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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 21, 2009 20:38:26 GMT -5
"Sorry??" Peach gaped. "I hope you ARE, for hurting all these people!!"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 8:18:48 GMT -5
"He told me to." The was no emotion in Kevin Parker's voice. Yet, somehow, it retained that same childish quality. "I'm a good boy... I-I do what I'm told. T-That's why they put me in the hospital; b-because when Mommy and Daddy died n-nobody t-told me to do a-anything. But then a big shadow came and I ran out of the h-hospital and... and I was so s-scared because nobody was there to tell me what to d-do. T-Then the man with the smiley f-face showed up."
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Post by zerowonder on Feb 22, 2009 12:41:49 GMT -5
The Auditor, unsympathetic to Kevin Parker's story, held the shotgun to the man's head.
"What 'man with the smiley face'? Where is he?"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 13:20:22 GMT -5
Kevin looked at the gun without flinching and held up a video casette-tape. "He gave this to me... for when s-someone came and found me. H-He told me to c-come to the o-office because of the VCR."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2009 13:28:43 GMT -5
Cautiously, Peach squeaked as she reached forward and took the tape from him, quickly jumping back. She looked it over. "Oh my..."
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 13:36:21 GMT -5
"What?" Kevin looked the tape over. It looked like an ordinary casette-tape. "Something wrong?
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 22, 2009 13:56:05 GMT -5
"It's.. from that clown..." Terrified, she slipped it into a video player, waiting for it to come on.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 22, 2009 15:28:47 GMT -5
It was a newstudio. The balding man cringed in his chair as someone off-camera shined a flashlight into his face. There was a deep-throated laugh from whoever was holding the flashlight.
"Now, would you please tell us your name?"
The voice was the same as the one laughing on the intercom. When was the man was silent, the camera cut a few minutes ahead. The man was slightly bruised now.
"Come on! Tell the viewers at home your name!"
"... N-N-Ne-N-Ned Laurent."
The man holding the camera giggled. "Oh, splendid! Very good, Neddy! Now, tell everyone what you do."
"Please let me go..."
The voice sighed. "Should my associate have another talk with you?"
"I'm the producer for DIBC." Ned quickly answered. Tears started to force themselves out of his eyes. This was no smiled upon, because the tape skipped ahead a few minutes. One of Ned's eyes was now swollen shut.
"So, you're in charge of all the news that comes to this floating heap of dirt!" The figure that commanded the voice walked on-screen, the camera now supported by a tripod. His face was horrifying in the flashlight's glow. "So... why hasn't my name gotten around?"
"It's only been a few days, you maniac! ... oh, God, please don't kill me."
The clown's grin only widened at Ned's terror. "Still, a performer should get proper coverage, don't you think? Back home all I had to do was threaten someone and my name was in every paper from Houstin to Vancouver!"
"please, i'm sorry, i'll do better next time, i swear, please, show some mercy, my god, please"
The clown groaned and reached into his jacket. "I hate this part of the joke. It always leads to the same punchline, Neddy! Oh, well. Maybe this time'll be different." He pulled out a large pistol and put it to Ned's head. Then, in his best tough-guy voice he recited the movie line:
"You've gotta ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do, you punk?"
He laughed out loud. "Oh, that line's perfect for setting the mood! Mind you, they still don't make good movies nowadays. Gone are the Golden Age of Abbot and Costello or the Three Stooges. Now it's sex joke, toilet humor... speaking or which, what's that smell? Neddy, you didn't-- oh, Neddy!" He laughed again mockingly.
Forcing the gun into Ned's hands, the clown got right next to him. "Here's how it's going to work: there's one bullet in that gun. You're going to put it to your head and blow your brains out. It'll be a real showstopper, and something I can show my grandchildren someday!"
Ned stared at the pistol fearfully and then at the clown. The thoughts in his head were hard to read from the expression on his face. Finally, acting on impulse, he pointed the gun at the clown, screamed, and pulled the trigger...
*click*
A flag popped out and unfurled itself. Ned stared in disbelief for a few seconds before he read the mocking inscription of 'GOT YA!' on the red fabric. The clown, however, shook his head disappointedly.
