[Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth
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				Title: <strong>[Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 12:29:52</strong>
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				Arkham Asylum.&nbsp; Home to some of the more dangerous criminals in Gotham City.&nbsp; A large part had been put there, locked away, by the Dark Knight of Gotham.&nbsp; Now they were locked away and kept out of sigh of the citizens of Gotham.<br><br>Inside it was business as usual.&nbsp; Those inmates who were somewhat troubled were allowed in the rec room.&nbsp; This room was well guarded but containted tables, games, a television and a few other things.&nbsp; it was a perfect place to keep the inmates entertained and an even better place for the doctors and nurses to watch the inmates for their own studies.<br><br>Various inmates were in here today.&nbsp; Even more important, there was talk that a new inmate was being brought in.&nbsp; Well, two but technically one.&nbsp; Not Harvey Dent but another criminal known as the Ventriloquist and his "boss" Scarface.&nbsp; Ivy had been waiting, it had not been easy to get "them" to agree but it had worked.&nbsp; Granted she hadn't told them everything otherwise the dummy wouldn't have agreed.&nbsp; Either of the dummies.<br><br>For now though she was waiting.&nbsp; Ivy had found a nice spot of the couch and curled up in the confining orange uniform watching a new program.&nbsp; It was a cartoon based off of some game, 'Plants versus Zombies'.&nbsp; The only reason she was watching it was there was no gardening shows on at the moment.&nbsp; That and if someone like Harley tried to change the channel, she was hoping the cartoon would at least distract them.&nbsp; It was all just killing time until she could start the fun.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 19:20:19</strong>
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				The massive structure held numerous patients. All of them labeled as not only a danger to society and themselves, but a danger to the human race as a whole. Gotham City's judicial system had determined this through their actions and psychological behavior. The building housed not only the patients, but on call physicians and psychiatrists. Guards practically lived on the grounds as the number of breaks outs rose each day. Each and every one of them was needed to try and keep this place under control. It was necessary that each of them understand that not all the patients were easy to deal with.<br><br>Due to the nature of some of these inmates, a number of things were not allowed on the premises. One being plants due to a woman named Poison Ivy. They ever restricted the access of metal, plastic, paper, water, and food. No one was positive of how strong some of these 'monsters' were and were taking ever precaution they could. Not a thing that came through the doors was unmonitored. <br><br>High in the top security level section was housed the criminals that the 'Prince of Gotham' caught. Most of them were the ones that were feared and monitored the most. The likes of Bane, Clayface, Killer Croc, The Mad-Hatter, and The Penguin were usual inhabitants of this place. They weren't the most well known though. In the rec room could usually be found Ivy and Harley. Two of Gotham's <em>bad girls</em>. <br><br>And locked away in his cell without free time permanence was The Joker. The green haired man had once been given the same rights as the two girls, but due to more than a few nasty break outs and a few fights with other inmates, he was confined to his room. He'd been torn from his familiar purple suit and shoved into one of the Asylum's jumpsuits. Clothing didn't matter much to him, but he didn't like being told what to do and so very vocally denounced the jumpsuit. Even going as far as to giving a black eye to the guard that had been assigned to getting him in it in the first place.<br><br>The guard near his cell looked over to see the Joke with that foolish grin on his face and clinging to the bars of his door and wondered what was making the freak so happy. Deep inside his gut, The Joker had a feeling he might be getting out again today.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:10:44</strong>
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				Not far from the Joker's cell in maximum security sat Jonathan Crane, or the Scarecrow, as he had come to be known to the doctors and guards of the place.&nbsp; He was a quiet inmate, and one that didn't cause too much trouble...but that is what made him dangerous.&nbsp; The last time he had escaped, he had doused three guards and a psychiatrist's assistant with his fear toxin, causing one of the guards to have a heart attack and the other two to take a medical leave of absence.&nbsp; They had had to undergo six months of therapy to truly heal from the mental trauma of dealing with their greatest fears, and even now, they were weary to go past Crane's cell.&nbsp; The healthy amount of respect Crane had earned from his past deeds didn't seem to extend to the inmates, however, and he wandered how long it would be before Killer Croc made good on his threat to pluck the stuffing from his body.