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Entry tags: | harvey dent, jack napier, sara pezzini |
i_prosecute The lion's den [Open - Jack Napier, Sara Pezzini, others]
The screams still rang out every so often and unspeakable smells floated on the air. The gothic, stone structure of Arkham Asylum, straight out of some centuries-old nightmare, was surrounded by modern police vehicles, flashing their lights. Cars on the bridge and boats in the water shined spotlights on the walls and blared warnings and reassurances. Harvey stood on the single bridge to the island, just behind the formation of riot trucks. "They must be terrified in there," he heard himself say.
He had already read enough police reports to know the usual routes for escape from Arkham. He doubted the city's SWAT team was as familiar with the building's history. If he could get inside, he might be able to calm some of these people down. He had personally processed almost half of them, and was familiar with the cases of several more. No sense getting the SWAT team excited about a back entrance they could use to assassinate the poor nutcases.
Resolving himself, he quietly slipped over the side of the bridge and into the water.
From: i_jest Date: 04/26/2006 12:53:24
Of course they were all terrified.
Jack was in charge now.
He'd already killed everybody with a medical degree, and everybody who held keys to this place. (The decision to not kill himself had been an easy one to make. After he'd declared that it was the key holders turn to go, some smartass had pointed out the keys on his wrist. He'd killed that person promptly.)
The entire asylum was in chaos.
Beautiful, wonderful chaos.
Jack wondered how Sally was doing out there in the city alone. Hopefully well. Panic in the streets and all that.
He couldn't help some maniacal laughter.
There was a growing pile of bodies in the central courtyard. He had plans to set them all on fire later. Or throw them out into the water. That'd be hilarious. Maybe he'd set them on fire and then throw them into the water. They were dead anyway, what did they care what he did.
Very few of the residents of Arkham actually wanted to be Jack's friends. So they too were becoming dead.
From: i_prosecute Date: 04/30/2006 17:17:10
There was a chute on the south side of the island where the garbage was collected on a barge and taken directly to the dump. The hatch only opened from the outside, and with some pushing and banging, Harvey did just that. He was more surprised than he should have been when half a dozen inmates burst out, men and women frantically clawing their way towards freedom.
He tried to ask them what was going on in there, but got no response, of course. Some paddled toward the mainland - he doubted all would complete the long swim - and some headed right for the police on the bridge, waving and calling and asking for amnesty. He knew the police would soon discover where they had escaped, so he ducked into the garbage chute and made his way up.
From: i_jest Date: 04/30/2006 17:43:27
Jack was skipping now. Carrying a bloody chair leg. He'd been using it to bludgeon people with. Now he was just swinging it randomly, laughing at those he hit.
There were, of course, people escaping. But he didn't care. As long as they didn't stay in his asylum, they could go anywhere they wanted to be.
Maybe they needed a mastercard or two...
This was all going so very well.
From: i_prosecute Date: 04/30/2006 23:24:36
Harvey was quickly becoming lost in this strange building. Before now, he'd never been further inside than the main office or the observation room.
What continued to strike him was the constant contrast between the gleaming, state-of-the-art security and the ancient, stone mansion into which these devices and doors were rudely fixed. It was strangely fascinating to him that two such disparate elements could coexist within the same structure. Old and new, dark and light. At any rate, it seemed these stone halls and steel doors had a mind of their own, and were leading him into the center of this labyrinth. To encounter what, he idly wondered.
Suddenly his blood ran cold and his legs refused to move him forward. A shrill, demonic cackle rang out through the halls.
From: i_jest Date: 05/01/2006 20:24:23
Jack turned the corner and spied somebody who shouldn't have been there. A suit? What the hell was this? He'd gotten rid of all the freaking suits. He had. He'd made sure of it before he started on the occupants.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jack yelled at him. "How the fuck did you get..."
Jack squinted his eyes and moved forward. There was something odd here. Something familiar.
He was leaning to get a closer look as he moved. As if that would really help anything. And not look rediculous.
"Is...."
Jack stopped in his tracks and threw his arms up and wide.
