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 Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 11:02 pm
Well, drown the kids and shoot the neighbors! We have a winner. D O M E S T I C A T E DA Literate Batman The Animated Series Role PlayThe Joker has been released from Arkham, believed to have recovered from his insanity. He's sworn a life of prosper and faith, but, of course, one would have to be crazy to believe he'd do that. With the Joker on the loose again, Gotham is in more danger than ever. Will Batman be able to stop him? Not to mention the rest of Gotham's mass of villains. With villains like Harley Quinn, the Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, and many others on the loose, how can Batman keep up with them all? Has the city finally fallen to the dogs, or can the masked vigilante save it yet again? Oh well, Arkham's nice this time of year.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 12:50 am
Well, drown the kids and shoot the neighbors! We have a winner. R U L E S--> This is a literate RP. Absolutely no one liners will be accepted. Each post should be at least two well written paragraphs. I understand writers block; it happens to the best of us, but work around it. --> This RP is cannons only. Please don't PM me asking if you can use made-ups. --> To join, send me a PM titled 'Domesticated.' Be sure to include the name of the character you wish to play and a sample post. Your sample, like your posts in the RP, should be at least two paragraphs. --> Please post at least once every other day; this isn't a lot to ask, so I expect it to be upheld. If you'll be gone for any period of time, please let me know. --> You may play up to two characters. I probably won't allow any one person to play more than that, because I would like them to be able to focus on their characters and make them the best that they can be. Yes, I know I've made one exception to this rule; that's because I've known the girl playing three characters for years, and I know she'll do a good job. --> I hold the right to, at anytime, add to, take away from, or modify the rules in any way I please. Just check back every once in while to see if any new ones have been added. --> Make sure to keep your character in personality. I'm not too terribly picky, but I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times I've seen people make a cannon character do something that was so far out of the range of their personality that it was ridiculous. --> OOC is allowed, but please keep it to a minimum, and please post it in [ ] or ( ). --> No God moding. I don't care who your character is; they are capable of suffering injury. --> You are only aloud to control your character. --> Unlike the animated series, killing is aloud in this rp. We are all adults/young adults. You may not, however, kill another persons character without their permission. Oh well, Arkham's nice this time of year.
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Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 11:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 2:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 2:43 pm
Well, drown the kids and shoot the neighbors! We have a winner. J O K E R
"You've done well, Mr. Kurts," she said. That was the name they'd given him -since he couldn't remember his own: Joe Kurts. He mulled the name over inside his mind for the millionth time. Joe Kurts... sounds like.... Joke hurts... His own personal joke; he laughed inwardly and inclinde his head in her direction.
"You've tamed a mad man," he replied, his voice even. The high-pitched tone it had once held was absent. He watched as she opened the drawer to the right and pulled a manila colored envelope from it. From the envelope, she pulled a parer and handed it across the table. He looked down on it and fought hard to keep his excitement level down.
"You're free to go Joe," she said, a small smile splayed out across her lips. He nearly reached out and touched her lip; oh, how he craved to grin like that. Instead he inclined his head once again, and she called the guards back into the room. "He's to be released at the front gates," she instructed.
Again, he had to fight the smile; he could feel tension enter the room as the guards approached him and pulled him to his feet and out the door, still being quite a bit rougher than was necessary. The trip down to the bottom floor and out to the front gate was a long one, but when they made it, a taxi was waiting for him, an act of kindness on the warden's part, no doubt.
The guard to Joker's left released him from the hand cuffs, and he finally allowed the smile to slip across his face. He pulled himself free of the others grasp and threw his arms wide, swinging them backwards, hitting the two guards, at the same.
One of them had a gun out faster than the Joker would have expected, but he swung his foot about in the same excited fashion, tripping the guard and knocking him to the ground and the gun into the air. He caught the gun and shot both guards before turning to the taxi and ripping the door open before the driver, who'd been fumbling to start the car, could react.
Joker pulled the trigger, and the man's body fell limp. "Outta the way, buddy-boy!" The high pitched voice filled the air for the first time in what seemed like forever as the Joker ripped the corpse from the car and seated himself in the drivers seat. "Joker's driving!" Without another word, he raced off in the direction of Gotham. Oh well, Arkham's nice this time of year.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 10:50 pm
Introducing terror has alwasy intrigued me. Doctor Jonathan Crane, a well known doctor in Arkham, sat behind a wooden desk in his office. Everything in the office was in place. Books were perfectly aligned according to size. The walls were white with only a few pictures hanging, exactly opposite from one another. The papers on his desk were in neat little piles, evenly spaced apart.
