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Post by Harley Quinn on Sept 30, 2008 19:45:49 GMT -5
Look at this world,
So Full of shit and sorrow. A slender figure stood out against the bright moon. He sat atop what had once been a famous nightclub. Now it lay abandoned, on what was known as the "rich" side of town. An area that had onces been Gothams redlight district, but had since crumbled. He'd seen it in it's glory days when he was young, foolish, stupid. Before his powers had come, before he'd learned he could make the world his game. Make his games his world. He flicked his lighter open and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He felt the familiar and welcome burn at the back of his throat, but he ignored it. He coughed slightly, fully aware of his horrible habit's concequences. It wasn't like he didn't already know this addiction was eating him from the inside out, only a month he'd been at it, and already he felt it. His stomach churned at the scent of the poisonous smoke, and his lungs burt with every breath. He knew he had to stop, but it was too much for him. Habit, addiction, things he'd known all to well were hard to defeat. Back in the drug years he'd meddled in Heroine and Cocaine, but he'd quickly dropped the habits after he'd seen his "friends" begin dying, either in fights over the drugs, or from the drugs themselves. It was to be thought that one would have become deeply hurt emotionally by those thoughts. The only thing his experiances with drugs had given him were a growing sense of paranoia, and knowlage of how mankind is destroying this world. He sniffed, coughing again. He looked at the cigarette, now in his hand held tightly between two fingers, and sighed. He discrded it and waved the intoxicating death cloud away from him. The road to quitting began with a choice, he knew. It was going to be hard, but he knew it would kill him. And he had a promise to keep, a solem vow to survive longer than his former master. Smoking wasn't going to help that. He'd dispose of what was left of the pack he had, and would hold off for a week, at least. He didn't know how long before he'd have to seek other methods than willpower, but he didn't care. " Horrible habit really" he muttered to himself. " I really should quit while I still have the mind to..." It wasn't like talking made it better. He coughed, the deep rattling cough of a smoker, and winced as his lungs began to ache. He craved another smoke already, but ignored the feeling. " This isn't any harder than leveling a Druid or a Rogue" He told himself. " In fact it's probably easier" Reassurance wasn't going to do it either, but no matter. He'd stop long enough to stop Batman, then he'd have enough cigs to last him a lifetime. He'd be a hero. He'd be the one who brought about a new oder[or would it be disorder?] to the world. |
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Post by Riddler on Sept 30, 2008 20:02:32 GMT -5
Edward skipped merily down the sidewalks. Though, to him, it was just another nightly stroll. He was grinning as if he had just accomplished something. Of course he just had accomplished something! He had finally created the most brilliant trap. It was much better than his first attempt. His first plan was most likely the best because he was going all out, but this one here... This one here was better than the first plan!
He stopped a few spaces away from the Night-club, though. His head lifted to look at the familiar figure up on the roof. At first, he was wondering. Who the hell was that? he asked himself before walking a few spaces up to catch the glimpse. A smile almost curled upon his thin lips at finally seeing who it was. Of course, he couldn't really see their features up close, but all he needed was his brain to help him. And he automatically knew who it was.
He swung his cane in one hand as he began walking casually up to the Night-club before stopping a few spaces in front of it. He looked up, seeing a few puffs of smoke. He had guessed that the man had taken up to quitting (or at least tried). The thought amused him. It amused him for some reason. Perhaps it amused him because it would be quite hilarious at seeing him go on these crazy mood-swings quitters usually go through before going completely off of the drugs.
A hand placed itself on his hip as he looked up more properly so it wouldn't make his neck ache. He smiled much more broadly. "Isn't it a bit too late to be smoking, buddy old boy?" He asked. A laugh emerged from his throat. It was one thing at imagining it, but it was a completely different thing when being up close. "Or... Perhaps, are you trying to quit?" He asked more quietly.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Sept 30, 2008 20:33:38 GMT -5
And the Gutter Rats come to play
On this, their eve of victory " Isn't it a bit too late to be smoking, buddy old boy?" He rolled his eyes, more smart remarks from the Riddler. " Or... Perhaps, are you trying to quit?[/i]" Why did he have to be so damn perceptive. " And if I am?" he called down as he jumped from the rooftop to the top of what had been a balcony. He had no idea why a nightclub needed a balcony, but was thankful fot it. He leaned on the edge to peer down at Riddler. " Long time no see" He chuckled, eyeing Riddler with caution. This was the first man to ever outwit him. Ever show him his flaws. One might be able to call that friendship, but neither of them seemed to think so. He sighed. " Don't even trouble yourself telling me this is going to be hard. I got off of Heroine on willpower alone. I'm sure I can defeat this beast" He said with a grin, not even noticing as he produced another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. He coughed slightly and then cursed under his breath. It had gotten to his subconciousness. |
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Post by Riddler on Oct 1, 2008 19:44:29 GMT -5
Edward cocked his head to the side.
"Pfft..." Nygma bit down on his lower lip and blew through the tiny, but still there, gaps in between his teeth.
Then he looked down with a wide smile on his face. "Oh, please, buddy," he started before looking up to him. Now he was on the balcony. That sure was interesting... It made his eyebrow raise a tiny bit, but it was still pretty noticeable with how his face had looked now. "you know about my obsession with Bruce Wayne... Come on, it's like cigarettes... It's like...you'll die if you quit now." He grinned broadly.
