The Joker was taking refuge within a rundown and abandoned house, that honestly seemed to be deteriorating by the second. The horrid smell of dirt and dust infiltrated his nostrils harshly. But he didn't mind. Not one bit. He felt as if he had really earned this moment of peace, some time away from the "Wild Wasteland" for the night. The quality of things currently didn't really bother him. It was funny, really. The entire world was at the bottom of the pit, in a seemingly endless state of dystopia and anarchy. Life in this state was truly suited for him.
The Joker knew that civilization would soon collapse. That the 'civilized' people, when the chips were down, would eat each other. He was right. Right all along.
He was seated on a rusty chair, cleaning the fresh blood from his trusty Bowie knife with his cloth. The clown had only been taking accommodation within this wreck of a house for the past night, using it as a temporary hideout. Mainly because The Joker took it upon himself to kill a few Fiends... Brutally. Mostly for fun. This had a big backlash, though. He now had a target on his back, and the Fiends were looking for vengeance for all the lives The Joker had taken from their crew of insane junkies. The Joker found his whole role as a 'fugitive' rather fun, and amusing. Being chased by people who seemed to be even more mentally unstable then he was. The Joker found it incredibly exciting.
He glanced over at the items spewed out on the table in front of him, various miscellaneous objects were laid out. Standing out from the bunch was a radio, at first glance it was nothing special, but it abruptly let out a squeak of a fuzzy, inaudible voice. Curious, The Joker bent the antenna on the radio, fiddling with it, until he could get a clear signal. He pushed everything else off the table aside with his foot as he stretched his legs onto it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our program. This is Mr. New Vegas, and each and every one of you is wonderful in your own special way."
The Joker chuckled to himself, "Mmm, tell me something I don't know."
"Now, I'm sure you're all aware of the band of raiders that are most commonly known as the 'Fiends'. Citizens of Outer Vegas are flocking to the Strip in droves amid a wave of terror caused by the raiders. Those who can afford passports say that the added security is well worth the price of admission, and strongly urge all of you to take shelter in New Vegas if you can. Keep that in mind, folks. This is Mr. New Vegas, and that's all for tonight. And here's a wonderful song to keep your minds at ease... Stars of the Midnight Range, Shiiiiining through the night..."
The Joker put his head back at ease and closed his eyes, listening to the calming tune. "New Vegas, huh?..." He inquired to himself brazenly, falling into a deep sleep.
"... Stars of the midnight range... Liiighhtt my way tonight..."
A sudden bang suddenly made The Joker jump in shock, falling off the chair he was about to fall asleep on. He murmured to himself in frustration as he tightly gripped on his Bowie Knife with his gloved hand, licking his lips in excited anticipation. Whoever 'opened' the door obviously hadn't made the effort to come in stealthily.
He stood up quietly, walking slowly down the hallway, keeping an anticipated eye open for anyone feeling lucky who had dared entered upon his current home. He stood there quietly, his brown eyes scanning the dark room that once appeared to be a living room. He craned his neck to the left. Nothing. And to the right. Nothing. The atmosphere was almost chilling, but The Joker found it... Exhilarating.
He could hear the loud exhales of someone slowly walking towards him, he snapped his head forward and found himself on the receiving end of a Varmint Rifle. Without warning, The Joker smacked the rifle out of the invaders hand, a large 'BANG' echoing throughout the house as he did so, narrowly missing his head as he charged at the invader with full force, both of the men tumbling out the front door of the house and collapsing to the ground, dirt erupting from below as The Joker and the Invader scuffled, the invader with bulging eyes wriggling around wildly, trying to get of out of The Joker's reach.
The Joker threw a vicious punch towards the intruder, but his punch was blocked, and the invader retorted with an equally vicious punch, causing The Joker to grunt in pain as he fell off the invader, leaving him face forward in a pile of dirt. This only made The Joker grin. The invader quickly ran for the Varmint Rifle that had been knocked out of his hand previously, and The Joker slowly got up. Not in a hurry at the slightest. "Go on, go on," The Joker teased. "Get the Rifle. GET IT!"
The invader sprinted towards the rifle, anxiously fumbling with it as he picked it up. He aimed at The Joker and poorly shot, the bullet not even close to hitting him. The Joker slowly approached him. It was as if the invader was too drugged up to do anything right. The invader once again put his finger on the trigger, his shaking hands unable to make him aim properly. He once again pulled the trigger, missing once again. The Joker sported a sheepish grin, and with a laugh, he swung his fist towards the invader, knocking him to the ground.
"Ahh," He licked his lips, "Now you've messed up, haven't you?" The Joker gripped on his Bowie Knife and lunged it towards the Invader's leg, digging itself into his flesh, a spur of blood springing out of his leg as the man screamed out in pain. The Joker then dragged the knife up and down through the man's flesh, a stifled cry loudly flaring from within. The invader's hands instinctively digging into The Joker's hand, leaving deep nail marks. The Joker snorted.
"Now, let's-let's see, uh, see who you are, shall we?..."
The Joker hadn't exactly had the time to identify who the man was beforehand, but now at a closer glance, he instantly knew which faction he belonged to. The Fiends. It didn't necessarily surprise him. After all, he did kill them... A lot of them.
"So... Out for revenge, mm?" The Joker mocked, slowly taking out the Bowie Knife from the Fiend's leg. "I think you and I are going to have some fun together, don't you think?" The Joker proceeded to turn his knife upside down and hit him in the temple with the butt of his knife. Rendering the Fiend unconscious. "Plenty... Of fun."