sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: the joker

[The face in the video is haggard, with sunken eyes and unkempt hair. But it still manages a smile.]

My, my, I've started a fashion trend! Everywhere I look I see my likeness!

[Vague gesture.]

You may send my royalty check to Miss Re-l. She'll know what to do with it.

ace_of_knaves

[Joker is hanging over the camera. His hair is damp and his eyes are large and wild. He looks like a cornered animal.]

No.

[His chest heaves and his eyes dart back and forth as green strands fall into his face from behind his ears.]

NO!

This is not what's supposed to happen! Why is this freaking island still here!? Why am I still here!?

[He throws his head back and howls.]

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PERFECT ENDING!?

ace_of_knaves

[The NV is being held in the hand of a black haired man in a SERO uniform. He's looking over his shoulder into the baseball diamond and seems to be standing inside the entrance to the bunker. There are bodies lying on the ground close by but it's hard to tell if they are dead or unconscious. The man barks something to someone off camera then looks down at the NV. It's only when he smiles that he becomes recognizable.]

Well, Siren's Port, you've been a lovely audience but there comes a time when the show must end.

[He reaches up and pulls his wig off, oily green hair hangs into his face.]

See, since I got loose I've realized that this burg is missing something. Something with long ears and a big, silly cape.

[His eyes grow sad and distant.]

The Bat's gone. And with no punchline there is no joke. A city that would take my co-star from me...well...that's a city that doesn't deserve to exist.

[He focuses on the NV again]

So that's all, folks! Show's over! Curtain's closed! Lights are dimming! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here!

[With a low, eerie chuckle he lifts a crowbar and continues into the bunker. There is static, then the transmission ends.]

[OOC: Joker won't be able to respond to anyone but people are free to talk amongst themselves]

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sitting in the bean bag chair. He's wearing an outlandish fur coat and a feathered fedora. In one hand is a glass of wine. The hyenas, Stan and Ollie, are crouched at his feet eating something that may or may not have once been a person.]

Nothing like surviving a plague to really make a fella think about his own mortality. Whatever shall we do if we find ourselves slipping outta this mortal coil, hmm?

[He smiles lazily into his glass]

Me? I'm working on my bucket list. Things to do before I kick the bucket.

...There's a funny phrase, eh? "Kick the bucket". Now where the heck do you suppose we got that from? Hanging? Kick the bucket away and you turn and spin and start to dance.

[He looks thoughtful a moment then blinks.]

Er. Anyhoo, where was I going with that thought before I so rudely interrupted myself? Ah, yes! The list!

[He looks meaningfully into the camera.]

What would you lot do if you had a week left to live? Think about it! Then do it. Thank me later, on the other side. Let nobody say old Joker doesn't care about his public.

ace_of_knaves

[The NV clicks on to show the wide, predatory grin of a face some in the city may recognize. He looks perfectly healthy.]

Helllooo, Port, miss me?

Oh, no need to answer, I know you did!

[Joker's expression pulls into an overly theatrical frown as he swings the NV about, showing the chaotic interior of St. Teresa's Sanitarium. There are dead bodies strewn about the floor and the sound of shouting from down the hallway.]

A month-long entr'acte and while I'm gone this whole dismal burg just sinks into despair!

[The camera focuses on his face again as he throws his head back with his hand against his brow]

So I thought to myself: "Joker, old boy, your public needs you! Time to skedaddle and turn some frowns upside down!" Then, lucky me, the guard came to get me for group therapy! Guess nobody told him that the hardcore psychotics don't do group. Or maybe he forgot, eh?

[At this the NV swings towards Larry Butz who's curled up in the corner.]

Hey, smile for the camera, comrade! And on your feet! Make with the magic or you'll be tying your shoelaces with your teeth!

[A sharp bark of laughter]

Aaah, this is gonna be such fun!

