We believe that electricity exists, because the electric company keeps sending us bills for it

[static_surge]

Characters: Noriko, the Joker
When: April 9th
Where: 72nd and Zamka, the Joker's hideout
Rating: PG-13 to be safe, TBD
Summary: Noriko made a deal with the Joker

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[glasgow_smilin]

Reckless, indeed

[static_surge]

Nori's eyes flickered with a brief electric blue crackle, narrowing in annoyance towards the voice, giving a small groan and bringing a hand up to her head, rubbing at her temple, the metal cool against her skin.

"What the fuck?," she muttered, then gave the man a once over, arching an eyebrow, "...Okay, are you like a rapist clown...'cause that's like...a level of creepy I have not yet experienced."

[glasgow_smilin]

At the spark of lightning from her eyes, the Joker popped to his feet. There came a clicking noise as he cocked the pistol he was holding. He waggled the gun in her general direction.

"...huh."

Either he was still suffering from his head-trip from a few days earlier or he was right: the others in the apartments weren't human. He wondered momentarily how alien biology might interact with the drug he gave her before immediately dismissing it and circling around her.

"I've said it before, I don't have time for that sort of thing," he said with a chuckle. "I can make some, though, if you really want it."

[static_surge]

She blinked calmly at the gun, watching him with careful eyes, which seemed to have returned to their natural brown. She lowered her hand, fingers curling trying to gauge whether or not she could hit him with a blast before he could pull the trigger. Probably not a good idea. Even if she did, the shock might make his muscles spasm and if that trigger finger slipped she was done.

Her head twisted to follow him, making a face. "I'd rather not. So what's the deal then? Why the drugging, and the gun and what have you?"