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Post by Joker on Jul 24, 2008 21:10:37 GMT -5
Ya drank with demons straight from Hell
They almost nearly won as well
Ya wiped the floor with victory
Then puked until you fell asleep
[/right] 9:00 PM - Takes place after the killing of the fake Batman
______________________ It was a good night and why wouldn't it be? After all, the entire Gotham scene was going insane, panicky to be precise, to find this Joker goon. And here he was, inside the Stacked Deck. He wasn't in his makeup or anything, dressed simply jeans and a long black shirt.
Ordering a drink, he remained quiet. The music was thumping loudly, but it was interesting to say the least. Unknown to him, fate would bring him together with an old friend. Someone he hadn't seen in nearly a year, but then again...he wouldn't really remember him that easy.
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Post by jervis on Jul 24, 2008 21:20:00 GMT -5
In his jacket, his thumbs twiddled around unnecessarily. He felt odd, but at ease at the same time. With a French-styled hat on, Jervis Tetch made his way into The Stacke Deck. He'd been there once or twice, or maybe more, but his memory was always so jarring. And no one seemed to care, because they'd seen what he did when someone cared, and it wasn't exactly painless.
Making his way to the bar, Jervis saw someone sitting there already. Being sort of a recluse to Gotham, he probably didn't know the person, so he decided to sit a few seats down, to keep space. Now his hands were on the counter and his thumbs were still moving incessently. It was like he had seizures in his hands. "I'll take a beer, or you'll be in fear." He had this thing where he rhymed a lot. Jervis felt an odd sense that the person a few seats away was eyeing him, but he wouldn't look to see.
TAG: JOKER
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Post by Joker on Jul 24, 2008 21:43:47 GMT -5
His hands moved back and forth, his lips remoisturized after a few more times. He looked to his right and saw a redheaded young man. A redheaded young man being eyeballed by a taller older man. Before he could interrogate the fellow, the Joker rushed immediately over and took the seat next to Jervis, drink in hand.
"I believe you were to take my seat?" The older man mumbled something and soon was poked with a blade. "What's that? I'm sorry...you're not being too clear," he said coldly, poking him again. The man was soon off, growling about the entire situation.
"Freaks like him, you have to watch out for. Everyone's sore as of late. What with all that Joker business," he said without a care in the world. His eyes soon looked to Jervis and an eyebrow raised. Those green eyes....it couldn't be. He gulped quietly.
"Checkmate. I'll pay for your drink. Nice hat. Beret season?" he said, trying to give nothing away.
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Post by jervis on Jul 24, 2008 21:56:16 GMT -5
With a little gust of wind, someone was sitting next to him. That someone had a familiar attitude, and was at the moment, underhandedly abusing the man who'd been eyeing him before. Not that he couldn't take care of himself, because he had his tricks lined about him, but it was nice not to have to.
As soon as the man did sit next to him, however, some type of words formed out of his mouth and were directed to Jervis. He glanced over, his thumbs still moving about the counter in odd fashions. He looked him over and almost fell out of his seat. At first, he was scared by the face, but then he looked closer and recognized someone he knew from a long time ago.
Quickly, Jervis gulped some of his beer and set it down. "Thank you for paying. You are a kind man, I'm a'saying. And my hat is just one of many. For I collect and buy one with every penny." He had fun with his words, but still, it could annoy people, though it was one of his disorders.
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 11:00:27 GMT -5
Kind man? He, the psychopathic clown faced killer, kind? The Joker grinned at the comment, patting his shoulder. "Consider it your lucky day," was the reply as he soon settled into his own beverage. Of course, in the back of his mind, he was already becoming irked around Jervis. And to think it hadn't even been an hour. Go figure.
That was on his mind as was the thought of that goon coming back. Licking his lips, his eyes trailed up to the banged up television to see the broadcast on the GCN once again. The video footage sprawled over the screen. Shaking his head, he knew he had done well, but Mike Engel wanted to paint a different story, even with the mayor sitting there.
