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For the Love of Life~

Apr 15, 2010 19:42

Characters: Wolfgang Grimmer [ou], The Joker [ou]
When: April 14th, Afternoon
Where: Downtown Nesreca
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A rather confused East German journalist arrives amidst the zombie invasion.
( There's a trade-off... )

the joker [ou], wolfgang grimmer [ou], *complete

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glasgow_smilin April 16 2010, 03:51:39 UTC

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... slow down, Speedy. Relax."

The alleyway was dim enough to obscure the outline of the clown in the purple coat. A moment later, there came a glow, lighting up the Joker's face, making the scars stand out in even darker contrast.

He was leaning against a wall, and had been partially hidden by a rusted-out, broken dumpster. After the prior day's activities, zombie-mutilating had lost some of its luster, so he'd decided to focus on more important things. Things that had nothing to do with standing outside, but... what did all work and no play do to Jack, again?

A gloved finger prodded at the face of the PDA as he stood there, idling some time away. He hadn't even bothered to look up at the new arrival- whatever on the PDA was much more interesting. And even it looked boring.

"Welcome to hell."

smilinggrimmer April 16 2010, 04:16:41 UTC

"Hm?" Grimmer slowed down, blinking in confusion as he heard the voice. Somebody was speaking to him in English? Once he finally recognized that there was a man in...some sort of strange haphazardly put together clown costume, he calmed down. He was probably a part of the group he saw out there.

Grimmer laughed quietly. "So...in Hell they speak English?" He spoke in English with a slight German accent. Since he could not speak any Czech, this made things a lot easier for him.

glasgow_smilin April 16 2010, 07:27:15 UTC

"Japanese, too," the Joker muttered before finally looking up at the awkward-looking man in front of him. He killed the PDA and stuffed it in his pocket, fishing around in it for a moment before he found what he was looking for...

...a stick of gum.

Unwrapping it and stuffing it into his mouth, he leaned away from the wall and took a couple of uneven steps toward the man. The Joker's eyes took the newcomer in, sizing him up, reading him. His head then bobbed toward the sack in Grimmer's hands.

"What you got in the bag?"

smilinggrimmer April 16 2010, 08:12:59 UTC

"Japanese?" Grimmer tilted his head in confusion. He'd assumed that the guy was trying to act in-character, but...now he doubted that he was apart of that group. Furthermore, he completely lacked any kind of European accent ( ... )

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smilinggrimmer April 18 2010, 10:49:57 UTC

(Writing on my iPod since my computer just died. This quality may end up pretty bad.)

Grimmer refused to make eye contact with the clown, and instead just remained facing in one direction, where he watched the Jokers movement out of the corner of his eyes. He remained quiet for a long moment, apparently thinking. "People can feel happy. Maybe only slightly and not for long, but they do. If they have a good beer after a long day of work, they are happy. I like to see that. I don't like to see 7 year old boys be driven to suicide."

He stayed quiet for another moment. " I do not mind being alone, and being 'killed' by them would hurt no more than any other form of death. And I have no existence, so there is no fake for me. The real me was stolen ages ago." Grimmer refused to allow the Magnificient Steiner personality to be apart of him; that was a different person.

glasgow_smilin April 18 2010, 12:13:43 UTC

( Quality's fine, but boo at computer fail!)

Grimmer's honesty made the Joker laugh. He nearly dropped the butterfly knife, he was laughing so hard. Deciding it wasn't worth looking after it, he flipped it closed and dropped it in his pocket. The most unnerving part was that it was honest laughter.

"It's the principle, pal, not the pain. Really!" Another whoop of laughter. "No one gives a rat's ass what it does to you. Not you, not them, not the birds, not the bees. And their, uh, so-called 'happiness'? Distraction. No joy, no... smilesHe wouldn't say it, not yet, but true happiness was a well-placed block of C4 surrounded by barrels of gasoline ( ... )

smilinggrimmer April 19 2010, 08:41:04 UTC

Grimmer reluctantly made eye-contact with the Joker as he spoke, but other than his tightly held his jaw, his face was emotionless ( ... )