Post by crimson on Sept 27, 2011 18:59:06 GMT -4
All The World is a Birthday Cake…
The bandaged hand reached out and guided her had up to his lips. As her hand was being raised, Crimson gave Hush a look of ‘what the hell’. Hush placed a kiss on her knuckle. When he was finished trying to impress someone who would eventually become a better crime lord then he ever was and is currently his competition, Crimson slid her hand out of his grasp. With an awkward smile, she spoke. “Well that was weird.” Turning away, she continued to investigate the room they were standing in.
The group was interrupted by the intercom; a voice rang over the intercom. To Crimson and most likely that others, it was a very familiar voice. It was Joker. He was rambling on as usual. Then he called in one of his henchmen, but instead walked out a hideous thing. It was hunched over and bared a large resemblance to the Igor in the Halloween stories. Igor entered rolling in a television on a cart. Turning it on, Joker appeared on the screen. He sat in his nice chair wearing his robe. After a few seconds of silence which was nice seeing as how they were all in the presence of the man who liked to talk, Joker began.
The speech was so long. Looking around, Crimson noticed that the Doctor wasn’t listening. All of the speech seemed very unimportant. It was basically him trying to justify his reasoning for injecting nanites into theirs systems and why they were actually here and whole bunch of other stuff. It wasn’t until he started to address all of them individually that Crimson listened. He started off with Sinestro who didn’t really get an invite. He was basically what people would call a party crasher. Then mentioning something about the younger people here. Seeing as how Crimson and Hush were the youngest people in the room, she figured he was talking about them. Then he turned directly to Crimson. Looking her right in the eye, he spoke. "By the way Crim, say Hi to your old man for me.” Crimson reacted to this. Her eyes shot open. How did he know who I was? How does he know my dad? Crimson clenched her fist while she bit down on her tongue trying to keep quite.
Luckily, Joker kept going and ignored the fact that she was a bit freaked out. Letting her tongue go, she let out a sigh and as she tried to pay attention again. Focusing in on the camera, Crimson noticed the camera shaking and then falling to the ground. The camera showed Joker’s fuzzy slippers and he rose from his chair and walked off screen. Joker began yelling as he beat the man behind the camera. After a couple of seconds, Jokers voice was drowned out by the intense sound of screaming. Crimson smiled. This was what she had come to see, the pure madness which was the mind of the Joker. He was one of the craziest people in Gotham city, and that was saying something. Patients in Arkham feared, hated or worshipped him. Well mostly hated, aside from his main squeeze, Harley Quinn. Quinn was another story though.
Crimsons thoughts were interrupted by the dead body of the man who Joker was most likely beating to death what not five seconds ago. He must have killed him when her mind started to wander. The sight of the man was horrible. His eyes faced directly towards the camera. Meeting eyes with the dead man, Crimson didn’t even flinch. Joker may be crazy… She thought …but man does he know terror tactics. Being in the mob game, Crimson had seen some pretty intense terror tactics or ways to make the competition talk. But this was on a whole new level. The one thing you needed for this was a bad reputation. In the underworld, reputation got you anything and everything you desired.
The camera was brought back up and centered on the chair once more. Joker walked into view. Now his robe was covered in blood. Joker gave the robe one good rub down. As is the blood were just a bunch of crumbs. Unfortunately, blood wasn’t like that. One you get it in, it’s a bitch to get out. After an apology from Joker, he decided to wrap up his speech with a clue for getting to him. Reading off some stupid math problem, he signed off. Igor turned off the television and rolled the cart out of the room. Looking around, Crimson watched as her competition tried to work the problem out in their head. Crimson had never been very good at math seeing as how she was too focused on trying to learn how to shoot a gun or kill a guy. But she did know one thing, people are helpful. Crimson was just going to wait for one of the three guys to help her out and lead her to the clue. Crimson had her money on the Doctor figuring it out first.
After a couple of seconds, the Doctor seemed to have the answer. He got up and offered everyone else to come with him. Crimson was the first to jump up, she rose to her feet after she had been sitting with her back to the wall, loading up her guns and doing an ammo check. She followed him down the halls and to the door labeled, twenty-three.
The Doctor tried to get in by opening the door by the handle. He was electocuted. The shock tossed him back from one sid eof the hall to the other. Crimson watched as he went flying. He got up and the had a new idea. He placed a breaching charge on the door. Th Doctor got toone side of the door while Crimson got to the other side. After the door was blown, Crimson pulled out her guns while he tossed a gun into the room. After a bang, he entered and called clear. It seemed the good Doctor had military training. Turning the corner, she entered the room. Crimson started checking aroud the room to find any clues.