Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-2It took awhile but she did finally look at him, but she wasn't looking at him more looking at the straight jacket he had on. He was well aware what no eye contact meant, she didn't trust herself to make eye contact in the case she might show some sort of emotion in them. She didn't want him to see that he did have himself planted in there somehow and it certainly was bothering her. When she did make eye contact he didn't react, he just watched her closely. Taking in her reaction, the move of her lips, the look in her eyes, he took it in carefully. Slowly but surely figuring her out, calculating her and making sure he had her where he wanted to have he, for now. Although his eyes were quick to move down to her hands that sat neatly on the table, watching it close slowly into a fist before she released it after a moment. He continued to watch her hands as she spoke, she was playing with the ends of her sleeve. Joker let his eyes meet her's once again. A huge smirk grew on his lips and soon a loud haunting laugh came out. Oh I am sure that's why we have been avoiding eye contact for the past ten minutes because of your boyfriend. He laughed again, he wasn't stupid. He doubted she would share something like that with him. She avoided her personal life when talking to him, she wouldn't talk about her family or bring up a man she had met. If she had really met a man she would of just said she went out or had a nice dinner and the conversation would end there. It would be a stupid move, it would put her and this gentlemen in danger. Now there was room for it to be possible and he certainly wasn't throwing that comment off the table. Did it bother him? Slightly, but it didn't enrage him, she was a piece to the puzzle that he intended to use and discard no matter what happened in her outside life. A boyfriend would just make it harder, it would just make Joker try harder. Well I hope this gentlemen fulfilled all your exception and needs, just like gentlemen should but you and I both know that not all gentlemen are real. So I hope it works out for you and him. He smirked, for extra measures he was going to have to somehow get his hands on the Pill Guy. Insane, not stupid. Now that comment he mumbled to himself as he looked to the window. As she stood he let himself look over her in the grey pencil skirt, she had a nice curve to her. He grinned to himself as he looked forward, he defiantly preferred the pencil skirts. I'll try and keep it for sure. Once the restraints were taken off he pulled his arms out of the sleeves and dropped the jacket on the ground. Once she sat he stood, stretching himself for a brief second before he walked over to the barred window, he tapped it lightly but enough for it to make a noise. Turning around Joker walked towards his seat, his strides steady and smooth. Once he was seated he looked at her, Well once I threw out all that junk they call dinner down the toilet I decided to just lay down. Like I said I thought of a number of things. He spoke carefully, setting his hand on the table he pressed his palms into it and leaning back into the chair. A memory of myself as a child. he looked at his hands, turning them over he ran his fingers of his wrist and arm. I remember walking in the snow, I was probably only about eight years old. There was this old creepy house down the street that I had lived on, I was curious. So I decided to check it out. He hand continued to graze over his inner forearm. His gaze drifting to the window. There was this window looking down into the basement. He grinned a little and shook his head. There was a piano inside, a very old one. I wanted to get a better look so I ended up putting my hands on the glass and leaning down to take a peak. The glass cracked and my right hand fell through. He leaned forward and took her wrist carefully, his finger grazing a straight line up her inner forearm, from her wrist to the mids of her arm. Letting go of her arm he laid his forearm out. Imagine, hurt like a bitch. He grinned once again as he looked at the scars. The snow soaked in red, I panicked and I cried like a little girl no lie, the whole run home I gathered myself up not to cry. I even had left my hat and my gloves there along with my backpack. When I got home was father was pissed, so off to the hospital we go, I had to get stitches. Come home and then I got the shit kicked out of me for being stupid. He was so angry. I had gotten blood all over the carpet and in his truck. I didn't get dinner that night. Next day I went to school and had to explain to my teacher that I cut myself and his my face of the wood of the window. He leaned himself back, staring at the table for awhile. Watching the slight dust move across it ever so slowly. By dad liked his boozes but he wasn't a stupid drunk. He was the type of drunk to beat you with a phone book so it didn't leave any marks. Although sometimes he found himself so angry that he just went to hitting and kicking. Joker laughed for a moment, I literally slept in the dog house as a kid, if I was lucky the dog was out there to keep me warm. Was it real? What he was talking about. He wouldn't tell you even if he knew or not. Joker didn't like sob stories at all and he hated telling them but he needed to bring some up and tell her, it was just a step forward. I got my ass kicked at school too, I was the boy who sat in the back of class, clumsy, shy, chubby and then I got really lanky which didn't help. Got beat up at school to come home and have my dad beat me for being beaten. Told me to stand up for myself you know, so I did. I was seven and one of the nine year olds were bugging me so one morning I bunched the kid in the face. He broke my nose after that and gave me a black eye. That day my dad was called and when we got home he broke my ribs. Joker smirked a little, He wasn't all that bad. He loved taking me to the Fair and the clowns always made him laugh. He soon let himself look at her and he would cross his arms. Watching her for a long moment. He leaned forward and sighed a little as he looked at her, now the whole troubled look he held was certainly an act. Trying to make her think that these things did bother him. But the Joker probably never looked so troubled I didn't tell the others that because I didn't want too, so don't blow this for yourself. size