The Joker was to be released today. While most people would be nervous about this, Crane only smiled as he leaned back in his chair. Hush little baby, don't say a word, daddy's gunna buy you a mocking bird... His little song in his head was intterupted by the ringing coming from his desk. Reaching over he picked up the phone and spoke with a tired tone, "What?"
"Dr. Crane, you're 1:30 appointment is here." A young female voice sounded over the other end. She appeared to be chewing gum and that bugged Crane more than anything else.
"Spit the gum out." He hung up the phone and gathered up his papers and picked up a brief case. Looking into the mirror Dr. Crane straightened his tie and headed out of his office to the rest of the hospital. His footsteps echoed down the hallway as he made his way to the room where his patient was. ...and if that mocking bird won't sing, daddy's gunna buy you a diamond ring..
The door squeaked as he opened it. The patient looked up at him with hopeful eyes. "H-hello d-doctor. I'm feeling f-fine today." Crane shook his head as he started to chuckle. Opening his brief case he brought out a mask that looked like it was fashioned from a burlap sack. The eyes were stitched Xs and the mouth was a string of Xs all in a line. As he placed the mask over his head he breathed in the musty odor as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a spray can full of fear toxin. Without warning he sprayed it in the patient's face causing the patient to hallucinate and freak out. "Hush little baby don't say a word....daddy's gunna buy you a monking bird!" He brushed the patient's face with his hand before he left the room laughing a bored hollow laugh.
He needed to get out of this place. Playing with patients was fine, but it lost its excitement. He wanted someone bigger, someone more interesting. The Batman.Scream..Or I will make you scream.
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XxHa_Joker_HaXx Vice Captain
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XxHa_Joker_HaXx Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:07 am
Riddle me this......Riddle me that... A set of brilliant green eyes opened to the sight of white padded walls and a small window in the metal padded door in front of the man. Grunting he rolled over on the little cot that occupied the room, trying to sit up. A task that seemed so simple, was almost inpossible in a strait jacket.
The scrawny young man, in his early twenties, finally made his way up, sitting against the wall. His fire red hair was messy, sticking up all over the place as if he had be electrocuted. Edward Nigma had been in this room for two days now and was quickly becoming bored of it. Something that rarely happened. He usually found amusement out of everything. Just turn it into a puzzle, a riddle so to speak, and it made a fun little game.
Edward stared around the room with an eerie gaze. His green eyes were blank as he sat there almost motionless. A nurse walked into his cell with a tray. "Time for your medication Mr. Nigma." She walked towards him with the pills in her hand, placing them in into his mouth.
Edward cringed as he held the pills in his mouth. They always disrupted his thought process. It was harder for him to come up with Riddles. "What's small, and ******** with your mind?" He waited for her response.
The Nurse looked at him with a baffled look. She was sure the answer was Pills but aslo knew Edward liked it when his "subjects" didn't know. "I don't know Mr. Nigma. Pills?"
Edward shook his head as if he were dissappointed in the nurse. The answer was obvious. "A question." Almost immediately he spit the pills out in her face. "When do I see Crane?"
If there was one thing Edward looked forward to, was his daily visits to Dr. Crane. There was something about that doctor that made him feel comfortable. Almost like Crane was just like him. Not to mention he got his name from Crane. The Riddler. Edward liked the ring of it.
The Nurse wiped the spit from her face and sighed. She knew she would have to get more pills and explain why she needed yet another dose of pills for the same patient. "Your appointment isn't until 3:00. You've still got a while." She turned around and left the room. Bolting the giant metal door behind her.
Edward went back to staring at the walls. His green eyed gaze un blinking....Who's afraid of the Big Black Bat?
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:20 am
 Barbra sat at home doing her homework as she waited for her father to return. He'd been coming home more often thanks to the Joker being in Arkham. She looked at the clock to see that it was 2:30. "It's summer vacation and I'm stuck at home doing homework!" She was bored out of her mind. She hated school work, especially when it was Biology.
She stood up from her desk and walked over the window. The small apartment that she lived in with her father had a nice view of Gotham city. When her father came home he usually found her staring out her window. She looked out of her window a lot at night searching for the large bat signal that lit up the sky.