"Motherfucking Harvey Dent!"
From: i_prosecute Date: 05/02/2006 13:16:42
"Jack Napier," he said, caught off-guard. "How - how do you know me?"
He recognized the blood-spattered psychopath from his recent booking photos. This was the man who had assaulted numerous people throughout the City, and possibly killed even more. More importantly, however, while processing him, he recognized the man from a Gotham case: the Joker, as the papers had labeled him - a mastermind, a chemical genius, and someone who'd do absolutely anything for attention.
This was the man the Mayor wanted him to take down? He admired the Mayor's faith in his ability, but was secretly thankful that he hadn't completed the Mayor's request himself. The press would certainly have blamed Harvey for this mess all around him.
Clearly, dumping this madman in the Asylum wasn't the way to deal with him. He'd have to do it by the book.
But first, he had to stop his knees from wobbling.
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 14:01:39
"How do I know you? Oh, well that's... that's a fun little story. Maybe later."
Jack held out the chair leg for Harvey. "You wanna have some fun?"
This was the best thing ever. Harvey Dent. Pre-disgusting horror face. Oh man. Maybe... Jack grinned. Maybe he'd get to do it himself this time. Wouldn't that be fun? Make Harvey into what he was destined to become. Mold him. Shape him.
The very idea made him giddy. Joyful.
"It really is a funny story though. Nah." he waved a hand. "Later, later."
From: i_prosecute Date: 05/02/2006 14:25:01
Harvey politely declined the chair leg.
Shifting his weight and settling on the right words, he began, "Jack, there's a lot of SWAT guys out there who wouldn't think twice to shoot you in the head the moment they get the chance. Any minute now, they'll start swarming in here through every possible entrance, and you'll be dead in a hail of gunfire. You'll be all over the news for a week or two, but you won't be there to enjoy it."
He paused to see how Jack was reacting to this. He continued slowly, in a hushed tone.
"But if you go to *trial* ... that would have everyone talking about you for months, maybe even years. The trial of the century - the Arkham assault. If you come peacefully, I can guarantee you the highest-profile case our city can offer.
"You have two choices, Jack - stay here and go out like a common criminal ... or come with me and you can milk this sucker for all it's worth."
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 14:29:15
Jack put a finger to his lips and thought about that. He didn't really want to be dead. Being dead meant that everything was over. Done with. No more fun for him or anybody. And now? Now he had Sally to think about too. He couldn't be selfish. Of course, there was also Delly. Dear Delly. Delly Dear. Couldn't let her down either.
He crossed his other arm around his stomach and thought some more.
"You'll be my lawyer?" Ha. That'd make it even better, that would. Oh, yes. Yes yes.
Bullets through the head, or sitting at a table wearing a rediculous suit?
The choice was obvious.
From: i_prosecute Date: 05/02/2006 14:34:29
Harvey smiled his press conference smile. "I can't be your lawyer, Jack. I'm the prosecutor. But, like the saying goes, if you cannot afford an attorney ... one will be appointed for you," he said meaningfully.
"What do you say?"
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 14:38:11
"Oh. Right." That made sense, didn't it. Can't be the defendor if you're the one doing the accusing.
"Well then." Jack straightened up and pulled at his shirt. "I expect you to be a right bastard. I expect you to be harsh and unforgiving. I expect you to call me names and make me look like a ... well. Everything I am."
He nodded once and tossed up his hands, throwing the leg behind him. Jack dropped to his knees and quickly moved toward Harvey, grabbing his pant leg. When he looked up, his eyes were watery.
"Be kind Mr. Dent! Have mercy on a poor soul! Don't letem shoot me Harv! Ya can't letum shoot me!"
Jack winked.
From: i_prosecute Date: 05/02/2006 14:42:33
"All right, enough of that," he said, supressing a cringe of horror.
He looked around him at the uniform doors and signs.
"I suppose you'd know as well as anyone where the front door is..."
