Greasy, slicked down body, groovy leather trim

[ebony_mask]

Who: Black Mask, 2 NPC goons, and passengers
When: 23 November all day and evening!
Where: all over the island
Summary: Roman, in disguise, takes the sharkmobile for a spin and picks up hapless victims passengers
Warnings: Language, skullfais, threatening behavior

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After Darkness, Sector 6, sorrrryyy

[he_is_wild]

[Joker is wearing a black long coat and a black fedora, keeping a low profile as he walks along the street. A loud engine roar, coming from ahead of him, whisks him away from his dark thoughts and he glances up to see a...mechanical shark? Yes, certainly. And it's coming towards him.

Immediately he is curious about who might own such a thing and immediately he wonders if he should kill the owner and take the vehicle for himself. Well....first thing first: Determine the owner.

He shifts around and rolls his pantleg up to flash a hairless thigh at the driver. In the dark, his skin is pallid but not immediately identifiable as white.]

never apologize

[ebony_mask]

[The tall, thin frame of the person attempting to accost the sharkmobile must clearly belong to a model, thinks Roman.

Of course, he immediately slams on the brakes and rolls down the window to get a better look at that shapely leg, although it is difficult to ogle properly through the gloom. With a jerk of his head (which is cleverly disguised) towards the passenger seat, he gives her a wink.]

Hop in, sweetheart.

[he_is_wild]

[Joker wordlessly slinks around the car, admiringly grazing his gloved fingertips over the metal and silently appraising the value. There is something slightly familiar about the driver. Maybe he'd stood next to him at a bus stop somewhere? Maybe he'd murdered the guy's brother?

No matter.

He opens the passenger door and slides in, slamming the door shut behind him with a note of finality and looks around.]

Ooooh, nice wheels, handsome!

[And he removes the fedora; showing the ragged green hair, the huge, unmistakable grin.]

[ebony_mask]

[Roman's rolled the window up and, smiling as though he's the cat who's caught the canary, turns to appraise his latest lady friend--

--the smile abruptly falls from his face. And with it, the fake voice.]

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

[he_is_wild]

[Joker smiles.]

Romeski! Is that you, buddy?

[He reaches out and rubs Roman's thigh seductively.]

Well, this is terribly awkward, huh?

[His hand withdraws and he sits back, looking around the interior some more.]

So where are you taking me?

[ebony_mask]

[His skin crawls at Joker's touch, rage boiling up inside him. But worst of all?

Embarrassment.

Embarrassment at thinking Joker was a woman.

My God, I've just picked up the Joker.

The revelation shocks him, checks his rage. He stares at the clown in his passenger seat.]

Nowhere. Get out.

[he_is_wild]

But I wanna go for a spin!

[He leans to one side and looks up into Roman's eyes longingly]

Pleeeaaase?

[And he flutters his lashes. There is a meaningful lilt to his voice, however. One that carries threat of violence.]

[ebony_mask]

[Roman puts a gloved hand out to push Joker's face away from him.]

Give me one good reason why I would take you for a spin?

[And yet...while he preferred his revenges planned, now was as good a time as any. He had his two hired goons in the back...and the Joker wouldn't kill him again, would he? That'd be rehashing an old joke.

Right?]

[he_is_wild]

Because you don't pick someone up and then refuse to give them a ride. That's just rude.

[He nods over his shoulder.]

And because if ya don't I'll off those chaps in the back and cover the inside of your brand new car in brain matter gray. Ever try to get blood out of a new car seat?

[A beat and his eyes flick over Roman.]

Actually, I imagine you have. Messy, right? And expensive.

[ebony_mask]

[Just...totally ignoring the first half of that because he never wants to be reminded that he just picked up the Joker oh god he will never live this one down.

The goons in the back shift uneasily and Roman gives an annoyed sigh, bringing a hand to his forehead.

He would really prefer the interior of the sharkmobile to remain immaculate.]

You are such a goddamn hassle.

[he_is_wild]

[He tilts his head, the smile widening as if he were taking this as a compliment.]

So. Your place or mine?

[ebony_mask]

[Roman clenches his jaw so tightly it's a wonder his teeth don't snap from his head. He's certain he feels a twitch beginning in his left eye, but he retains enough self-control not to lash out.]

Yours.

[There's a very small voice in the back of his mind saying this is an incredibly stupid thing to do, but the temptation to find out where Joker lives is much too great.]

[he_is_wild]

'Kay!

[He crosses his legs and lounges back in the seat, gesturing in the air.]

Got a spot in the Industrial sector. Kinda grimy but what can I say? It's home!

[Really it's just a bolt hole. The same one he'd met Re-l in. No need to drag Sionis back to the carnival.]

[ebony_mask]

[He glares at Joker for a moment, making sure he doesn't see any shoes on the seat.]

Any funny business and I blow your brains out, clown.

[he_is_wild]

Oh yeah?

[He rubs his chin]

Listen, Maskie, if you want brain matter gray all over your shinies I already offered....

[ebony_mask]

I'm making an exception for yours.

[He revs the engine and maneuvers the sharkmobile away from the curb, keeping Joker in his peripheral vision.]