It hit him square in the face. Make 'em pay. They'd learn. His eyes trailed over to Jervis. "Say, friend, follow me to wit's end. Shall we journey across this realm of dreams and into a place where nothing is as it seems? I declare there should be an empty room above, so fly with me like a dove," he rhymed with a smile before standing up.
Taking the drink, he nodded his head before moving off to the upstairs area. Finding the room he wanted, he pushed it open, slammed it shut and there ... waited for the Mad Hatter to collect his mind. His too, for that matter.
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Post by jervis on Jul 25, 2008 12:15:59 GMT -5
Jervis let his mind wander around the room, taking in the criminals lining the tables and walls. He let his eyes move back to the television, where his friend next to him seemed to be concentrating on. How weird it seemed that he would be so intrigued by this Joker's mayhem on Gotham City.
Then once again, his friend spoke to him, requesting his presence elsewhere. He watched as his friend got up and walked off, up the stairs of the building. Jervis sat there for another five minutes, collecting himself and drinking the rest of his drink, which was quickly replaced by a wink of the eye and his finger.
Taking the beverage with him, he finally got up and followed his friend. At the door, he knocked twice, and then walked inside, leaning against the wall. "You promised by favorite place, so please don't disgrace."
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 12:54:23 GMT -5
He stood there, mumbling about something when Jervis walked in, still rhyming as ever. He swooped over to the door, slamming it hard as possible, the drink of his on the table, trembling at the motion of the room. Looking to his friend, it was evident that the rhyming was getting to him like it always had.
"For God's sakes, Tetch. Can't you stop with the little rhyming schemes for five DAMNED minutes?!" he snapped angrily before pacing the room again. "I .... It's good to see you, it really is, but with the all...." The Joker grabbed his drink and gulped all the contents down, not caring it soon threw his body into a small spaz attack.
He worked himself back down to his normal self, well ... almost normal self. "I know for a fact," he began, an index finger aiming at the man with a death glare behind the aiming, "you can talk normal as anyone else. You're just choosing to be annoying. A nuisance. Talk straight or I'll make sure your mouth doesn't rhyme anymore."
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Post by jervis on Jul 25, 2008 13:00:45 GMT -5
Looking his old friend over, Jervis just took another drink from his glass and tossed it to the side of the room. The glass shattered and the rest of the liquid stained the walls and carpet where it hit. Without warning, Jervis let out a fit of laughter before convulsing and then controlling himself.
Being silent, he walked over to the Joker, and put a finger under the man's chin. "You wouldn't dare hurt me, my friend. And you know it." He smiled, laughed, and then walked behind Joker's seat where he rested his hands on the man's shoulders.
He gave them a nice grab, acting as though he'd massage them, but then let go and moved to the other side of the seat. Slowly, he pulled out what looked to be a squished, fabric plate from his jacket. With a snap of his wrist, the plate became a top hat which he pulled over the Joker's head. "Hmm. I think it suits you."
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 13:09:22 GMT -5
As Jervis's glass shattered, he realized that the madness was still there after all this time. All the stories he knew of the man were still alive, weren't they? The grin on his face pulled the scarred ridden one more as he looked to him.
Soon enough, he had indeed taken a seat and soon groaned slightly at the massage. Eyeballing the hatter, he sighed. "You really ought to not do that. You know it's a sign of weakness for me and in return, it's a sign you're wanting to beg for someone or something. No, I don't know any girls by the name of Alice and as for whatever you could want, I actually afford it now," he said with a laugh.
The laugh was cut short as a top hat was placed upon his head. "New piece of technology, Jervis? Going upscale with a new model? God forbid you try and mind control me. You did that just fine within, what was it? Oh yes. Three weeks of being in that hellhole."
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Post by jervis on Jul 25, 2008 13:16:02 GMT -5
Moving back behind the seat, Jervis placed his hands on the Joker's shoulders again and began his massage. "So this is a weakness, eh? I forgot. I'll continue." He gave out another laugh, showing exactly how mad he truly was.
Leaning down his mouth to the Joker's ear, Jervis sighed and continued his speech. "And this old thing on your head? No, not a mind control device. This one is more special, more intricately designed. Well, at least the company I bought it from designed the exterior beautifully."
