Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 The more she talked about her name and making a nickname the more he grinned, she was giving herself a nickname in order for him to feel like he had a friend or wasn't alone or whatever she was trying to do. This was a good thing, an advantage even though she might not see it that way. He was going to try and use this, the name would be a piece to the puzzle, a very important piece. He would make her see that she was more like him then not. When he had first arrived here he was actually pretty pissed off, the rage that was going on was so bad that he was heavily sedated for...for awhile. He couldn't remember how long. He never knew the time in his cell either, he could here the clock ticking in the hall but he couldn't see it. That's what first set him off in here to harm one of the orderlies, bashed their head into the wall. He got a good two three bashes in until he was pulled off of the mans limp body. He really had no intentions on killing that orderly, but in that moment all he could hear was that ticking and the small whisper of voices that were over crowding his thoughts. He needed to hurt or do something to someone in order for them to stop. More then once he has laid in his cell dead, wouldn't respond to the orderlies until they came in. He had injured four so far and killed two, he was still counting how many he could harm by just pulling that trick. Although Joker was aware of the fact that after awhile he had to keep his eyes open and then they'd all rush in, he loved the look of horror in their eyes when they found his pulse. It was alway so delightful to watch them scurry and run. It was refreshing actually to be close to people who were afraid. To smell their fear. Some people would tell you that you can't smell fear but to Joker you could, and it was refreshing. Harley Quinn. Well that's your new name then Miss Harley Quinn. He smiled a bit with delight. Joker would let out a long laugh as he thought more about her new name, or nickname as she would put it but to him it was now her name. Her pulse, it was fast. She was either excited or nervous, or a little of both. Either way it got his brain rolling. He wasn't one to constantly think of these things, they actually got in the way of him being able to harm someone. It clouded his judgement and caused him to pick a different side other then his mind. He always picked his minds side there was no question. He trusted his crazy, deranged, and damaged mind to the T, it could never wrong him. But there was something about the feel of her soft skin and the increase in her heartbeat. He wanted her, he wanted her in more ways then one. Joker was often so busy loving and finding a rush with harming those around him he had forgotten that he also felt desire. There were very few feelings that he felt but that was one of them. Desire to kill, the desire to have power, the desire for sex. But the last desire was a rare thing of him to think about, he didn't have time for it really and most women just annoyed him. Joker sighed as he rid his brain of such thoughts because they were overriding what he truly needed to focus on. He would continue to stare at her intensely, I have no interest in really harming you Harley. I hope you know that. It's hard to take my word I know, but....trust me. There's much better things to do to you then harming. His voice low and his eyes dug into like they were searching for something. Although the intense look and tone would soon go away, his darker mood immediately changing as she spoke. Joker grinned at her comment about how he expresses himself. I bet you would. This was more of a a low chuckle and Joker glanced at her. She still kept her hand rather close to her body. She was still aware of his touch that only occurred a few moments ago and he hoped that it stayed apparent for the rest of the day. He hoped it sat at the back of her mind and ate at her like mad. Joker stood from the chair. Staring down at her for a few moments, before grinning at her. You're too cute. Quickly he would take the blue inmate shirt and pull in over his head, setting it on the side of the table neatly. Joker was quite toned, now that was because there wasn't much to do in his cell but do push-up and crunches. The smile that was on his left hand covered most of it, there was that and on his knuckles were card suits. On a bit of his wrist and most of his forearm he had large jagged letters that said HAHAHA over and over again. On his bicep he had a symbol of a bat with a knife going through the centre of it. From there to his neck he had All In, a bunch of cards together, the Ace was the first. Down from that there was more of the odd HAHAHA's on his chest, just more of them than on his arm. On the other side of his chest was the dead jester, down from that on his upper abdomen was Joker in big bold letters. This is so I don't forget my name. Joker spoke with a dead serious face but then grinned, that's not what the tattoo meant but she would rattle her brain trying to figure what half of them did mean. Lower to the Joker tattoo was a large smile, a little different from the ones on his fore-arm and hand. This one looked like it was done in pencil, less colourful. The next one was a dead robin with an arrow through it's chest on his bicep. Sighing Joker would look down at his tattoos. Well that's about it. Joker would laugh after a quick second, Oops I forgot. Turning around so she could see his back, he would laugh again. This one is my favourite. , Joker moved his hand to pat the side of his back that had a large tattoo on it. In big bold letters was God's Only Child.. On the left hand side of the back of his shoulder was another Jester, this one more manic with a creepy grin, also holding a hammer. Turning back around he'd sit down and leaned forward onto the table, Dig into my brain yet? he grinned at her for a moment before tapping his knuckle on the table. Some have meaning, they aren't all just crazy moments from my mind. Some, if you think hard enough that is, you could probably figure out yourself. Continuing to tap his knuckle on the metal table lightly he watched her for a moment, I doubt you have tattoos Harley. You're too.... he trailed off with a large smile. But I could be wrong. His knuckle would stop the tapping as it hit the shirt, he touched the shirt lightly his fingers trailing over it carefully before he stopped and leaned back. Stretching himself to the left, showing the prominent muscle and ribcage only for a quick second and then he would lean forward. Joker sat there very still before standing up quickly, Well, He pulled on the blue inmate shirt and walked over to the straight jacket. I think that's enough for today, I got you a little to flustered. You need some time to think. That and I'm done for today. size