The Joker// End of Intermission//Video
[The feed's capturing a fairly brightly lit room, bare of any features, the stark white walls shining off the pale, scarred flesh of the man kneeling on the floor. His long hair is hanging down, obscuring his face, and the now-familiar shape of wings pressed against his back can be clearly seen.]
Heh... heh heh heh.... [He shakes a bit, chuckling in a raspy tone, and the laughter rises in pitch and volume as the wings begin to shift.]
A-ha. A-ha ha ha HOO HOO HOO HA HA HA HEE HEE HOOO HOO HAAAAA-AAAAAIIIIIIIEEE!!!!!
[With a horrendous ripping sound, the wings tear from his back, spattering the walls around him with dark blood. The room itself dims as he unfurls them, two pools of shadow that seem to wick away at even the facility's surgical glare. The Joker straightens up, his makeup now back in place and at least the snazzy purple pants of his custom-made suit back on. He's without a shirt, of course, and the facility gets a lovely view of his horribly scarred, unhealthily pale torso]
Ohhhhh.... [He cracks his neck loudly and stretches his arms, reaching forward to snag the 'berry] It. Is.
Good to be back! You know, I have always been a strong believer that a hardworking man deserves a vacation from time to time but ohhhh, how I've missed this place! You know... [He giggles] She let me slit his throat myself when she was done with him. [Have a biiig old smile, facility]
Good riddance, I say. At least he was good for a laugh, right?
[He theatrically slaps his forhead] Oh, and I almost forgot. It's the holidays, folks, or at least they're right around the corner and I'm just impatient sometimes. So, ah, while you were all enjoying your little... coming out parties with Val's lovely presents this weeks, I've hidden some of my own really well in one of your suites!
It's in.... Ohhhh, drat. Silly me, I went and forgot where they were! Ahhh well, I'm sure we'll find out somehow. Wherever they are, they'll be a real blast.
[OOC: Yeah, there's no bomb. Just several little packages wrapped with hand-colored paper, with little homemade christmas crackers in them. for a prize, they've got confetti, and a little slip with a name and a time on it. Each of the names are people who have little to no supernatural abilities, and each of the times are extremely vague, for instance, "Alma Karma, seventh tuesday of February, eleventy-O-clock sharp". They can be found inside televisions, under couches, under beds, in closets, etc. Out of the way places.
Got to have something to keep people entertained, after all.]
Heh... heh heh heh.... [He shakes a bit, chuckling in a raspy tone, and the laughter rises in pitch and volume as the wings begin to shift.]
A-ha. A-ha ha ha HOO HOO HOO HA HA HA HEE HEE HOOO HOO HAAAAA-AAAAAIIIIIIIEEE!!!!!
[With a horrendous ripping sound, the wings tear from his back, spattering the walls around him with dark blood. The room itself dims as he unfurls them, two pools of shadow that seem to wick away at even the facility's surgical glare. The Joker straightens up, his makeup now back in place and at least the snazzy purple pants of his custom-made suit back on. He's without a shirt, of course, and the facility gets a lovely view of his horribly scarred, unhealthily pale torso]
Ohhhhh.... [He cracks his neck loudly and stretches his arms, reaching forward to snag the 'berry] It. Is.
Good to be back! You know, I have always been a strong believer that a hardworking man deserves a vacation from time to time but ohhhh, how I've missed this place! You know... [He giggles] She let me slit his throat myself when she was done with him. [Have a biiig old smile, facility]
Good riddance, I say. At least he was good for a laugh, right?
[He theatrically slaps his forhead] Oh, and I almost forgot. It's the holidays, folks, or at least they're right around the corner and I'm just impatient sometimes. So, ah, while you were all enjoying your little... coming out parties with Val's lovely presents this weeks, I've hidden some of my own really well in one of your suites!
It's in.... Ohhhh, drat. Silly me, I went and forgot where they were! Ahhh well, I'm sure we'll find out somehow. Wherever they are, they'll be a real blast.
[OOC: Yeah, there's no bomb. Just several little packages wrapped with hand-colored paper, with little homemade christmas crackers in them. for a prize, they've got confetti, and a little slip with a name and a time on it. Each of the names are people who have little to no supernatural abilities, and each of the times are extremely vague, for instance, "Alma Karma, seventh tuesday of February, eleventy-O-clock sharp". They can be found inside televisions, under couches, under beds, in closets, etc. Out of the way places.
Got to have something to keep people entertained, after all.]