<br><br>Sighing, Crane sat back, watching the Joker's antics from within his cell.&nbsp; The man was psychotic, truly insane, and beneath Crane's notice...normally.&nbsp; He had teamed up with the Clown on earlier crimes, and had learned one thing when dealing with him...expect the unexpected.&nbsp; The Joker was an instrument of chaos, and no matter how well-planned the scheme or great the pay off, the Joker was going to do what the Joker wanted to do, everyone else be damned.&nbsp; Crane had actually dosed the Clown with his fear toxin once, back when they had been plotting to destroy the Gotham Harbor Bridge.&nbsp; The Joker had turned on him when he wanted to flee from the Batman, and in defense, he had gotten a heavy dosage of the fear toxin.&nbsp; To his surprise, the Joker only let out that maniacal laugh of his, and had turned to face the Bat, as if the toxin had no effect at all.&nbsp; <br><br>And now, here they were, both locked together on the same cell block.&nbsp; Crane sighed again, then perked up as he heard the guard near the Joker's cell warn him to step back from the bars.&nbsp; The Joker had his blood up...did he have a plan?&nbsp; It was nearly impossible to figure out the man's schemes, but if escape was an option, then Crane would play along for a chance at freedom.
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				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 20:47:07</strong>
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				It wouldn't suffice to say she was bored. In fact she was bored out of her mind. She only waited for the workday to end. It wasn't usual to her. Some would call her worcaholic and wouldn't be far off, but today she was a bit distracted from her work. She had begun dating three months ago with a man of her dreams. recent months felt like happiest time of her life, but today was going to be special. Tony had reserved a table in a fine restaurant and not just any restaurant. It was the same restaurant they had been on their first date. Rosa knew it could only mean one thing, it was such a cliche, but she was sure Tony was going to propose her that day.<br><br>She tapped her pencil on the table as she llooked at the clock, which seemed to move in slow motions. She sighed silently. She would have to file her weekly report on Ivy today, and she hadn't even gotten started with it. <em>'no progress...'</em> She thought as she looked at Ivy. She could just as well file her report from last week and change the dates. <em>'Still watches all the gardening shows that come out if possible'</em> she scribbled to her paper... She took a glance on in the tv. Something about plants and zombies. <em>'shows these days...'</em> She thought and chuckled to herself, it was no wonder people went mad.<br><br>She glanced at her watch and yawned slightly. "Twenty minutes." She said, announcing the time the inmates had left in the rec room, before returning to their rooms for the rest of the evening. It was also just short of how long her workday would last, at least it was supposed to be.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 11:59:51</strong>
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				In his office on the other side of the asylum, Adam York was also compiling paperwork on Poison Ivy. It was not an office in any authoritative sense, and bore the distinct marks of the young doctor's disorganised personality. Dust had formed on his wooden bookshelves, a garage sell find for $25. The previous holder of the office room was not a great believer in the concept of all mod cons; all Adam had found when he first opened the door was a desk, a chair and a typewriter. Now it had his mouldy bookshelves, several posters and newspaper clippings, his diploma and a few items dotted around the small room. He was using the typewriter to continue his seemingly endless thesis.<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">More evidence for Isley's undemented level of psychosis has been found in her television choices. Recent reports confirm that those suffering advanced states of psychological damage are not able to view televisual entertainment in any subjective light, especially having a "favourite show."</span><br><br>He yawned. What was all the racket down there? The Joker was making all sorts of noise. There was something in the air, and it was not pleasant.
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 22:31:10</strong>
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				Something was dreadfully wrong.<br><br>The chardonnay had a slightly bitter undercurrent – maybe peppery or oaky – Kathy Kane couldn't decide. And that meant it didn't go with her duck l'orange at all. She made a mental note to find out who was in charge of the restaurant's cellar, and have him fired. It was all very well being a champion of justice, but that justice included well paid wine experts not spoiling her meal.<br><br>With a sigh, the statuesque redhead signalled the maitre d'. She'd have to settle for a simpler, less interesting wine tonight. How disappointing. Waiting for the tall man to glide over, she looked out over the water's of where the Sprang river met the Gotham … and at the small lights of one of her city's most infamous landmarks, the island of Arkham Asylum.
