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Some of the things the Joker could do really amazed him - not that he was a vain guy. (He was, but that's irrelevant right now.) Finding world-hops when you're on the Most Wanted list should never be as easy as it was for him, but then again, there were all sorts of folks on the community.

It was interesting how, by taking off his makeup and putting on his Saints cap, he could pretty much walk anywhere. People just didn't look too closely. He'd contemplated going in as a patient but he had this sinking sensation that his current playmate was a little too tidily tucked away for just any crazy person to spot her, so instead he took special measures with a blunt object to the back of an orderly's head as they got out of their car. The uniform was baggy enough that he could hide all sorts of things in it, which he did. The checklist at the sign-in counter was especially helpful, too. So many violent characteristics! Everyone was so angry, here. That was good.

With a little luck and a lot of properly timed whispers to easily-riled inmates, there was enough chaos going on that he could slip around with barely a word of caution from any of the other employees. Now, to find his little dumpling. Unconsciously, he started humming in his usual lilting sort of accent, looking down the long corridors with irritation. "...I started a joke, which started the whole world crying..." Where, oh where, had his little dog gone?


((OOC: THIS IS FOR YOU WHEN YOU'RE READY~~. Let me know if I should change anything/update anything/IDK what.))

<3!

Date: 2010-02-19 10:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
When she wasn't being questioned or taken to "therapy" (both of which had started happening a lot less ever since she had taken the Joker's advice and shown her pictures to the doctors and orderlies), Samara often sat on her bed, staring off into space. Sometimes she got up and watched the clock hands go round and round. Sometimes she stood on the bed. Most of the time, though, she didn't do much.

When she heard the Joker coming, she didn't get up, but she turned her head toward the door.

And she waited.

... so creepy

Date: 2010-02-19 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She tilted her head up further, peering at him through the little window built into the door-- the one that the doctors now used to look at her when they thought she wasn't paying attention.

Date: 2010-02-20 01:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
Samara stood, her expression not changing. "Are we going?"

Date: 2010-02-20 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
Her frown lines deepened a little as she thought. "... No." She'd been taken to various places around the building for various reasons-- shock therapy, talk therapy, showers and baths, and so on-- but she'd never been given the grand tour.

Standing back, she watched him set up the dynamite. She knew what it was, but she didn't appear nervous at all.

Date: 2010-02-20 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She tilted her head a little.

"... I want to see."

If there was one thing she liked, it was seeing things.

Date: 2010-02-20 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She looked at his hand blankly, then walked up to stand beside him. "Where?"

Date: 2010-02-20 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
Half of what he said went completely over her head (mostly because she had no idea what a "paranoid schizophrenic" was), but she got the general gist when she heard the commotion going on down the hall. Samara trotted a little to keep up-- while he may not have been hurrying, his legs were much longer than hers.

She'd never been taken to the rec room, so she didn't know where they were going-- she followed the Joker dutifully, always keeping up.

Date: 2010-02-20 04:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
Samara considered. None of them had really given her trouble. They'd been nice enough until she'd shown them her pictures, and then they'd just been scared.

She pointed at random. She wanted to see what he would do.

Date: 2010-02-21 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
Samara stood, still completely blank. A drop of blood hit her finger; she held it up curiously and looked at it.

"Are we going?"

Date: 2010-02-21 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She followed, glancing back at the other doctors. They seemed even more afraid of the Joker than they were of her, which meant that they were fairly reluctant to do much to stop him.

Date: 2010-02-21 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She didn't even start at the sound of the blast. "Where's that?"

awesome 8]

Date: 2010-02-22 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
She gave the tiniest frown. "What about Daddy?" If he had put her in the hospital once, he might try to do it again.

Date: 2010-02-22 05:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
"No." There was a hint of disdain in her voice. "He wanted to leave me there. He'll want to put me back."

Date: 2010-02-24 12:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weliveandwecry.livejournal.com
That sounded lie a good enough plan to her-- but she didn't smile. She never smiled, really.

"And when Mommy gets better?"

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