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Sep 13 2015, 10:08 PM
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show me the way to go home i'm tired and I want to go to bed
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Joker didn’t exactly care for Boulder City. She’d never liked coming here, but she did none the less. Nothing great was happening; Joker stopped in because it was safe territory on the way back to Red Mile. She needed some gas for the truck, just to make sure she could make it back without any trouble. Nothing sucked worse than being a couple miles short on gas and having to not only walk the rest of the way, but to walk all the way back out to put gas in the tank.<p>

It was getting late though, and Joker was starting to run on empty. Not so much that she was lagging, but there in the back of her mind she could feel the pull of sleep starting to nag at her. Joker didn’t sleep well most nights to begin with, so when the need struck it usually wasn’t wise to ignore it, but there was still potential fun to be had. Joker’s undeniable problem of not wanting to miss anything ever.<p>

She wandered in the direction of an inn that rented out rooms by the night, and not just the hour, her truck safe and sound. It was in a Savage compound she didn’t feel particularly welcome in as a person, but they were obligated to keep the truck for her nonetheless because she was family. She ignored the people selling their wares, in most cases themselves, not bothering to answer them yes or no. Well no. It was always no. Joker wasn’t a whore, and she didn’t pay for them either. If she couldn’t get laid on her own merit then she didn’t get laid. She wasn't very upset by it though.<p>

Her eyes were flitting from building to building, person to person… when it happened…<p>

At first she wasn’t consciously aware of why her heart had stopped, and consequently the rest of her body. Then it clicked though as she found the face in the crowd again. His face.<p>

Osiris.<p>

She remembered him.<p>

Of course she remembered him.<p>

Ducking through the crowd Joker hoped she wasn’t too obvious before this. She walked between people closer to the stands that started to pop up. The few actual goods there were to be sold in Boulder here and there. Some food. Some other things. She wasn’t interested though. She couldn't help but watch the large man ten or so feet away. Like how one might watch bees after getting stung by one. Being fascinated by what the thing that hurt you…<p>

Left you behind…<p>

Joker needed to know what he was doing here…<p>

She had to know.<p>

So she followed behind him as carefully as she could, but she felt like she was vibrating because of all all the adrenaline that flooded her system. It was probably made worse by being tired just moments before like everything under her skin was buzzing.<p>

It’s probably because Joker really wanted to run. She just couldn’t make herself flee yet. Not just yet. It would come. She could feel it, but first she wanted to see him. She’d wanted to play with him so badly before, the want wasn’t completely gone just yet. It didn't mean she wanted to be seen just yet.


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Sep 5 2015, 10:01 PM
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About a year ago Joker got in a shit ton of trouble and this man here let her out of it. She'd gone out on one of her usual outings to steal whatever she was after at the time. Something shiny, something important, something that was needed, this, or that, but that's not what's important. Joker was alone much like she usually is and she was overtaken by a group of raiders, not her fellow savages she soon found out. She fought a good fight, and took down quite a few making sure everyone knew the machete she carried was not just for show. She remembers just going and going, and being quite amazed she wasn't dead yet. When they stopped coming for her Joker knew it wasn't because she'd won, more that she'd lost in a less physical way, guns pointed at her.<p>

After the ordeal of throwing down all her weapons, there was quite a few and she even joked about this taking a while, Joke moved to where she was told and knelt down. Her bloody hands wiped at her pants, and shirt, generally just getting blood everywhere as she grinned idly down at the sand, this is when he showed up. He was the head of this particular raiding party. He walked over and knelt down wiping at her face to get a look at her and something made Joke laugh, which made him smile, and Joker tried to make light of the situation, and he indulged her. However, then her hands went for his pockets, his weapons, and then things got out of hand.<p>

There was some hitting, and punching, and Joker was out for the count. When she woke up she was tied up and there was a fire going, and of course he was there. Nearby there were other fires with his remaining raiders around them. Joker being who she is generally tried to annoy him to death. She couldn't get to him though and even after she managed to get untied he just tackled her to the ground and things once more got out of hand. In the midst of their fighting things got heated and some dubiously consented to sex ensued.<p>

This time when she woke up her neck was covered in blood, sticky and drying, but she was alone, and no more scathed than when she'd last been awake...<p>

So Joke went back home to the savages not all entirely sure what happened.<p>

Him though, he let her go and only pretended to slit her throat in the middle of the night, for a reason of your choosing. Joker doesn't know the actual answer in any case. Despite their heated beginnings he's meant to be the calmer of this duo, someone who can calm Joke the fuck down. Joker's generally crazy, hyper, and doesn't know when to stop, and while he's not nice by any means he does have his shit together the vast majority of the time. It's possible he sees potential in Joker and for some odd reason wants to hone something in her but that's neither here nor there. I want him to show back up in Joker's life again. I'm liking the possibility that he could somehow join the Savages. Joke would never admit to anything happening, so no one would know he'd gone after one of their own. On the other hand he could have his own mini raiding party still, or even be a part of the reavers. it's all up to you honestly.<p>

His name is up to you as I've spent this whole time avoiding any name but Jokers, and his history at large is also open. I'd reeeeeallly like the faceclaim to be Jason Momoa, but I can be swayed just ask me first.

