[The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You
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				Title: <strong>[The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rainshadow</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 06:56:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">June 23, 2008</span></div><br>In the narrows stands Gotham's dark pride, an institute for the criminally insane where the vast majority of the inmates make Charles Manson seem like a regular guy.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">2:30 a.m.</span></div><br>A self-proclaimed life of the party is one of the inmates. He's known by many names. The Clown Prince of Crime. The Harlequin of Hate. The Ace of Knaves. His real name is suspected, but no one knows the truth. He himself admits his mind is such a jumble it is hard to discern fact from fiction...<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Joke's On You</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>19-03-2008, 22:01:48</strong>
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				The Joker hummed a merry tune as he gathered toghether the supplies he needed for his escape.&nbsp; Sure, he could just brew a neurotoxin in the toilet and poison the guards, but that had been done SO many times before.&nbsp; This time, he wanted something special, unique.&nbsp; He grabbed the head of the plunger in the bathroom and tore off the rubber end, leaving himself with a nicely phallic little stick.&nbsp; He then gathered his collection of straigthjackets, and draped them over his back, forming a cloak of sorts.&nbsp; <br><br><br>The Joker grinned psychotically as he left the restroom, heading for the barred gate leading to the prison's cell block corridor.&nbsp; Now all he needed was an army of pidgeons and some way to control them...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rainshadow</strong> on <strong>22-03-2008, 18:26:45</strong>
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				Jeremiah Ransom pulled a set of keys from his belt and flipped through them as he muttered hateful curses to himself, vile oaths of certain death to the lieutenant for having volunteered him to make rounds through the high security wing. He wasn't even allowed a gun down here. It made no sense... these people, if you could call them people at all, were among the most dangerous men on the planet, even if they were behind six inches of bullet proof glass in a seemingly inescapeable cells.<br><br>On the other side of the iron door before him were vile fiends seemingly born from the bowels of Hell itself. They had Scarecrow, Bane, Calendar Man, Clayface... things beyond any man's worst nightmares. They had one whom he'd seen in person, when he'd first come to Gotham only a year ago. The Joker. It had been quite the experience... he felt lucky to have escaped with his life. Not many had been so lucky to survive the Laughing Gas massacre at Gotham's Security Bank.<br><br>Hell itself. He was walking into Hell itself.<br><br>He would have to tell the boss that he wouldn't pull these damn graveyard shifts anymore.<br><br>In the security wing he did as he was supposed to do, checking to see that every criminal was in his cell, that everything was as normal as it could possibly be if a place where normal did not exist.<br><br>It seemed no one in Hell slept during the graveyard shift. He felt those eyes upon him... all of them... every single one. It made his flesh crawl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 04:52:41</strong>
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				The Joker made his way to the edge of his cell, smiling his trademarked painted on smile.&nbsp; An hour before, he had received word that his cell security had been disabled, and was waiting for the perfect opportunity to show Gotham that he had escaped.&nbsp; The joker tapped on the door of his cell getting the attention of the security guard.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mr. Warden Man, my psychological specialist has advised me that over the course of my life, I have come to associate humour with violence.&nbsp; Therefore, by learning to laugh without hurting someone, I can facilitate my rehabilitation.&nbsp; I would like you to help me by listening to a joke."<br><br>The Joker did not even wait for a response, and instead launched straight into the joke.&nbsp; "Knock.&nbsp; Knock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rainshadow</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 06:22:32</strong>
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				Jeremiah froze in midstep. That voice... so...<br><br>He turned to see the Joker's hideous grin. Those beady eyes were upon him. Burning into him. He felt sweat beading up on his face. He wasn't cut out for this shit.<br><br><em>Oh shit,</em> he thought, and then wet his lips.<br><br>He should be fine. Six inches of bulletproof glass and a door with iron bars welded so close together a man couldn't get his hand out past the wrist.<br><br><em>You sir, are fuckin' nuts.</em><br><br><em>And I'm fucking nuts for stopping.</em><br><br>He wet his lips, and then answered.<br><br>"Who... who's there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>23-03-2008, 07:16:25</strong>
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				With his left hand, the Joker grabbed the door to his cell, and with his right, he pulled out the broken plunger, thrusting the door open and shouting "Criminal Recidivism!" as he beat the man over the head with the stick, laughing as he drew blood from his head.&nbsp; The Joker's laughter echoed throughout the cell block, as the security cameras fixed on the area took in his violent actions. <br><br>In another part of the prison, a security guard started madly pushing the button to initiate emergency lockdown, but instead of closing down gates to the prison and starting the reassuring klaxons of a prison escape, the button caused the prison PA system to start playing a liveley circus march, announcing to the population of Arkham <tt class="bbc_tt"><strong> "Today is a special day, a day like your birthday!"</strong></tt>
