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Post by Carlos Breugin on May 17, 2009 19:35:18 GMT -5
The Amusement Park, full of joy and laughter and happiness, none of which Carlos knew about. As usual, he was left out of someone's Birthday. Carlos didn't mind though, he hated that person. Walking past the Popcorn booth which had a huge hole on the side courtesy of him, he moved in the opposite direction of the wind, his dark hair staying still, and, headed for the FunHouse.
Carlos didn't know why he was here, he hated the Amusement Park and the Amusement Park hated him. His fellow classmates used to have a who-can-push-Carl-over-the-hardest contest and he hated it. They always shoved him into his locker, into the river by the docks, or, onto some ride they knew he would get sick in.
If he hated Happyland, why on earth did he go there? He had to go once because of some bet he never entered. The other times were when he was literally dragged. Or sometimes carrie. As he was shorter than most of the guys, they were able to do that. That was so irritating. While he was thinking about this, he reached the FunHouse.
It was said that the criminal called The Joker resided here. The person who said that was probably One himself. Criminals didn't simply just hide out at Amusement Parks! It would've been cool if they did, though. Then they would pay. And he would be happy, or would he? He stared at the huge and musty looking tent.
Should he go inside or not? If so, just to kill time while in this dump. Or at least until someone comes and sees his dead body. Smirking, Carlos walked into the FunHouse, looking behind him.
He thought he was someone moving but he could've been mistaken. Or was he?
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 18, 2009 8:20:54 GMT -5
"Gee, what's wrong with you? Ya look like you were just at a funeral.....that's not the mood you're s'posed to have in a Theme Park."
Harley cartwheeled out of the Funhouse, almost knocking over the kid who stood there solemnly with a giggle.
She frowned at his serious, depressed expression and put her ahnds on her hips.
"Well?" Harley demanded, "You have to smile, you have to be happy here...otha' wise puddi--uh, Mistah J an' me are gonna have to put one on you ourselves."
She tilted her head, and her red and black ear flap things (hehe, lol) flopped to one side; she tilted to the other and they flopped with her.
"C'mon...," she whined, "Go to your happy place! Be HAPPY. HAPPY. HAPPY."
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Post by Carlos Breugin on May 18, 2009 8:41:01 GMT -5
What the-! Nathan raised his eyebrows at the Clown that came out nowhere. This reckless chick obviously had some mental problems. Happy place? Mistah J? "Well, I don't know about you but I think you and 'Mistah J' have had an overdose on happiness, if you know what I mean." When she came out, he was shocked he was now on the ground. He got up and dusted himself up.
"So, who is this 'Mistah J' you speak of? And who the heck are you to tell me about happiness? You don't know who I am, do you?" Of course she didn't. Carlos kept to himself usually and people didn't talk about him much anyway. Only important people are talked about.
He walked around the Clown, keeping notice at her costume. What was with the getup anyway? He had plenty reason to be grave and here this kook was, not showing any evidence whatsoever as to why she was like a lab with ADD. Well, he asked her a question. Now it was up to her to answer.
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 18, 2009 8:56:04 GMT -5
She stared at him in amazement, totally missing the 'on happiness' comment...
Everyone knew who Harley was--Harleen Quinzel, the sweet new intern at Arkham who had fallen in love with the Joker and gone bonkers...and everyone knew who Mr. J was because they knew who Harley was. Too many people had heard her telling jokes to 'Mistah J' before she murdered them.
Everyone, it seemed, except for this kid.
"Mistah J," said Harley, like it was obvious, "is the Joker. Everyone knows that...where've you been kid, livin' under a rock?!"
"Who'm I?" she continued, "Harley Quinn! Joker's numbah one henchgirl, atcha service! Who are you, you silly oblivious kid??"
She paused, throwing her hands up in the air in exasperation. "And how do you not know Mistah J?? Everyone knows Mistah J! He's the best of the worst!!"
