Aaron Lawrence | The Joker (einsteinofcrime) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-01-15 20:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | aaron lawrence, harper gray |
WHO: Aaron Lawrence and Harper Gray
WHAT: Mayhem. So much Mayhem.
WHERE: Grand Central Station, NYC
WHEN: Sunday evening
WARNINGS: Violence. Gore. Language. It's Joker and Harley Quinn, so use your best judgment.
Aaron usually favored banks when it came to causing chaos for the sake of chaos. It wasn't that he needed money; his family was loaded, so he had enough money to keep him sitting pretty for life. No, it was more that other people needed money, and the panic they felt when that money was compromised could be traced to some of the greatest atrocities in the world. After all, Hitler was able to rally the majority of the German people around his plans because of their economic crisis. Money, in the end, was one of his greatest assets to cause peril.
Today, however, was different. The point of this little outing with his blonde bombshell and their adorable puppies was to give the dogs a chance to stretch their legs and treat their mouths with some carnage, and it was much easier to cause mass murder when there were more people around. Banks were good for a dozen or so casualties, but if you really wanted to make a statement, you went to a transportation hub. In New York, there was no place more packed than Grand Central Station, the heart of travel into and out of the city. It was a place that was always a buzz of activity, servicing thousands of people every hour, and it was spacious. He just loved spacious. It just gave so many opportunities for fear.
As always, there were several officers patrolling around to prevent terrorism from happening in the landmark, which would be dissuasive to somebody who wasn't the reincarnate of the Joker. Aaron didn't fear death, and instead coveted her chaos whenever he could. It was why his plans caused as much chaos as they did; he didn't worry about the risks, and instead focused entirely on the outcome. Normally it worked out for him in the end because other people were ruled by fear, but when it didn't, it didn't bother him. He spent time locked away and was able to get out. He took pride in that one; he and Joker hadn't lost their corruptive touch.
"God, listen to the screaming!" He cackled loudly from the middle of the floor, the machine gun in his hand pointed skyward as spectators screamed and ran for the exits. Unfortunately for them, the exits were blocked by his and Harper's minions, criminals low on the totem pole who conducted their business dressed in ridiculous costumes (the costumes being his request, of course). He didn't know most of their names, but they were eager to work for the King and Queen of the criminal underground. One of the puppies was already chewing eagerly on the dead carcass of an NYPD officer unlucky enough to be pounced on by the ferocious canines.
Aaron snickered and pressed his finger against the trigger, spraying bullets into the air and civilians indiscriminately. His face, painted with make-up into his trademark Joker grin, turned to look at Harper with glee. "Awww, love, the puppies look so happy!"