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Post by The Riddler on Jul 31, 2012 1:17:41 GMT -5
A long sight was givin from the green dressed figure. His slender figure was carelessly thrown in the big chair, sitting with little grace, if any at all.
"this is no fun at all..." he said in a childish tone and kept sulking. It really was no fun without the Batman around. No hero was stepping up in his place, and his crimes had a 100% sucess rate. Like stealing candy from a kid right? Well Edward wasn't interested in stealing from kids, it was't a challenge. He missed the old days, he missed the greatest challenge, The Bat.
Strange as it sounded, even in a head like his, he missed getting his but kicked. Well perhaps not quiet the but kicking part... Actually yes... It meant that he was not stuck in a nightclub like this, trying to convinse himself to do that puzzle. It lost its charm when you could do it without having to do the big panning. What the hell! Perhaps Gotham just needed a little more motivation!?
He threw himself out of his seat and a broad grin spread across his lips. He was going to cheer himself up by listening to the frightened scream of his audiance! "for old times sake!" he said to himself and looked like he was mentaly shaking his own hand and applauing himself. So with no further delay, he grabbed the nearest person in the VIP floor by the neck, and dragged him to the railing. His question cane dragging along in the other hand. "what always tells the truth by telling lies?" he asked in an psycotic voice.
The guy looked at the stranger with a smart-ass grin, but it only lasted until he realised that he couldn't puss free, which he tried. "What the fuck dude, let me go you faggot!" he said in an offened tone, but it didn't seem to make a difference to Edward, he just kept a tight grip. "Last chance to anwser, after that I will let you go. What tells the truth by telling lies?" he repeated in an almost friendly tone.
"I don't know, so let me fucking to now" he snarred "wrong anwser" he grinned, as he bushed the guy over the railing, letting him fall down in the mass of monkey dancing people.
Several people started screaming -sadly made unclear in the loud, untastfull music- before they looked up to see if they could guess what happened. Some reciognized the faze of the Riddler.
Spectators from the VIP floor finally reacted, and rushed towards Edward, but stopped the minute a gun was pointed at them. Not that Nigma cared much for using it, but had found pleasure in writting a riddle in latin and marking it with his sign, the question mark. How sad he had become... Going from an famous all time villain to a weapon decorader. Hopefully this would get him back in peoples mind, making them remember fear as they spoke his name.
"what colores red, when dropped on the floor?" he asked the guy at the end of his barrel. "what?" "wrong again. Here catch!" Nigma threw a little rubix cube to the guy, who caught it as mere reflexs. He shouldn't have. Small spikes shoot out from it, and pierced his had. He screamed for a minut or two, twisting and turning, throwing himself from side to side, before he as well fell over the railing into the terried mass, perhaps with a little help.
Edward turned to look at the other guest smilling friendly. "I would advise you to get down from here, unless you wanna share simular faith with those two" it didn't take loong before people was streaming down the stairs, and their panicing yells whent loud, and whenthe music finally was cut off, every single scream went clear.
"Goodevning every one, to anyone in doubt... I am the Riddler, and we are going to risk your lifes to night!"
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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 14, 2012 19:54:03 GMT -5
Harley was enjoying her evening. Or at least she had been. She was dancing with a few casual aquantances, a pink drink in hand. Harley had a natural rhythm, and music made it that much more pronounced. The black leather pants she’s sporting show off her hips as she moves. They sit low on her hips, held up by a red studded belt. On top she has a white tank top, around her neck a simple silver locket shaped like a heart. Her blonde hair is in pigtails and it bounces along with the rest of her as she enjoys the music.
And then the chaos erupted. Someone bumped into Harley, sending her drink to the floor. “Ah c’mon!” she’s mad at first but then as another patron tries to run past her he slips on the ice and falls flat on his rear. It sends Harley into a fit of giggles.
As the music cuts out people start to move towards the walls, backing away from the Riddler. Harley pushes her way to the front rather unceremoniously, with a “Hey, move it bub!” directed at a stocky fellow in her path.
