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Post by Joker on Oct 30, 2009 22:37:29 GMT -5
I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] One month -- that's how long he'd been seeing the good doctor. Four times a week, with the weekends off. However he wished it were more, for multiple reasons: extra time to screw with her brain, as well as entertain himself, and not need to socialize with the crazy but simply-minded inmates at Arkham. Naturally anyone he might want to be with, Crane for example, were kept far away from him, in case they might plot together. Which was true for the most part, but still incredibly annoying. So now here he was, awaiting the arrival of those trustworthy guards to wrap him in those sheaths and buckles once more. What a drag! " C'mon now, I don't uh, have all day." His voice a sheer mockery to the dirty work they handled, earning a few extra hard strappings and such; but it only made the Joker giggle. They tugged, shoved, and kicked him down the winding hallways, toward a room he had come to know well -- occupying it the blonde bombshell of his most warped dreams. After all, this wasn't a romance...it was more of a takeover. Him conquering her mind, to bend the woman to his every whim and will. Thus the Joker wore a dazzling smile, free of makeup, just for her. Even his hair was cleaner then normal, mostly because it was free of the green hair-dye, and not so wind-blown. While some of the more loose minds enjoyed his clown-face, even at least a fraction of 'normal' people could pass him off as attractive. The most good-looking guy ever? No, certainly not. But then again, it was all about perspective; that dangerous, bad-boy thing usually did rake in a few extra points. One of the men twisted the doorknob, causing the familiar subtle creak of the hinges. The lighting inside was pretty casual, considering it wasn't as blinding as the rest of the lights in the building. Even while wrapped up tighter then Fort Knox he strode with swagger through the door, utterly glowing with masculine confidence into the room, and smoothly took his seat -- not breaking an inch on his fresh smile. " Well, hello there again, beautiful-ah." It was so natural to purr his usual, but exclusive, greeting toward the female psychiatrist; personal psychiatrist, which had somehow convinced the Joker's mind that she must simply be his, in any way he wanted. Thus the slow seduction and enchantment of Harleen Quinzel began.....who was he to simply drop a project? Especially after all of the progress, why, he would be mad then! [/size][/font] |
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 30, 2009 23:10:11 GMT -5
Love rhymes with pity
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Harleen Quinzel was once again the subject of rumors; it was a constant in her life, like the sun in the sky and the spinning motion in which the world moved. Whether the rumors revolved around her work life or her personal life, who she was having sex with and the magic she had worked was purely a means of chance. But this time was different. The topic of the rumor differed depending on who it was told by, who heard it and when it was told, but the fact remained true. Something had changed about her, and something was different about the Joker. The cruel, stiff mannerisms in which she had previously maintained when interacting with coworkers had dissolved. She had a certain bounce in her step, a smile on her lips and a laugh that seemed to echo down the hallways. But no one in Arkham noticed the devious glint that had found it's way into her eyes.
At precisely four o clock, just as she had on every Monday for the past thirty days she sat in the cold, hard, metal chair across the table from the chair's empty twin. Her red-polished fingernails tapped on the tabletop as she watched the seconds pass, waiting for him to arrive.
She had become quite accustomed the feeling of moths seizuring in her stomach at the thought of their meetings. Over each and every session Harley had become more and more attached to her patient, often thinking about him through long days and even longer nights. In fact, she had thought about him nearly constantly since she had first seen his smiling, laughing face. There was just something about him that made her smile.
And so, when the door creaked open and she saw him, bound and strapped, her knees locked and she couldn't help but smile. She thought he was beautiful, even when he was ragged and torn, with sweat running through his makeup, but this was something new.
"Well, hello there again, beautiful-ah." She heard him say, and her smile widened.
"Hello, dear." She replied, her voice quieter than usual as she took in the sight of him as the guards once again left the room (She had thrown the biggest fit at their appearance at the second session, and were thus asked to remain outside the door).
