the man was an artist
Characters: The Joker, Ritsuka, Youji
When: June 7th
Where: Garage at 16th and Nevinnost
Rating: R [at a minimum]
Summary: A declaration of war.
The air was different that day; spring seemed to have fled, replaced with an unseen heaviness. Overhead, the sky was caught in one a strange moments of indecision; the afternoon sun poked its way through the overcast, spreading rays of light along the backdrop of the clouds. The clouds above were dark, ominous, and they spat out rain in defiance of the sunshine.
Below, in the intersection of 16th and Nevinnost, a monster stood, clad in purple, face painted in a twisted likeness of a smiling man. He waited patiently for his guest, and for this man, patience was a rare thing. The soft rain had marred the acrylic facepaint, his scars bleeding crimson down to his chin and his eyes flooding his cheeks with jet. He had been waiting a while.
But that speck appeared on the horizon, and it grew larger. The Joker smiled to himself, a slow grin of enjoyment. Of anticipation. Oh, the fun they would have.
When: June 7th
Where: Garage at 16th and Nevinnost
Rating: R [at a minimum]
Summary: A declaration of war.
The air was different that day; spring seemed to have fled, replaced with an unseen heaviness. Overhead, the sky was caught in one a strange moments of indecision; the afternoon sun poked its way through the overcast, spreading rays of light along the backdrop of the clouds. The clouds above were dark, ominous, and they spat out rain in defiance of the sunshine.
Below, in the intersection of 16th and Nevinnost, a monster stood, clad in purple, face painted in a twisted likeness of a smiling man. He waited patiently for his guest, and for this man, patience was a rare thing. The soft rain had marred the acrylic facepaint, his scars bleeding crimson down to his chin and his eyes flooding his cheeks with jet. He had been waiting a while.
But that speck appeared on the horizon, and it grew larger. The Joker smiled to himself, a slow grin of enjoyment. Of anticipation. Oh, the fun they would have.