Thread: descent into madness || bear & cosmos

RE descent into madness Bear cosmos descent into madness size-1 Joker couldn't help but smirk at her wry smile and chuckle that she gave. Letting her explain he would nod but shrug a bit. Well yes, they are all crazies but if a penguin called himself a penguin he'd be a penguin. But you know the penguin isn't a penguin, you know that it's a a person who has lost himself. Now the different between my alias and the guy who thinks he's the president is I don't think I'm anyone I'm not, I am The Joker. He knew he wasn't an actual Joker at a carnival or at the castle. He knew that he was far from that, he was the type of person to give one nightmares after a couple of seconds of meeting. He didn't put smiles on peoples faces, he brought fear, worry, and pain to them which always set a smile on his own face. She made some points for her reasons calling him Mister J, he decided that he wouldn't stop her. He didn't really have anyone calling him anything different so it was interesting to have a nickname. No one would dare give him a nickname, well to his face that is. He wasn't really a big fan of them, the last guy who gave him one got pushed off a balcony and that was a few years ago. He still couldn't get over her name though, it was actually perfect and he knew that it would still have him grinning when he went back to his cell. Joker bit his lip firmly and smiled at her, there was a cell that was relatively close to his that the women in it thought the voices spoke back to her. Sometimes he would reply to the women when he was bored and others he'd listen to her scream as the voices didn't answer back. He was pretty sure they were going to move her soon since he was just making things worse. As she spoke about herself being confident that he would show back up, he looked at her closely before grinning. It would be difficult not to show back up. Joker needed to keep coming to see her as much as he could, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and if she was the ticket to escaping then he wanted to do this in a timely matter, but he also couldn't rush it. Well they need to find someone who can deal with the mind games. Because you can't and you won't be able to. The last words were in his head as he observed her, his eyes examining her again now that his restraints were gone. He wanted to control her, he wanted to cause her physical and emotional harm. He wanted her to feel fear, he wanted her to feel hopeless, powerless. His head twisted lightly as he continued to observe. Joker wanted a toy, he wanted something to play with for a short time, he first needed to get out of here and he would certainly have fun with her in the process. I won't be able to change. He knew it was never going to change, he was a 100 sure on that thought. You know, before I had to wear a straight jacket to these things there was this one psychiatrist. He was this large man, who clearly liked his sweets since the scent of chocolate or sour watermelons were always on him. You could also tell by his fingers that he had heart problems. Joker tapped his fingers on the table lightly, before letting his hand run across the smooth surface and reaching the edges. He'd press his fingers into them quite firmly, leaving slight marks on the tip of his fingers. He was probably going to drop dead of a heart attack at some point. He also had this tendency to play with his pens, tapping them against the table. It drove me insane. He growled with annoyance at the thought of that clicking sound of the pen against the the cold metal of the table. So I sent the damn thing right into his bloody eye. Surprising that didn't kill him instantly. A few days after that I over heard the orderlies talking about him dying in the hospital of cardiac arrest. And damn it felt good! he grinned lightly, and leaned back. Running his hands through his green hair, he then clapped his hands together. It was a rush, his heart was pumping so much blood through his body trying to adapt and repair the injuries that it just blew! The thought of it made his fingers jitter ever so slightly for a second and a wide smile to appear on his face and he leaned forward tapping the table slowly. I am a horrible person Miss Quinzel, not a bad one. He was actually really surprised that she had touched him, it was actually a bold move. Her question made him frown a bit, Tattoos are permanent. He would grab her wrist with his right hand, lifting it off of his left. Staring at her hand intensely his thumb ran over her wrist, before pressing it to her pulse. Joker's eyes would move to her own and would keep eye contact for a few moments Unlike people. He set her hand on the table lightly before letting go of it. Clearing his voice to get rid of the darker tone that it had held, he smirked. I'd say expressing myself. size