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( No summary this time? Oh shizz...=O I'm no good at them anyway )
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"You see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push!"
-Joker (Heath Ledger), The Dark Knight
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Diary Entry- Joker
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December 1
Abandoned (now) Apartment Building
Gotham, New York
Escaped for Arkham Asylum yesterday, and quite frankly it was much more entertaining then I had expected. I hadn't expected one little fire to cause so much random panic, but what do you know? It did!
On November twenty-nineth I had decided that will I have spent enough time here on the thirty-first. So what I did- which I must say was very clever of me- was to ask them if I could keep my eating utensils. I told the people who check on me that to preoccupy my time I would like to start a collection like some others had done before me. They were a bit hesitent about it, but told me I could as long as I didn't keep the knives. This was disappointing, mostly because I liked knives, but I agreed.
So yesterday, after deciding that I had collected enough I examined what I had gotten. Four forks and two spoons (Would have knives, but as said before, wasn't aloud them) is what I had recieved in just two days. I picked up two forks, cocking my head to the side as I stared at them. "These will do nicely, very nicely," I murmered to myself, tapping the tine of it and heading over to my small bed.
I rubbed them together vigorously, almost feeling them heat up in my hands. I grinned, knowing that it was working when I started to see small sparks. Eventually there was a greater one, and it jumped off onto my bed. Almost immediately the fabric started to smoke, then with a few more sparks went into flame. I took a few steps back and stuffed my hands into my pockets. It wa quite a nice fire, but it wasn't the flames I wanted...Well, not completely.
I shuffled up to the door and tapped on the small window where a guard stood next to. He peered inside with wide eyes and I jerked my my thumb back at the flames on my bed. "Uh, my bed's on fire," I told him, glancing back into my room then at him.
My door was unlocked and it swung open. The guard man stared at the bed baffled, then looked at me. His eyes asked 'What the hell?'. I shrugged and glanced at it again. "Don't go anywhere!" He told me, then went to attempt to smote the fire. I smirked and put my hands back into my pockets, starting causally down the hallway.
"Hey you!" A guard called, "Get back here!" I turned around and faced him, then looked around with a confused look on my face. I pointed to myself questioningly. "Yeah you! Get your crazy ass back here!"
"That was not very polite," I murmurered, wagging my finger at him. I turned around again and headed back down the hall. The guards heavy footsteps came closer, and when he was in reaching distance I spun around and grabbed him, taking out a fork and pointing it at his neck. I frowned, knowing that the scar story didn't really work with a fork, it was disappointing. "Guess I'll have to use that some other time," I mumbled with a sigh, then looked back at the man with a smile. "Say goodnight." With that I ended his life, stabbing his neck quite a few times with the fork.
I took his gun and began to whistle, taking down whoever threatened to stop me. I also released a few crazies, knowing all too well that it would wreak major havoc. Basically, the place was up in flames (Pretty much literally) by the time I got out.
Ah, how I love what I do!
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(Yes, quite short, but expect more soon! [From everything I'm over due on also] )