Jack Napier (i_jest) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2008-11-07 16:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | 21, 24, jack napier, zombies |
Plots and plannings - all ruined (open)
Jack was giggling to himself. This was going to be a riot. He'd been up for days working on this. First the idea had come to him while he'd been watching television in the rec room. He'd jumped up on the couch and bounced for a while before running around madly trying to gather all the things he'd thought he'd need. From makeup to clothing.
Then he'd started to put it all together.
It had all turned out more brilliantly than he could have ever imagined. And the people outside the walls of the asylum were going to run screaming in panic at the very sight of him. It was going to be his best prank ever. Oh, if only Punch and Judy were around. Or Harley. They would have joined in.
Jack tried out his look and role in the mirror for a while before leaving.
At the gates of Arkham Asylum, he got into character.
"Mrrrrrarrgh." He said, shambling toward a group of people. Just like he'd hoped, they screamed and turned direction. Beauty. He went forward again, hearing the sound of dozens of feet coming toward him.
What he saw was about nine people. All dressed like him. Jack felt the rage bubble up.
"YOU!" He screamed at them, stomping forward. "This was MY idea! You're RUINING MY PRANK!"
He shoved the first one he encountered. "I demand you stop now! Stop it right now!"
They started to crowd in on him. Each one moving slowly. Jack frowned. "Oh. So you think you can gang up on me, do you? I'll show you. I'll take you all on! You won't stand a chance. Hey. You're crowding back there. I don't know you well enough for that to be okay. Well, okay. It tickles. Do it again."
Then they started the biting. "HEY! Hey hey! That's just not nice! You guys have to stoaaaaaarrrrrrrg!"
The real zombies took the zombie-dressed Jack down to the ground until he stopped moving. When they were full, and he was dead, they shambled off in the next direction. Forgetting entirely about the man and even what he'd tasted like.
After a moment, Jack got up. A smile on his face. "Urr hurrr hurr hurr" it was a sick noise. Something like along the lines of possible laughter. But most of his throat and face were missing. Hard to laugh like that.
"Hurr hurrr hurr hurrr." Jack turned toward the center of the City and shambled off.