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				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 20:20:44</strong>
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				Harley Quinn<br><br>I am buzzing with both energy and boredom as I enter the Rec room.&nbsp; Glancing around, my eyes light on Red, and I grin broadly.&nbsp; But first I bounce around the rest of the room, opening every cupboard, game, and the handful of magazines.&nbsp; I pout for a moment when there is no real <em>fun</em> news in the magazines.&nbsp; They were so boring!&nbsp; War this, economics that, why couldn't they put in more comic strips!&nbsp; Finally boring of everything else, I sneak up behind Red, completely ignoring the fact she probably had heard me as I went through the rest of the room.&nbsp; Abruptly I cover her eyes and ask gleefully. "Guess who!&nbsp; Ooh...zombies!&nbsp; I haven't seen this one before!&nbsp; Who makes this one?&nbsp; Why are they up against plants?&nbsp; What has happened so far?&nbsp; Ooh, that was neat!"<br><br>Completely forgetting to keep her eyes covered, I give a broad smile and wave at the camera up in the corner of the ceiling, knowing that it was one of the more watched cameras in Arkham.&nbsp; I just dangle off the back of the couch, waiting for Red to respond and watching the cartoon avidly.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 17:28:42</strong>
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				Ivy looked up, hoping her target had arrived only to see Harley waltzing into the room.&nbsp; She sighed as Harley quickly latched herself onto her face.&nbsp; Sometimes Harley really bugged her, at least she was cute.&nbsp; "Would it be Harley?"&nbsp; She muttered as her eyes were covered.&nbsp; It figured that only Harley would really enjoy it.&nbsp; She had allready counted 32 errors in the actual plants they had showned.&nbsp; There was probaly more but she had been glancing at the door.<br><br>She looked back at Harley and reached a hand up to very softly run it along Quinn's face.&nbsp; "Why is it always the cute ones?&nbsp; Harley darling..sweetie.&nbsp; Can I ask you to do a very special task for Red?"&nbsp; As she said this, The Ventriloquist walked in.&nbsp; Scarface was clutched in his hands.&nbsp; As far as he knew, they were using Scarface to smuggle the seeds in.&nbsp; What she hadn't told him was that Scarface would be damaged by her plan.<br><br>"You remember Scarface and his dummy, right Harley?&nbsp; This is what I need you to do."&nbsp; She leaned up nice and close to whisper into Harley's ear.&nbsp; "Take a cup of water from the cooler and dump it onto the puppet.&nbsp; As soon as you do move back very quickly so you don't get caught in my surprise."&nbsp; She smiled and kissed Harley softly on the cheek before pulling back.
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 20:27:58</strong>
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				The man's thin fingers curled tightly around the bars of his cell. He saw Scarface being carried into the rec room. He wondered what was going on for a moment. His gut was telling him that something very good was going to happen very soon. He would be out of this tiny room once again. Once more he could roam the streets of Gotham and fill his little sick pleasures of causing chaos wherever he went. Leaving a wake of destruction wherever he went. <br><br>All that he wondered was what the two little trollops had come up with to get themselves out of here. Joker knew that Ivy would try to prevent anyone from letting him out. She'd be happy if he rotted away in this cell. Even Harley, who once followed him like a sick puppy, would let him rot if Ivy had her way. Harley might consider releasing him if things went down, but Red would probably have none of that. Joker knew that if the girls managed to make something happen, he'd need a plan. Apparently Harley had realized that she preferred women. Not that it bothered him. The little bitch got in the way most of the time anyways.<br><br>When the guard smacked his hands with the night stick and told him back up, he did so. Much to the surprise of the guard. Joker never did things that easily. Shaking it off, the guard left the Joker alone to go get some paper work done before the shift change. Once the guard was out of sight, he crawled back to the cell door and craned his head sharply towards Scarecrow's cell, <strong>"Hey, Mawpin, I have a little deal to make with you...Interested?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 22:01:36</strong>