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Post by Joker on Oct 30, 2009 23:40:33 GMT -5
THEY DON'T LOVE YOU
Joker was definitely proud of his accomplishments with the young woman -- it had been tricky to keep the advances away from prying eyes and experienced minds. But she was new, at least to his form of 'mind-control' and did not pick up on the danger. Now, perhaps it would have been far too late anyway. If the fact that she seemed genuinely interested was any indication, her sweet greeting was proof enough. All of her combined smiles were infectious, and only aided him with the quest. In a strange way, there was some microscopic 'affection'; but being more then an ordinary person, his ways of showing it were far more questionable. The way the clown saw it was, since she was willing, he would do whatever he wished -- if he so wanted to end her life, well then he could. But no one else could do so. He'd be sure to make their deaths far more painful for touching things that were his, and his alone. To him, she was like a shiny new pet just waiting to be taken home; and he was making all the preparations for just that.
"Aw, now saying things like that are gonna make me blush, Harley-girl." He was far from turning red like some stupid school boy, but figured it was worth toning down his dominant side a bit; just long enough, anyway. Gaze flickered to the door, and once he was sure no one was gonna peek in, expertly wiggled and twisted his way out of the damnable straight jacket. After having it on so many times, it was rather futile for them to make him keep it on all the time -- but to avoid unnecessary dealings, the Joker made sure it was present out in public. But, here he placed some kind of twisted trust in Harley, to not turn him over; and he was fairly certain she would never do such a stupid thing to him.
....And well, if she did, he'd just have to show her was really the boss.
Head craned to the side, tongue swabbing over his mouth and the beginnings of his scars slightly; a little lean taken over to place himself closer to her, while not getting too close, careful to avoid stirring alarm within that pretty, naive little head of hers. "So dollface, what do you wanna do today?" Curious inquiry caused a little widening of his smile, just barely raising up on his toes; as if the man wasn't tall enough! "Or, uh, do you wanna just make it up as we go?" Lazy, elongated croon coupled with a suggestive brow-raise hopefully putting enough heat into their growing friendly behavior; it couldn't be too buddy-buddy, after all he was simply a man....and not exactly used to long-term friends, either. People just never seemed to stay alive long enough around him -- cause let's face it, he is rather social.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 31, 2009 0:14:27 GMT -5
i wanna be loved by you
This is crazy.
The voice in Harley's mind argued with her nearly constantly on the subject of the Joker, but Harley couldn't be bothered, not even with her own advice. Harley watched him wriggle his way out of his straight jacket and propped herself up on the table, leaning back with her weight supported on her left arm. The energy in the room when she was alone with him surpassed the importance of her own conscience. She had never felt anything so right.
There had been more than one occasion when the voice had told her to quit her job, to leave the city before this escalated any further and sometimes over the long weekends away from him she almost listened; almost. She would pack her things, call her landlord, kiss her babies goodbye(she still called them her babies, although the great danes were nearly taller than she) and even write out a two week's notice. She would walk into Arkham, and passed the room where he waited for her and the resolve inside her crumbled. Her firm decision faded away and she once again found herself sitting across from him, wanting nothing more than to allow her hands to touch his skin.
Harley, this is a madman. He doesn't have feelings for you. He is usi-
No.
No, she wouldn't even think it.
It was impossible.
"So dollface, what do you wanna do today?"
Even standing flat-footed, he towered over her, his shoulders meeting the northernmost point of her forehead. She leaned further back on the table, looking up into his eyes, her icy blue meeting his dark brown, and gave him a pensive look.
"Or, uh, do you wanna just make it up as we go?"
Her spine tingled at the indication of the phrase. In a split second, the ideas she had spent the past few hours daydreaming ran through her head. She felt the reddening of her cheeks and she smiled once again.
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Post by Joker on Oct 31, 2009 0:44:56 GMT -5
LET'S LEAN IN,
FOR A RAZORBLADE KISS
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He knew that the woman was slowly, but surely becoming more and more wrapped around his figure as the days went by -- even when they weren't in one of their little 'sessions', he could almost assume. She managed to annoy his mind with the silly little paradox she was, just waiting to be cracked; it simply had to be a mutual thing. As their gaze clashed, Joker was sure to hold steadfast, not breaking away for even a second as she spoke. If anything the intensity increased, focus unparalleled, eyes boring into hers like he was trying to fish out her very soul. At first he didn't notice the twinge of cherry on her flesh, far too caught up in the stare, but when he did, it only served to fuel his already large ego.
