Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2 Joker just watched her closely as she said good morning, his morning was far from a good one, well to him it wasn't that bad but the guy he choked was having a bad one. For him it was a, ok morning. A good morning would be him not here in this fucking place. Although her next comment peaked his interest and brought a slow smile to his face, he was really going to play with her today. She wouldn't make eye contact and he could only imagine why, she wasn't ready to for some reason. She was too busy trying to distract herself with her fingernails than look at him. That didn't stop Joker from staring her down, she'd have to make eye contact at some point and he was going to be staring at her like this when she did. Well I was talking about the voices and how I have to urge to kill but since we seem to be on that topic of urges I would be happy to chat. Joker couldn't help but poke, it was something he did naturally but she made it all too easy to get under her skin. I do know quite a bit about urges actually. I know my own and I know others. Body language goes a long way. He leaned back in the straight jacket but it got a little tighter as he did so he decided to just sit straight for now. The only thing he couldn't get over was that she was avoiding eye contact, something must have ran through her mind with great detail. Joker wasn't sure if he was completely right, maybe she rethought all this and now saw him for the true crazed killer that he was and now was trying to keep her distance. He'd have to keep watching and keep working her over. As she mentioned his out burst he could only give a small chuckle and shake his head. Well I have no interest in choking you....unless you're into that sort of thing. If so I am sure we can figure something out. He gave a small laugh once again. You don't have to take it off I'm fine with that, we will just have a very quick session then, because I'm not staying in this very long. Joker was curious to see how that would go down, he wanted to know if she would take him out of the straight jacket to keep him longer or if she would try and act like she didn't care. He knew she cared about it, he knew she wanted to fix him and doing that or seemingly doing that to someone like him made you look quite good among your colleagues. He'd act like it wouldn't bother him if he was to leave right now but hidden he would be pissed, he wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible. Joker was well aware that he couldn't rush things, he had to go at a steady pace because if he didn't he would end up loosing this and would need another way out. But it was time, he had to get the ball rolling on some more personal things, he needed to share some past events. He needed to do this to get in her head a little bit more. I'm not going to lie, I have thought about quite a few things last night. Not only did I reflect on my childhood which is very foggy I might add, but I also thought a lot about you. He said this very casually, watching her for a moment before glancing at the window. Well enough about me, how was your night? His imagination could only run at that little thought, he observing her outfit once again and he'd smile at her. You are very pretty today, the bun in your hair makes you look more....serious. Joker planned on touching on a few subjects today, he had to touch on a few of his own to make it seem his target wasn't getting her wrapped around his finger. Joker was a master at observation, it was easier to figure people out if you understood their habits and actions. Easier to use them, control them the way he wanted. Joker wouldn't lie, he was dangerous and insane. He liked it that way though, he liked the person who he had become. It was a much better carefree life without all the stress of rules and being like everyone else. Joker stayed quiet and still for a lone time, he really couldn't do much moving with the jacket but he managed to adjust how he sat a bit. He watched her for a little while longer before clearing his throat. He wanted out of the jacket, he needed to be out of the jacket. So Miss Harley Quinn, may you please let me out of this jacket. And I promise to behave myself here and after our session. size