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[abucketofangst]

Characters: Sam Monroe (Original) and The Joker (Original)
Setting: Some... street...
Time: Almost night-time so evening.
Summary: Sam is just testing out his new skateboard and runs into a little someone.
Warnings: Violence lawl. Language. Um... blood?

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[super_sane]

Well wasn't this just priceless. The very person he had been looking for currently was right there within reach. Honestly though, Joker had been following Sam for quite some time, ever since he left his place. He was disguised, but not overly so. In fact, if he showed his face from under the hat he was wearing, it'd be quite easy to know who he was, so long as one remembered him well enough.

The big hat he had tipped down low would do well enough to hide his face though. Joker stepped out, shredded outfit in place as he stepped a few feet in front of Sam. He paused, waiting until the last second...

Then, the clothes were yanked off, revealing a perfectly kept purple suit. The hat went flying off, and Joker grinned broadly, letting out a short laugh as he stepped forward and to the side, giving a hard stomp to the front lip of the skateboard.

"Hiya, Sammy m'boy~!"

[abucketofangst]

That... was not what he was expecting. Not one bit.

He didn't even realize what had happened until he found himself, once again, face first on the ground. This time the fall was harder than before and he rolled over on his back and looked over at the Joker. Oh. Great. He could almost hear Tifa nagging in the back of his head and saying something about how she was right. Sam groaned as he sat up, at this rate the girl would try to lock him in his room or something! Do not want, was Sam's only thought on that.

That laugh sounded way too familiar after that video that was displayed on the second level. Sam let out an annoyed sigh. "Oh, just the freak." He began rubbing his neck that was already getting sore. Sure, he knew the Joker's name but Sam had decided 'freak' was way better. Sam got up and snatched up the skateboard before starting to walk away. "Nice to see you too but I gotta go."

[super_sane]

Aw, there was that word again. Kids these days just had no respect for others, it seemed. "You know, you're an amazing sort of person." Joker walked around Sam and stood in front of him, smiling. "It's like...you want others to think this or that, but really, you like the attention she gives you, don't you? Replaces your mom or some type of crap, right?" He didn't let Sam reply to that, Joker merely mock sighed and placed a hand on the young man's shoulder.

"It's always like that, heheha...how dopey can you be, anyway?" A snicker, and Joker closed any space between the two, his nose hardly an inch or two away from Sam's.

"Got a question for you: you ever get that note I sent you awhile back, hmmm~?"

[abucketofangst]

"Oh. Amazing. That's a new one." He rolled his eyes and almost turned around to walk the other way. He would easily take a longer way home if it meant avoiding this weirdo. "Not even close. I can't stand the attention." He found a way to reply anyway, looking proud of himself for whatever reason. But it was the truth, or so that's what Sam thought. He liked his space, which the Joker wasn't giving him. As the hand went on his shoulder, Sam just shrugged it off and took a few steps backwards.

"Don't touch me." He muttered, gripping his skateboard tighter and his other hand went into his pockets to pull out a pack of cigarettes which he lit and blew the smoke in the Joker's face.

"What note?" He only worried about that note for a day and also figured it was a joke. After that, he forgot all about it.