Post by Derange on Jun 7, 2012 2:20:14 GMT 1
(Heroes wait until we make it to the orphanage please. )
The Big Apple! The bright, crisp and glorious city of New York, that’s where our fond painted friend found himself on that particular evening. He enjoyed his trips to New York, it was an escape from the dismal and hazy place he dwelled. The Sun was setting and the night was ripe for the picking. He found himself on a cozy leather chair in the middle of a stranger’s house with the lights off, slowly tapping the arm of the chair as minutes passed. It was a well furnished place with the works; the owner surly had spent some pennies and nickels on the large apartment.
Derange was here to pay a young man a visit, someone that reminded him of a younger him, almost. He had a few soft spots yes and but he also had a hidden agenda, this fellow needed a stern talking to. He cracked a grin as he heard the front door jiggle from the key the man was placing in the door. The lights came on and a young man with black spiky hair, square glasses and a checkered shirt stumbled in slightly sauced, throwing his coat and keys across the room onto the couch, he rubbed his face and sighed.
Derange watched him while sitting in the corner waiting for him to notice something. The man didn’t notice him or anything off key for a moment until he saw his laptop was on, the password clearly written in the box. He stared at it for a second but quickly turned when he was addressed.
“Hello there, Ted. Did you have a good time at the club?”
The clown spoke from the corner with his arm resting up on the arm of the chair and he moved his fingers slowly up and down waving as he watched the guy. The young man jumped at the sight and sound of the colorful criminal sitting in his living room. He was startled but soon got an angry look on his face as to say who are you to break in on me, Derange already know this criminal was full of himself.
“Who, who the fuck are you! And why are you in my apartment! I’m going to call the police!” he yelled backing up towards the door, staring at the blue haired character who only crossed his legs and just continued to smile.
“Who am I? The name is Derange, I’m from that Big Banana called Gotham. You might have heard of me before. I’ve been on the news plenty of times, wanted for robbery, arsine, fraud, bombings, murder, bringing down businesses and people to high on their pedestal, and the usual felonies and chaotic incidents. You get the idea. Cops? HA! Don’t get the idea to bolt kid or anything stupid for that matter, I’m hear strictly on your behalf, I got some bones to pick with you and I really think you should stick around to hear what I got to say.”
He just looked at the kid and started tapping the arm of the chair.
“Ok, well what do you want with me, I’m just a normal guy. I don’t have muc…”
“Cut the cute act kid, you can’t fool me. I know everything about you, e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g… I know your little game. How many little scams do you have going at once, over a dozen a day? You might think you’re clever huh? You think you are good at what you do? Please. You know things catch up quick in this business if you aren’t careful.”
He began to elaborate as he folded his hands and leaned forward. The man stood there just staring at Derange as he was bewildered and looked around the room thinking it was a joke.
“What is this bullshit?!! Is this some sort of joke?”
“I’m Derange, not the Joker kid. I did my research on you, so please don’t try pulling wool, you’re already an embarrassment.”
“This is unbelievable. Really?! Who the fuck are you coming in here!”
He was still annoyed and wanted to get this clown out of his house. Derange then started going on.
“Take it from me, I’ve been there kid, the thrill of it, wanting to do more and more, bigger jobs, bigger gear, more suckers to con out a few more bucks. But you think it’s all a game. Well no matter how good you think you are at the gamble, you got to lose sometimes and in this line of work, you fall hard.”
“So what are you trying to save me for the slammer? I don’t need help from fools dressed in makeup! I know what I’m doing; I don’t need some crazy circus freak telling me how to run my life. I think you better leave.”
Derange laughed. “Kid the slammer is the least of your concerns right now. See I just saved your life. You think you can rip off morons online and snatch Grammy’s pocket book, ok fine. But you got to know the limit of the hole you’re digging kid! Now I could have just let it go but I’m a nice guy and I didn’t want to see what possible talent that you might have go down the crapper. I bet you don’t even keep track of your little scams, maybe you might remember a fellow name Marvin Clearfield. Had a hefty account which you cleared last week.”