He tries to grab her by the wrist in a protective manner, saying “Hey, lady careful that guy up there!”
“Oh puh-please.” Harley huffs at him and pulls away, shoving the man into the crowd. Really what did Harley have to worry about? Some tough guy? As if. She then spots the Riddler and her cherry flavored lips spread into a grin. She skips out to him, then stands with hands behind her back and smiling “Well lookie what the bat dragged out! You got a game tonight or what? I’ll play along if you buy me a drink.” She winks at him playfully. The night clearly just got better for at least one club patron- one Harley Quinn. Though what such a… chaotic… element would add to the Riddler’s plan would be curious indeed.
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Post by The Riddler on Sept 15, 2012 4:34:08 GMT -5
Weakly his lips curled into a grin, as the infamous Harley Quinn displayed herself. It had been some while since he had seen this small creature, probably due to lack of interest in the outside world. Or perhaps she - as him – had also been forgotten?
He grabbed his bowler hat and elegantly pulled it off while he bowed, then returning to his prior posture. “Good evening Miss Harley Quinn, you look lovely tonight. How could I refuse getting help from such a magnificent creature?” he replied in a charming tone with a just as charming smile. “Bartender! Before you run off, give this little lady a drink more!” he didn’t even bother to look at the terrified guy behind the bar as he spoke. Edwards was far too busy with looking at Harley Quinn
“Sadly I must say that the bat is not what has been dragging me out. A few games on the other hand, is just what such a nice night out if for!” he grinned putting the gun away, and used the railing to lay his arms on in a relaxing posture.
This was a rare occasion in which the famous Riddler, had no plan at all. Pure boredom was his motivation, but at least he had found a playmate. Perhaps tonight wasn’t such a bad night after all. He could always see what he could do with Harley Quinn and perhaps make some chaos with her. It sure would help if he could have someone to do some of the dirty work, which Edward really wasn’t a big fan of.
“What would you say if we painted the city red, just to remind them who really is in charge in Gotham, huh Harley?” his tone was almost surpricingly polite, and he managed to make the whole sentence seem to sane. A hidden talent he had? Everyone should know that the Riddler was far from sane. He just wanted to see Gotham learn from every wrong answer to his puzzles.
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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 15, 2012 10:52:28 GMT -5
Harley smiles throughout the exchange, curiosity and amusement caught in her bright blue eyes. “I think tonight red is my favorite color.” She replies playfully. The bartender nervously pours the drink, spilling spirits as he does so because his hands are shaking. He offers a concoction out to Harley who saunters over to take it, her hips dipping deliciously as she moves across the floor and her heeled boots tapping the floor with a steady rythm. She looks at the offered drink for a minute and then looks to the bartender. “What? No umbrella?”
The bartender stammers a softly spoken reply. “We…. We don’t have any.”
Harley sips the drink then looks to the tender again. She’s quiet for a few seconds and then she curls her finger a bit “c,mere… closer… closer… Ah c’mon I won’t bite.” The tender inches closer and no sooner than he does so Harley reaches up and grabs him by the hair, slamming his head into the bar with serious force and rendering the poor man unconscious. Harley shoves him to the floor, then reaches over the bar to grab a cherry which she plops into her drink. She then hops up onto the bar, sitting on the edge and crosses one long, leather clad leg over the other. “So whatcha want to do with your friends here?” Harley motions to the people in the club, most of whom have fallen silent in their fear. She sips her drink
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Post by The Riddler on Sept 15, 2012 11:30:19 GMT -5
“Perfect!” He exclaim with a huge smile, already liking where this is headed.
His eyes follow the lady’s movement, enjoying what was displayed. You couldn’t deny that Harley Quinn was a girl who was really lucky with her looks, probably making her quiet popular. Even a bad guy like him still admired girls like her, though a little less than other guys.
He bursted into a laughter when Harley smashed the man’s head into the bar. It rushed a burst of excitement through his body, making him feel fare more into the mood of trashing Gotham. And oh boy was he good at doing that! Perhaps he should try and set his own personal record in chaos? That actually sounded like a great idea, because then he could make people remember him and make people remember how small they really were.