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Aug 31 2015, 11:15 PM
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She still loves his face</div></div> </div>
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I really fucked it up this time
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Today just wasn’t Joker’s day.<p>

She’d been off all day. It’s probably because she felt guilty. Joker had known it was wrong, she hadn’t meant to, but then she had it in her hand and then she’d already hidden it in her waistband under her shirt, and it was too late to just give it back in the moment. She had to give it back though… Cabrón was nice to her, she didn’t want to take his gun. He didn’t deserve to have it taken from him. He took good care of it, he obviously favored the gun. However going back to Cabrón with her tail tucked between her legs was not her only problem right now.<p>

The second problem was she’d bumped into someone, and for once it had been for real, while she was pacing around trying to decide what to do. Of course out of instinct her hand brushed his pocket, but it was empty. That was the important bit, so don’t forget it! It was <i>already</i> empty, but she was still blamed for that empty pocket when the man caught her arm, and now Joker was in trouble. She’d managed to get away, but that man was hot on her trail as she desperately looked for Cabrón.<p>

He wasn’t at his normal station in the Coliseum, either because he found he was missing his gun, or because he was simply taking a break, but he was not where she needed him! Joker pushed passed people, and took the long way around where the crowd wouldn’t budge. The man behind her was only slowed up a little being bigger than her, but he was still making good time because he was big and no one wanted to be barreled into by someone that size.<p>

Then she found him!<p>

Just like that!<p>

Thank whoever was listening, because Joker could feel all kinds of eyes on her and she’d have to lay off the coliseum for a while after this. <b>“Cabrón!”</b> Joker practically yelped latching onto him, her arms around his middle just seconds before the man chasing her could grab her. <b>“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Don’t let him get me!”</b> Joker of course knew how to use the machete strapped to her back, but she didn’t want to cause trouble like that here or she wouldn’t be able to visit Cabrón, or Pat, or Prism so easily! Then when Lilith sent her to give Cain messages she’d be noticed as more than the little sprite that couldn’t keep her hands to herself.<p>

He couldn’t be mad at her just yet!<p>

She needed help then he could be mad and yell and all that!<p>

Joke would still give him back his gun and all that.<p>

<b>“I didn’t take anything from him,”</b> Joker huffed, which also could have been the reason she didn’t know what to do with herself. If she had done it this would be a completely different thing, but she hadn’t. She’d like to have stolen from the guy if that meant she hadn’t accidently nicked Cabrón’s gun.

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Aug 5 2015, 10:25 PM
I hate to do this, but I'm going to be really slow and mostly MIA until school is back in session. For those of you that don't know I work at a preschool/daycare with the school age kids and life is immensely easier when they spend most of the day at real school. We're to the point of the summer where I want the kids to go back to school because I'm sick of seeing them for eight hours a day, in fact the amount of people I actually want to see for eight hours a day can probably be counted on one hand. Now my problem with the kids is mostly because they're sick of seeing each other and I'm sick of seeing them and they're sick of seeing me, so we're all driving each other crazy and it's tiring.

Worse I also have to get ready for the new school year because I have to decorate the room, and get everything back in order for all the new childrens that are going to kindergarten this year and won't know what they're doing, and clean ALL THE THINGS, which is harder than it sounds because I'm alone with 20 to 27 children who all want my attention and or need it because otherwise they start doing things they shouldn't. >.>

AND THERE'S MORE! ....

My best friend's mother had back surgery and so she has to spend most of her free time with her mom but when she can get away I want to spend time with her so she can unwind, and I need to relax too, so we're desperately trying to do things we want while we have time.

But in short I'm going to be in and out and really slow until at least August 24 when school goes in.

This is for Joker, Jak, and Angel.

I'M SORRY!
Jun 17 2015, 10:39 PM
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I'M WAKING UP
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Joker ran.<p>

Joker was not usually someone to run from her problems first thing, but this time was an exception. She ran until it felt like she was breathing copper and then she damn well ran some more. She was in Sloan working, but it wasn’t that she’d gotten caught with her fingers in the cookie jar, no something far worse.<p>

This was a game she’d already lost once, and she was not keen on losing again. Her strategy this time? Don’t play the game. She figured she couldn’t lose a game she wasn’t playing so she ran. Sloan was big there were a ton of people she was weaving in and out of, but it didn’t feel like enough so Joker kept going.<p>

She could still remember going back to the savages and them muttering about something happening to her. The looks ranging from concern to pity. There was a few who looked as though maybe she’d gotten what she deserved, but even then she noticed that when she didn’t quip at them their looks slowly melted to one of the others. She’d hated it and after cleaning herself up and sorting herself out she’d immediately left again to do the job she’d been sent out to do and then came back and bothered the living daylights out of everyone.<p>

<i>He</i> was here though.<p>

<i>He</i> was right there, and he was still as big as she remembered, and even still packing all her weapons Joker ran. She’d gotten away back then. She’d slipped her rope, and she was free until she very much wasn’t. Joke could remember exactly what it’d been like to find herself under him and she wasn’t interested in reviewing the whole slew of confusing fucked up things that occurred after that.<p>

Joker tossed a glance over her shoulder, but she couldn’t see him. The next alley some actual buildings made Joker darted down, her heart was still trying to run a marathon though and she slid to a stop, and right onto her knees even though she was wearing shorts and she could feel the sting of little rocks scratching her legs right up.<p>

<b>“Fuck me…”</b> She muttered to the dirt under her.


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