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Razorblade Smiles Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 8:29 am
A branch off from 'Lights! Camera! Mayhem!' RP that way we aren't dominating the RP with multiple pages of RPing while people are away. This RP is between myself and Harley (aka Sadronniel) however if you would like to be a part of it, PM or comment me, and give me good reason why you should be in this RP moment with us, thanks. -Joe --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Hearing her words, hearing he hadn’t been the first, he casually nod, settling back once more against the wall, ”—Certainly…but…” he stated, rocking forward once more this time slipping further into the light, color shimmering darkly against those emerald green locks of his, ”—I bet it’s the first time you’ve heard your name said like that, by a psychopathic clown,” that he was assured of, and he couldn’t help but chuckle about it, laughter rolling over those ruby lips of his. There was no indication, no way of being sure that she was indeed his doctor…but a small part of him felt that she wasn’t there because she was assigned, but because she wanted to be…the thought sent another active thrill in him…naturally the thought of another doctor picking at his brain besides Harleen displeased him, that would have to be remedied…only she would do. ’ "Joker that's an interesting choice in a name. I assume you choose it to fit with your appearance.’ and he would smile, nodding this way and that, ”—Smart girl…I’ve always had an addiction for card playing, the Joker was always my favorite. The papers used to call me something else…the Sideshow Slasher…didn’t stick right, after my swan dive into a vat of chemicals…when I came out…I saw the Joker card…and it stuck…lucky me…could have been so much worse,” he chimed, while gingerly crossing his legs at the ankles. The papers thought they had come up with something catchy, it worked for the time...a kind of coming out, you knew you'd hit the big time when you were worthy of a press nickname. Now days it seemed he was doing everything in his power to ensure the name stayed buried, after all...it was before he'd made the plunge. ”—Batman made me…I guess you could say, but then again…I suppose I made him too, role reversal…like continuously swapping Frankenstein’s monster, and the man himself…he needs me, and I need him…” wetting his lips, his hands flit once more, dancing until they landed to rest on his lap, ”—I only want to reveal my juicy secrets to you Doctor…anyone else is going to have to pry it from me…now, what about you…what got you wantin’ to study nut jobs for a living? I certainly imagine its not for the pay...otherwise you might have attempted being a brain surgeon...”
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2013 10:27 pm
 "—I only want to reveal my juicy secrets to you Doctor…anyone else is going to have to pry it from me…now, what about you…what got you wantin’ to study nut jobs for a living? I certainly imagine its not for the pay...otherwise you might have attempted being a brain surgeon...” She bit her lip and couldn't help but smile. He was fascinating, everything she had hoped to see when she chose to accept the internship with Arkham Asylum. He was the exact blend of brilliance and danger that had always attracted her. Oh how she wished she could meet with him on real terms, and not an unauthorized moment stolen through a pane of glass. She cleared her throat and sat up, once again trying to maintain her business like demeanor. "My father was a psychologist. It only made sense I follow in his footsteps. Arkham promised the most interesting internship available. I accepted it as a challenge." She was breaking rule number one. Well not really, rule number one was don't fall in love with your patient although she was breaking that rule too. rule number two was the main rule she was breaking at that moment and that rule was, do not tell your patents about your own life. By answering his questions, and telling him about her life, she was handing him power over her on a plate. A man as brilliant as him could probably use this information against her in a thousand different way, but to be honest she didn't care. She was finding it increasingly hard to not want to pour out her every life experience and desire to him. She had just reminded herself that she needed to stay on topic and she was running out of time when she heard the warning signal from the guard who had helped her sneak in for this unsanctioned visit. Joker's real doctor was on his way down to talk to the new inmate. Harley cleared her throat and stood up. "Well I think that's enough for my own records. Another doctor will be in to speak to you soon. His session will be completely separate of course no overlap in the files. Thank you for your cooperation." She shoot him one last, lingering look, before turning from him and walking out the door. the guard was just barely able to help her hide down one of the emergency corridors as Joker's real psychiatrist walked by and into the clowns holding cell. ~You wanna try and judge me. Fine, live my life, then we'll talk~