Once again his concentration fell on Harley Quinn, this time with a wicked smile. “I think we are gonna give them a puzzle or two and perhaps use the rest of them as hunting practice. How does that sound to you?” He asked in a superior tone, striating himself up and placing his cane under him arm. “I think both of us is out of shape since the Bat ran away”
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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 15, 2012 12:07:14 GMT -5
Harley laughs. “HA! Out of shape? You’re kidding right?” She downs her drink in a determined swig and then tosses the glass behind her with a satisfying *smash* sound as it hits the wall. Then she’s in motion. She dives from the bar, head first, lands into a handspring which she uses the cover the distance between herself and the flock of scared patrons. She lands gracefully in front of them, then pulls a pistol from its hiding place strapped to her boot under her pants leg. She stands, brandishing the pistol to a man’s face and pulls the trigger.
There is a gruesome spray of blood and brain matter as the man falls entirely dead from the attack. A woman nearby screams. Harley then cocks her elbow, leaning it back over her shoulder in a relaxed fashion and saunters back over towards the Riddler, a little extra wiggle in her walk. “I dunno Eddie, I think my shape is just fine.” She grins wildly, her shirt and face displaying drops of the scattered crimson from her victim. Behind her people are shaking, crying and curling up onto the floor in an attempt to stay away from the lunatics. Which suits Harley just fine for the time being.
Harley stands besides the Riddler with one hip popped out and eyes the ever more frightened looking patrons. “I think you should ask them a question with numbers. That way we can use the answer, correct or otherwise, to decide how many of these people get to be the lucky winners.” She giggles, her lips spread into a wide grin. Tonight was shaping up to be so much more than she’d planned, which was exactly how Harley Quinn liked her evenings. Surprises of the best kind kept her tickled pink.
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Post by The Riddler on Sept 15, 2012 13:14:05 GMT -5
“Aah always so literal little one. I know you are fully fit; your curves give you away in that one.” He grinned and looked at her and ignored the dead guy. He was used to dead people around him, so no reason to bother himself with looking at it. She had good curve, real eye candy. A real prom queen killer who was definitely worth keeping. He chuckled at his own joke.
“No you are in just fine physical form, but perhaps we are a little off at the whole; showing who is the boss around here. We both know that people like us are the rulers of Gotham.” He explained and removed a strain of hair from her face , with his white gloved hand. “No nothing is wrong with this fine body… You are perfect” he smiled charmingly and pulled a mind puzzle out form his coat. “Let’s decide how many survives by how long it takes a person to solve this little thing” He wiggled the little metal mind puzzle at the end of his sentence.
He couldn’t help it… He loved mind puzzles and well puzzles in general. He especially liked seeing others try and successes the ones he had made. They rarely made it, that was the best part. He was one brilliant handsome guy, everyone could see it!
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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 15, 2012 13:59:18 GMT -5
Harley has never been shy amoung the other rouges. She doesn’t budge when he moves the hair from her face, but simply continues to smile. “Always such a charmer” she teases and gives him a pig peck on the cheek, leaving a mark in cherry lip gloss where she laid it. She then takes the puzzle toy from him, for Harley is exactly that- a toy. An instrument to bring more fun.
“Better think fast.” She says with a giggle, tossing it to woman sitting on the floor across the room. The woman catches it nervously, her hands visibly shaking and mascara running down her cheeks. It’s clear that for a moment she has no idea what to do.
Harley reaches behind her, taking off her small black and red vinyl backpack. It was her favorite club accessory, full of all manner of essentials. She unzips the front packet and people jump. Harley just smiles and pulls out a pack of gum, popping a piece into her mouth. She leans back casually, keeping the gun in hand and blows a bubble as she watches the woman struggle with the puzzle.
