All Eyes To The Sky
Who: The Princess, Open.
When: Night
Where: At Entrance of Circus Tent
What a pity Helena hadn't made it to that safe little haven of hers. What a pity The Princess couldn't let Helena remember all the things she was making her do at night. A pleasing chill ran up her spine and she laughed, loud and long as the "people" made their way into the ( Read more... )
Without a word she buckled the orbs to a thin black leather belt around her waist and coming up beside The Joker slipped her arm through his. "Joker, we have a great deal to talk about..."
She urged him forward giving him little to no room to protest. Either they would walk a great distance or only manage to walk five feet away from the tent. The Princess would do her best to urge but she knew that if he did not want to be moved he would go no where. This in mind she began her little story.
"Joker, I have a secret and your little comment has brought it to mind. Firstly, I know your "inner self" quite well since Helena, though she doesn't quite understand why, has a bit of a thing for him as well. I can't deny the irony in that or the fact that I am well pleased with it. As for him trying not to remember, I'd be careful about that. If he's anywhere near as stubborn as you are, it might actually be possible." She grinned again and flashed her eyes up at him.
"Speaking of memories... My secret is this: Helena does not remember the night. I have been keeping her memories hidden, a forced amnesia. The first night I was here I knew it was something I would have to do after realizing we now share the same body. Besides, the more I keep her in ignorance the more I am able to do here. The little bitch has found some place to hide, some cave or something of the like. The shadows don't reach there if I recall her memories well enough... So you see, not only does she not remember what happens at night due to my forced entry into her mind, she also doesn't really know I'm here. She's beginning to feel me, hear me sometimes during the day, but she is still oblivious."
She let that sink in though she knew The Joker needed little time to understand what she was saying.
"Also-" she continued "I decided that since I could hide myself here without her knowing I would go in and do a little more repair on her memories. When she first came here she suffered a brief amnesia. During this time I took my opportunity and have hidden three years of her life away. She doesn't remember you, me, the past few years she's spent away from home in obscure places. She only remembers her meager life up until the last night she spent at home. Of course, she's not stupid. She's rather perplexed as to why her clothes are so ratty, her hair so long, scars she doesn't remember getting, etc, but she does not yet fathom what has happened to her."
The Princess stopped and turning more towards him looked him dead in the eyes. Her own two black eye-lined orbs reflected the light that tried to shine into her darkness and behind that: malicious intent.
"You," she points to the camera, "want Patrick to remember. I also would not mind tormenting Helena in some fashion but I have yet to decide how. With Helena knowledge is power. The more I let her know the more of a brat she is. I welcome it as an interesting challenge but I want to break her. I want her to believe she is going insane. I want her to relinquish her entire body and mind to me. Whether that is fully possible in this place I have yet to discover, but before I set out to do anything, I was just wondering if you wouldn't mind helping me in throwing things completely off skelter for her? I have a few simple ideas in mind if you're willing to have some fun."
Her grin was a satisfied one, one The Joker would know full well. Even he could probably see all the wretched little schemes she was dreaming up. The fact that Helena and Patrick might have any kind of connection or attraction to one another was not only hilarious but useful. They could use that against them, for instance, what if Helena woke up one morning in Patrick's bed, what if Patrick woke up and found her tied and bound, bleeding and hurt somewhere... the possibilities were endless.
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At the mere mention of 'a few simple ideas', a plethora of thoughts presented themselves in the Joker's own mind like an endless reel of horror. There were so many things that could be done to terrify and humiliate both Helena and Patrick, bless their little hearts.
Some of what she'd said made sense. Some didn't. And at times his attention may have appeared to wander, mainly for the sake of teasing her in his own way. But as soon as she was finished, he came to a sudden halt and jerked her toward him.
"Oh Princess," he sighed, "I know you know. Fun is what I breathe for." His gaze settled on her lush, dark lips and for a moment, he wanted to rip them from her face with his teeth just to see what she'd do. Instead he cupped her cheek with a hand. His thumb invaded her mouth, leather sliding between her lower teeth and lip. He met her eyes with a lick of his lips.
"Having fun, helping one another, sharing. Things all good little boys and girls should know how to do." The Joker slowly drew his thumb from her mouth as he spoke; "You have ideas, Princess, and so do I. Care to share them? Ladies first."
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When he withdrew his thumb his speech had almost done and plans of her own were already surfacing.
"Indeed I do, Joker. Many. All these thoughts are indeed up for your revision."
Her hand slid up the front of his coat and shirt, tugging lightly on his tie and then trailing its way to his chin. Her hand cupped his jaw and squeezing down brought him forcefully to within inches of her face.
"To break Helena I intend on breaking her innocence. I want her to have nightmares and wake up in a place where they are real. I want to destroy her mind and body. This will weaken her, bring her to my level, from her point of view. I want her to wake up in knots, naked, or wrapped in leather and lace. I want her body violated and I want Patrick to be the one she wakes up to in the morning, his hands wrapped around her back and waist in an embrace. I want her blood covered and make-up smeared, Joker. Most of these actions would only require a limited amount of stage and visual aids, requiring no actual physical involvement from ourselves... unless you're up for a little more than stage play. I want to several things based on that one event, different places, different positions, and little add ons here and there. And that's just the start, Joker."
Her tongue sought out his scars and quickly licked over one side to its end on his upper cheek, bringing her lips near his ear. We'll start small and grow from there... Please, do now share with me your thoughts, as I know mine can no where compare to your own. You having so much more... practice, than myself."
She drew her face back in front of his , little bits of his make-up now in splotches on her own cheeks and chin where she had come a little close. Her eyes penetrated his own gaze, those two black orbs ready to swallow up the world.
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