JO KING (cackling) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-05-16 18:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | maximilian kerr |
Who. Maximilian Kerr.
What. Max makes his debut in Gotham, explosions ensue.
Where. Gotham City.
When. Late Monday evening. Wakey, wakey, Gotham's finest!
Warnings. It's The Joker. You tell me.
All alone in the moonlight. Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Not tonight. Beaten brown shoes stood at the edge of the tallest building; there was no better place to be when the show started. The wind rustled, whistled, howled. He rubbed his hands together, gloves meeting eagerly in anticipation. Perfect fit, just like the rest of the purple. The green was a little large. He'd have to see to that. That's when it struck up, like a huge crank winding up a dusty, elderly Jack-in-the-box. His arms began to sway to the eerie music sounding in the distance with no visible source. Looooong, The music slowed, but as it roared back up for its crescendo ..BOOM! One building, two buildings - yards a part, began to collapse in an explosion of fire and gasoline. Max's hands focused on both centers of destruction, conducting his latest masterpiece. The music continued. The flames moved higher, smoke began to grow high, high over the city. But the song had not ended. He glanced down at his wrist, observing not a watch, but his flesh. He tapped at it. Two minutes slow. A string of explosions broke his concentration and a line of establishments and firms and garages all surrendered themselves to the sight. Screams echoed among the crashes. More harmonious than the music, which had since come to its finale. Overhead, in the skies, they would look down and see not a light, but a sight just as horrifying. A smiling face made of flames and wreckage. Message received? Loud and clear. Scatter, scatter. Your move. |