» A Pocket Full of Pennies | (Up/Down: The Joker )
[ John didn't know exactly how to feel when he woke up in that weird dark room, dressed in his Joker duds. He may lose touch with reality now and then, but he was sure the Arkham staff had burned his costume. He wasn't even sure if he ever wanted to see it again.
But now he's here and there seem to be more than a few bad eggs around, and well, maybe this is some kind of second chance? To do things right? To not royally fuck the vigilante thing and maybe do some actual good?
Well, a failure is a success to try!
So he's on the hunt for goons-- a convenient target when you need to beat the shit out of something, a valuable lesson learned from his bestest buddy Batman. He'll pick out ones that seem to be troubling folk though.
Maybe some people have corralled you into a dark ally. Maybe someone's coming at you with a knife or a gun. Maybe they just want to mug you, or maybe they're trying something a little more sinister.
Either way, your attacker suddenly cries out in surprised pain as a set of fangs sinks into his or her shoulder and they are hauled back with an ungodly hollar. The momentum hauls them into the waiting white extended palm and a shock cracks the air as a weaponized joy-buzzer meets the back of their head.
And down they go. ]
Now that's justice [ he hisses with a satisfied sadist's grin punctuated with a few eerie giggles. ]
» New Flesh Like A Glove | ( Sexpo: John Doe )
[ a bit later, John finds something else to wear. Gotta tone it down a bit, keep his secret identity on the fly. And here...
So. Many. Things. John is getting super tempted to touch something! So many free samples-- there isn't even any need to steal anything which doesn't mean he doesn't he just doesn't need to. It doesn't really seem to phase him that everything is so heavily erotic-- he pops around the booths looking at this and that, and asking sexpo workers and fellow visitors alike a number of awkward questions. Maybe you'll hear:]
(I.) Do you know if these come in a different colour? Purple is kinda my favourite
[ or ]
(II.) Have you actually tried this? Because I need an accurate idea of the battery life. For reasons
[ or maybe: ]
(III.) Do these Unbreakable handcuffs really look unbreakable to you? Because, I tell ya, I've seen a guy that can break femurs with his fists and I'm not sure these little old things would hold him, know what I'm saying?
[ Eventually he gets distracted from bothering people by a booth of sexy lotions and ointments and such. In particular, he's extra interested in a display of flavoured lipstick.
They've got blood red in candy apple, spicy cinnamon, and swedish berries... John picks up the candy-apple one because come on that's so carnival. He plops himself into a seat (right next to you, no less!) and pulls out a small hand mirror, which he probably also got from another booth.
His grin goes ghastly-unnerving once he's applied the lush-cherry shade to his lips and he giggles in gleeful satisfaction while he nudges you with his angular elbow ]
(IV.) Look at this, it's a perfect shade of red! And it's flavoured; that's kinda kinky isn't it? [ he waggles his green eyebrows ]
» Wildcard | ( OTA)
[ Hit me up with anything and I'll roll with it! If you wanna plot first PMs work for OOC stuff, but I'm also down just winging it! Either way I'm down! ]
John Doe//The Joker | Telltale Batman | DOM
[ John didn't know exactly how to feel when he woke up in that weird dark room, dressed in his Joker duds. He may lose touch with reality now and then, but he was sure the Arkham staff had burned his costume. He wasn't even sure if he ever wanted to see it again.
But now he's here and there seem to be more than a few bad eggs around, and well, maybe this is some kind of second chance? To do things right? To not royally fuck the vigilante thing and maybe do some actual good?
Well, a failure is a success to try!
So he's on the hunt for goons-- a convenient target when you need to beat the shit out of something, a valuable lesson learned from his bestest buddy Batman. He'll pick out ones that seem to be troubling folk though.
Maybe some people have corralled you into a dark ally. Maybe someone's coming at you with a knife or a gun. Maybe they just want to mug you, or maybe they're trying something a little more sinister.
Either way, your attacker suddenly cries out in surprised pain as a set of fangs sinks into his or her shoulder and they are hauled back with an ungodly hollar. The momentum hauls them into the waiting white extended palm and a shock cracks the air as a weaponized joy-buzzer meets the back of their head.
And down they go. ]
Now that's justice [ he hisses with a satisfied sadist's grin punctuated with a few eerie giggles. ]
[ a bit later, John finds something else to wear. Gotta tone it down a bit, keep his secret identity on the fly. And here...
So. Many. Things. John is getting super tempted to touch something! So many free samples-- there isn't even any need to steal anything
which doesn't mean he doesn't he just doesn't need to. It doesn't really seem to phase him that everything is so heavily erotic-- he pops around the booths looking at this and that, and asking sexpo workers and fellow visitors alike a number of awkward questions. Maybe you'll hear:](I.) Do you know if these come in a different colour? Purple is kinda my favourite
[ or ]
(II.) Have you actually tried this? Because I need an accurate idea of the battery life. For reasons
[ or maybe: ]
(III.) Do these Unbreakable handcuffs really look unbreakable to you? Because, I tell ya, I've seen a guy that can break femurs with his fists and I'm not sure these little old things would hold him, know what I'm saying?
[ Eventually he gets distracted from bothering people by a booth of sexy lotions and ointments and such. In particular, he's extra interested in a display of flavoured lipstick.
They've got blood red in candy apple, spicy cinnamon, and swedish berries... John picks up the candy-apple one because come on that's so carnival. He plops himself into a seat (right next to you, no less!) and pulls out a small hand mirror, which he probably also got from another booth.
His grin goes ghastly-unnerving once he's applied the lush-cherry shade to his lips and he giggles in gleeful satisfaction while he nudges you with his angular elbow ]
(IV.) Look at this, it's a perfect shade of red! And it's flavoured; that's kinda kinky isn't it? [ he waggles his green eyebrows ]
[ Hit me up with anything and I'll roll with it! If you wanna plot first PMs work for OOC stuff, but I'm also down just winging it! Either way I'm down! ]