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Razorblade Smiles Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 7:01 am
Joker rocked forward slightly, and smiled wickedly…handsomely, ”—and I don’t imagine you’re taking a personal interest in Madmen like me? No…that would be unorthodox wouldn’t it?” he chimed, in a mock serious tone. Only contradicting his faux words immediately after, ”—But then again, life wouldn’t be very fun if one didn’t learn to take risks, if one didn’t reach out and simply take what they wanted,” he explained, fidgeting every now and again while they spoke. It wasn’t long before the conversation would cease, Harleen announcing she was done…while the clown knew full well the only reason their time had ended was because of the arrival of his new Doctor. Such an easy feat it was, to keep a straight face, having broke his left thumb so he could easily remove the cuff from his wrist, the second dangling like a lengthy bracelet along his wrist. Darting forward against the glass, pushing his hands and face down the hall, he uttered one last set of words before the guards burst out into the Hall, and into his cell to restrain him again, ”—Come down and see me…anytime Doctor,” and then the guards would pounce on him…already calling for a straight jacket, to use on the frustrating freedom happy patient. Little did his ‘real Doctor’ know, this would be the last day he’d be breathing…Joe had his sights set on a certain woman, and no other Doctor would hardly do…
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:01 pm
Of course the physician assigned to Joker had noticed when his patient, who was supposed to be cuffed to a chair and subdued, standing and pounding against the glass of his cell. When the Doctor entered the guards were struggling to put the deranged clown back in his chair, and wrestle him into a straight jacket. When matters finally calmed the doctor tried to interrogate Joker but the clown wouldn't play. The next day the doctor was found murdered in his office. the the estimated TOD was just after his session with the Joker. Since the inmate was found, safely locked in his cell the next morning it was assumed he had nothing to do with it, and Gotham PD concentrated on the staff. In the next few weeks the supervising doctor tried several other psychiatrists, but either they were found dead, injured, or resigned from Joker's case after the first session. The supervising psychiatrist had a suspicion that Harley had snuck into see the Joker without sanction, but since the video cameras had "mysteriously" malfunctioned, and none of the guards would verify it harley had seen the clown or not, the Supervisor had nothing to go on. The Supervisor was quickly running out of options. So almost two months after their first meeting, Harley was walking down the hall to the Joker's cell, this time as his assigned doctor. She walked down the hall with pride. The joker was, by far, the most intriguing patient within the asylum. Most of the other doctors were frightened of him, seeing what had happened to his previous doctors. None of her seniors could handle him and here she was, an intern, about to meet with him for the first time under an official setting. She had to admit she wanted to see him for more then just professional advancement. He had been the only thing she could think about since she had first met him a few weeks ago. She had caught herself doodling little pictures of him, and his name in the margins of her notes on other patient. She would often stare off in the distance thinking about him, she had even started dreaming about him at night. She had tried to sneak in to see him before this, but the supervising doctor had made sure that would be impossible. None of that matter now though. The guards let her into his cell room. From the moment she stepped in the room, she found her breath had been stolen from her once again. Weeks of what was essentially solitary confinement hadn't effected him at all. Most men would start showing mental fatigue after being alone with nothing but their own thoughts after that time, but the Joker looked as alert as every. Harley couldn't help thinking the clown was even more focused now then he was when she first met him, almost like a hunter who has spotted his prey. Her heart started beating faster in excitement. He was a dangerous man, and the fact that he had chosen a target made him even more dangerous. The was the question though of who his new target was, and the the thought that it could be her excited her. She took her seat just as before, and straightened her glasses. She made eye contact with him. Oh those deep green eyes that starred right down into her soul. She felt herself go weak at the knees, but the camera was watching. She'd have to be more in control this time. When she knew she had his attention, she tilted her head in the direction of the camera to indicate that they had to pretend this was their first meeting. She then cleared her throat and took up a very official tone. "My name is Doctor Quinzel I will be your new psychiatrist. It's nice to meet you Mister ...." She checked her records just to make it look like they were meeting for the first time. "Joker. That is quite and interesting name. Well Mister Joker, I'm sure you've had your fill of Doctors by now, controlling sessions. I'd like to let you decide where we begin. So what would you like to talk about today?" ~You wanna try and judge me. Fine, live my life, then we'll talk~