His arms crossed over his chest, now remembering his days back in Arkham. "You see, I already know it's going to be hard!" he exclaimed excitedly before regaining his posture. He coughed then sucked in a breath to only let out an "Ahem" before looking to the side. A smile was on his face once more. "You only got off heroin because of your so-called good luck." That smile grew into a grin. A Cheshire's grin.
"Not to mention... I know pretty much everything about you..."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 19, 2008 18:06:49 GMT -5
Lying puppet master,
Luring us in with honeyed temptations " Oh I'm sure it probably would kill me, but it'll kill me anyways" He chuckled. It was a Loose Loose situation. Not good. " But hell, you know me, the willpower to do it ain't in short supply" Of course, it was the truth. It wasn't Willpower that anyone had to worry about, he had tons of it. It kind of came with his ability. Even now he knew it wasn't done maturing, and eventually he figured, he'd have more inhuman talents. Or at least, that's what his slowly mutating senses told him. Maybe he'd grow wings, or a tail or something. He sighed, shaking hiself out of the fantasy. He shouldn't fantisize when he might just drag them into a new dimension that his mind created. It was difficult controling his power at times. He turned his attentions more to Edward, ignoring the buzzing in his head that ment he'd interupted his ability when it was trying to work. He sighed again. " You're like a stalker like that huh Eddie?" |
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Post by Riddler on Oct 25, 2008 9:59:54 GMT -5
Edward blinked towards hearing such words. Him? A stalker? Of course not! He leaned forward and placed his hands on his hips, looking directly at him. "First of all..." he started as he turned his back haughtily towards him. His arms quickly crossed their selves over his chest. "I am not a stalker. You hear me? I am NOT a stalker." he said while grinding his teeth a bit.
"Second of all," he had said as he turned around to look back at the man.
"I did not tell you to call me Eddie." Edward said before waving his hand at him like it was nothing. "But of course, my little ControlFreak.. Does that stop you? No, it does not. What does stop you, though?..." he giggled. "Cigarettes. That's what I love about those things." he said with a mischievous grin.
"They just..." he held his arms up and slowly moved his hands through the air, as if about to show the other something important. "...eat you from the inside."
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Post by Kataclysm on Oct 26, 2008 13:53:09 GMT -5
Mihael sighed, finally coming out of his 'hiding place'...if you could call it that. He'd just been taking a short cut and found them, intriguing and decided to listen to them for a little bit, there was nothing wrong with that...ok, so maybe there was. He smirked slightly to himself, tilting his head back so he could see the other man and turning to Edward.
"I see we've escaped from Arkham again," he stated, the smirk fading to his usual blank face. He sighed to himself putting his hands in his pockets after brushing his hair out of his face and looking back up at the other.
"I don't believe we've met," he stated, smiling fakely at him, before returning to his usual face, guessing he was some form of criminal from the fact He and Edward seemed like ... friends of some sort.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Oct 26, 2008 14:52:42 GMT -5
Kill me if you must..
But let me say farewell to this world first
Aaron laughed. "You're acting like a kid Ed." He teased, and heard him continue, rolling his eyes. He growled slightly. He didn't need to think about the fact it was killing him. In fact he was about to make a note of that to Edward when this new "freak" wandered up. He seemed to know Ed, so Aaron saw no threat in him.
"I don't believe we've met."
He chuckled, concentrating on focusing his power, and seeming to teleport down to stand by Riddler. He had, of course, just traveled quickly to a spontanious dimension and simply "hopped" out where he needed to be in this one. "Name's Aaron, but most people have a certain habit of calling me ControlFreak" He chuckled, first person to ever call him that had been Lucian Black, the moody and controling werewolf in charge of some company or another.
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Post by Riddler on Oct 30, 2008 14:43:30 GMT -5
Edward giggled.
"Oh, please, Aaron..." he started out casually before holding a hand innocently to his chest. "I'm as much as a child as you are!" he retaliated quickly back to him. He grinned broadly before holding his arms behind his chest. At first, he had never thought of someone else interupting them. "I really think you should quit, Aaron. Besides the Batman, what will beat you until you feel like dying?" he giggled.
I see we've escaped from Arkham again.
He turned his head slowly to look at Mihael.
"Oooooh," he started rather disgustingly. "It's you, Mihael!" he exclaimed with a happy face, as if happy to see one of the few humans that tortured him back at Arkham. He grinned, making his face even more awkward for such an occasion. He listened to Aaron's introduction. "It's a wonder why you like that name," he snorted before turning his head back to Mihael. "Mihael..." He took in a breath. "...it's been a while."
He smiled.
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Post by Kataclysm on Oct 31, 2008 5:37:15 GMT -5
Mihael raised an eyebrow at Edward's expression, wondering why he was so happy when he knew he could tell it was fake. He shook his head slightly before listening to Aaron's introduction. He opened his mouth to say something in response, but being cut of by the other man. He frowned slightly, never been to fond of interruption and wondering why he was still smiling.
"That it has," he sated calmly,not really paying attention to him, looking at him from the corner of his eye looking back to Aaron, "and it's a very...interesting name, I'm guessing you have some form of a ability then to have a name like that..." he sighed, looking blankly at him, making it seem like he was looking through him.
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