[Back to Joker as he waves]

See you all on the outside, squares! And don't go dying on me, mmmkay? Daddy doesn't want to play to a buncha corpses just yet.

ace_of_knaves

[Joker is in an orange jumpsuit and is clearly sitting in a cell at the asylum. Occasionally a shadow flickers past; that of a passing guard or doctor.]

Howdy-doody, world!

[He smiles.]

Don't worry, I may be behind bars, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten about my adoring public! In honor of the season I've arranged an Easter Egg Hunt for the whole city! No need to thank me. The kiddies always get to have all the fun. I think the grown ups should join in too, don't you?

[He leans in towards the NV]

I'd hurry up and find those eggs, though. Or on Monday this burg is gonna have one heck of a fireworks display!

((ooc: More about the egg hunt here. Remember, you don't have to ask me if it's okay for your character to find an egg! Just have fun with it and run into any type of egg you'd like.))

ace_of_knaves

[It's mid-afternoon and the Joker is curled over his NV. He looks as though he hasn't slept the last couple nights and his eyes are dark with dementia. Joker, who normally cackles his way through the worst of times, looks rattled.]

So I see the Network is once again humming with the voices of the Johnny-come-latelies.

[He jabs a finger towards the camera]

Welcome to the Port, sports. In Canada. Happiest place on earth!

Around here we enjoy harassment from the natives, human trafficking, and human experimentation. Or non-human.

[He sneers a bit, his voice humorless]

Whatever.

Oh, and there's a creepy gizmo under the city that doesn't want you to leave so dig in your heels for our neverending urban hootnanny.

[He rises a bit as if he's about to leave, then thinks again.]

One more thing, don't come looking for the dashing clown on the streets. I'm not gonna tell you where the nearest doughnut shop is, so just stay outta my way or I'll have to hurt you.

[A pause]

Second thought, if you see me, stick around enough for me to hurt you a little. Daddy needs to vent.

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sprawled on a couch, snipping at folded pink paper and frowning. He glances up into the NV.]

You know what's a real travesty? A poor, old man being alone on Valentine's Day. It's like people think full-blown, mass-murdering psychos don't need love too!

But we do. We need stimulation. That's all I want.

[He unfolds the paper into a chain of pink bats and his voice drops into an ominous purr]

I just want someone to play with...

ace_of_knaves

[The Joker is sitting on a rooftop somewhere, cackling.]

Dios mio! It's déjà vu all over again!

[He hops to his feet and claps his hands together, looking down at the NV.]

I wonder if tomorrow will be today once night falls away? All the ducks back in a row and round we go.

[He snickers at his own rhymes and grins slyly]

The big question is: Do the dead ducks come back too? I must find out. For SCIENCE.

[He brandishes a handgun meaningfully.]

Come one, come all, comrades. Let's give this city a wedgie and see what happens!

ace_of_knaves

[It's dark, the only hint of light being pale light seeping through a crack or a distant window. The area seems to be a place in the poorer districts where power has yet to be restored. Or, perhaps, it's a place that never had power.

The hunched shape in the darkness shifts and lifts its head towards the light, showing the outline of Joker's features. It's all very dramatic. And, yes, he's staged it this way.

In the darkness, he smiles, his teeth glimmering in the light.]

Well that was a fine few days, I think. Blizzard, burglary, robots going nutso in the mall.

[He lifts a hand, jostling a scarf around his neck.]

Tragic, that, but look at the bright side! Maybe next time it will take out the pretzel booth. Those things are empty calories, folks, think of your arteries!

[He pauses and turns his head back towards the shadows thoughtfully.]

Thankee kindly to Uzushio for sheltering a poor, homeless old clown. I do apologize for that smattering of gore but the fellow was being very rude, not wanting me in there. And you know what they say, any port in a storm.

Of course none of that woulda been necessary if some inconsiderate buffoon hadn't gone and shredded my tires, stranding me in the middle of FREAKING NOWHERE.

[He shouts]

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!