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tntandgasoline) wrote2009-05-03 02:38 am
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[RL - A Visit at Lisa's Place]
The Joker had his way with things. It was never hard to do something for him; if he wanted something, he got it. It's just how things were. They'd always been like that.
And right now, he wanted to do two things: intimidate Jackson and check up on that darling Lisa, who just so happened to live in a Miami. How he got there was nobody's business; all that mattered was that it was nightfall, and he was standing in front of the door of (hopefully) Lisa's house, a bottle of decent wine (it's so hard to find a good wine when you're a wanted man) in one hand.
He smirked, smoothed back his hair, leaned against the door way and knocked, three times, against the door. Hello, anybody home?
And right now, he wanted to do two things: intimidate Jackson and check up on that darling Lisa, who just so happened to live in a Miami. How he got there was nobody's business; all that mattered was that it was nightfall, and he was standing in front of the door of (hopefully) Lisa's house, a bottle of decent wine (it's so hard to find a good wine when you're a wanted man) in one hand.
He smirked, smoothed back his hair, leaned against the door way and knocked, three times, against the door. Hello, anybody home?
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"Who is it?" She called, one hand hesitating on the lock, the other on the door handle. If it was Jackson, he would be able to find a way in anyway. If it were the police, it would be better to open the door flat out. So, with one quick determined breath, she flipped the lock and pulled the door open. But, who she saw standing before he was far from anything she'd expected. All the face paint, scars and greasy hair of the Joker were plain as day before her, and suddenly it became very clear to her that he was not just a movie in the slightest. In fact, her eyes widened slightly in the realization as it set in that she, perhaps, should have exercised a little more discretion in the way she had addressed him.
"...What are you doing here?" Well, clearly she didn't feel the need to correct that now. "You're. Why are you in Miami? I thought- Gotham-" She didn't move from the doorway to invite him in.
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