"Oh, sweet little Harley..." His voice lulled in its natural husky manner; facade smoothed out his large grin, though it wasn't out of anger or lack of happiness -- it would simply just work better to his advantage, in the long run. Without so much as a warning, Joker using the lack of too much distance and long-enough limbs to gently snatch the doctor from her seating; fingers intent on curling around her waist, and the gentle swell of hips, effectively positioned to pull the woman to him with conveyed (though not necessarily needed) urgency. Careful to keep things close, without giving full satisfaction of key during this stage of his beloved mind game. He was now well-aware that she desired him, if only a little; and he man would be hard-pressed to say the feeling was likewise. "Are you really?"
Having such willful and vague dealings with a man of his 'stature' was rare, and dangerous; though not unheard of. Simply put, things were never full certain with the criminally insane, putting everyone around them at risk. But he figured that since she had not witnessed first-hand his anger, or true insanity, it would be overlooked -- and he made a mental note, to show her, one day soon. Joker wasn't about to play with someone who couldn't take a beating, or two.
Strategically he made sure to keep his face low enough so he could smell the shampoo in her hair if he so wished; hovering over her own face, like a deadly taunt for the sweetest sin possible, with his hold possessive, and strong. Naturally if she protested greatly, the Joker would relinquish his hold, to steer from headaches in the near future. "What about, uh, what you want, hmm?" He teased subtly, the corners of his scarred mouth twitching in amusement.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 31, 2009 13:14:15 GMT -5
I cannot stand the way you tease, tainted love. --------------------------------------------
The desire she had previously felt had only been intensified, like flames doused in champagne, by the touch of his hands. She stood frozen, afraid to make her move, frightened that she would do something he didn't like. It was all new for her, this feeling. She had never really cared what men thought, she used them to get what she wanted and that was that. Most men were simply happy to have her because she possessed a beautiful face, men would give her anything she wanted, anything they could give her just to be this close to her. But this was different. The Joker could not be sold solely on looks. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to be, and that was one of the many reasons she was so desperate to please him. She wanted to be what he wanted her to be.
"Well ya see Mistah Jay..." She let the accent slip once again, caring only for the meeting of her eyes and his. Harley's heart was a hummingbird, wings pounding hard as it searched for an escape route from the cage that was her chest. She found herself standing on her tip toes, her face so close to his that she could feel his breath on her, so close that if she moved just a bit their lips would meet. "I don't think I can have what I want."
This is wrong, Harleen.
With that, Harley pulled herself backwards, just a bit, attempting to wriggle out of his grasp. Not that she wanted him to stop touching her; actually it was quite the opposite. She just wanted him to know that she could. After all, it wasn't fair that he got to do all the teasing, was it?
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Post by Joker on Oct 31, 2009 14:29:24 GMT -5
WHEN I SAID SWEET I MEANT DIRTY
The sudden change in the way she spoke was oddly alluring; as if suddenly a tad more childish, and less stoic then her business persona. It was something that struck a little endearing chord within the madman -- perhaps because it reminded him of some girl clowns from back in his childhood days. The shift of her height caught his attention immediately, practically able to taste any chap-stick she might have put on; or any tempting perfume lavished humbly upon her porcelain skin. "I don't think I can have what I want." Her words caused a throaty and low chuckle from his chest, enjoying the little cat and mouse game they seemed to be playing at the moment. Feeling her move back he allowed her to for a moment, before reeling her back in without much effort at all.
One arm released her, which meant that the other one held on even tighter; pulling the woman's softer curves to his own sharp masculine angles, leaving little room to protest. "Well now, little Harley...." His voice trailed into a deep coo, dark eyes looking through lazy eyes of genuine lust and intrigue; enjoying the feeling of being able to feel the body heat of another so close, and for once not trying to kill them -- though he wasn't fully sure of any long-term commitments, but something for short-term? Joker definitely was feeling just a little addicted, with the need to slate whatever he felt for the girl, and then decide her fate. "Whoever convinced you of that, is a horrible liar." He purred, turning and dipping his head to the side, allowing his words to caress the shell of her ear; breath fanning out slightly over any hairs that were loose.
