Pop Goes the Weasel: The Joker [Open RP]
((The Joker has no knowledge of his exploits before his unpopcorning, but is fully aware that he's in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His mind's unhinged like that.))
He emerged from the steaming husk of the puffed popcorn shell, the butter oozing into a thick pool about the carnage of the released inmate. No sooner had the staleness of the air entered his lungs, as if for the first time - like birth, that he began laughing. It started off low and loose as he gripped the fissured edge of one half of the popcorn and hoisted himself up. It grew more unhinged and continuous as his black loafers sounded against the stone floor. His emerald hair was a mess, butter dripped off his indigo lapel, his clothes soaked. His shoulders shook with his laughter.
The Joker moved past the sleeping house-elf, a low laughter following him like a fog. He slumped against the door at the top of the spiral staircase, his shoulders shaking, his laughter building. He held his gut, his laughter echoed off the stone walls as it built, it got louder, more wheezy in its delivery. In one fluent and violent motion, he shoved the door open and stepped out into the empty corridor. The door slammed against the stone wall, its screws buckling. It closed slowly behind him. "Ye heh heh ha ha!" He boomed, wiping his forehead of sweat and butter, he pulled at his lapel and sighed. "Oh-ho, what a punch line!" His brow lowered and shadowed his eyes, his smile widening further than lips would usually allow, showcasing yellowed teeth. "Hello Hogwarts, Joker's back in town! Wa heh heh ah HA HA HA HA!"
He emerged from the steaming husk of the puffed popcorn shell, the butter oozing into a thick pool about the carnage of the released inmate. No sooner had the staleness of the air entered his lungs, as if for the first time - like birth, that he began laughing. It started off low and loose as he gripped the fissured edge of one half of the popcorn and hoisted himself up. It grew more unhinged and continuous as his black loafers sounded against the stone floor. His emerald hair was a mess, butter dripped off his indigo lapel, his clothes soaked. His shoulders shook with his laughter.
The Joker moved past the sleeping house-elf, a low laughter following him like a fog. He slumped against the door at the top of the spiral staircase, his shoulders shaking, his laughter building. He held his gut, his laughter echoed off the stone walls as it built, it got louder, more wheezy in its delivery. In one fluent and violent motion, he shoved the door open and stepped out into the empty corridor. The door slammed against the stone wall, its screws buckling. It closed slowly behind him. "Ye heh heh ha ha!" He boomed, wiping his forehead of sweat and butter, he pulled at his lapel and sighed. "Oh-ho, what a punch line!" His brow lowered and shadowed his eyes, his smile widening further than lips would usually allow, showcasing yellowed teeth. "Hello Hogwarts, Joker's back in town! Wa heh heh ah HA HA HA HA!"