A few months ago she decided to become the Batgirl. Unfortunately the Batman found out who she was the first day of being his spunky sidekick so that ruined the fun a bit. No one else knew who she was though so that was good.
"Where are you Batman?" Latley no one had seen him or heard from him. Probably due to the fact that Joker was out of the picture.
With a sigh Barbra went back to her desk and started to work on her school work. Until night that was.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 4:59 pm
 Harleen Quinzel mashed the buttons on her phone impatiently. Mr. Jay was realeased today, with Dr. Quinzel's recomindation. Harleen knew better than that. The Joker could never change and if he did that would be the crime. He released her from the lies, from the schemes, and now it would only be a matter of time until she spread her wings. Soon she would become Mrs. Jay, her heart skips a beat. Pick up! Goddamnit how long would it take to get to the place the warden picked out for him. Can he be patient enough so I can call him? Harleen swooned at the thought of speaking to her darling. But soon returned to reality when her breathing was back to normal. No, he would not. He's already put a non-plan into action. Her heart was pounding while Harleen worked, impatient to see her Mr. Jay.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:07 pm
Well, drown the kids and shoot the neighbors! We have a winner.J O K E R As he drove, the Joker reached for the radio, flipping through stations with a grin plastered on his face. His smile only widened when he found a song he liked: the funny farm song. He turned the volume up and sang along, his voice always at least one octave higher that it should be. When the laughter floated through the speakers, Joker's floated through the car, off-pitch and cynical. When the song came to an end, he drummed his hands against the steering wheel excitedly.
It didn't take long before he neared downtown Gotham, and he let the corners of his mouth fall - just a bit - when he got caught in traffic. He pictured himself jumping out of the car, the guard's gun in hand and making his way to the front of the traffic jam. He'd just shoot the driver and take his car so that he wouldn't have to wait quite so long. He shook his head; that would get him caught and sent back to Arkham faster than one could say 'Smarty Smurf smashed smelly smoke bombs' three times fast.
He leaned back and began flipping through radio stations again, coming to a halt on a local news station; as he'd expected, he was the topic of the day. He giggled in delight and kicked his feet in fit of happiness. It was about time he got out of that hell hole. A horn honked behind him, and he looked up to see that traffic was moving again.
As he drove forward, he turned in his seat, ignoring the busy road around him and smiled his wide smile in the driver's direction; it was a warning, and he knew the man understood when fright flashed across his eyes. "Mess with the Joker, will you?" He giggled when his car jolted as it hit the car in front of him.
He turned forward again and drove without a word until traffic thinned; when it did, he switched lanes, and slowed to a steady pace beside the man he'd been driving in front of. He flashed a smile at the man before turning his wheel sharply to the right and ramming the taxi into the other vehicle. The man attempted to slow his vehicle, but the Joker followed suit and repeated his previous actions, this time driving the other vehicle off the road. Laughter errupted throughout the car, and he pressed down on the gas peddle, speeding up and zooming through traffic wildly.
When he came to his destination, he parked the taxi behind the small house. It was the house of Dr. Harleen Quinzel. He swung the door wide and entered the house, investigating every bit of it enthusiastically.Oh well, Arkham's nice this time of year.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:43 pm
Gotham could be our wonderland, Alice! M A D H A T T E R Jervis Techt smiled in excitement as he walked into the hat shop. Other than Wonderland, this was his favorite place; he made his way around the store, picking up hat after hat and piling them in his arms, one on top of another. Jervis loved hats: big hats, small hats, tall hats, short hats. He grinned and continued the list in his head. Pretty hats, ugly hats, visors, and ball caps. Cowboy hats, top hats, helmets, and scull caps-
His thought process was interrupted only when he looked in the direction of the checkout counter; a small, slim woman stood behind it, her blond hair tied neatly at the nape of her neck and trailing down her back. Her blue eyes glinted in a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Her face was slightly rounded, but it was beautiful to Jervis. One word came to mind as he gazed in her direction; Alice.
In an almost giddy fashion, he moved towards the counter, taking the hat he wore off and placing it on her head before she had a chance to protest. Her gaze grew seemingly blank, and he marveled at the girl before him, happy he'd had the mind control devise in place just in case. He stepped back and bowed low to the floor. "Welcome to Wonderland, Alice."Curiouser and curiouser...