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				Post by: <strong>rainshadow</strong> on <strong>26-03-2008, 23:23:18</strong>
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				The Calendar Man turned his gaze to the blazing klaxon and scrubbed away the old message on his white board with his sleeve. In its place, he wrote, "June 23, 2008. Joker on parade."<br><br>He arched a brow.<br><br>"One hundred seventy-four days into the calendar year, but this year was a Leap Year, no? Well, that makes it 175 days into the calendar year, doesn't it?" Calendar Man slipped his gaze briefly out into the hall, listening to the tune over the PA. "Oh yes, but it is a special day. It's the birthday of the SAT's, didn't you know? Eighty-two years young. Fellow convict Klaus Fuchs, the Convicted Manhattan Project spy, was released from prison after only nine years back in 1959. Lucky bastard."<br><br>Calendar Man grunted, and then grinned mischievously. "Even better!&nbsp; Air India flight 182 blows up off the coast of Ireland in 1985, killing all 329 people aboard. Terrorists to blame!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>27-03-2008, 05:19:42</strong>
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				The Joker threw the unconcious body of the prison guard across the hall as he began walking down the corridor with a regal step, laughing all the way.&nbsp; He made his way up the stairs to the roof acess of Arkham Asylum, the spotlights of the Asylum playing crazily about the roof as he began to step across, encountering a line of frightened doctors sent to cover the roof after the security system failed.&nbsp; <br><br>The Joker laughed his horrible laugh as he pulled an odd cylindrical object out of his straight jacket cloak and threw it towards the doctors, dashing towards the edge of the roof holding a broom in one hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>27-03-2008, 06:42:38</strong>
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				In a small cell, deep within the prison, a masked face looks up. He is bound with his hands to each side, so that he can't get decent leverage to break free. A complex system of tubes pump a dark liquid directly into three tubes hardwired into his cranium. The mask stretches, as if the man wearing it smiled.<br><br><em>Ah, Joker. this has your fingerprint all over it.</em> He flexes slightly, gaining a small bit of freedom for his left wrist. <em>Time to accelerate my plan. Let's hope that what I have left is enough.</em><br><br>Carefully, he twists, and the tubes jump to life. For these tubes contain the drug Venom, a highly addictive performance enhancer. So addictive that the man using it now cannot live without it. He's been carefully rationing his dosage until now, hoarding a little bit here, a drop there. But little things add up. Because, as impressive as his physical abilities are, Bane is just as impressive mentally.<br><br>As the Venom hits Bane's system, he jerks back his head and howls. His already pumped physique swells as he strains against the restraints. The metal strains to resist, before tearing like wet tissue paper.<br><br>Bane is free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>rainshadow</strong> on <strong>27-03-2008, 22:19:56</strong>
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				The white coats scattered in all directions. They knew it was pointless to stand in the way of this particular crazed lunatic. And once the gas was released, there was no leaving either way.<br><br>The Joker was going to get away.<br><br>And somewhere deep in the prison, another trouble was brewing, and trouble was an understatement. An alarm directly tied to one in particular cut through the circus march. One doctor in particular caught sight of the monitor.<br><br>Bane.<br><br>Was this a collaboration?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 08:49:41</strong>
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				The Joker made his way to the edge of the roof and climbed to the top of one of the gothic crenelations on the roof, standing facing the fleeing doctors, who appeared to have falied to notice he simply threw an empty cardboard tube at them. &nbsp;"Who do you psychos think I am?" &nbsp; Joker held his broom aloft, catching himself in a spotlight.<br><br>"I may be a crazy murdering psychopath, but I would never hurt doctors.&nbsp; Just remember that the next time you get called in to testify as an expert witness on my behalf."&nbsp; The joker began cackling uncontrollably as he hurled the broom like a javelin at one of the spotlights on the roof, hitting it firmly in the side and causing it to illuminate the small circus tent that had been erected the day before just off the edge of Asylum property.&nbsp; <br><br>The Joker's makeshift cloak ruffled in the breeze as he coyly waved to the doctors, then stepped off the ledge, sending himself tumbling eight stories down towards the hard concrete of the Asylum grounds.
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				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 10:35:38</strong>
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				After taking a moment to refill his supply of Venom, Bane makes his way... directly to the control center of the complex. He may not be as flashy as the Joker, but he knows an opportunity when he sees one. With the majority of Arkham focused on the Joker outside, a quick surgical strike at the nerve center of the complex will leave them crippled enough for him to make his escape... barely.<br><br>However, 'barely' is a little bit too close for comfort for Bane.<br><br>When he reaches the nerve center, he pauses, glaring at the one doctor that seems to have noticed him. He cracks his knuckles.<br><br>"I'm not a cruel man, unless it suits my needs. And I can tell that you are a smart man. Stay out of my way, and I won't have to be cruel to you."
