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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Mar 4, 2009 15:29:34 GMT -5
Usually when Elizabeth received anonymous letters, she threw them out. But there was something different about this one, there was something that told her she needed to heed this letter. That was why she sat at a horribly dark night club, sipping on a tumbler of brandy and waiting for whomever it was to show up.
She had come straight after work, so she was still in her dove gray skirt suit and black heels, her hair up in a loose ponytail that fell gently down to her shoulders. Her legs were crossed beneath the bar, showing off her long, lean legs to the many mobsters and robbers could leers. But none of them would touch her. They all knew that if something happened to her, there would be no lawyers that would take their cases.
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Post by Joker on Mar 4, 2009 15:38:24 GMT -5
The once handsome and striking young lad by the name of Ripner would have never dreamt of achieving this status: Entering a nightclub filled with dark and sinister folk. However, the clown prince of chaos (that he had become), did not care at all. In fact, it was more than pleasant to find that individuals had already heard of him. His hit on Gotham was still in works, but at the moment, the murder of his father and his beloved wife (not his mother, mind you) still rang in his ears.
This evening would prove to be most entertaining indeed - after al, taunting and mocking a former lover was, eh? He could see the individuals at the bar, one catching his attention. Was that her, the little whore who had broken his heart? His eyes narrowed. Yup. With his hand, he mimicked a pistol and aimed, firing shortly after. How amusing.
Need me to go and get her, boss? came Vince's voice and he looked over to him. "Yup, go get the bonnie lass, Vince. No rough play and if she gives you lip or more, use aggressive force. After all, what's to say she wouldn't give you a run for your money? Heh." Soon enough, Vince was heading down the steps as Joker stood there with the music changing to Electric Feel. He grinned wildly at it - how cute.
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Miss? I'm here on behalf of the anonymous letter writer, Vince said as he settled next to her, his red tinted glasses covering his eyes. A smile crept up on his face. God forbid she fight him. She could likely beat him too, but she wasn't bulky either.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Mar 4, 2009 15:47:26 GMT -5
Elizabeth tapped her fingers in aggravation on the wooden top of the bar, resting the opposite elbow on the bar and resting her chin in her hand. She nursed her glass of brandy once more, licking her lips to get the taste of brandy off. She could sense someone settling into the seat beside her and she turned her head curiously as the man began to speak.
"Oh really now?" She asked in sarcastic curiosity, flipping a look piece of hair behind one ear and watching him as he looked at her over his red tinted glasses. "And what does this anonymous letter writer want with me?" She asked sharply, tapping her nails on the counter top. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Joker on Mar 4, 2009 17:30:29 GMT -5
"Simple, darlin' - he, being the writer, obviously wants you. So get up there, the top of the staircase, second room to the left and don't give me lip." Vince simply stood there, waiting for her to move while ordering a Guinness for himself. God, how he needed not only a drink, but a vacation. A sigh escaped his lips as the beverage was handed to him. An utter of 'thanks' and he looked to Lizzie. "Ain't you going to move?"
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Joker was watching the spectacle, growing tired of Elizabeth Connery being a bitch. Not only to Vince, but in general - yet there was nothing he could do about since she probably was born like that, eh? Licking his teeth with his tongue, they felt a bit disgusting. As if that matter since his appearances usually anymore were rather disturbing.
"How about you hurry up, ya dumb broad."
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Mar 4, 2009 17:51:36 GMT -5
Elizabeth arched one of her honey blonde eyebrow nearly to her hairline before she replied. "Yeah, I'm moving. But in the process, I'm trying to decide if your overworked, or truly an asshole." She dug a ten out of her pocket and left it on the counter, moving away before the man could respond.
She moved up the stairs with her slow, elegant gate, her heels clicking softly as she did. Her elegant features were set in a perfect poker face, one hand still holding her brandy and the other running up the railing as she climbed the stairs. She moved to the second door on the left side of the hallway and knocked, waiting. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Joker on Mar 5, 2009 18:15:22 GMT -5
Joker simply waited for her to enter the room and wham, blam, thank you ma'am, the door slammed behind him, a sadistic grin (along with his scars) growing wider than usual. Oh, the bliss of being evil, eh? He couldn't help it, not really. Not when he had the love, er FORMER, love of his life in the same room. Heh. Hah. Ho. Hee.
"Let our love be a flame, not an ember, say its me that you want to dismember," he began, his voice no more than a whisper as he waltzed behind her, grinning darkly, his brown eyes glimmering in darkness and insanity. How delightful to mock and taunt - after all, it was worth it. She wouldn't likely figure it out it was him.
"Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie," he continued, his voice rising, the giggle that would become known to Batman eventually, pierced the air. Oh, how this dark tune made him really all giddy and cheerful. Only proof of the madness within him, eh?
The last line were here now and for that, he got right behind her and sang it into her ear, filled with the sweetest poison he had within him. It had settled just for her since it was HER who this little meeting was for. "As we dance to the masochism tango."
the masochism tango | tom lehrer
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Mar 5, 2009 19:08:05 GMT -5
Elizabeth felt her body jump as the door slammed closed behind her. She did not turn, no matter how bad she wanted to. There was a voice behind her...singing to her. She swallowed hard, standing completely still despite the fact that her heart was hammering in her chest, she could hear her blood pounding in her ears.
"Let our love be a flame, not an ember, say its me that you want to dismember,"
Whomever it was, they were closer now. She could hear fabric brushing against fabric as she person moved closer. She was breathing harder now, just enough to be heard.
"Blacken my eye, set fire to my tie,"
She felt the person coming even closer now, directly behind her. She flinched visibly, forcing herself to calm down and regulate her breathing. Finally he was directly behind her, only inches from her and yet not touching her. She stared at the floor a little out in front of her, her breathing a little higher than before. After he sang the last line, she reacted.
One of her feet came up behind her with the intention of hitting him in the knee with her stiletto heel. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Joker on Mar 10, 2009 16:51:14 GMT -5
The tango was so enjoyable, not to mention the song made him horribly intrigued in making her sore with him. Yet, the move made by her went unnoticed and soon, he was down on the ground, howling in pain. However, the howling was first a yowl of hurt and then grew into a fit of insane laughter. She REALLY thought she could cause him discomfort? HAH. Do try again.
"That's one way of greeting a person, darlin'," he commented, pulling himself up, limping slightly all while the grin continued on his scars and face. "Elizabeth Connery, keerect? Haven't seen your face in a VERY long time, eh? Hm. Still smell as pretty as a summer's rose. Then again, sour as a Granny Smith apple, hm?"
How he loved these games. They were all too fun.
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Post by Elizabeth Connery on Mar 11, 2009 6:14:12 GMT -5
Elizabeth turned when she heard him hit the ground, looking down at him on the floor. She had gone to leave when his howl turned into insane laughter, causing her to freeze midstep. She turned back to look at him, standing at the door, watching him pull himself up. She couldn't help but grin sourly in mild satisfaction.
The way he spoke, he did know her, but from where? Some deranged stalker? Someone she had passed on the street? Perhaps a one night stand while she was in Boston? She watched him moving, and she backed herself against the door. "How do you know me?" She snapped, arching one eyebrow, trying to remain calm. [/blockquote] |
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