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Post by Carlos Breugin on May 18, 2009 13:39:06 GMT -5
Carlos stared at the hyper Clown called Harley Quinn. "Living under a rock? I AM a rock." He stood in front of her. Of course he had heard of the Joker! But he ignored it because there was no use making a big deal about some guy in makeup who kills people for fun. As for Harley, he did hear about some chick who went crazy but didn't really pay much attention. But SHE thought HE was crazy?
Carlos raised his eyebrows. "'Silly oblivious kid?'? Obiously, you don't know who I am or you're just as dumb as you thought I was." He turned around. That Harley Girl didn't care about him, no One did, so why the heck was she talking to him in the First place!
His throat bobbled, people used to tell him he never saw the sour side of the pickle but they were wrong. This Harley Quinn may have helped murder thousands but he saw more heartbreak and devastation than she did. And SHE was calling HIM crazy? He turned around, a hard stare fixed on the Clown.
"I'm Carlos Breugin. You might have seen me in the papers, I hit my Dad. And you're acting as if I have nothing to be sad about but everything in the world had gone wrong with me!" His voice rose with every word on the sentence, his chest was now vibrating along with it. "Yeah, and you're some kook."
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 18, 2009 13:57:58 GMT -5
"HEY!!" She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her.
"I ain't dumb. I'm silly, and bouncy, and jumpy, and fun! But not dumb!"
She looked at him uninterested as he explained who he was.
"Ya hit your dad? Big deal, Carly," she pointed enthusiactically to herself, "I've done worse!! Have ya ever shot a guy?"
She tilted her head to one side, and made her fingers into a gun shape. "Ya gotta shoot 'em twice, two bullets holes are better than one, that's what Mistah J always says. But with time in between, so they don't die so quickly. It's more fun to see 'em in pain! Life's such a joke, with all the silly little people thinkin' they're worth something..."
Harley flashed a dazzling smile. "...it's real entertaining seein' them lives just go ka-put. But it's always better if they're smiling or laughing...out with a smile, ya know, at least they die knowin' that things are funny."
She sighed, thinking of the Joker, who she hadn't been able to find in days. "My puddin' knows what he's talkin' about. He's the expert!"
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Post by Carlos Breugin on May 18, 2009 14:25:40 GMT -5
Carlos just stared at Harley, this chick was crazy! He just pours out his feelings like milk, which was for the First time, to her and all she talks about is shooting some guy and about 'her puddin' who was crazier-than-thou! He then spoke slowly and forcefully. "Personally, I don't give a flip about whatever you're talking about. Besides, if your 'puddin'' loves you, why the heck isn't he here with you right now?"
He turned around and looked inside his pants pockets. "Oh look, I see no puddin'." He held up a card. "But wait. IT'S THE JOKER!" He waved his hands around. "Get real and pronounce my name right, Harlem." He smirked. Payback time was grand, except for he didn't know why he did it to this Clown instead of the real tormentors. But he didn't want to soften at the moment. That was a sign of weakness. And Carlos was not weak.
Wait. She said something else too. "Yeah." He agreed. "Humans are worth nothing and life isn't much either. Is this why you donned this getup? To prove that life's a joke?"
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 26, 2009 19:31:54 GMT -5
((eesh, sorry, I didn't reply sooner...I just got the Mad Love comic book and I've been reading and re-reading it over and over and over and over again...))
"Hey, Mistah J's a busy guy, he doesn't have time to babysit me," snapped Harley, "And, I'm allowed to call him puddin'."
Such a lie.
"MIstah J loves me, y'know, that's why I can call 'im that. He doesn't mind, he likes it..." Well, probably. "I'm his special girl."
She frowned as he said something else. Life was a joke, but that wasn't why she had changed her life like this. It was for the Joker. Her entire existance on this planet was for the Joker, to serve him, to be with him, to love him. The Joker wanted her to kill people, she was there, pulling the trigger. Joker wanted her to rob a bank, she was running out the doors with the loot in her own arms. He ordered her to jump off a bridge--she was dangling off the edge.