From: i_witchblade Date: 04/27/2006 12:39:18
Though she kept a cool look on the outside, Sara Pezzini had to admit that the idea of a mass amount of people breaking out of the Asylum wasn't something that she was exactly... comfortable with. Especially since the people that were escaping were probably all mentally ill, or something of that sort. For that very reason, she had a pistol in one hand and a shotgun leaning comfortably against her and her partner's patrol car.
Even though the lights shining were meant to reassure people, Sara wasn't one to be comforted by missing all that was left in the dark. After all, wasn't it things that go bump in the night -- and not in the spotlight -- that were the worst of all bumps? Sara wasn't looking forward to the rest of the night. Especially when she would see the string of murders that Jack had caused, though at that moment she was blissfully ignorant of that.
She'd arrived with the first wave of police officers. Not one to go the speed limit when she was in a hurry, the hothead had probably left marks on both the road and other drivers. Let's just say that her partner had held on for dear life with miss Pezzini at the wheel.
Arkham was unfamiliar to her, being something that hadn't existed in her world, and so she'd been left outside with the usual bulletproof vest, stationed carefully behind some SWAT shields. And for once in her life, she was actually in uniform! What an occasion.
From: i_prosecute Date: 05/02/2006 14:54:56
After an uneventful hour outside, the whole SWAT team suddenly tensed and focused all their attention on the main entrance. The huge, main doors of Arkham swung open just a little. Harvey stepped out into the blinding spotlights. He waved and called out, "No SWAT. Suspect is turning himself in."
Visibly disappointed, the armored officers stood down and cleared a path to the back of the line. Harvey led a bloody, gangly, grinning figure by the arm toward the squad cars. "Someone read this Joker his rights ... I'm gonna go get changed," he announced, wiping harbor muck, food waste, and a few smears of blood from his clothes.
From: i_witchblade Date: 05/02/2006 16:06:25
Being, per usual, the closest car to the action behind the SWAT team, Sara Pezzini had her pistol clutched tight in one hand and handcuffs dangling from the other. They'd been attached to her belt moments before, and with quick movements, she unhooked them and was ready to receive the Joker.
"You have the right to remain silent," she stated as if it were something she said everyday. Which was probably the case. Sara approached and reached to put a hand on his shoulder, granting her the ability to turn him around and get his cuffs on properly. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." She always kept her pistol at the ready, cocked and pointed right at his head.
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 16:12:30
"Of course I do. But don't think I'm going to retain that right." He giggled as she manhandled him. "Tickles. Do it more."
Harvey was gone from immediate view. Jack had expected as much.
"Will you use it against me if I tell you that I think it's very sexy that you're using handcuffs?" He purred low in his throat. Of course he wasn't helping anything. That wasn't his style.
Nope.
"Could you hit me? Just once? Go on... pleeeaaaase?"
From: i_witchblade Date: 05/02/2006 16:21:32
"Suit yourself," she mumbled at his first comment, not really paying attention to what he said about her tickling. Sara had dealt with annoying criminals before, and apparently Jack was one of them. She just didn't know how bad it could get with The Joker.
"You have the right to an attorney," she continued, not knowing that Harvey had already gone over all of that with dear old Jack. "If you cannot afford one, one will be chosen and appointed for you."
At his request and once Sara had the cuffs on, she shoved him up against the side of her patrol car. It was a bit rougher than most would have probably done, but Sara isn't most. Checking to be sure that there were other guns at the ready, she stuck her gun back in its holder and proceeded to frisk him for any weapons. Have to be sure, after all. The crazies like Jack always got a kick out of this part.
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 16:25:34
"You should check my shoe." He pointed out. "No. Really. You should. I keep things there. I'm not an up-the-butt sort of guy. I don't like things in my butt. But I like things in my shoe. Oh. And in my hair. Make sure to check there real good. Pull on it and stuff."
He wiggled a little against her as she checked. "No funny stuff now. Unless it's super funny. Then it's okay. You know. With the...coughtouchingcough. I won't tell. Go ahead. Cop a feel. It's real nice."
Jack was, if he was going to be totally truthful, having a very good time with this.
