For the Love of Life~

[smilinggrimmer]

Characters: Wolfgang Grimmer [ou], The Joker [ou]
When: April 14th, Afternoon
Where: Downtown Nesreca
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A rather confused East German journalist arrives amidst the zombie invasion.

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( Quality's fine, but boo at computer fail!)

Grimmer's honesty made the Joker laugh. He nearly dropped the butterfly knife, he was laughing so hard. Deciding it wasn't worth looking after it, he flipped it closed and dropped it in his pocket. The most unnerving part was that it was honest laughter.

"It's the principle, pal, not the pain. Really!" Another whoop of laughter. "No one gives a rat's ass what it does to you. Not you, not them, not the birds, not the bees. And their, uh, so-called 'happiness'? Distraction. No joy, no... smiles."

He wouldn't say it, not yet, but true happiness was a well-placed block of C4 surrounded by barrels of gasoline.

"Look," he said, stopping to look Grimmer in the eyes, if the man would reciprocate. "I know my kind when I see them, and I'm lookin' right at one right now. By all means, shack up with the others in that sorry little living space, but... keep something in mind."

Something else dropped out of his sleeve, and this time, it wasn't a knife. It was a playing card. With a flick of his hand, he sent the thing spinning in Grimmer's direction.

"We're all the real us, friend. Some of us just make a habit of lying."

And with that, he turned his back to the man and headed off down the alleyway. Places to be, people to kill.

[smilinggrimmer]

Grimmer reluctantly made eye-contact with the Joker as he spoke, but other than his tightly held his jaw, his face was emotionless.

Grimmer remained silent until after the Joker was far away. He broke the silence with a quiet sigh, and let his shoulder's relax. That was...a very upsetting encounter. He'd never felt so unnerved by a person in ages.

The tall German checked the Joker's card to see if there was anything on it, before he tucked it away into his bag. He was different from that man. After all, he did not look down on the normal people, and he did not enjoy the suffering of others. He tried his best to shove the Joker's words out of his mind.

Grimmer walked back towards the entrance. He needed to confirm that the clown was screwing with him. After all, there was no way that...

Grimmer suddenly froze in shock. In front of him was a certain obese and corrupt Czechoslovakian Police Officer.

"T-There's no way..." Stiener had killed him! After the corrupt man and his lackeys had torn out each of Grimmer's fingernails, he had fainted. When Grimmer awoke in the corner, he found all of his torturers laying still as bloody, broken corpses...

Grimmer's hands tearing flesh apart, a skull being cracked against the concrete wall; a neck snapping beneath his grip...

The minuscule images died out before Grimmer could even recognize them, and the lanky man found himself staring in shock through the oblivious transparent man.

"Oh god, he was telling the truth?"

Just when he thought his life couldn't become any more complicated...

After several attempts to interact with the dead people, he set out to find the "others to shack with" that the Clown had talked about. He did his best to keep himself from dwelling on their conversation the entire time.