"I do it for my puddin'," she said dreamily, "I do it all for my puddin'..."
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Post by The Joker on May 29, 2009 21:04:24 GMT -5
With the two talking about in the funhouse, they sudenly stopped to listen. A sound was being heard, and it sounded as if it was starting to get closer and closer. Soon, the small sound started to sound as if some one was...
Luaghing.
IT was heard right above them, right next to them, all around the two. the luagh now was noticable, and it sounded as if it was coming from the area the two were in. out of the darkest part of the area came a man, green hair, red lips, skin as white as bleach, and a smile as big as anyone can get. It was the Joker himself, overhearing the two talking about him. With a smile and a small luagh, "Hellooooo. And what brings a small young depresing child to my little hideout?"
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Post by Carlos Breugin on May 30, 2009 19:06:48 GMT -5
Carlos' thoughts changed from sympathy to disgust to 'Ohhkay' all within One conversation. Now, he just weirded out. "Okay. You are that dedicated to this guy huh? But what do you get out of it? I mean you should get something for you devotion. So, what is it?" Suddenly, he was interrupted by something. Or someone. Some noise, but where was it?
His ears perked up like a dog, that was a sickening sound, even for a laugh. That was the only thing that it could be justified as. Whoever was doing this had some major issues, more than himself! "WHO THE HELL IS THAT?" He called, his raised up. "SHOW YOURSELF!" When the person did, Carlos eyes rose. Then they narrowed. It was the One man freakshow they called 'The Joker'. Oh horror.
He stood up and walked towards the weird and insane man. "For starters, I am not 'Young'. For seconds, I have nothing else to do but look for you myself. Now you're here." He walked around the Joker.
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Post by The Joker on May 30, 2009 20:30:30 GMT -5
The Joker had thought when the boy was circling around him. What is with this kid? was he droped on his head? Did he just happen to find me? or was he just some kid having a death wish?
None the less, the Joker really wasn't much entertained with this kid(you can't really tell since he is always smiling). The kid had already stood up to him, loked him in the eye, and talked without fear. But there was somthing that kept the crazy phychotic from doing anything to this kid. The kid had spoken to him, more then any goon he had had. The Joker had a thought running through his mind.
"Well, if your not young, what are you then? Kid, meatbag, deadmeat, chew toy,?"
The Joker luaghed and rosed a gun out of his pocket, and pointed at the kid. "Well then, since you really are no use to me, i might as well do what you came here for." The joker smilled and luaghed. "Join me in this Muffin, we are about to see a show."
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Post by Harley Quinn on May 31, 2009 8:25:15 GMT -5
About to answer Carlos (such a boring name. Carly sounded so much more fun!), Harley froze in place. Laughter was echoing down from above--from the sides--from below--no, everywhere! And the sounds of it made Harley's whole face light up. Never mind that it was creepy beyond all reason. It was the laughter of her love.
Carlos yelled something into the emptyness, trying to yell to the man behind the giggles. Asking who he was, to show himself. Harley grabbed the kid by the arm excitedly, purring happily, "That's my puddin'!"
And it was (duh...no-one else has a laugh like that!!) the Joker. Harley scurried over to him at his command, poised and still at his arm as he pointed a gun at the boy who she had talked to for the last few minutes.
Inwardly she shrugged. The kid had been annoying from minute 1, always prattling on about her bein' crazy and him hittin' his dad--which was no big deal, who cared, anyway?!-and et cetera, and et cetera...
In the tiny part of her which was still stuck in it's own 'Harleen Quinzel' phase, she felt a little bad for having to kill him. But, he had said it himself. Humans are worth nothing, and life isn't much either.
"That's right, Mistah J," Harley echoed in a chirp, "Give 'im what he came here for!"
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