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Jack and Harley First MeetJack was nervous, he wasn't going to pretend otherwise. He had been dropped off at the corner as his mother had went on her way to work. She had a lot of clients to see that day, and a lot of money to make. It was something she had reminded him of when he had clung desperately to her hand, and tried to pull her to the school gates with him. She was going to have none of it though.
So, he had made his own way to the gates and walked into the school grounds himself, holding tightly onto the straps of his backpack. His clothes were creased and threadbare. Although it was his first day at school, nothing he owned looked brand new. Nothing he owned was new, and Jack knew that he was probably going to get a lot of hassle from the other students. He was just waiting for someone to start picking on him.
“Ya okay kid?” Jack looked up as he heard a kind voice. There was a girl who looked to be his same age wearing blonde pig tails with a black hat on her head wearing a red dress with
Joker Diaries Entry 5Dear Diary,
Breaking News! A reporter is love on the scene inside Arkham Asylum where we have received reports of a fight to the death! Uncle J?
That's right Worthless, I am here live in Arkham Asylum where Harvey 'Two Face' Dent is about to engage. Wait, HAS engaged in a fight with none other than the infamous, well. Idiotic excuse for a cross species union, The Penguin! That's right, the penguin is currently have his ass kicked by Two Face. This is so spectacularly BORING!
That's your excuse for news? Breaking News? I'll show you breaking news...
I feel that it is important that is noted that the Joker, after this diary entry, hospitalized Oswald Cobblepot by use of a table and the snapped off leg of a chair. Mr Cobblepot is now receiving treatment for his wounds and recovering in the hospital ward.
The Joker has been detained in solitary confinement until further notice.
Additional Notes written by Doctor Stanford James Hardley.
Dia's Commission continuedWhen Diableret woke, her eyes fluttering open to once again see that oh so familiar ceiling of her own room, it was to find that she did feel a lot better than she had earlier. The experience that she had gone through was so foggy, and she was struggling to recall the details.
She stretched her arms out, feeling the few cracks in her elbows and shoulders as everything shifted back to the correct places. It was a satisfying feeling and when she was done she swung her legs out of the bed and stood up, heading straight for the bathroom.
She pulled open the door, her eyes widening at the sight inside. There was blood smeared all over the white tiles and a heavy coppery smell in the air.
“What?” She whispered, hesitantly taking a step into the bathroom. The entire place had been trashed, and for some reason the bath was filled with water and the remnants of foamed bubbles. There was something very, very wrong here, and Di just couldn’t figure out what it was, other than th
The Death of Oswald CobblepotYears had passed, so many seasons had came and went, and the people in Gotham had changed. Gotham itself had changed, and nothing was the same than it had been before. Even the graves had became worn, eroded by time and the memories that clung to them.
An older man now, a weaker and broken man, Jack had approached the graveyard, guilt resting heavily on his shoulders. He looked around and sighed heavily, pulling his hat down over his eyes. He could barely stand to be back here, after everything that had happened.
Most of the people in the graveyard had ended up there because of him, his hands were dripping with their blood and it would not go away, it would never go away. So many lives, destroyed. So many friends, ruined. So much love, eradicated.
Jack’s stride was long and so as he was consumed by his thoughts, he walked, expertly navigating and weaving a familiar path through the gravestone’s. It did not take him long to reach the two that he had came for.
There they lay,
Queen of His HeartLight from the flickering candle
Reflects and pulses on glowing walls
Safety and comfort no longer resides
In the place where only loss calls.
Years before this tragic time
The room was different
No sorry mime
Only joy and new promises.
Into this happy picture bounds
The introduction of new life
Yet sorrow and pain mounds
Upwards to untimely destruction.
What should have been perfect
Began quickly to turn
Before I knew it she was gone
Leaving behind memories and an urn.
She granted to me my longed for gift
A son to take up my mantle
Then for her God seen fit to lift
And carry her to a paradise.
Now I am left alone
To begin the search once more
How can I though after being shown
The purest woman alive?
I thought I knew love well
After those passionate ladies of past
When I found my light
I had prayed it would last.
Ghosts begin to cloud my mind
From precious love I must turn
And with heavy heart move to find
The new Queen of My Heart.
The Stone GraveIt had happened. She had known that it was going to happen at some point, but she had never thought it would be so soon.
After he had passed away, she had been left with only herself for company. Her life had suddenly changed from light and happiness to darkness and a land she did not recognize.
Now her feet were cut and bloody as she stumbled along the rocky terrain. She did not know where she was, nor did she care to find out.
There was no sun above her head, nor was there a moon. The sky burned with the light of a thousand stars that she used to guide her way.
She did not know where she went, but all she knew was that it was a compulsion. She walked forward, onward and upward in a place where time had no meaning.
Night moved into night, and further into the night. She did not know if there even was a sun, or light other than that of the stars stretched above her.
Still she walked to a place unknown with thoughts of a land where her fears roamed, ready to swarm over and torment
Put a Smile on my Face "Zach, I think you need to stay home tonight," Hale said lightly as he watched his larger friend move around the kitchen, dragging his feet and fumbling about here and there. "You haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately and I don't think you need to be rattin' the streets every single night."