"Ah, producers. They can never follow simple instructions, can they?" Snapping his fingers, the flashlight was tossed to him and a big, hulking figure in an ape mask grabbed Ned. The clown, knowing was was coming, turned the camera around and focused it on him.
"Well, Ned has learned an important lesson, hasn't he?" He was speaking casually over the screams. "Me? I sure haven't. I can't tell if the lesson was 'do what the Joker tells you' or 'don't oppress minorities.' That's me, by the way. Not a racist, but the Joker!" He winked at the camera in mock-acknowledgement.
"Now, I don't know who you are and, frankly, I don't care unless you're wearing a big bat-suit. By now, you've probably seen my handiwork. I must ask-- what do you think? Sub-par? Above-avaerage? Come on, give me some feedback, people!"
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Post by zerowonder on Feb 22, 2009 18:10:45 GMT -5
The Auditor's red eyes did not wince from their serious, threatening focus on the video or the henchman that handed the video; except when "big bat-suit" was mentioned when which his eyes scanned his dark, shadowy exterior to shake off suspicion that the Joker was talking about The Auditor's appearance and mistaking it for a bat.
"I went through a vampire phase, but that was just one time..." The Auditor whispered to himself, before appointing his attention towards the henchman again.
"So, are you going to tell us where he is? Or is the man with the red eyes going to make you talk?"
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 23, 2009 16:17:27 GMT -5
"The video's not over." Kevin Parker said quietly. "M-Mr. Clown said not to stop until the video stopped pl-playing." He pointed at the continuing footage.
"Well, seeing as you're giving me the silent treatment, I guess I have no choice but to meet you in person." The Joker pulled a scrap of paper out of his purple coat pocket and pretended to scribble something down on it. When he finished, he held it up to the camera-- it showed the address of the DIBC Building.
"Now, when you come down here we can have a nice, civilized discussion." The Joker smiled. "Or, we can shoot each others' brains out. The line's a bit blurred, really. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly of sane mind...
"Oh, and is Kevin Parker still there? Yoo-hoo? Kevvy? You there?"
Kevin Parker looked at the screen, half-believing it was speaking directly to him. "Yes, Joker! I'm here!"
"Well, if he is there I have some instructions for him." The Joker rubbed his hands with mock-seriousness and looked into the camera devillishly. "If you followed my directions to the letter, there will be one bullet left in the pistol I gave you. I want you to put that gun to your head and pull the trigger and, if all goes according to plan, die. Do you understand me?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 23, 2009 18:27:27 GMT -5
Peach could only sit gawking at the video, wide blue eyes terrified beyond all wits, tears leaking from them. "Oh... oh my... dear... goodness...!"
(well-written segment, 42. Beyond creepy >:3)
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 24, 2009 16:30:27 GMT -5
(OOC: Meh. I'm a Joker fan.)
Slowly, as if in a dream, Kevin Parker pulled a small minigun out of his pocket. The video had stopped by that point and the masked henchman now raised the gun to his head.
The other Kevin looked at this for a second before he tackled the henchman. Kevin Parker screamed as Kevin wrestled the gun out of his hand and tossed it across the room. Disturbingly, Mr. Parker stared at the action for a few seconds in shock. He gasped a horrified sob and crawled onto his knees, his face in his hands.
Kevin stood up and walked over to the gun. Picking it up, he stared at it suspiciously. Slowly, he flipped out the barrel and inspected it.
"That bastard..."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Feb 24, 2009 20:15:41 GMT -5
(It shows.)
"...there's no clip in it, is there?" Peach guessed in a scared voice.
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Post by zerowonder on Feb 25, 2009 3:18:49 GMT -5
If Kevin hadn't wrestled the gun out of Parker's hand The Auditor would have shot him upon seeing the gun. The Auditor now studied the gun in Kevin's hand also checking the barrel for clips.
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Post by 42zombies on Feb 25, 2009 16:54:45 GMT -5
"The freak wanted us to see how far he could drive him." Kevin showed the barrel-- empty of all shells. "This guy's not just crazy; he's smart."
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