Cheek ran along her own as he pulled away, allowing her the unique feeling of his poorly healed, trademark scars. Movements paused as his mouth pulled closer to her own, as if he was about to re-think the whole ordeal. Allowing a quick and small smile to curve over his lips, he then fully tilted his face downward, the free arm lifting to lightly curl his fingers underneath her chin, as if guiding her; lips pressing against hers without any awkwardness -- it wasn't exactly too gentle either, but not rough enough to startle the woman too much. However there was no doubt the stance he held on the act of intimacy: dominant. As long as she was willing to be with him, whatever that meant, he would coax her into submitting; this time, it was with lush, experienced movements from his mouth.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 31, 2009 15:36:38 GMT -5
I've been dying just to feel you by my side ----------------------------------------------
When he pulled her back, with a firm hand, it was at that moment Harley decided that she quite liked the manner in which he handled her. There were many men who would handle her with care, like a rare type of glass. They would touch her skin with gentle fingertips, something that irritated her to no extent. She had always felt that if you were going to touch someone, touch them. Those men were a dime a dozen. She even liked the idea of being his.
"Well now, little Harley...." His voice lulled her into comfort, drawing her in, leaving hardly any space between them to breathe. "Whoever convinced you of that, is a horrible liar."
Harley's heart flipped in her chest, as she watched his movements carefully, staying still and statuesque as his breath hit her cheek. Her skin developed goosebumps as her cheek and his met, a slight feeling of panic at the thought of him pulling away. But her panic soon disappeared with the feeling of his lips pressed against hers.
It had been years since Harley had kissed someone out of pure want. She kissed professors, soft and innocent feeling kisses while they were unbuttoning her blouse, in exchange for the grade she knew she deserved. She had kissed employers, pleading kisses to allow her to keep the job she wanted. She had kissed doctors, in her own dominating means, in order to persuade them to allow her to have the most interesting cases. She had even on occasion kissed a stranger, vodka-tasting, messy kisses to ward off loneliness. But when the Joker's lips met hers, she knew that what they had was unique, what ever it was. Harley knew she had found what she was looking for, and now that she had it, the voice in her head was silenced. Her toes curled in her shoes as she wrapped an arm around his neck, kissing harder. She grasped the shoulder of his inmate shirt, pulling him close as if she were trying to pull him into her, her kiss turning greedy rather quickly. |
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Post by Joker on Oct 31, 2009 22:23:52 GMT -5
SHE'LL NEVER COVER UP WHAT WE DID WITH A DRESS,
NO.
The Joker resisted the urge to chuckle at her needy antics, and allowed her the pleasure of being satisfied for the moment -- arm previously used to aid the woman's chin slipped down the small of her back, passing the other whose grip had tightened to clutch the doctor closer, and boldly rested along the slope of her lower backside. He all too happily molded into a fierce kisser, intent on practically devouring all the tiny slip of a female had to offer; oh, and she was offering it. There was little doubt within the clown's mind that there would be any real denial, at least in the sake of wanting it. With prowess gained from experience and natural talent, he worked her mouth with gluttony; allowing his tongue to barely flick over her lower lip during a brief away-moment, but deciding it was too tempting to pass up, would attempt to fully dominant her mouth in that fashion, eager to learn, explore, and taste. Joker could feel the temperature of his body, and the room, wave of much higher then usual; aiding into driving the taunt of lust in his veins.
However a few long, sinful moments of a rather excellent make-out he'd slowly retreat; just barely making noticeable movements back to his chair -- and would, for fun, tease her along, wondering if the woman would follow or not. Whether she did or not, once he felt the back of his calves hit the chair he'd slip into his seat, bearing a light grin. Not like the one he got after a good laugh or when tormenting people, but it was more relaxed; and evening somewhat cocky. "C'mere Harley-girl, Daddy's got a nice seat just for you." The Joker coaxed in a deep voice, a hand gently patting his lap, as she was small enough to actually fit into the kind of provocative position he wanted.
She was the kind of girl that was far too tempting to let slip through his clutches so soon, just before he even got a chance to fully play with her. Judging by the still-pulsing lust coursing through his heart, among other places, he sure was game. That steel grip upon his control was doing considerably well, but it was only a matter of time before he simply stopped caring, and decided to do what he wished.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 31, 2009 23:36:33 GMT -5
I only know that in the end you will see it's the opheliac in me...