"I'm not rattin' the streets," Zach grumbled, rolling his eyes.
"Then what are you doing? Because you're coming home late in the night or earlier in the morning, you're not sleeping, then night comes and you're gone again!"
"I have things to do." Zach said with a shrug, "Besides it's not like I sleep anyway. Just drop it okay?"
"I'm not going to drop it. You're running yourself into the ground."
"I can take care of myself, Hale." Zach strutted over to the counter, picking up his cup of coffee, turning his back to Hale.
"I'm not listening anymore. Drop the subject, Whitmore."
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Double Tap- QuestionsThose questions about the monsters, about vampires getting away with murder and werewolves losing their clothes. How do those things work?
How do the vamps get away with dehydrating their classmates? Well let’s see, they don’t really get away with it necessarily, since most of the time they’re either caught in the act or their DNa is found on the body. but when they actually go in for questioning, the process is pretty simple. The police ask them if they did it, the bloodsucks deny knowing anything about it and the police believe them. you see, Vampires can use the sort of hypnosis/persuasion of sort of thing that makes people inclined to believe what they say. But it takes effort and practice on their part. you can over do or under do when it comes to the ‘spell’ and the results get bad. Its kind of an art, so I’ve heard.
Werewolves, have a ton of problems when it comes to clothing. Generally they have two choices, transform while in their o
Death Battle Host Royale!: Young
Voice Actor: Bryce Papenbrook (Kirito, Sword Art Online)
Theme Song: Hero by Nickelback
Bio: Once, YoungSamurai was an apprentice to a master swordsman named Masumune who adopted him after Young's parents were killed by a common thug. Before Young had finished his training with Masamune, tragedy struck for the second time in his life. In the cataclysmic aftermath of Goku vs Superman, Young's master died in an earthquake as his home was on the fault line between universes. Young grieved for his master, the only man he'd considered family.
After his master died, Young wandered around for awhile before becoming a bounty hunter to get by, using wise remarks and strategy to win. He never lost a target or failed his job...until a client placed a bounty on a certain Mad One. When the two met, Young tried his best, but he couldn't win against Abe's Stand. But, Abe saw potential in Young and took him under his wing, training him in h
Role-Play Rules, Introduction, Etc Introduction
Hello, I’m currently looking for a Role-Play partner if anyone’s interested. Although I do have favorites I find a variety of genres, Role-Play styles, fandoms, and plot twists are the most entertaining. I’m not picky; usually I’m a very laid back Role-Player who has no problem with starting them or tossing out ideas. I may seem very organized but once I really get into an RP anything goes haha, be warned!
As a general rule, in fandoms I know well enough I will have no qualms with Role-Playing a canon character you request. I have only slight preferences when it comes down to headcanons as well as pairings, even what style we are Role-Playing. If you’d like it done a certain way, go ahead. Often times I’ll mirror the things stated above.
I am interested in primarily a Homestuck RP as well as Creepypasta ones and Sonic the Hedgehog (only as Fang the sniper or Nack the Weasel) but I am willing to try any of the following
Revelations Pt.4-30 minutes later...-
(Zoe, Ereca and a detective in the interrogation room)
Ereca: You think you've won here?
Zoe: I'm leaving you with a choice here...let me go...or your sister dies....
Ereca: You can't! You can't take a life like that!
Zoe: You're right....that's why I'm having someone do it for me.
Zoe: Come on...give up. There's not really much choice here...just admit defeat so that you won't lose what's precious to you.
Ereca:.....ughhhh.......Detective....come outside with me!
Detective: should we call a rescue team to get her?
Ereca: Yes....I need you to go get the best that we've got. I can you do that?
Detective: What about her?
Ereca: You leave her to me. I need to keep her busy...
Ereca: I'll think of something....now go...go!
*Detective runs out to go gather up a search team*
Ereca: Alright....your demands are simple aren't they?
Zoe: Yes...release me...and you're little bitch of a magician will be set free?
Ereca: How do I know i
The Joker Diaires: Entry 3
So, tell me about your day?
Well, my day is an amazing day! Brilliant and genius! It is celebrated every year and people greet each other on the street happily. "Happy Joker Day!" they say.
No? That isn't what you are asking about? Well golly darnit! Joker Day is far more interesting.
You see, everyne loves Joker Day. It is better than their birthday, far superior to Christmas. Not even the ghoulish fun of Halloween can beat Joker Day.
Thee are people laughing and dancing, with pies being thrown in faces and prat falls. It is a wonderfully large circus, and it is all dedicated to fun and laughter.
HAPPY JOKER DAY TO YOU!
I'LL HANG YOU IN A ZOO!
YOU'LL BE EATEN BY A MONKEY!
AND YOUR BONES PISSED ON TOO!
That is MY day, and what a day it is.
That one there was just for you Old man Hardley. You should feel very honoured, not just everyone gets a song written about them.
Can I undergo my treatment with Doctor Crane yet?
Doctor Crane! Who on earth is he? Good old
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