He continued the massage with one hand and removed the top hat with the other. "But, no, it doesn't do mind control. It is basically..." He tossed the hat over to the shattered glass, where it then exploded, making a small fire accumulate. "...a bomb."
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 13:21:44 GMT -5
The massage continued and Joker did have to remind himself that Jervis was well, er ... not like him in preferences. "Just keep in mind, dear friend, that my real name is not even Alice nor was my mother's name. It was Benjamin," he said bluntly, still enjoying the massage.
God, was he this sense? Obviously - his eyes grew slightly heavy, looking wearily. Maybe a few days needed to pass before striking down again, right? It was for the best. Sighing again, he felt the hat come off of his head. His eyebrow raised as Jervis talked about company buyouts.
"I thought you didn't-" BOOM. The curiousity would wait as a pure diabolical grin spread over his face. "Jervis Tetch, you're my savior, you know that, right?" he commented, looking at him with a deep interest. "And since when...did you buyout a company? Or did we take great force in making sure we were understood?" he cackled with glee.
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Post by jervis on Jul 25, 2008 13:34:09 GMT -5
His hands stopped and Jervis moved over the fire. With his feet, he started stomping wildly on it until it finally went out. Slowly, he scuffed his shoe on the floor to make it rub off all the ash and soot. Then, with ease, he moved over to the seat opposite his friend.
Another laughed escaped his throat. "At the moment, I don't really care what you're name is, or your mother's. I have my own Alice back in my flat anyways, and she stays locked up in a cage." He smirked and had a sinister look about his face before he moved the conversation on.
"Me? Your hero? Why Benny, I'm flattered. But no." He sighed. "How can you make me both flattered and appalled at the same time? I would never buy a company out. All my products are hand-crafted by yours truly."
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 13:52:53 GMT -5
The tormenting little game continued and soon he was interested in knowning more of this 'Alice' lass. "You know, I'm hoping it's a rat you're calling Alice. If not, you better hope Jimboy Gordon don't find out. He doesn't like hostages that well," he remarked, grinning.
"Though I hear Mike Engel does," was the added on lie. Engel was a slimy git who deserved anything ill mannered towards him. Of course, Jervis would not care about the lunatic's mother. Why would he even care about anyone but Wonderland, right? He grinned.
Once more, the grin faded. "It's JOKER, not Benny, Ben, Benji, or any other little variation. Call it again and I'll pop you sky high to Wonderland. Whether it'll be heavenly or hellish, I don't know what you believe. Bravo though on the little business of your own."
He meant it but also, the clown king was growing tired slightly. A yawn escaped from his lips from just thinking on it.
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Post by jervis on Jul 25, 2008 14:13:31 GMT -5
What was with Jervis and his mania? He laughed again, this time more exuberant and creepily than any other time. "Jimmy won't be in on my little secret. Besides, I found her somewhere that no one would care to look for anyone. I fixed her up, gave her a nice, blue dress, and I feed her everyday, so it's not like she is being mistreated." He smiled with a gleam in his eye.
Jervis's thumbs went back to twiddling like crazy again as he set them on his legs. "My deepest apologies..." He lied. "Dear Joker." Another smile, another laugh, and boy was he on a roll. "And I do commend you, myself, as you've been creating quite a name for yourself, I see." He gestured to the television in the room, which was currently off.
As the Joker sighed, Jervis yawned. It was that sort of effect it had on people. "Should I leave you alone to nap?"
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Post by Joker on Jul 25, 2008 18:17:04 GMT -5
"You'll have to tell me you know. Just in case you get caught in the act, old boy," he said with a grin, soon nodding his head. What he'd give for another few shots of alcohol - drown and numb the pain he felt in his body at the moment. Of course, not at Jervis' fault, mind you.
When mentioned about his theatrics, he grinned. "You really think so, Jerv? I'm must I agree with you. Of course, they're not taking me too seriously. The mafia boys are going to find that I'm not so sweet soon enough. Especially for that little goon, Gambol." He growled at mentioning his name.
"Called me .... crazy," he said, the word 'crazy' emphasized with distaste in his voice. "No, I don't want you to live. Stay, Jerv. It's been too long."
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