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				Sun shone through the slits of what served to be his bedroom at Arkham Asylum and Alex Jackson, one of the guards here at the institute, woke up. His eyes were a muddled blue as though he didn't quite know what was going on and it almost seemed as though he were drunk. But he wasn't. Not at the moment anyway.<br><br>Alex grabbed his uniform off its hanger and dressed, making sure his weapons were on his belt and then headed out to do his rounds. It was something he looked forward to every day. He rarely spoke with the doctors, nurses, psychiatrists and other staff in the asylum, preferring instead to get 'cozy' with the inmates for they were more like him than they knew.<br><br>He never spoke about his personal life, no one knew where his parents were or what his past had been and that was because he had not told a single soul. In his mind they didn't need to know. How he'd managed to get hired here was a mystery but then again no police station had his prints and his name checked out completely.<br><br>Alex Jackson seemed to be a fairly decent individual with no criminal record and that was really all that was needed to be hired at a place like this, especially since no one in their right mind <em>wanted</em> a job here. Alex made his way down the hallway humming an eerie tune under his breath as he made his way towards the cells.<br><br>Sometimes he liked to simply watch the inmates and other times he liked to talk to them. No one could really figure him out. Not even the inmates but then the latter hadn't really had much of a chance to be with him on a more relaxed basis. He came up to the section that housed the Joker, the Scarecrow and Poison Ivy.<br><br>Pausing, he leaned up against the wall to listen to what they were saying, his eyes still that muddled shade of blue but the muddledness was slowly turning into a cool shade. Did that mean anything? Perhaps. The inmates here knew he was different from the other staff here, maybe they could enlist his aid should they need it.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 00:09:34</strong>
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				Hearing the Joker call out to him, he peered through the bars at the man.&nbsp; Seeing that clown's face always made him recoil, not in fear, but in disgust.&nbsp; The man was through and through a lunatic, and if anyone deserved to be in this dank rotting pit of insanity, it was the Joker.&nbsp; He wasn't a learned man like Crane was.&nbsp; Where the Scarecrow used his mind to terrify his prey, the Joker simply maimed and murdered of his own accord, without pausing to scheme or plot, and focus on an overall plan.<br><br>"What do you want, you lunatic?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes to slits as he stared at the eerily white face from down the hall.&nbsp; "I've not the time for your ridiculous antics."&nbsp; Reaching down, he ran his finger along the waist-line of his orange Arkham Asylum inmate uniform.&nbsp; Hidden there, meticulously sewn into the fabric, was a small vial of his fear toxin, his most potent batch yet.&nbsp; It was a small amount, but it would suffice to cause a distraction, and could possibly help him reach freedom.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 13:12:23</strong>
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				Rosa sighed as Harley entered the rec room. There was only fiveteen minutes left and they'd start coming in. She looked to her report on Ivy and sighed again. It was carbage,she tossed it to carbage bin and decided to do it tomorrow. She would surely get told for not finishing her report in time, but she just couldn't do any paperwork today. <br><br>As the the Ventriloquist walked in she rolled her eyes. It was getting just stupid, in a quarterhour she would be telling them to go to their rooms, and there they were all coming to the rec room. Some times the crazy people indeed acted illogically. They knew that they weren't allowed to the rec room for all night, why would they start coming in just when it was about time to close it for the day?<br><br>She leaned back on her chair and stared at the clock, just waiting for her shift to end.
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				Post by: <strong>zothab</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 18:20:09</strong>
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				Katherine picked at the expensive meal noncommitally. The duck was good, even if it didn't go with the wine, but that wasn't why she was there. It was no accident that the Kane scion was supping that close to the famed asylum.<br><br>Over the last few nights patrolling Gotham she'd been hearing rumours about a possible break out from Arkham - specifically Poison Ivy. Granted, those rumours were always around - and often true - but what made this different was a series of robberies that had gone on over the previous few weeks from Kane (and, she assumed Wayne) labs. The laboratory equipment taken was consistent with the sort of things Isley had used before.<br><br>That was enough proof for Katherine, which is why she was sitting, bored looking at Arkham - her equipment stored on the roof, just in case.