He said and tapped his hands together and turned his head to the side.
“Yea I remember that one. Old man. A nice score. What you come to collect it back, you got to be kidding! I got it fare and square, you said it yourself, it’s all part of the game! You win some you lose some. Well he lost and I won. So I don’t care what you want back, you can go fuck yourself. And you can get out of my house before you end up in a gutter you fucking clown! I know people man! So you better be leaving if you know what is good for …”
The guy yelled at Derange as he walked up to him pointing. Derange was unmoved and was only irritated.
“Shut up! Now pay attention! Because this is where it gets serious on your part. You didn’t just steal from some blocked head. You stole from a block head that’s wanted and known for unthinkable and uncountable act of murder. And pal he isn’t happy. Known for mutilating his victims, an unhealthy case of rage, a merciless lust for blood and carnage, an undying thirst for revenge… only sums him up. And he has it out for you right this moment! You have no idea kid, no idea what this ‘little friend’ of mine has planned for you. He’s on his way in the city as we speak, in fact he could even be here and waiting at the back door. He’s got his mind set on slaughtering you in cold blood.”
“OMG. You got to be kidding me. Are you serious?!! No you’re lying.”
“That’s where I come in, if you don’t want to be smeared down the street then you better listen! You ever hear of a fellow named… Killer Croc. Seems you conned your little fishie and reeled in a whooper! Well it’s ironic because now you are the little worm who’s about to be dinner. Now you can trust me, go along with my plan; do what I tell you to and live. Or you can open the door and let me out. And you can hope Killer Croc doesn’t find you. Sure you can move, change your name and aliases and everything but once you feel right comfortable, that’s when he’ll rip you out of your bed and rip your head off.”
Derange finished and walked towards the door. He was waiting for the guy to decide as he made his way out. He smirked as the man stopped him desperately. He pulled out a black eye mask, gave it to him and told him to follow him.
"We are taking my ride. Stick with me, and I might just save your sorry butt from being Croc chow." Derange said, he would arrive downtown close to a bank.
The Big Apple! The bright, crisp and glorious city of New York, that’s where our fond painted friend found himself on that particular evening. He enjoyed his trips to New York, it was an escape from the dismal and hazy place he dwelled. The Sun was setting and the night was ripe for the picking. He found himself on a cozy leather chair in the middle of a stranger’s house with the lights off, slowly tapping the arm of the chair as minutes passed. It was a well furnished place with the works; the owner surly had spent some pennies and nickels on the large apartment.
Derange was here to pay a young man a visit, someone that reminded him of a younger him, almost. He had a few soft spots yes and but he also had a hidden agenda, this fellow needed a stern talking to. He cracked a grin as he heard the front door jiggle from the key the man was placing in the door. The lights came on and a young man with black spiky hair, square glasses and a checkered shirt stumbled in slightly sauced, throwing his coat and keys across the room onto the couch, he rubbed his face and sighed.
Derange watched him while sitting in the corner waiting for him to notice something. The man didn’t notice him or anything off key for a moment until he saw his laptop was on, the password clearly written in the box. He stared at it for a second but quickly turned when he was addressed.
“Hello there, Ted. Did you have a good time at the club?”
The clown spoke from the corner with his arm resting up on the arm of the chair and he moved his fingers slowly up and down waving as he watched the guy. The young man jumped at the sight and sound of the colorful criminal sitting in his living room. He was startled but soon got an angry look on his face as to say who are you to break in on me, Derange already know this criminal was full of himself.
“Who, who the fuck are you! And why are you in my apartment! I’m going to call the police!” he yelled backing up towards the door, staring at the blue haired character who only crossed his legs and just continued to smile.
“Who am I? The name is Derange, I’m from that Big Banana called Gotham. You might have heard of me before. I’ve been on the news plenty of times, wanted for robbery, arsine, fraud, bombings, murder, bringing down businesses and people to high on their pedestal, and the usual felonies and chaotic incidents. You get the idea. Cops? HA! Don’t get the idea to bolt kid or anything stupid for that matter, I’m hear strictly on your behalf, I got some bones to pick with you and I really think you should stick around to hear what I got to say.”
