepit old thing that was now only belonged to him) was not a suitable place to find food. He had been living off twinkies and instant meals, sure, but there wasn't another soul around for his fellow ghoul to feast on. Robinson Park was much better. People actually, haha, thought it was sort of SAFE. There were people who JOGGED there now because all the baddies had vanished. The only threat were drug dealers, but they were like cartooned men in trenchcoats hiding behind trees, sticking their noses out and then sliding away into nothing. There would be something there and the ghoul would be impressed by the darkness of the park.
Yes, Robinson Park was a little like the woods before the gates of hell if the wolves were angry homeless people, heheh. Dark trees clawed down towards the pathways, bridges that were built before any world war squealed and shuddered under footsteps. Bushes rustled, owls hooted and through the smog you could see the Gotham moon. Big, bright and fuller than any moon in any other city. It took up almost the entire sky and yet it didn't feel like it gave off any light! But, that wasn't the best part. There was a BUNNY in the moon dancing for anyone willing to see it. Would his new ghoul friend see it, too? Did his love, the one that fluttered over the skies, hate himself for catching a glimpse of its hippity hoppities?
The dead boy wondered and day dreamed and sighed happily all the way to the park and when he reached one of those arching bridges, he walked to a tree, dreamed of a happy looking door and then pulled a doorknob that may, or may not have been there. Still, the Passages hallway opened up and he tried very hard not to smile.
"HeellllllloooOOO?" He asked, voice softly going up and down in pitch like he was singing a song with one word. It echoed merrily down the hallway.