Post by storyteller0910 on Mar 8, 2012 17:28:58 GMT -5
They lead him to the narrow metal walkway overlooking the giant green tub: one on either shoulder - Hal Briston to the left, and Special Ed to the right. His helpless giggling left his ad hoc executioners uneasy, and sent stirrings of discomfort through the gallery below.
He, himself, was unstirred. He had never once done the expected thing in his life, and there they were surprised that he had done the unexpected thing toDay? It seemed - no surprise - unbearably funny. All the talk about honesty, about open-ness, about catching lies, and here they were about to throw the one honest man in the room into a giant cauldron of green death. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And on the inside, he cried.
Not really. On the inside, he laughed some more.
Ah, well, he said to those nearest him, in a low voice. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, green goo to green goo, right? See you boys at the bottom of the tank. He glanced at Hal Briston, who quailed, then turned to Special Ed. No hard feelings, right, Eddie? He extended his hand to Special Ed, and Ed, trained by years of social conditioning, took it without thinking.
Only in the millisecond before he was electrocuted did he realize what a bad idea that really was.
The blackened piece of human toast that had been Special Ed pitched backward off the walkway. Tipping his cap that was not there, the Joker waved to the gallery, bent at the knees, and executed a perfect triple somersault into the boiling green mass below.
After a few minutes, his body floated to the surface, and they were able to see what they could see.
Pleonast, THE JOKER, was Third Party (Killing)
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But, bizarre as Pleonast's death might have been, they were really unprepared for what they found at the bottom of the walkway. The charred corpse they found there had little to identify it. But there was a belt - a metal belt, mostly unremarkable... but the flying rodent engraved on the inside of the buckle was absolutely unmistakable.
Special Ed, BATMAN, was Scum (Special)
"Who was he?" shouted a voice. "Who was it?" But the face was too badly burned for a definitive identification.
"So where's the suit?" asked someone else, from the back of the crowd. "Who's got the damned suit?"
To this, I'm afraid, the crowd had no answer.
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Night One begins here, and will end at around 5:00PM EST on Saturday, March 10. I will be sending PMs with the results of various Day actions over the next ten minutes or so. Discussion is permitted during Night One on any subject you please, but no votes will be counted.
He, himself, was unstirred. He had never once done the expected thing in his life, and there they were surprised that he had done the unexpected thing toDay? It seemed - no surprise - unbearably funny. All the talk about honesty, about open-ness, about catching lies, and here they were about to throw the one honest man in the room into a giant cauldron of green death. He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. And on the inside, he cried.
Not really. On the inside, he laughed some more.
Ah, well, he said to those nearest him, in a low voice. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, green goo to green goo, right? See you boys at the bottom of the tank. He glanced at Hal Briston, who quailed, then turned to Special Ed. No hard feelings, right, Eddie? He extended his hand to Special Ed, and Ed, trained by years of social conditioning, took it without thinking.
Only in the millisecond before he was electrocuted did he realize what a bad idea that really was.
The blackened piece of human toast that had been Special Ed pitched backward off the walkway. Tipping his cap that was not there, the Joker waved to the gallery, bent at the knees, and executed a perfect triple somersault into the boiling green mass below.
After a few minutes, his body floated to the surface, and they were able to see what they could see.
Pleonast, THE JOKER, was Third Party (Killing)
...
...
...
But, bizarre as Pleonast's death might have been, they were really unprepared for what they found at the bottom of the walkway. The charred corpse they found there had little to identify it. But there was a belt - a metal belt, mostly unremarkable... but the flying rodent engraved on the inside of the buckle was absolutely unmistakable.
Special Ed, BATMAN, was Scum (Special)
"Who was he?" shouted a voice. "Who was it?" But the face was too badly burned for a definitive identification.
"So where's the suit?" asked someone else, from the back of the crowd. "Who's got the damned suit?"
To this, I'm afraid, the crowd had no answer.
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Night One begins here, and will end at around 5:00PM EST on Saturday, March 10. I will be sending PMs with the results of various Day actions over the next ten minutes or so. Discussion is permitted during Night One on any subject you please, but no votes will be counted.