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[circus_bones]

Who: Jennifer (oopsiatehim), Joker (circus_bones)
When: As the zombie plague starts winding down.
Where: Dead-end alley.
Format: Paragraph, present tense
What: Joker returns to the zombie arms and then receives a visit from Miss Cheer.
Warnings: PG-13? For Jennifer language and cleavage. /leers

Comments

I have no idea why but Joker makes me sad ALL THE TIME

[oopsiatehim]

Many things change from world to world ("world" in this case being Earth and "world" in this case being... whatever. Anatole. The Sphere. Such such.) but one thing remains forever constant:

Jennifer hates being trapped inside all the damn time. So, whenever she gets the chance, whenever she has somewhere to go (and a lot of times even if she doesn't), she drags her aerobicized ass out and gets some sun. Or, well, mist. As the case may be.

On this particular day, it would be fair to say that she has a goal in mind. She's feeling a little below the weather, after all - not so much that she's desperate, but enough to start scoping out the natives. That's why she finds herself winding through the backalleys, looking for someone who's not too gross - someone who gets her appetite going.

Someone who isn't a Scorched.

It's not that she can't handle a Scorched, really. It's just that they come back from the dead and the last thing she needs is some resurrected corpse going around, poking his stupid resurrected finger at her

aww...well he has that tragic side to him.

[circus_bones]

"Miss Cheer!"

Joker glances back at the knock and a quick smile touches his lips at the sight of her. Miss Cheer would forever be his name for her, because that's what she was. And not just for her talents, but her energy, her spirit and beauty. It was a tradition he would carry on here.

He reaches into the tent and withdraws a wooden chair. The large yellow bow is untied with a flourish and placed across the seat before being offered to her.

"I've lived in a tent for awhile now. Part of bein' with a travelin' show." He smiles despite that -- or maybe because of it. "'Course, the first tier performers had a bigger, nicer tent than this, but it's just me now." His smile fades, replaced by a curious eyebrow arch.

"'Les you've come to ask to move in with me, Miss Cheer."

He's kidding. Well... No, he's kidding.

Oh GOD I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I like, hit bottom on logs. /climbs out of pit.

[oopsiatehim]

Jennifer cocks an eyebrow, too, and her lips twist again, the way they always do when she's amused.

"Um, hello? Don't tempt me. I'm so sick and tired of living in that gross apartment surrounded by... gross prudish guys who are always bitching at me about my wardrobe." By which she meant almost every Scorched. Again. It's a little weird, actually, how unbelievably conservative they all seem to be. "It's like they're from the middle ages. I mean, some of them are. But they don't have to act it."

Come to think of it, at least part of her was probably up and kicking in the middle ages, and you don't see her prancing around in floor length hoopy gowns. She leans against the wall, watching him. Strange guy. Always so dramatic. Between that and the road performer thing, it's almost like talking to an indie band guy.

Except, you know. Without all the knife shit.

So far, anyway. She smiles.

"First chance I get, I'm going independent."

i fail harder. orz

[circus_bones]

Joker's smile fades, leaving him to blink at her. "Somethin' wrong with yer wardrobe?" He hadn't noticed, not really. She didn't show that much more skin than Beast. And it was all a part of the show, really. Pretty girls taming wild animals or swinging from the trapeze could really capture an audience, especially if they were doing it in a short skirt.

Joker backs away from the chair, smiling back at her.

"Ya strike me as the type who's already independent." A strong girl. He laughs a little though. "But jus' cause ya could live this way don't mean that ya should."