He just looked at the kid and started tapping the arm of the chair.
“Ok, well what do you want with me, I’m just a normal guy. I don’t have muc…”
“Cut the cute act kid, you can’t fool me. I know everything about you, e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g… I know your little game. How many little scams do you have going at once, over a dozen a day? You might think you’re clever huh? You think you are good at what you do? Please. You know things catch up quick in this business if you aren’t careful.”
He began to elaborate as he folded his hands and leaned forward. The man stood there just staring at Derange as he was bewildered and looked around the room thinking it was a joke.
“What is this bullshit?!! Is this some sort of joke?”
“I’m Derange, not the Joker kid. I did my research on you, so please don’t try pulling wool, you’re already an embarrassment.”
“This is unbelievable. Really?! Who the fuck are you coming in here!”
He was still annoyed and wanted to get this clown out of his house. Derange then started going on.
“Take it from me, I’ve been there kid, the thrill of it, wanting to do more and more, bigger jobs, bigger gear, more suckers to con out a few more bucks. But you think it’s all a game. Well no matter how good you think you are at the gamble, you got to lose sometimes and in this line of work, you fall hard.”
“So what are you trying to save me for the slammer? I don’t need help from fools dressed in makeup! I know what I’m doing; I don’t need some crazy circus freak telling me how to run my life. I think you better leave.”
Derange laughed. “Kid the slammer is the least of your concerns right now. See I just saved your life. You think you can rip off morons online and snatch Grammy’s pocket book, ok fine. But you got to know the limit of the hole you’re digging kid! Now I could have just let it go but I’m a nice guy and I didn’t want to see what possible talent that you might have go down the crapper. I bet you don’t even keep track of your little scams, maybe you might remember a fellow name Marvin Clearfield. Had a hefty account which you cleared last week.”
He said and tapped his hands together and turned his head to the side.
“Yea I remember that one. Old man. A nice score. What you come to collect it back, you got to be kidding! I got it fare and square, you said it yourself, it’s all part of the game! You win some you lose some. Well he lost and I won. So I don’t care what you want back, you can go fuck yourself. And you can get out of my house before you end up in a gutter you fucking clown! I know people man! So you better be leaving if you know what is good for …”
The guy yelled at Derange as he walked up to him pointing. Derange was unmoved and was only irritated.
“Shut up! Now pay attention! Because this is where it gets serious on your part. You didn’t just steal from some blocked head. You stole from a block head that’s wanted and known for unthinkable and uncountable act of murder. And pal he isn’t happy. Known for mutilating his victims, an unhealthy case of rage, a merciless lust for blood and carnage, an undying thirst for revenge… only sums him up. And he has it out for you right this moment! You have no idea kid, no idea what this ‘little friend’ of mine has planned for you. He’s on his way in the city as we speak, in fact he could even be here and waiting at the back door. He’s got his mind set on slaughtering you in cold blood.”
“OMG. You got to be kidding me. Are you serious?!! No you’re lying.”
“That’s where I come in, if you don’t want to be smeared down the street then you better listen! You ever hear of a fellow named… Killer Croc. Seems you conned your little fishie and reeled in a whooper! Well it’s ironic because now you are the little worm who’s about to be dinner. Now you can trust me, go along with my plan; do what I tell you to and live. Or you can open the door and let me out. And you can hope Killer Croc doesn’t find you. Sure you can move, change your name and aliases and everything but once you feel right comfortable, that’s when he’ll rip you out of your bed and rip your head off.”
Derange finished and walked towards the door. He was waiting for the guy to decide as he made his way out. He smirked as the man stopped him desperately. He pulled out a black eye mask, gave it to him and told him to follow him.
"We are taking my ride. Stick with me, and I might just save your sorry butt from being Croc chow." Derange said, he would arrive downtown close to a bank.