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Razorblade Smiles Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 7:45 am
Unlike most times Harley had visited him, he was jacketed, while his ankles were cuffed, the guards making doubly sure the same fate wouldn’t be due for the blonde Doctor. Like her, Joker was in an infinitely good mood, things were finally going his way, he had sat through the s**t, had bide his time, had waited stuck eating dive cafeteria food, not fit enough for a starving roach, and for what…for this moment. When the big wigs of Arkham finally cut the act, and finally appointed the one Doctor he had longed for since before arriving at the Asylum, to be his caretaker. Often times when his ‘other’ former Doctors were due to arrive, the clown would be sleeping, or pissing…anything that would provide a lack of respect for them…but for Harleen…she had his apt attention, he sat upright, but restrained on his cot, a genuine smile…not a leer fixed on his palid face, if one wouldn’t have known they might have guessed he’d won the million dollar lotto, or been pardoned by the Governor…even though he’d probably take that pardon and shove it up the Gov’s hole. When Harleen finally arrived, his smile would have grown doubly, and when she had given the sign to play along after taking her seat, oh he would…everything would go accordingly, he would sing like a bird, give her anything and everything she wanted, please those bastards upstairs so that they could finally agree that Doctor Harleen Quinzel was the right fit for him.
Keeping his eyes set firmly on her, he relaxed some…binds expanding only slightly, while he ‘hugged’ himself. ”—You heard right, glad to hear you didn’t call me by my other nickname, ‘bout time I shed that skin…” he uttered, voice rolling out in a malicious purr. Joe was much like a Valentino from Hell, a seducer to only one, which gave him a sort of silky oiliness, like her he had his mind on one, Harleen…his Doctor, from the moment she had properly entered his life, the rest of the world was wasted space, in his sick mind he had drawn up so many fantasies, oh how he wanted to taint her innocence, to conquer her completely, and now here she was…here he could properly have his chance, aptly his smile grew, eyes glittering like black emeralds. ’What did he want to talk about?’ and he would start after giving it some thought, ”—Irony…how about that?” he finally commented, starting after a spell… ”—It’s a b***h isn’t it. Having something only to have it taken away, Karma, its about the same thing, maybe like a double sided coin. Which reminds me…Two Face, split personality, split face, tosses a coin…once a DA, now a criminal…fighting against what he formerly was…HA! Now that’s humor…mine…wasn’t so funny, I had a wife once…” he started, being rather blasé about his story, ”—She was pregnant, finally after so many years of trying and failing, we achieved what we thought could not be done. The problem, we didn’t have money, so I signed up to work with the wrong people, as my comedy act wasn’t cutting it, not that she cared…she was always so proud of me, always keeping my hopes up even when the chips were down…but before we start, I got a visit from some cops, I was worried maybe they had discovered our plan, I couldn’t go to jail, my wife…my family, they said…my wife was dead, baby lost…died in a car accident…hit and run. Even after…even before I could start to grieve… those thugs tell me the job still needs doing, the irony…chalk full of it…I couldn’t help but laugh, and laugh, and laugh until I thought I was going to pass out. I did it, I had nothing to lose…had to wear this mask though…couldn’t see out of the damn thing, like a horse with blinders. Long story short…Batman showed up…and soon after that…I became me…what I am…what about you? Any moments of irony in your life Doc?” best not call her by her real name…not even if she had said it, didn’t want them all thinking he was getting so cozy right away, but the fact he was even talking…the fact that he was giving more than insults and threats, would prove vital to Harleen staying on as his Doctor.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 11:26 am
The moment he started to speak, his velvety voice placed her in an immediate state of wonder. She swayed as he his voice ebbed and flowed as though she were a cobra and he her charmer. Did he know what he was doing? Did he know just how much he made her heart melt with just a simple look and the sound of his voice? She shook her head, snapping herself back into reality. She had to pull herself together. She was his doctor, she had to help him, but he was so silky right down to those green locks of his hair. How could she hope to stay focused?
