Thread: Penitentiary Halls

Name Edward Nigma Riddler Attire Orange Jump suit Location Riddlers cell Tagging Johnathan Crane Time 8 pm Sexual Orientation Bisexual Oh yes, you are not as much of a fool as I thought Hatter. You actually attempted to keep your cool. The riddler then smiled. As he waited for his comeback, if the Hatter had one. And, I know Harley. But, for now, we just need to play nice. If we want life to be good for us... If only the Joker would try and do so as well. Maybe you would have a visit by now. Name The Joker Attire Straight Jacket, over an Orange Jump Suit. Location Jokers cell. Tagging Haley, Riddler, and anyone listening to his screams. Time 8 pm Sexual Orientation Bisexual The Joker sat in the corner of his solitary confinement. Pulling at his straight jacket, as he passed the time singing softly to himself. Mainly as an annoyance to Charlie. The old man, whom was guarding him just outside confinement. His guard dog, Riddik at his side. The Joker hated this man. His beatings, his ranting, his old man smell. Annoying him was The Jokers only solace when in confinement. It just PUT A SMILE ON HIS FACE! The Joker smiled, as he finished his song. Waiting for Charlie to take a deep breath of reprieve before starting again. This old man, he played one, he played nik nak on my thumb. The Joker started. Shut Up! Charlie shouted in response. Nik nak patty whack. Joker continued. I said shut it! Charlie began to get up. The Joker felt another beating coming. Oh how he loved the pain. Give a dog a bone. This old man came- Dont you dare fucking say it. Running home. The Joker then began to laugh. As Charlie juggled the keys around in his hands, looking for the key to the cell. There will be none of that. The warden said, as he placed his hand on Charlies shoulder. Mister Arkhym... I- The warden then interrupted him. It is alright, I know he can be a pain. But, there is no point in beating him. Your only giving him what he wants... Attention. Ha ha ha ha ha ha he he ho hooo... Oh you know me well, warden... The joker said. As he stood from the cell. So, am I out of this box? Or should I stay just a bit longer.. The Joker placed his face against the glass. His make up smudging against it. He has not had the time to, repair his make up. After what was it now? Four days in Solitary. Yes.. You are... Charlie, takem back to his cell. Yes warden. Charlie said, as he unlocked the door. The warden then went away, off to more important business. Arent I lucky, ay Charles? You were just about to kick my teeth in. Ho ho hooo. The Joker said, as Charlie pushed him along. Walking toward the exit of intensive treatment. The nights still young clown. The old man said. Soon, they met up with more armed guards. As The Joker was walked back to his sector. Where the worst of the worst were kept. Soon, they were walking down the hallways. Passing the Hatters cell. Hatter old boy, Hows wonderland treating you? I haven't gotten a tea party invite for some time now! Let me know the next time you have one. Ha ha. He joked as he walked by. He then was at Harley's cell. He ripped himself from the grasps of his guards. Pressing his face against the window to her cell door. Peekabooo! Harley! You in their girl?! He shouted. Come on Joker, no time for this. No visits with each other either. One of the guards said as he reached for the jokers shoulder. The Joker pulled his shoulder away from his grasp. Give me a minute! He said, in a serious tone. His joking sens of humor melting into a stare of death. Or I will bite your dam throat out! The man backed away. As the Joker looked back into the room. How have ya been sweet heart? He asked, as his face turned back into his normal smile.