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Post by The Riddler on Sept 15, 2012 16:17:02 GMT -5
A small smile curled up on his lip as he straightened up. His ego sure did like being praised, even from a person like Harley Quinn. He let himself enjoy the air around him with a deep breath, smiling even more than before. Oh it felt great being back among the rows of victory. Though he could live without the sticky feeling on his cheek, so in a stiff movement he wiped off the lip-gloss.
He looked at the poor woman with his puzzle, grinning a little and leaning against his cane. “Little Lady, you are supposed to part the two pieces from each other” he said friendly and took a similar puzzle out. Elegantly he managed to part the two in one movement. “Like this…” He showed the two pieces before putting them together and placing it on the railing.
The lady seemed still as puzzled as before, she even started crying. Her hands shook more violently, and suddenly little wires unfolded from the mind puzzle and started winding around her arms. At first it only tightened around her arms, then it cut through her cloth, before cutting into flesh.
She screamed loudly, begging for mercy, but none was giving. The wires only griped tighter, cutting deeper and deeper into her skin. Edward just stood and watched with a smile. “Woops… Looks like I forgot to tell that you weren’t allowed to use force. It tricks the trap” He grinned and bathed in the terror from the level below him. His eyes then turned to Harley, at the same time the wires cut completely through her arms separating it in small pieces. “Well that was fun… Who is next?”
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Post by Mad Girl on Sept 18, 2012 12:53:59 GMT -5
Harley watches from her perch and chews her gum, periodically blowing her bubbles, as though she were simply waiting for a bus. Her eyes are on the victim, however, and she is enjoying it bit by bit. The Riddler’s puzzles really could be quite funny if you had the right sense of humor. And Harley fit the bill.
“Ooooo tricky tricky!” she squeals with joy as she watches the girl get mangled. As her arms fall useless it’s clear that this particular girl won’t be much fun anymore. The best she’ll be able to do is sob and lament the loss of her arms… and the loss of blood until it knocked out out. Harley surely wasn’t about to apply first aid and nor were the terrified club patrons.
“Okay then everybody. Nose goes. Last one to touch their nose gets to answer the puzzle.” She pokes herself in the nose with a grin, waiting for the others to follow suit. The patrons seem to follow suit hesitantly so Harley offers a little extra incentive. “Oh and if you tie, it’ll be Russian roulette to break it. So move fast.” That did it, the crowd quickly starts touching their noses, holding that position and looking around nervously to see who is the last one. Harley spots the ‘lucky’ winner first and skips over to him, taking him by the arm. “Looks like you’re the lucky fellow, step right up, come on quickly now, quickly. Solve the puzzle get a prize!” She does an excellent sideshow barker impersonation and guides the young man to the front.
She grins to the man, patting his arm gently as she puts him before the Riddler “See no reason to be shy. Test your wits and win a prize.” She giggles a bit and winks to Eddie “Or not.”
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Post by The Riddler on Sept 22, 2012 12:58:37 GMT -5
It was fun having a playmate, Harley sure did brighten the mood, at least for him. It was funny to think that this girl once had been a child genius… That obviously had gone to waste, as she seemed to have lost any kind of intelligent. Probably the Jokers fault, he had a thing with ruining the good stuff. It didn’t matter to Edward really, his toys, this rules.
He glanced at the audience as they started poking their nose, not doing it himself. A Russian roulette seemed fun, so he didn’t mind that part, he just had to get a partner, and there he was! Yet another terrified peasant, starring from Harley to him, and shrank together as a welcoming smile crossed the Riddler’s lips. “Not to fast Harley… I get to play Russian roulette with this guy.” He said in a calm, warm tone without turning his head to look at her. His eyes were locked on the poor fellow.
With one hand reached in the direction of Harley, he just waited for the gun so he could have his fun. He was sure luck was on his side, so he didn’t mind playing with this guy. If it wasn’t, well then Gotham had just gotten one less villain to fight.