She pulled herself back into reality to listen to the story he had to tell. "I had a wife once…” he said. Her breath was instantly taken away, but not with love as before, but with heartbreaking disappointment. He was married, then he wouldn't be interested in the likes of her. That's what you get when you let your heart win. Why had she been so stupid, but wait he had had. He HAD a wife as in past tense. That meant he wasn't married, he had been married. He was free once again. Oh, but what had happened to his wife? He continued on.
”—She was pregnant, finally after so many years of trying and failing, we achieved what we thought could not be done. The problem, we didn’t have money, so I signed up to work with the wrong people, as my comedy act wasn’t cutting it, not that she cared…she was always so proud of me, always keeping my hopes up even when the chips were down…but before we start, I got a visit from some cops, I was worried maybe they had discovered our plan, I couldn’t go to jail, my wife…my family, they said…my wife was dead, baby lost…died in a car accident…hit and run..."
Even though she had instantly hated the woman who had held her patient's heart before her, she still couldn't help feeling deep and crushing pity for him. He lost his wife and his newborn on the same day, by a hit and run driver. How tragic, and after so many years of trying. It must have been his wife's fault. She wasn't strong enough to carry his baby. Harley tried as hard as she could not to think of how she wouldn't fail him if she were to have his baby.
Even after…even before I could start to grieve… those thugs tell me the job still needs doing, the irony…chalk full of it…I couldn’t help but laugh, and laugh, and laugh until I thought I was going to pass out. I did it, I had nothing to lose…had to wear this mask though…couldn’t see out of the damn thing, like a horse with blinders. Long story short…Batman showed up…and soon after that…I became me…what I am…what about you? Any moments of irony in your life Doc?” His life was so beautifully tragic, how could he stand it? She tried to straighten herself out and clear her throat to hide the complete and total infatuation she had for him. "So that is how your skin became bleached and your hair discolored? How upsetting, and by the batman you say." She made it look like she was taking notes, but really she was doodling little pictures of him surrounded by hearts. "Some say the Batman is a hero. Some say an uncontrollable vigilante that should be stopped. It sounds as though you didn't prosper from your interaction with him. I wonder Mister Joker, how do you feel about Gotham's favorite hero? If you were to meet him again, have you thought about what you would say to him?"
~You wanna try and judge me. Fine, live my life, then we'll talk~
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Razorblade Smiles Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:04 am
 The great invisible spectators, the Fates would be wrong to believe that the clown had little idea what Harley was thinking, he did. Not by some magical means, but a well educated guess, he had done his homework, had learned everything he could about his dearest Doctor. Tapping his fingers gently against his arm, locked in the way he was left…he couldn’t help but hum a song in his head, ‘March of the Knights’ by Prokofiev, the song its self in places was a bit too flowery for his tastes…but the beginning crescendo, just smacked of Evil…his type of noise. Away his mind went, taken to such beautifully dark places, Oh how he wanted to reach out and touch her…to see her donned in the color he so often loved to spill, Harleen was a beautiful woman, and he longed to have her in his clutches completely, like putty between his slender fingers, to break her morals, and hammer them out into something a bit more darker, to wear her like a second skin. Thoughts danced further, like a grand play, once his bright and shining Doctor, a beacon of aid to those lost in the dark, and then, a switch, day to night, as she switched into a black and red suit, like the Harlequin, parading along the streets on his arm. With his story complete, silently awaiting an answer…he remained ever calm, nothing shattered his nerves…like a fierce bloodthirsty predator, he bide his time…utilizing everything he was, to slowly conquer the woman before him.