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedSoul</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 22:27:15</strong>
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				Just aways from Arkham, on a small deserted path that was once a back road into prison, stood a lone car. The soft, rumbling of the engine was the only thing that broke the deafening silence of the still air about them. Puffs of smoke coming up from the classic silver tailpipe, like whisp's from a lit cigar. It was a new 'present' for the boss. The work on the class Cadillac had taken nearly all the time of his absence to complete. The fresh looking midnight purple, glinting in the moonlight, was barely a week old and the hum of the engine could put a baby to sleep. <br><br>Of course, it wasn't really the mechanics that were time consuming, but the mechanisms that needed to be applied. The old car was nothing more than a rat bag after the last skirmish and the task of moving all the bosses gadgets and gizmo's over was hard labor. Even for one such as herself. With a sigh, she flicked open a small cigarette case and pulled out a smoke. Since when had she taken up smoking? It could have been any number of things that led to it. Of course, she could have carried the habit for years... not like anyone would have noticed.<br><br>Or cared. <br><br><em>Tick, Tick, Tick </em><br><br>No, still working. What could be keeping him? The lighter flicked. <br><br>Once.<br><br>Twice.<br><br>Finally, the flame grew and the smoke in her mouth was lit. The girl behind the flame looked nothing like the woman she had left behind. The blond hair was tucked away, tightly hidden beneath the jesters contraption she wore there. Her face was painted up in the usual way, white base, black eyes, red lips.<br><br>Only the best for her 'Mistah J'<br><br>But it was a shaky hand that pulled that cigarette from the slender, lips. She was a rather attractive girl, or would be were anyone to pay attention to her. She had the perfect pout, the perfect curve, everything about her was feminine. Was woman.<br><br>Yet her mind was something like a child. Ivy has once mentioned something about it, and the thought brought on a faint laugh. Old times. It was hard to think she could have ever been happy without Mistah J, and yet...<br><br>But she dismissed her betraying thoughts and looked out the window, with the dark eyes of a criminal waiting for the end of days. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>28-03-2008, 23:12:51</strong>
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				The Joker sailed through the air, spreading out his makeshift cloak in an oddly familiar way, screaming and giggling "I'M THE GODDAM JOKER!!!"&nbsp; For all to hear.&nbsp; As the moon emerged from behind a cloud, the joker broke his fall on the circus tent, sending the hive of pidgeons that had nested there flying for their lives... directly into the path of the J man's first search parties.<br><br>The Joker tore the straight jackets from his back, and along with it his shirt, exposing his pasty white skin to the glare of the spotlight.&nbsp; "Did you ever run from an angel in the pale moonlight?"&nbsp; He cajoled to no one in particular, his presence somehow impelling the hundreds of urban birds to fly in the opposite direction he was going as fast as possible.<br><br>They were the smart ones, but then again, the Joker had always appreciated a bit of idiot comedy.
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				Post by: <strong>TaintedSoul</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 19:20:16</strong>
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				))&lt;ooc: Was going to wait for GM, but will post&gt;((<br><br>Lifting her eyes, she turned and looked towards the building in the distance, there seemed to be some commotion going on. "Oh! That must be Mistah J! I knew he wouldn't let me down." She practically oozed with pride, as she ended the thought with a girlish giggle. <br><br>Rolling down the window of the car, she took one last puff before flicking the cigarette out into the woods. Nothing happened, for a moment, then a second later the small hand tossed something else out the window. A small, self-lit lighter. In an instant, the forest floor behind her went up in a blaze. "That should provide a little distraction." She giggled out, as she started the vehicle and headed towards the rendez-vous point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lanzlo</strong> on <strong>01-04-2008, 20:27:50</strong>
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				By this time, Bane has set upon opening up the other cells. It was a tactic that has worked well for him before, and he sees no reason to not use it now. After all, The Joker had started this commotion, he was just taking advantage of the situation.<br><br>A brief moment later, the front door of Arkham bursts outward as a massive figure throws a desk through it. Bane walks out and takes a look around... while carrying an old, and obviously well-loved, stuffed bear.<br><br>"Come on, Osito," he says. "Time to recover from being imprisoned."<br><br>With that, he follows the road down, and into Gotham proper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [The Curse of Gotham] Arkham Asylum - Joke's On You</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Great Triangle</strong> on <strong>02-04-2008, 04:51:49</strong>
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				The Joker smiled as a column of smoke rose up nearby, and dashed into the forest, heading directly for the flames, far closer than any sane pursuer could possibly follow him.<br><br>He made his way through the forest rather quickly, no force natural or artificial seeming to be bold enough to impede his progress, and was soon skipping and capering paralell to the expanding flames, the yellows and reds of their intense burning reflecting off of his pale back and face, making him look like nothing less than the herald of hell, bringing with him the fires of eternal judgement.<br><br>The madman began to sing, his abrasive voice croaking out a song about the burning of Troy, and the many bats who died as the casements burned, repeating over and over a chorus about how the burning bats stood at the walls long after the true defenders of the city had deserted it.
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