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Who: Joker circus_bones, Open to anyone who wants to get lost with him.
When: The first night of the party.
Where: Twins Manor
Format: Paragraph
What: Joker can't find his way out of a paper bag the house.
Warnings: None?
The manor was an impressive place. It was a wealth, a power that even Father's mansion hadn't possessed. But the outside that he'd admired was downright modest when compared to the inside. The servants, the food, the drink...Joker was having a hard time taking it all in. His senses were in danger of being overloaded.
But not so much that he didn't hear the voice.
For a moment, he tried to place it. One of the girls in his circus, perhaps? He wasn't sure. But a break from the ballroom didn't seem like such a bad idea anyway.
Joker stepped through the door, once again caught off guard by the sheer size of the manor's interior. He squinted against the hall's brightness, even shielded his eyes a little as he started walking towards that far door. And walking...and walking.
"Must be longer than I thought." He paused, murmuring the words to himself. Oh well. Might as well return to the ballroom. And he might as well spiffy himself up while he was at it. Joker plucked one of the flowers from a vase and tucked it down into the breast pocket of his jacket. With that, he turned back, only to find that there was no turning back.
He spun, disoriented and suddenly desperate to get out of that hallway. And any door would do.
When: The first night of the party.
Where: Twins Manor
Format: Paragraph
What: Joker can't find his way out of a paper bag the house.
Warnings: None?
The manor was an impressive place. It was a wealth, a power that even Father's mansion hadn't possessed. But the outside that he'd admired was downright modest when compared to the inside. The servants, the food, the drink...Joker was having a hard time taking it all in. His senses were in danger of being overloaded.
But not so much that he didn't hear the voice.
For a moment, he tried to place it. One of the girls in his circus, perhaps? He wasn't sure. But a break from the ballroom didn't seem like such a bad idea anyway.
Joker stepped through the door, once again caught off guard by the sheer size of the manor's interior. He squinted against the hall's brightness, even shielded his eyes a little as he started walking towards that far door. And walking...and walking.
"Must be longer than I thought." He paused, murmuring the words to himself. Oh well. Might as well return to the ballroom. And he might as well spiffy himself up while he was at it. Joker plucked one of the flowers from a vase and tucked it down into the breast pocket of his jacket. With that, he turned back, only to find that there was no turning back.
He spun, disoriented and suddenly desperate to get out of that hallway. And any door would do.