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A Word from Our Sponsor

Jan 03, 2009 20:00

About seven minutes before the big countdown, many thousands of people, both physically in attendance and watching from the safety of their living rooms, shall witness the dapperly dressed mayor approaching the main podium, positioned close to the massive digital display. Leaning in to the cluster of microphones, he announces a very special message ( Read more... )

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scratch9 January 4 2009, 01:38:38 UTC

So that's what he looks like.

"Huh."

She's a tiny desert island of calm in a sea of screaming.

laughing_magus January 4 2009, 02:08:25 UTC

Calm island: population - 2.

John just watches the screen, a slow smile spreading on his face as everyone running and panicking at the news that nothing would be done to them. There will probably be dozens injured in the stampede and the Joker didn't have to do anything but say 'hello'. That's damn impressive. John gets the joke, and he laughs.

"Care t'get away from the noise before the police move in t'make it worse."

scratch9 January 4 2009, 02:39:46 UTC

"That might be a good idea." Might. Wow, look at that, you can practically feel the rumble underfoot.

"Man, who is that guy?" But she's got John by the arm and is ducking down a narrow little alleyway before anything else can happen, cutting through the crowd like a shark through water.

laughing_magus January 4 2009, 02:58:48 UTC

John is gentlemanly enough not to split on his own in fear of the cops. Or, possibly, just enough of an asshole to keep a hostage on hand just in case. One of those.

"That, sweetness, is the Joker. Most feared man in Gotham, as I hear it. Quite a feat in greasepaint."

He laughs, maybe one of the only ones doing so as they push their way into an open cafe. Everyone else is fully fleeing the square, so it isn't exactly crowded.

scratch9 January 4 2009, 03:07:58 UTC

"Getting that impression." She might be smiling. It's a particularly sharp sort of smile.

The place is quickly being deserted, like rats fleeing a sinking ship. She grins, and hoists herself up on the bar, leaning back and reaching behind the counter for a couple of beers. None of the other patrons are paying any attention. There's a good view of the mass hysteria through the window set in the door.

She pops the top off the beer, sucks down the small smoke wisp rising up.

"Don't think I caught your name."

laughing_magus January 4 2009, 04:18:49 UTC

As he takes the second of the free beers his companion has grabbed, John is coming to like her more and more.

"John Constantine. And yours, luv?"

He takes a long swig and only silently laments the taste of American beer. On the whole, things are going well. Even if he's the only one in the panicking city who thinks so.
John leans on the counter, smiling at Selina.

scratch9 January 4 2009, 04:31:42 UTC

"Selina Kyle." Oh, come on, she stole the good stuff. The microbrew stuff.

She's smiling back, a little coy, finding a cigarette and some fire. And then she turns back to the window to watch.

"Man. I knew this town had changed, but I didn't think it'd changed that much. He even said he wasn't going to do anything. The hell."

laughing_magus January 4 2009, 05:36:18 UTC

"Selina. Very nice." And he did refrain from complaining, didn't he? It's better than most yank beers. He prefers gin and tonic, anyway.

"Precisely." He watches out the window. "Dunno why it is psychopaths are always presumed t'be liars. Most liars I know are otherwise pretty sane."
John laughs and takes another drink.

"Won't be safe t'go out there for a while, you realize."

scratch9 January 4 2009, 05:39:51 UTC

She's settled into a definite lounge, and she's looking at him out of the corner of her eye like he's a piece of smoked salmon.

"That is tragic. We'll have to find something to keep us entertained, won't we?"

laughing_magus January 5 2009, 02:14:40 UTC

"Mmm. You, me, an' open bar, the privacy of a panicked and fleeing public. S'almost romantic, ennit?"

One of John's hands finds its way to brushing fingers over Selina's thigh. She's being advised to run, but thankfully only John can hear it. All she's privy to is a filthy scouse accent and devilishly charming blue eyes.

scratch9 January 6 2009, 02:37:49 UTC

Maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the adrenaline that's cloyingly thick outside, maybe it's just that she hasn't been touched in so long-- not since Bobby, and Sicily, and didn't that turn out well-- but she looks up and the want in her eyes is palpable, if temporary.

"For a given value of 'romantic.'" Green for blue, charm for charm. She looks like she might devour him whole.

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