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Post by Alexis Foster on Oct 7, 2013 12:28:22 GMT
Alexis tread determined through the urban jungle called Gotham City. It was 11pm and she was certainly not afraid. Armed with pepper spray and a lot of slapdash combat experience, she was ready to tackle her newest mission. Clad in a tight-fit and short vermillion red dress, fishnet stockings and classy, timeless stilettos, she thought herself that she was a good mix of hooker and femme fatale. The hair was loose and wavy and the make-up was sassy, this was the perfect outfit for first meetings.
Where was she going? To meet the crime lords over all crime lords. The Clown Prince of Crime himself. The Joker. She had infiltrated one of the gangs who quote-unquote belonged to the Joker and now she was going to be introduced to him for the first time. She had prepared an undercover identity and a back story.
Step by step she hiked the urban landscape with clicks of heels. She had been given a time and a place and nothing, not even rapists and would-be murderers, was going to interfere with that meeting. And after some walking and a nod to the "doorman gangster" she entered the hideout of the clown prince.
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Post by The Joker on Oct 7, 2013 15:53:57 GMT
Johnny sighed as he stood before the door, looking around with attentive eyes. It wasn't a nice time to be out and about. Not with all the things that roamed around at this time. He had heard more than enough stories about the creeps that came out at night. Like Zsasz for example, or Killer Croc, or the Mad Hatter, or that other cannibal guy..hell, there was even freaky mutant Banes running around, causing havoc and harm all over town. No, to be the “doorman” at Joker's hideout sucked, that much Johnny knew. It sucked a LOT!
Though, to be fair, he had to look more or less neutral, thus he wasn't wearing that make-up the others were, looking like clowns with that itchy stuff all over their faces. No thank you, he'd rather be stuck out here without it. It was also a relatively safe job to have, since most intruders who were an actual thread came in by other means, or quickly knocked the guard at the door out, it was usually those who took the smallest beating or got hurt the least.
That was when he noticed her arriving, a lady, walking steely and with determination towards him. Seemed she had some business here, that or she was a very aggressive prostitute. No copper would be that stupid after all, no she had to had some business in there, or out here with him, wait, she wasn't an ex-was she? no..no she couldn't be. Johnny had never dated one of those white chicks, fucking advertisements, white chicks didn't dig dark meat at all... He then simply nodded to her as he noticed the make-up and allowed her to pass. Inside, she was guided to a large room, at the end of which a throne like chair on top of a mountain of doll heads stood, sat the Joker with a wide grin on his face, two Hyenas laying on either side of the mountain. “Oh, and who do we have here?” Joker asked curiously as he looked her over.
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