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Post by Lois Lane on Jul 30, 2008 23:49:40 GMT -5
*Lois ran to the other side of her cell and clung to the bars as she desperately gasped for air. What had she gotten herself into?*
*She pressed the back of her hand to her cheek and cringed in pain. But a strange sense of relief washed over her as she realized that a little cut on her face was a small price to pay for saving an entire city.*
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Post by The Joker on Jul 30, 2008 23:55:09 GMT -5
"In time, that cut'll heal to be a perfect, little scar of the past. Speaking of which, do you know how I got these scars?"
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Post by Lois Lane on Jul 31, 2008 0:22:57 GMT -5
"Shaving accident?" *she quipped, mirthlessly, obviously not in the mood for story time.*
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Post by The Joker on Jul 31, 2008 21:26:23 GMT -5
The Joker giggled and licked his lips.
"Not quite. Y'see, I had a wife. And guess what? Her ex is furious that I'm with her, just green with envy. So one night after work he comes after me, throws me in a dark alley, and tells me I should be happier with her. That I was a lucky man. He takes a, uh, shard of mirror that he finds in the alley and rips it through my mouth. I come home to my wife, who takes one look at me, screams, and leaves.
"I never see her again. But now, I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!"
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 1, 2008 18:37:40 GMT -5
*Lois scoffed.*
"How many versions of this have you told people?" *she said, not impressed.*
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Post by The Joker on Aug 1, 2008 22:04:44 GMT -5
The Joker threw a disdainful glance in Lois's general direction, displeased at her less-than-satisfactory reaction. Where was the trepidation? Where was... the fear? At least, where was the obnoxious and horrified sympathy his stories usually elicited from listeners of the female gender?
"I've lost track," he replied.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 1, 2008 22:11:43 GMT -5
*Lois nodded knowingly.*
"Mm-hm. Thought as much. As if you have the emotional capacity to get married. Unless it was a shotgun wedding. With you pointing the shotgun. Even then, I can't picture you in a tux," *she rattled on, using her words as a distraction as she reached carefully into her bra for her tape recorder. Finding the stop button, she turned it off... but not without sending an audible click resonating throughout the cells. She closed her eyes and cursed herself.*
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Post by The Joker on Aug 1, 2008 22:35:27 GMT -5
The Joker rolled his eyes at her words and propped himself lazily against the cell wall. He mimicked the manner in which he thought Lois was speaking, complete with exaggerated facial expressions.
"Should've killed you when I had the chance," he muttered under his breath.
And then, he fell still.
"Lois Lane, what was that?" the Joker questioned suspiciously, although he already knew full well the answer.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 1, 2008 22:40:35 GMT -5
*Lois banged her head against one of the bars in frustration. Of all the times to be clumsy...*
*Without turning around, she looked up and sighed as she chose her words delicately.*
"I think I have an article to write," *she said simply.*
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Post by The Joker on Aug 1, 2008 23:13:37 GMT -5
"But recording our private conversation? I think that crossed the line, Lois."
The Joker crooked his arm behind his back and stealthily slid a knife out from the sleeve of his coat. In one fluid movement, he aimed and threw; the knife's blade sank into the wall a few millimeters right of Lois.
"Close call. Just a word of warning, you know?" He grinned at her, but it did not hold the same amusement that it had had before. "Write that article, and as soon as it's hot off the press, your readers and colleagues will discover your unfortunate death. A knife to the head."
He laughed.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 3, 2008 18:15:43 GMT -5
It was as if her brain had lost its control of every aspect of her body. Her only reaction was the instinctual flinch. Nothing more.
Lois was finally able to muster enough courage to move. She glanced over at the ghastly blade that had missed her head by the thickness of just a few sheets of paper and over to the even ghastlier face of the thing that had thrown it...
And she knew that he would hold true to his thread because she realized: the man under all that paint--the part that embodied even the slightest, most minute traces of humanity, logic, restraint--had long since gone, buried and smothered into unrecoverable obscurity by the nameless plague that had ravaged every corner of his mind. What she stood before was an indescribable monster beyond all possible help. The fact that any human being could be driven to such extremes frightened her the most.
Though unsure if she was able to form coherent words, Lois spoke.
"Not if I get you in a body bag first," she said, her voice trembling.
She felt useless, like a chihuahua barking at an on-coming eighteen wheeler. But if she had faith left in anything, it was her ability to write a damn good article and her knack for surviving.
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Post by The Joker on Aug 3, 2008 22:09:48 GMT -5
((You genius, you! Stop denying your ingeniousness.))
"Ooh, is that a threat, Miss Lane?" he jeered.
"Sorry to burst your little bubble, but I'm not ready to leave this world. Not. Just. Yet," he hissed, enunciating each word with terrible clarity. "As you know, I have... unfinished business to attend to and still other acts of terrorism to carry out."
He grinned smugly before vanishing from view to sprawl across his bed.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 6, 2008 17:36:18 GMT -5
((Pffft. Hardly. I seem to be in a perpetual state of FAIL these days. XD))
*That was it. She had to get out of the nut house.*
*Lois took knife out of the wall, hid it in her clothes and called over a guard.* "I need to speak with Crane. Alone," *she said seriously, obviously freaked out.*
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Post by The Joker on Aug 7, 2008 18:23:46 GMT -5
((*gives you the glare of death*))
"Scared, Lois?" he questioned, thoroughly amused.
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Post by Lois Lane on Aug 7, 2008 18:28:15 GMT -5
*Lois whipped around and glared at him.*
"You wish."
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