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				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>24-08-2009, 18:33:30</strong>
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				Harley Quinn<br><br>"A surprise?" I ask her, grinning widely at the thought.&nbsp; Things were <em>way</em> too boring, and the thought of a 'surprise' was exhilarating.&nbsp; Besides, Red had said <em>something</em> about getting out of here soon.&nbsp; I answer quickly and happily. "Gotcha!&nbsp; Right away, Red."<br><br>I dart over to the water cooler and take a cup, humming the theme to the cartoon absently under my breath and practically bouncing in place.&nbsp; Then, sipping at the water, I walk toward Scarface, speaking cheerfully. "Hi, Scarface!&nbsp; Who put you in here this time?&nbsp; Oh and do you-oops!"<br><br>I purposely stumble as I get close, dumping the water all over the puppet, and then, expecting something rather...violently energetic, do several handsprings backward, followed by a flip and twist that had me landing on the couch next to Red, and I promptly wiggle into her lap. "That good enough?"
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 18:11:39</strong>
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				Ivy watched her with amused eyes.&nbsp; She rolled them a bit as Harley "accidentally" dropped the water.&nbsp; Scarface started to twitch and split as roots started quickly growing out.&nbsp; In no time at all the roots had shot through the room, breaking through walls and doors in places.&nbsp; One of the guards tried to draw a gun but was crushed by the growning root.<br><br>Ivy smiled as Harley wiggled into her lap.&nbsp; "You did fine Princess."&nbsp; Ivy leaned down and her lips found Harley's.&nbsp; She kissed her deeply as the roots lovingly wrapped around them, raising them above the carnage.<br><br>She broke the kiss and grinned as she heard the alarms being sound.&nbsp; "The asylum is ours."&nbsp; Ivy grinned as flowers started sprouting from the root.&nbsp; Vines shot from the flowers to grab at random people in the room, on vine lovingly ripped the pants from Ivy.&nbsp; She stretched her legs out and grinned at Harley.&nbsp; "Do you like your surprise?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 18:25:02</strong>
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				<strong>"Well, I want the city and Bats head on a platter of some sort, but besides that?"</strong> as usual, he made jokes that really only he found amazing, <strong>"Don't think yourself above the likes of me, Crow Boy,"</strong> the sick grin on his face spread further if that at all possible, <strong>"The little wenches are planning something. You can feel it, I know you can. I can feel it too. You know they don't care much for me, though I can't seem to figure out why,"</strong> it might of had something to do with Joker's constant abuse towards Harley, but that was not something he would notice, <strong>"I'm asking for your assistance. The little witches would love to leave me in here. Our redheaded, tree huger would have those vines of her trap me in here forever. I know you'd love to see that as well, but I'm willing to offer you something in return for your assistance in getting me out of here."</strong><br><br>Their history together was enough to make Scarecrow say no to the offer, but Joker had a way of giving people what they wanted when they wanted it. If he put his mind to it, he could get anything the Scarecrow wanted, <strong>"I know where they've put your stash of toxin. I know there is enough in there to take down every guard in this place. Let me out and I'll take you right to it..."</strong>[/color] <br><br>Already it could be heard that something was happening in the rec room down the hallway. Joker could hear screams. Whatever the women had been planning was working.
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				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 18:49:22</strong>
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				Crane looked at the harlequin madman, and wanted to tell him to bugger off.&nbsp; But he had to admit, he was eager to get his hands on more of his fear toxin.&nbsp; Creating a batch of the stuff took some time, and without access to the ingredients, it was nearly impossible.&nbsp; After a moment of consideration, he grinned, and fell back into the shadows of his cell.<br><br>He began ripping open the waistband of his inmate issue orange pants, careful to avoid dropping the small vial.&nbsp; When it was free, he began yelling for the guards, screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs.&nbsp; He began to convulse, to shake and twitch, feigning a seizure.&nbsp; Like clockwork, the tier guard came running, his keyring in his hand while he frantically searched for the right key.&nbsp; Finally finding it, he unlocked the cell and rushed in, kneeling next to the convulsing Crane.<br><br>Which was just what he wanted.&nbsp; When the guard's face came near his own, he shoved the small vial into the man's face, shattering the glass and spilling the contents into the man's mouth and nose.&nbsp; The guard screamed and fell back, the broken glass having sliced into his lips and mouth.&nbsp; Crane rose, watching with fascination as the toxin began to take effect.&nbsp; The man's eyes went wide, and he began whimpering, trying to curl himself into a small ball.&nbsp; Crane chuckled, and reached down, taking the guard's keyring and his taser.&nbsp; Walking from his cell, he moved slowly toward the Joker's cell, his eyes searching the man's own.<br><br>He knew the Joker couldn't be trusted, but Crane was desperate to get his hands on the fear toxin again.&nbsp; Without it, he was powerless, just plain old Jonathon Crane.&nbsp; He wasn't the all powerful, all-feared Scarecrow, and he desperately desired that power.&nbsp; Fumbling with the keys, he finally found the right one to unlock the Joker's cell.&nbsp; Turning the key, the lock unlatched, and the door slid open.