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 10:54 am
 As the sun started to go down over Gotham, the streets became empty. No one wanted to ever be outside past dusk now a days. It was too dangerous.
But for Selina Kyle, one of Gotham's solicalites, it was the best time of the day. It was when she could observe and be alone. Even though she looked fail and helpless, she was anything but. She strutted into her apartment complex. She greeted the night gaurd who was just now doing his rounds, with a flirty smile before she entered the elevater and dissappeared into her room. "Hello my babies," she greeted the many cats that were roaming around the room. She dropped her bag to the floor beside the door as she kneeled down to cuddle her favorite cat, Isis. She stoked the black cat's head lovingly as it started to purr under her affection. She strolled over to the living room, and flicked the television on. It was news all over Gotham that the Joker was now being released. She watched the tv screen with narrowed eyes. She didn't think that was a good idea at all, but it wasn't her decision. It was the crack pots over at Arkham. "As long as he doesn't get in my way, right Isis?"
The cat left out a long meow as an answer, which made Selina smirk lightly. She would have to start getting ready for tonight, she had planned on robbing a jewerly store, for the Cat's Eye Dimond.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 12:16 pm
Barbra made sure her father was still at work before she slipped on her Batgirl outfit. She slipped out the window and started walking from rooftop to rooftop in search of danger.
Earlier in the afternoon she heard about Joker's escape from Arkham. "Batman has to show up for this!" Batgirl listened for cries of help but couldn't really hear anything. The people of Gotham stayed in at night now thanks to the criminals. Batgirl decided to walk over the the museum where the Cat's Eye diamond was being held. It was the perfect crime for Catwomen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 6:52 pm
Harleen was still at work. But only in body, in mind she was remembering the highlight of her life. The Joker. "How are you Mr. Jay?" Dr. Quinzel asked her patient who was distractingly handsome. He smiled giggling, "Waiting for you m'darling Harley." Harleen started hyperventilating. Mr. Jay continued, "Your name is a lot like Harley Quinn y'know. Are you an actress? Into theactrics?" Harleen moved closer to wear he was tied down. "Yes" she whispered. The two sat there. Inches away from eachother. Harleen wanted to set him free. He deserved that. He was brillant, beautiful, and irreplacable. When her beeper went off reminding her that she only had a certain amount of time, she had to leave grudingly. "I will set you free love" The Joker was chuckling when she left, blushing. It was the most erotic experience of her life. This flashback had lasted her the car ride home. And she was greeted by a pleasent surprise when she pulled up into her driveway.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 8:38 pm
Introducing terror has always intrigued me.Jonathan Crane stood in a closed off section of the basement of Arham. It wasn't the normal surroundings Crane would be seen working in. This was a dark, damp, musty basement that had it's occasional rat running around. The only reason Jonathan worked down here was because it was completely unknown to the rest of Arkham. Only he and a few of his 'henchmen' knew of the location.
He watched with disgust as a clumsy helper dropped a beaker full of acid that quickly ate away at the concrete. He often wondered why he even accepted their help. They were too stupid to even do the simplest of tasks. Sighing heavily he pulled out a spray canister and called the clumsy man over.
The man slowly approached him and nervously looked at the ground as he fumbled with his scrubs. "S-sorry s-sir. M-my h-hands w-were--"!BANG!Crane held a revolver out in front of him the fear toxin in his other hand. The barrel smoking as he watched the man's limp body fall to the floor. "Learn to speak you moron." The doctor looked up at the remaining men and kept the same calm blank look expression on his face. "Get out." His voice was smooth and quiet. The men didn't move. They only stared in shock at the dead body. "Get the hell out of my lab!" The anger was starting to rise in the doctor. Without hesitation the men scrambled, running into each other and tripping over their feet in a comical fashion before they ran up the stairs.
Crane looked back at the lab table as he pick up various vials of chemicals and drugs. He was working on a new fear toxin. One that didn't wear off. This time though, he wasn't going to waste it on petty patients here at Arkham. This time he was going to take it to the streets of Gotham. But how?
He looked down at his watch and cursed under his breath. He was wrapped up in his experiments down here that he had missed his appointment with Edward Nigma. Trying to think of when he would make the appointment back up, an idea came to mind. "Mr. Nigma, you're going to be seeing freedom very soon."Scream...Or I will make you scream.
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