"Harv did tell me that, you know. I asked him to be my lawyer, but he can't. He's going to be the one telling everybody what I did. You should make sure to remind him of the pile of bodies I set on fire in the courtyard. That's really gross."
He looked up, and sure enough, the smoke was finally coming up over the building. He laughed. "That. Is seriously going to smell in like. Two minutes."
From: i_witchblade Date: 05/02/2006 17:14:25
"I'm not going to check your shoe or pull your hair," she informed him as she patted down his legs. She was done once that was finished, and straightened up behind him. Definitely didn't appreciate the wiggling, but really what more can you expect?
"Hah, hah," she said in the most monotone voice she could manage. "Very funny, Joker. But I'm not supposed to act funny on the job." The police are anything but comedians, minus of course a select few. But those aren't what matter, really.
"Well now that you've been told twice," she began, pulling him off the side of the car. "You'll be sure to know it even better than the other people I've arrested."
But then he pretty much confessed to what he did, and with a bit of a falter in her movements, she glanced back to see if anyone else had heard. Two cops standing nearby looked pretty surprised, which meant that they definitely had, while some others were sure to have heard if they weren't suffering from a loss of hearing. There was a bit of silence before she replied, but oh did she ever sound hostile when she did.
"Good thing you won't be here to smell it," she practically hissed in his ear, shoving him towards the back of the car. She multitasked holding him with one hand and pulled open the back door, and then forced him into the back seat.
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 17:17:59
"But..."
Jack kicked off his shoes as he was shoved into the car. He heard the sound of multiple metal things falling onto the street.
He'd been honest. He really had.
Harv had said to be cooperative, and that's just what he was trying to do. But she just wasn't having it. Not one bit.
"Ow." He said, as he cut his toe - on purpose - on one of the knifes he'd had.
From: i_witchblade Date: 05/02/2006 17:27:26
Well... Crap. Sara wasn't expecting that one bit. Bending, she shoved Jack over to the next seat and slammed the door shut on him. The window had a little bit of a crack open, but apart from that it had child safety and couldn't be opened from the inside.
She wasn't the sort that dealt with murderers and criminals well, so his being cooperative really wasn't making her any more happy with the situation. A murderer is a murderer, and he'd only just confessed his sins a moment before.
Looking back to the others who were slowly lowering their weapons, she glared a moment before pointing to the various knives that Jack had hidden in his shoes. "Clean that up." Forceful, but still the other officers nodded and hurried to collect the items Jack had stored in his shoes. "And someone get the chief on the phone, please?"
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 17:34:10
"You should listen sometimes." He said, shoving his face in the crack of the window.
He was really glad this chick wasn't going to be on his defense team. He'd get the freaking chair for sure. Ooh. maybe they still did hangings here. OH! No. Lethal injection. That was a fun one. But what the fuck was up with the swab? It wasn't like they were going to get an infection.
Assholes.
"HEY. You know. You could get in the papers for this one. If you want, I could do something and make it look better. Like. I could. Jam my head into the window, so you'd have to restrain me? Or. Or, I could try to run. Yeah. That'd be a good one. You could tackle me and then you'd be all.. 'I caught the bastard'. Whaddya think?"
From: i_witchblade Date: 05/02/2006 17:43:37
Yeah, yeah. If she weren't working, that's probably what she would have said to him. Plus a head bob sort of thing. But instead she just ignored him and picked up the shotgun she'd settled against the side of the car. Handing it off to her partner, who moved to take the passenger side of the car, she climbed in and started the little white five-seater.
"I don't need to get into the papers," she told him through the metal fencing between the front and the back of the squad car. "So you can just shut up and cooperate like your good friend Harvey told you to."
From: i_jest Date: 05/02/2006 17:46:03
"Fine."
Jack sat back in the seat and didn't say anything else. He wouldn't. Not until it was time for the... DUN DUN DUN trial.
"I was just trying to help."
NOW he would say nothing else.
"Don't say thanks or anything."
Okay, really this time.
He bit his lip to make sure. And ignored the blood.