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				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>25-08-2009, 19:20:11</strong>
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				Most guards would be bored leaning against a wall and listening to the chatter of the inmates without actually doing something. Alex was not. He was a different breed of human it seemed so to speak and he liked being around those who were considered insane. Perhaps because their souls cried out to him.<br><br>Alex did nothing when Crane started to scream and yell, apparently convulsing in his cell and simply looked on with an amused sort of interest. When one of the guards came to see what was wrong and unlocked the cell, Alex smirked for that was unwise of him. The dogs would get out.<br><br>Indeed, he wasn't surprised when Crane managed to take out the guard by using something and walked out of his cell. Alex still said and did nothing but let his eyes flicker over Crane and watched as Crane made his way over to the Joker's cell. That was when he casually meandered over and leaned up against a wall outside of that particular one.<br><br>A smirk played along the corners of his mouth but still he said nothing. Alex was an odd one. Even though Crane had unlocked the Joker's cell and was out and about, Alex still did nothing.
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				Post by: <strong>SuperHans</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 12:45:14</strong>
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				York looked up in panic, the solitude of his office having been broken by the noise downstairs. Not only that, he'd had a feeling. <em>Something was going wrong.</em> The thought coursed through him and gave him a chilled fright. <br><br>He rose to the door and peeked out, not seeing anything in the corridor before him. The management hadn't given his office a lock. He wasn't allowed a gun in case a patient overpowered him during therapy and took it. His workspace was annoyingly deprived of sharp or damaging objects. He turned to his bookshelf and got himself an extra-thick copy of Jung; he'd never used such violence in his life, but he realised something terrible was going to happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kirei</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 17:51:07</strong>
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				Rosa watched Harley as she bounced around and finally spilled the water on scarface. "Okay now, that's it!" She said as she stood up. "You need to go back to your rooms. Everyo... Aah!" Her words were cut short as she gasped and yelled in surprise.<br><br>Something had grabbed her leg, she noticed the quickly growing wine a bit too late "What is this?" She asked in amazement, holding her panic back. She gazed at Ivy, she was the onlyone to make something like this happen. "Ivy! Make it stop right now!" She demanded. "If you keep this going I'll make sure you'll be spending your days like Jo..." Her words were cut again as some of the wines gagged her mouth, wrapping around her head. "Mmmngh" Was the only thing she could say.<br><br><em>'what on earth is happening?'</em> She thought to herself. There was no sense to all of this, how had they gotten something like this into the asylum. More wines grabbed her legs and arms, holding her in place. She struggled until realizing it was of no use. She gazed at Ivy with her eyes filled with questions, wanting to ask what was she trying to do. There was no way the asylum was going to fall, there were way too many guards. Or that was what she thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Myrleena</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 23:46:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Harley Quinn<br><br>I giggle, my eyes going wide as the plants crack Scarface, not really expecting such.&nbsp; I'd been told what was coming, but...ooh!&nbsp; I grin as the roots grab us, and wink at Red, glancing at the woman...Rosa?&nbsp; She might be fun later, but first, for the important things!&nbsp; I giggled, telling Red. "Well, it's certainly entertaining in my view!&nbsp; But I certainly never expected either of us to put down roots here!"<br><br>I glance around, wriggling a little in the grasp of her roots.&nbsp; What to do, what to do?&nbsp; Did we announce the problems here, or did we try to keep it quiet?&nbsp; I hummed and bounced in place, then ask Red. "So...what now?&nbsp; You think we should try to lure people in, so that we have more toys and hostages to play with?&nbsp; Or should we get out of here before Batman and his two pets show up?