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It was as if Harley's mind had emptied of anything besides this moment. She knew nothing of her past, for it all seemed dull and unimportant compared to this. She had been in love before, she had, but it was nothing like this. This seemed more real. More permanent, more final. But every time she'd been in love before was now erased from her memories, and this was all she had. She turned her attention to his scars, placing a line of kisses carefully on every inch of them. Harley stood on her tiptoes, inching along after him as he moved, drawing her mouth to his neck, her heart fluttering like the broken wings of a dragonfly. When her lips found his again, she made an involuntary noise of relief, as if she was afraid he would no longer accept her kisses when they returned to him.
And suddenly, he was sitting down in his chair, and had broken out of her embrace. Her eyes met his once more depicting her craving for the taste of his mouth. She placed a hand on her left hip, and her lips formed a dissatisfied pout. Certainly, he wasn't finished with her just yet.
"C'mere Harley-girl, Daddy's got a nice seat just for you."
Harley smirked, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck again. She enclosed his midsection between her legs, her skirt pulling it's self up as her legs spread. She pulled herself closer with a slight movement of her thighs, pulling him down by his collar to kiss her again.
"Mmm. You're a better kisser than I'd imagined." The sentence came out in a hushed little breath before she had time to think about it reddening either side of her nose. (OOC:XD eh. that sucked. Better next one, promise.) |
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Post by Joker on Nov 1, 2009 11:37:36 GMT -5
YOU ARE THE PERFECT DRUG
AND I WANT YOU
He remained fully relaxed as she fitted her form securely around his own, hands resting upon her hips; though there were slight wandering of his fingers along the tops of her thighs, keeping onto the hiked up material of the skirt. Joker gave a little approving growl deep in his throat with her bold behavior, but didn't resume dominating her mouth right away -- instead allowing her words to curve a smile upon his face, ungloved fingers slipping just off of where the hemline ended along her legs, running over bare skin. "Well my sweet, I'd hate to disappoint you. That's just not my style."
It had been far too long since he'd had the pleasure to enjoy some of the simple, natural desires in life; and thus he was willing to string her along this little sexual taunt escapade -- something he would explore in due time, but why not prolong the inevitable? With any luck, such an ordeal might help give that little extra push to her naive little mind, before she decides to drop the psychiatrist act.
Grinning just a little he molded his lips over hers, being far rougher then earlier; nibbling, nipping and making a little futile war. Lightly calloused hands moved over the rest of her exposed flesh, memorizing the feel and layout. "I think, someone is addicted." The Joker would taunt between heated kisses and rubs, keeping her practically glued to his body; anticipation humming the back of his brain, down to his toes.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 1, 2009 12:26:52 GMT -5
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His hands, his hands! Her legs tensed up almost the moment he touched them from the anxiety that came with the unpredictability of the Joker. Harley watched his hands move, hardly paying attention to his words, and she felt as if the entire world had slowed down and there was nothing that mattered more than the slow, mocking way his hands moved. She squirmed slightly, her breaths slowing down as her eyes lead up his arms, taking in every visible inch of him right up to the grin on his face. With the feeling of his lips returning to hers and his hands against her flesh Harley closed eyes with a small flitter of lashes. She fumbled with the buttons on the chest of his shirt, as if she were attempting to ask permission to remove the fabric from his frame. Her head throbbed with the shock of the moment, and the dizziness of getting what she wanted so quickly. With his teeth clenching down on her lower lip she expelled a muffled noise of amorosity and held him tighter with use of the muscles in her calves. Never before had a man bit her, and she realized what every one of her past kisses had been missing. "I think, someone is addicted." She heard him say, bringing a tiny little snicker up her throat. "It's a possibility." She mumbled back, breathing in and out slowly for a moment before she returned, smiling as she kissed, her hands brushing repeatedly across his ribcage.[/size] |
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Post by Joker on Nov 1, 2009 15:38:44 GMT -5
DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT
He did not protest to her eager hands, allowing his hold to curve and curl around her thighs and slide down to the backs of her knees; gently massaging the the calves to the South. The little noises she made only egged him on, signaling that he should repeat his actions on occasion. Tongue flicked over the previous abused lip, as if to soothe any minor (though clearly enjoyed) pain from it. The muscles along his abdomen twitched and seized with each feather-like brush of her fingers, something that was surprisingly enjoyed; like a subtle breeze, it brought a small sense of relaxation, and pleasure as well. Breathing was shallow, voice dropping an octave as everything seemed to revolve around their 'precious' moment together.
