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The "SAVE THE ORPHANS" Charity Ball ; part 4/4
[time has been given for everyone to de-cape, de-cowl, tattle on their friends... and now, it's time for the punchline to this little joke of his.
the lights in the room once more dim, and the spotlight on stage sets the attention to Mistah J - he grins victoriously, something gleeful and manic in his eyes as he steps aside, letting a projector screen fall from the ceiling behind him.]
You're all so kind, Paradisa... but some of you are a little too... late in your lives to offer the recompense these poor orphans deserve. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you...
Brucey Bruce?
[his eyes fixate on Mr. Wayne, and he opens his arms, gesturing Bruce on stage. after a moment's consternation, Bruce reluctantly agrees - looking badass despite his cane and carrying that Batman-esque hard set of his jaw.
once he reaches the Joker's side, Mr. J flings an arm all buddy-buddy over his shoulders.]
Thattaboy, Brucey.
Now, how about we introduce ParaDIsa to Gotham's most notorious orphan and his menagerie of failures?
[the spotlight dims; the Joker turns, guiding Bruce to do the same as the projector reel begins playing. there is a crudely drawn stick figure version of each of the batkids - one for each of them. Damian, Dick, Steph, Cass - etc, all the way to Batman himself. Drawn by Harley. In lipstick.
there are a few photos - all various failures the batlings have orchestrated in their lives (in his canon; he just makes up random shit for the rest of them it's tl;dr don't make me write this).]
But the biggest failure of all, Batman... is also the best joke you've ever inadvertently told. The passing of one Bruce Wayne... the inheritance of Gotham's most notorious orphan, from you...
[he snaps his fingers; the goonies around the room abruptly begin firing into the crowd - they're missing, purposely, scaring people as they begin to usher them back out towards the doors, some holding children hostage as they direct everyone to LEAVE THE PREMISES if they aren't with the VIP party - the Bat family.
I REPEAT: GET OUT UNLESS YOU AREN'T WITH THE BATFAMILY, OR WE'LL KILL KIDS.
meanwhile, a familiar face is making his way out from the curtains...]
...Damian... Wayne.
[ooc:MINUTE TO SET UP THREADS OKAY GO
reply here with fleeing outside the comedy club. THERE WILL BE "PEOPLE" (player characters) firing toxin into the crowd as people leave; those who are getting FATALLY or NON-FATALLY gassed can start posting as much in the appropriate thread below. ENJOY.
P.S - you can just reply to the post if you're fleeing for your life or otherwise outside of the club!]
the lights in the room once more dim, and the spotlight on stage sets the attention to Mistah J - he grins victoriously, something gleeful and manic in his eyes as he steps aside, letting a projector screen fall from the ceiling behind him.]
You're all so kind, Paradisa... but some of you are a little too... late in your lives to offer the recompense these poor orphans deserve. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you...
Brucey Bruce?
[his eyes fixate on Mr. Wayne, and he opens his arms, gesturing Bruce on stage. after a moment's consternation, Bruce reluctantly agrees - looking badass despite his cane and carrying that Batman-esque hard set of his jaw.
once he reaches the Joker's side, Mr. J flings an arm all buddy-buddy over his shoulders.]
Thattaboy, Brucey.
Now, how about we introduce ParaDIsa to Gotham's most notorious orphan and his menagerie of failures?
[the spotlight dims; the Joker turns, guiding Bruce to do the same as the projector reel begins playing. there is a crudely drawn stick figure version of each of the batkids - one for each of them. Damian, Dick, Steph, Cass - etc, all the way to Batman himself. Drawn by Harley. In lipstick.
there are a few photos - all various failures the batlings have orchestrated in their lives (in his canon; he just makes up random shit for the rest of them it's tl;dr don't make me write this).]
But the biggest failure of all, Batman... is also the best joke you've ever inadvertently told. The passing of one Bruce Wayne... the inheritance of Gotham's most notorious orphan, from you...
[he snaps his fingers; the goonies around the room abruptly begin firing into the crowd - they're missing, purposely, scaring people as they begin to usher them back out towards the doors, some holding children hostage as they direct everyone to LEAVE THE PREMISES if they aren't with the VIP party - the Bat family.
I REPEAT: GET OUT UNLESS YOU AREN'T WITH THE BATFAMILY, OR WE'LL KILL KIDS.
meanwhile, a familiar face is making his way out from the curtains...]
...Damian... Wayne.
[ooc:
reply here with fleeing outside the comedy club. THERE WILL BE "PEOPLE" (player characters) firing toxin into the crowd as people leave; those who are getting FATALLY or NON-FATALLY gassed can start posting as much in the appropriate thread below. ENJOY.
P.S - you can just reply to the post if you're fleeing for your life or otherwise outside of the club!]
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[ "So you wanna be in SOLDIER? Hang in there." Zack could beat this. he had beaten such severities as this before. MOVE! shaking, he forced himself to his feet, taking a trembling stance as he shook his head ]
Haah...haah... I'm fine. [and he'd do it again to protect people]
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Magnetic Barrier!
[She can't keep it up forever...right?]
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Your friends won't be coming back for a bit.
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Tee hee, you fools. The Phoenix and I are immortal, you can't hope to defeats us with petty tricks like that.
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You say that...like I need a reason to do this.
[high above, a swirling vortex of crimson and black appeared, the ridges of it ablaze as if something were being summoned. at the same time, a bright blue aura enveloped Cloud as he pushed himself further. he was tired of having things thrown at them. he'd throw something back]
Stars...
[suddenly, he thrust the tip of his sword into the ground,]
Rain down! [a flurry of meteorites are now coming down over Collie and Yaya. Meteorain]
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[Sora's magic was probably running dry, but he could still fire off some of his longer ranged attacks before falling back on close combat. Pointing his keyblade at the little pink figure, he yells] Fire! [ Four huge fireballs erupt from his keyblade, barreling in her direction.]
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Indignation!
[And that's the last of his mana. If he doesn't get to hit something with a sword or eat some fruit (don't ask), he'll have to resort to wimpy little lightning bolts and taser blasts for a while.]
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Once the attacks hit, her eyes open, and, instead of two blue ones, there are four red ones. Dark energy starts to surround Yaya.]
Azarath Metrion Zinthos!
[Dark bubble get.]
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1/5 DID NOT FORGET YOU YUFF AND LMAO DEATHBALL WTF IS THAT
I told you before, it's useless.
2/5 DEATH BAALLLLLL
3/5 FUCKING BALL. OF DEATH.
4/5 LOOOOOOOL IT'S LIKE DROWNING IN A BALL PIT OR SOMETHING
5/5 I THROW THIS DEATHLY BALL @ J000000
So a terrified little girl scream breaks through the air as she gets TORCHED BY ALL THAT, THANKS. And Raven? Have a huge-ass surge of emotion from this girl now because Yaya is horrified omfg]
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...
[holding breath]
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Then he came back to his senses because dude, this chick was trying to fucking kill them all. He rears back and throws his blade at her in a black metal blur. Because in Sora's world, nothing stays down until you beat it twice.
Strike Raid coming at you, Yaya.]
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A suddenly tired look crosses her face, and before she can help herself, she's falling towards the roof.]
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No! [Start trying to move towards her; though he's a bit far away oh god-]
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his idiotAllen start moving again, and followed the boy's gaze to the figure falling. The general quickly gauged the distance between the falling form and himself before closing the gap so he could safely catch the form.Hello, pretty lady~]
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Straight through the roof. Down into the Comedy Club, the basement, and it's not stopping as it drags her straight into the ground.]
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