”—I’d like to think it was him, gives a bit of poetic justice. You see he went to launch his grapple gun at me, I lost my footing and fell back…the line wasn’t secured and in I plunged into that awaiting vat of Acid…” there was no glumness, simply factual words spewing out past that semi-permanent grin he wore, malicious but inviting…when she asked however what he would do, how he felt about the Batman, he grinned further, smile doubling in size as it seemed to split his face in two halves, ”—What would I do?” he repeated, ”—Well…I don’t know, I’d probably try and kill him…but leave it easily escapable enough for him. I’ll probably repeat this fashion over and over… the yin to my yang… he created me, and in a way I created him…” he declared, settling back on his cot, a look of nostalgia crossing his angled features, ”—Oh, but I imagine one day I really will kill him, or if I’m lucky…he’ll kill me! Really I think it’s a fantasy of mine, breaking the Bat’s spirit, breaking everything he stands for…destroying that sense of justice he carries, while he chokes the life out of me…or turns the gun on me I was using…poetic justice…the break of a circle…it makes me happy…and I intend to make it happen…one way or another,” he uttered, voice rolling out in a malicious purr.
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:44 pm
”—Oh, but I imagine one day I really will kill him, or if I’m lucky…he’ll kill me! Really I think it’s a fantasy of mine, breaking the Bat’s spirit, breaking everything he stands for…destroying that sense of justice he carries, while he chokes the life out of me…or turns the gun on me I was using…poetic justice…the break of a circle…it makes me happy…and I intend to make it happen…one way or another,” His voice echoed in her mind, gripping her mind and heart. His words, and his tone echoed through her soul. She could't do it anymore. She couldn't stay in the same room with him anymore. Her desire for him had reached it's boiling point. She had to get out or she would do something that would instantly get her fired. She cleared her throat and closed notes. "Well Mister Joker. I think that's a good starting point. I think we have a lot of potential here. I look foreword to our sessions in the future." She gave him a quick nod, and tried to keep her composure as she rushed from the room and to her office. When she arrived in her office, she locked the door, and collapsed in her chair. It took at least ten minutes for her to stop breathing heavily. A few weeks later things hadn't gotten any better for her. Dr. Harleen had it bad for this mister Joker. She was doing more then just doodling little pictures of them holing hands surrounded by hearts. She had pictures of him all over her office covered in lipstick prints. She had small dolls she painted to have white faces, green hair, and red lips. She had even written 'Joker and Harleen' in the margins of every set of notes she had on him. She wondered if he even knew what he did to her. Then again he was so brilliant he had to know. Ever session with him became harder and harder to control herself. She wanted so desperately to brake the glass between them and melt into his flesh. It was becoming harder to stand, but she wouldn't need to battle much longer. After a, not so pleasant, night with the guard stationed to watch the Joker, she was guaranteed an half hour of un-supervisor visitation with her beloved patient. The guard promised he would deflect every visitor who came to the imprisoned clown, and he would detach the camera feed so there would be no record of what happened, but he could only pull it off for a half hour. She was not dressed in her usual doctor blouse and pencil skirt. She had just changed. Tonight she wore a top that was a little bit more revealing and a skirt that only reached half way down her thighs. She double checked her make-up one more time before buttoning her doctor coat over her clothes so none of the other doctors would catch on and report her. When she reached the door to his cell, she felt nothing but pure elation. She took a moment to savor the emotions rushing through her veins. She was about to do something she had been dreaming about for weeks. She was about to come face to face with the man who was haunting her dreams. This time she would't have to wear the mask of doctor. She could just be a woman now. She was a woman, pursuing what she wanted. She bit her lip, and opened the door, walking through, she closed the door behind her and turned towards his window. She started shaking in anticipation. Slowly she stepped into the light. "Hello Mister Joker." She said in a soft voice. "I thought we could have a little talk." She unbuttoned her doctor's coat, showing the revealing blouse and skirt underneath. She then took off her glasses, and pulled her hair out of it's bun, letting her golden locks fall around her shoulders. She then took her usual seat in front of him. "This time," She whispered. "Everything is off the record." ~You wanna try and judge me. Fine, live my life, then we'll talk~
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