Deciding it was time to test the limits of his little doctor, Joker willed one of his hands to dance across the exposed flesh of her leg one again, this time going up; and just barely sneaking underneath the tight material of her damnable skirt. Large palm moved to rest along the inside of the thigh, raking what nails he had in a little clench, before splaying them out again. The other trailed up her front, applying noticeable pressure along her stomach, and then to an ample breast of his choice -- as if it were some kind of teddy bear, waiting to be held. His kisses grew hotter, and more demanding; every cell in his body beginning to hum, obeying a law far older then any bible can record.
"Harley," His guttural purr fanned over her jawline, breaking free from that sugary mouth for just a moment; pressing his body as close to hers as possible without breaking off the contact they already shared. Unashamed to make his desire known, and at this point, probably felt. But living a life without rules, meant having no drawbacks; and he wasn't about to hide the proof of his lust for her like an inexperienced child.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 1, 2009 16:09:43 GMT -5
Bye bye, baby. It's been a sweet love -------------------------------------------------------
[/s][/right] "Harley..." It was with sudden force that all the sanity Harley had left had taken over. Just as quickly as their eroticism had started, Harley stood up, clumsily and lacking any form of grace, putting several feet of distance between her and the chair in which the clown still sat. Her eyes widened with the alert realization of their actions, avoiding any contact with the Joker's. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, her breaths still heaving with both the pleasure of the last few impulsive moments and the panic that had suddenly and forcefully overwhelmed her. Her joints numbed and her hands shook with fright, like a child who had broken the rules and anticipated punishment. "This...this is wrong." She repeated the thought she had heard in her head so many times, out loud, her voice quivering with the possible repercussions and the guilt of taking advantage of a patient. She pulled at her still-raised skirt, placing the hemline somewhere near her knees as she continued her raving. "I'm...I'm going to lose my job. My license. Everything. I can't do this. I can't." No. She had not wasted the last eight years pouring herself over books, being used by professors and slaving away in the incurables ward for a man as unpredictable as he. "I...I've got to go." She sputtered. "Now." She pulled her high heels back on from the place they had fallen beneath the metal table, adjusted her shirt into a nearly decent disguise of the session's events and headed for the door.[/size] |
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Post by Joker on Nov 1, 2009 17:23:05 GMT -5
DO YOU THINK WE COULD PLAY ANOTHER GAME? What....the fuck?"I'm...I'm going to lose my job. My license. Everything. I can't do this. I can't." One moment he riding that wave of cloud nine, that wasn't even possible during a kill -- though, on a few rare occasion is had been extremely close. But here she was, having a mental breakdown while in the middle of him coping a feel. The most dominant emotion was anger, seconded by confusion. He couldn't even hear her blabber half the time, gaze narrowed into dangerous slits. It wasn't like he expressed an interested sexually in women often, and was actually planning on going through with it, and to be just left hanging, well, it was a downright insult in the clown's mind. Joker stood, any raging desire well cooled by this point, the only thing pumping in his veins was adrenaline from rage. "I...I've got to go -- Now."Instantly he sneered devilishly, head inclined toward her; back noticeable rigid, her words ringing like poison in his ears. " You think, you can just leave?" Joker tsked darkly, advancing toward the petite woman with vengeance written in his every step; hand reaching out to snag her arm when she made a move for the door, and slammed her into the nearest wall with his weight, pinning her between the concrete and his dangerous body. His grip on her hand had shifted to roughly cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze -- now holding his true colors, not the garbage he had been feeding her these past few weeks. " Harley-girl," He chided with venom in his words, through with playing their little buddy-buddy game. " I am ah, in control here, don't you see, hmmm? I could kill you right now, like I could have in any of our little meetings....but I didn't!" His mirthful chuckle betraying the fierce expression carved onto his face. " ...And this is how you repay me? It's not about our almost-sex, really. But you abandoning me, really. Rejecting me, running away." He snarled, though was still intent on laying on nice slabs of guilt for her to bear. Something that would slowly eat away at her mind, and rot the woman from within. He didn't get rejected; he did all of the rejecting, damnit! " Here I thought you were different. What a joke that was, ha! ha! ha!" [/size] |
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