Post by jest on Oct 11, 2011 10:34:13 GMT -4
(Continued from All the World is a Birthday Cake...)
The Joker looked down at his watch – but once he saw the bare white skin staring straight back at him – he realized he wasn’t wearing a watch. He scowled as he looked around his golden brown colored cabin-esque living room to try and find anything that would give him the appropriate time of day. It was always useless to look outside the window at mountains of snow and hours and hours of either daylight or darkness.
But none of the frigid air that Mr. Freeze would love so much to delve into touched any inch of the Clown Prince of Crime. He was cozy and isolated within the confines of his Artic bunker that provided everything from heat, water and good food to luxuries such as Jacuzzi baths and comfy downed mattresses and comforters.
And just how in the world did the Joker get to create such an extravegent hide away? He didn’t – apparently one of those rich thrill seekers had died not too long ago and had made one of his base camps here. Since none of his other rich relatives would ever dream of venturing out and living here – it was left unkempt till the Joker decided it would make a wonderful place to park his tuckus in.
He picked up an alarm clock he found near one of the beds in one of the many bedrooms. The time read in orange neon – 4:50 P.M. – and he placed it back down gingerly before padding his way back into the living room. It was a little quiet – too quiet really – and it only increased his anxious energy ten fold.
He decided to busy himself by pouring himself a glass of Chardonnay – but fancy wines and spirits didn’t do too much to him on a molecular level. He never got drunk unless he WISHED to get drunk. Much like how he was never really affected by Fear Toxin or other mind control devices unless he wished to succumb to – whatever it was – they wanted him to succumb too. It was a cute little party trick that always got his audience screeching and yowling just like a cat when they figured out he wasn’t at all effected by their fancy little gizmos. Thank goodness for that lovely toxic chemical bath he fell into that gave him his own little “super power” to some extent.
Once he was done wasting his time with drinking he decided to navigate himself into one of the open spaced bathrooms. Having guests coming by at any minute (or actually more appropriately speaking – any hour) meant he had to look his optimal best. This just wasn’t any other day after all – it was HIS Birthday – and the Birthday boy (or girl) always needed to look their best. As a matter of fact – the Joker in general always wanted to look his best wherever he went. Never once was he ever caught unawares – even in his most seemingly “tossed on” outfits – it was all part of his “plan” and completely fit with the ambiance and tone of the entire set he was playing in.
Today he decided to go for a more “medical” look – though a perfectly nice suit was sitting right on his dresser in the master bedroom – today wasn’t a day for suits – but for costumes! He immediately buzzed out from the bathroom and went into his bedroom – jumping into the closest pile of clothes he could find he went on his mission. As he dug around he fell into some other costumes he had worn over the years. Black Suits, REAL circus type clown outfits, a ninja outfit, even a couple of ladies’ clothes (he had no shame in dressing up as a woman if the time called for it) till he reached the pile’s “Doctor” section. Reaching in the pulling out the first item – he pulled out Dr. Frank-N-Furter’s outfit from Rocky Horror Picture Show. As much as that movie held a special place in his heart for some raucous and raunchy laughs – it was definitely not a Rocky Horror ambiance he wanted to give off. Tossing out the fishnets behind him he pushed his hand into the pile again and pulled out a much more appropriate costume.
Quickly he zipped himself up into a steam punk-ish looking medieval type Doctor’s uniform. A beige long sleeved tunic rested over his body with a high top collar covering his neck. Over him he put on a sheet of green brown leather that was securely placed with two thin brown leather belts over his waist. For added design he also strategically placed two brown leather bands on his forearms as well. And once the outfit was nearly assembled he pulled on his brown leather gloves and brown leather knee high boots. Looking at himself in the mirror, a gentle tickling smell of cow hide making him smile, he felt like there was something missing. Something that would tie the whole thing together.
Continuing to look at himself – he snapped his fingers when he finally got it. GOGGLES! But not any of that swim wear gear – but fancy pantsy doctor goggles! Everybody knew Doctors always had some crazy eyewear going on. He ran into the living room where he kept his “Doctor goggles”. They were black and were technically modified to have a lens for zooming in on those pesky little arteries that needed to snipped or tied up. He placed the black goggles over his neck and smiled triumphantly – very pleased with himself. He looked like a cross between a welder, a butcher, and some dirty back alleyway abortionist. But – the outfit was everything he wanted and more and seated himself contently in one of the living room’s love seats.
Waiting for a knock to come to his door as soon as he sat down – he was a little more than disappointed when nothing came a knockin’ during the 60 seconds. He huffed and placed a lazy hand under his chin while his forearm rested over his knee and he slouched in his seat.
It was quiet again. Too quiet.
And while sitting in his chair trying to figure out how to keep himself occupied some more – another added touch of detail sparked in his mind.
What kind of party was this without any music? Immediately he jumped out of his seat and speed walked to the B-room intercom. He flipped on the switch to hear the ruckus down there and was happily met with the groans and scrapping and distorted sounds of flesh coming out from the speakers. He put the volume on louder to fill in the entirety of the luxuriant flat. He sat down again on the couch and lifted his feet up onto the coffee table.
It wasn’t quiet anymore.