[Closed Thread: A Long Awaited Meeting]
Who: OU Joker, OU The Princess
When: After The Princess' encounter with Trowa, still recently after the blowing banks up incident (because let's face it, you and I know they both got a way. For now.)
Where: London
Summary: After the incident with Harley Quinn, the banks, and The Princess' encounter with Trowa, The Princess decides that staying low on the radar really is boring and after such a long while she wants to see The Joker. And when you want something, you take it. So she sends her bats to find him and summon him to her in London.
Warnings: [The] Two most wicked people so far known are coming together after a while of not having seen each other. Expect some sexuality, violence, disturbing ideas, and possibly vulgar language. Never really can tell which one it will be with these two.
The Princess had decided she would give London a visit. There was no point in laying low anymore. Eventually she would become too bored to stop herself from doing something ridiculous and a complete waste of time. She had sent her bats ahead of her, not having yet destroyed them. She had one last purpose for them before she let them crumple into ash on the sidewalk.
When she reached London "nightfall" had already begun and the partially phased in people went in and out and squirmed about going to and fro completing meaningless tasks that would ultimately lead to a wasted life. She smiled a toothy grin as each person passed by. Her clothes gained her the occasional satisfied glance of older teenage boys with "Rebel" practically printed on thier foreheads and every so often she'd wink back but would ignore any further advances.
After pacing around in one of the parks she called down her bats to her. "Go, find him again and lead him here. Show him where to go, and keep your eyes open for anything suspicious. Make sure no one else is looking for me."
London was still just as busy as it ever was as the city dimmed, looking even more grey than it already was. A nearby cemetery looking more at home and comfortable than all the rest of the people bustling on the sidewalks and through the streets. The Princess found a park bench, sat down, crossed her fishnet stockinged legs, and waited with her chin resting in her hands, her elbows poking into her tender flesh.
As she waited her mind wandered towards other things... like other woman dressed in clown outfits, dancing like fools, and screaming, "Mistah J!" An annoyed look came across her face. "People like her should really die," she considered to herself... "or be used for other things..." She grinned.
When: After The Princess' encounter with Trowa, still recently after the blowing banks up incident (because let's face it, you and I know they both got a way. For now.)
Where: London
Summary: After the incident with Harley Quinn, the banks, and The Princess' encounter with Trowa, The Princess decides that staying low on the radar really is boring and after such a long while she wants to see The Joker. And when you want something, you take it. So she sends her bats to find him and summon him to her in London.
Warnings: [The] Two most wicked people so far known are coming together after a while of not having seen each other. Expect some sexuality, violence, disturbing ideas, and possibly vulgar language. Never really can tell which one it will be with these two.
The Princess had decided she would give London a visit. There was no point in laying low anymore. Eventually she would become too bored to stop herself from doing something ridiculous and a complete waste of time. She had sent her bats ahead of her, not having yet destroyed them. She had one last purpose for them before she let them crumple into ash on the sidewalk.
When she reached London "nightfall" had already begun and the partially phased in people went in and out and squirmed about going to and fro completing meaningless tasks that would ultimately lead to a wasted life. She smiled a toothy grin as each person passed by. Her clothes gained her the occasional satisfied glance of older teenage boys with "Rebel" practically printed on thier foreheads and every so often she'd wink back but would ignore any further advances.
After pacing around in one of the parks she called down her bats to her. "Go, find him again and lead him here. Show him where to go, and keep your eyes open for anything suspicious. Make sure no one else is looking for me."
London was still just as busy as it ever was as the city dimmed, looking even more grey than it already was. A nearby cemetery looking more at home and comfortable than all the rest of the people bustling on the sidewalks and through the streets. The Princess found a park bench, sat down, crossed her fishnet stockinged legs, and waited with her chin resting in her hands, her elbows poking into her tender flesh.
As she waited her mind wandered towards other things... like other woman dressed in clown outfits, dancing like fools, and screaming, "Mistah J!" An annoyed look came across her face. "People like her should really die," she considered to herself... "or be used for other things..." She grinned.