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 16:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She grinned as she saw the doctor being wrapped in our plants.&nbsp; "I think we should stay here Harley.&nbsp; Everything we need is here in the Asylum.&nbsp; And yes, I'm sure we can lure others in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 18:54:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Joker retreated to the back of his own cell as Johnathan did. It was rather exciting to know he would be getting out again. The commotion in the rec room now had the attention of most of the guards and left the two men with a rather easy escape. He licked his lips as he watched Scarecrow smash the vial into the man's face. Normally he didn't need assistance in escaping from this place, but he knew with the two women in charge at the moment he wouldn't be getting out of this cell on his own.<br><br>The pale faced man smirked when he saw Crane come up to his cell and unlock it. He cracked his knuckles and debated if he should reward the man and keep his end of the bargain. The man's inital thoughts were <em>Not a chance in hell</em>, but even he knew better than to cross someone too many times. The first dose of toxin he'd been hit with on the Bridge near the harbor hadn't affected him too much, but he wasn't sure if the other male had upped the power of his toxin since then. Then again, Joker couldn't think of a thing he was scared of. Even Batman didn't <em>scare</em> him. Beating the piss outta him on an almost daily basis wasn't really something that caused him much fear.<br><br>Joker decided not to grab the man's neck and snap it at that moment, <strong>"Why thank you, Straw Hat,"</strong> he said in a mocking tone. He chuckled for a moment before slipping by the man and taking off down the hallway and past Alex. The intention was to get as far away from the rec room as possible. He had no doubt that Big Red would have him bound and gagged with vines in a cold room somewhere if she found him near by. He wouldn't put it past the girls to trap and kill all men in the building. <br><br>While he didn't say it, he was heading towards where they kept all their confiscated things. Joker wanted his suit back. The fact that Scarecrow's toxin was there didn't matter to him. There were about two floors of guards for them to get through to get to the storage room. Remembering this, he ran back to Alex, <strong>"Boo!"</strong> he cackled before yanking the man's belt off and grabbing the night stick and running off with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Ex] Arkham Asylum: A perverted house on a perverted Earth </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saku</strong> on <strong>29-08-2009, 21:31:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed as though all the inmates were ignoring him or they just didn't seem to see him. Not to mention the fact that those who weren't inmates acted in the same way which was strange but then Alex had always been rather strange. Perhaps they were avoiding him because they didn't really know how to talk to him. Whatever, it wasn't as though Alex wanted to connect with them on a level, in fact he was quite bored and wished that he could find something that interested him.<br><br>Scared him. Attracted him. Pained him. Gave him <em>some</em> sort of emotion. Instead he was left with...nothing. It was downright annoying. He watched idly as the Joker took off down the hallway to run past Alex seemingly not seeing him, oh what a surprise there. Alex knew where everything was in the asylum, if one of the inmates just asked him for help he would probably aid them not because he wanted to create mischief but because he was bored.<br><br>He knew where the Joker's suit was, he knew where the Scarecrow's toxin was. He knew pretty much anything anyone wanted to know but of course no one ever asked him. He was too weird, strange and blended into the shadows quite perfectly. No one ever saw him or if they did they never took notice of him and that led to a lonely existence, not that he ever felt that way... Alex turned his head when the Joker ran back towards him, finally having seen him and shouted 'boo' at him.<br><br>Alex tilted his head to the side. "You need something?" He asked and as the Joker yanked his belt off and the night stick flew into the air, Alex grabbed it mid-air right before the Joker could grasp it. But instead of using it on the Joker, Alex simply smirked and handed it over to the other male. "If you wanted it you just had to ask. Looks like you're going somewhere in particular. Need anything?" He asked waiting to hear if the Joker would take him up on his offer.
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