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 9, 2012 9:56:24 GMT -5
Harley’s smile spreads a little bit more so that she has a grin that could rival the big bad wolf. She takes the pistol and empties out the chamber save for one bullet, and spins it, handing it to Eddie. She winks at him. “G’luck then.” While Harley is not eager to see her playmate have his brains blown out, she couldn’t resist the game. It was such madness! And whoever said that madness was an illness clearly needed to have some fun.
She perches on a nearby railing, chewing her gum and checking her cell phone. She sends a text and then tucks it away again, her baby blues on Eddie and waiting to see what happens. She liked this side of the Riddler. It was so much more fun to play games when you incorporated chance. It would keep the hostages on their toes more and would fluster them to a level that would make solving more cerebral puzzles all the more challenging.
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Post by The Riddler on Oct 10, 2012 4:10:45 GMT -5
His fingers slowly wrapped around the gun, before he found a chair and dragged it over, and then slowly found a second chair and placed it in front of the others. With an elegant gesture he asked his opponent to sit on the chair. When that done he placed himself in the opposite chair, and smiled calmly at the gentleman. “Do you or shall I go first?” He asked, holding the gun out towards him.
The guy looked at the gun with a lot of consideration and fear, and then looked at the Riddler, Harley and his audience. Slightly he shook his head and swallowed the worst of his fears. While he prepared himself the Riddler slowly put the gun against his temple. With not at much as blinking an eye or flinching, he pulled the trigger, smiling calmly looking at the guy.
*click* nothing happened. He leaned over and placed the gun in his opponent hands, shortly grabbing onto him. “Good luck” he whispered smiling in such a way that all certainty disappeared, leaving his ‘friend’ scared to death once more. And with shaking hands he raised the gun, closing his eyes tightly and pulled the trigger.
*click* nothing happened. He sighted in relief and quickly gave Riddler the gun back. And just as before he raised the run with no doubt, didn’t flinch nor take his eyes away from his opponent.
*click* nothing happened. He gave the gun back.
*click* nothing happened.
*click* nothing.
The Riddler slowly leaned in on the guy, smilling widely. “You lose” he said. But then got up and started walking to the exit. “Come Harley, let’s find a more interesting thing to do.” He said as he placed the gun on a table, leaving his opponent scared to death, and with tears starting to run down his cheeks. He had died… and survived…
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Post by Mad Girl on Oct 11, 2012 7:35:29 GMT -5
Harley watches the gun pass from one man to the other with an increasing interest the more times the trigger is pulled. At the end, it seems, no one is getting blown to bits. “What a dud.” Harley says with a discontented sigh. She picks up the gun and opens the chamber, checking it, and spins it again, pointing it out randomly and pulling the trigger. This time a bullet escapes and it ricochets into someone’s leg with a loud screech of pain. Harley giggles “Whoopsie.” And then tucks the gun back where it belongs. She skips out after the Riddler.
“So what now? Wanna catch the bus downtown?” It’s hard to say what Harley means by this. It could be anything from hijacking a bus to downtown three towns over to literally getting on the bus and taking a ride a few blocks over. When Harley Quinn was in the mood to play she did so on a scale of mass chaos. Some might even say it was a good thing that the Joker keeps her so preoccupied. But that too was an explosive sort of situation.
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Post by The Riddler on Oct 16, 2012 15:19:15 GMT -5
Without as much as looking back the Riddler continued out of the club, leaving relived people being. People who just had seen death in the eye... Death… It had a nice ring to it. And well he was Death –among other things. Edwards was a lot of things and only the best of all, and obviously something you didn’t see often. No one was as perfect in anything as him.
He pushed open the door, holding it for Harley, smiling widely at her words. “Yes… The bus… It has been way to long since I last used to bus” he replied followed by a short grin and started strolling down the street.
He seemed to grow the more people was staring at him, and even more when they pulled away from him in fear. It was a sign that he had not been forgotten, or one of his late actions had made them remember his name. Hopefully it would stay that way for a loooong time, otherwise it would be a painful second reminder.
“So Harley, is there anywhere special you want to go, perhaps a little dinner… On my account” he looked at her with a gentle smile, looking like a real gentleman – in a costume though.
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