((I think I will take out the night wing thing for now, and just make Terri 21 if that works. Plus I think someone should be Joker, he is one of the best villians, and a favorite of mine.))

Terri Walker sat in her apartment typing at her lap top, having hacked into the corriners emails to the police. The news about the latest victim to the unknown illness. She need to know the symptoms. Sighing she closed the lap top and turned the tv off. The emails weren't going through at the moment. Streaching she made her way to the couch and floped down, grabbing her pillow and fell into a fitfull sleep filled with mad laughter.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: I'm mostly getting worried about our Batman still. Been a few days and he/she hasn't posted. If that doesn't follow through we might be in a bit of trouble. If it's ok with you Doctors_Girl i'd enjoy having a scene about Terri's dream with ya, me playing more random elements fort he moment. Incase anyone hasn't noticed I have tons of free time and love to interact as much as possible.

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As she slept Terri dreamt. She was in a long hallway, the walls coverd in mirrors like a fun house, but showing parts of her life. Parts she wanted to forget. She was running, laughter following her. It wasn't hers, and it wasn't sane. She reache the end to find a door, small like for a child. Opening it and crawling through she was horrified to find her self in an outfit she had long be rid of, and be fore her was the reason for her horrors.

((how was that for now?))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

He looked up and smiled at her...
He always smiled. That wide grin that showed of a seires of discolored teeth. Soft mocking snicker's emited from the blood red lips. And rocking ever so calmly was her reason for horror, her fear looked back at her. The cold white flesh, the slimy green hair. The joker.

His eyes gleamed wide with intent though it is doubtful anyone would desire to know the thoughts of the mad man. He was swaying in an old rocking chair dressed in night robes and glasses which hung on the tips of his nose. In his hand was a childs story book.

"WEEEEEE!!" screamed the joker as he rocked back violently in the chair then sprung forward onto his feet. "Looks like little Terri came to vist her Good old uncel J! Come over here Kiddo and give you're favorite clown a hug!" He stretched his arms out wide but the look in his eye said that hugging was probably the last thing he wanted to do.

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(Yeah, Joker has come to play. )

Terri stood up and backed away horrified. "No." She saw the book on the ground. "What book is that? She asked trying to get the Joker to stop looking at her that way. She pointed, "What story have you Tainted?" She asked afraid of the answer, one she seemed to already know. The Clown loved to toy with her mind, and mind of others.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

In an over exagherated manner The Joker put his hands on the side of his face and gasped. "What's the matter Kiddo! You don't look to happy to see me!" A wide mischevious grin crawled across his sickly face. Reaching behind his back he pulled out a large cutting knife. "I know what you need!" He raised the tip of the blade to his left cheek and traced his morbid grin over to the right side of his face. "A nice BIG smile."

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Simple minded,
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Terri opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. The blood and knife. She hated him, she hated the Joker for what he did to her. She turned and ran, soon she knew she was being followed, her legs felt like rubber the more she ran, soon the laughter filled her ears.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

The door slammed behind Terri and then it started. Slowly at first, a deep toaned laughter between clenched teeth. Almost like he was trying to hold it in, keep it burried in his belly until exploded. A subtle chuckle that slowly followed her down the hall. Then a hissed laughing came from his nose as he covered his mouth to hold it in longer. And sundenly the lights went out, the entire hall feel into a thick darkness...

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Simple minded,
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Terri felt the fear fill her soul, the darkness, it was always there. Some where she knew he was watching, waiting to get her. She waited, listening, where would he be coming from?

((Just so you know, I will be gone for the next three days.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

OOC: Sadness! We will have to make this dream sequnce the best then.

The sounds of muffled laughter continue to ring out in the blackned halls. Bouncing around the inside of young terri's mind till at last all is silent. Not so much as a breath can be heard from the clown. A moment or two passess to properly build the suspense...

"Marco." The voice seems so faded at first. A soft whisper comming from the end of the hall. "Marco." it grows closer. "Marco!" agitated his voice picks up, raspy and loosing patience.

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And there, admidst the rubble of things we as people disreguard in life was a limp figure. His back was pressed against the brick wall of the ally as he sat curled up quite cold on the damp pavement. He smelt like mixture of filth and trash, this was probably due to the fact that he had spent the past month eating all the horrors that the dumpster buffet could offer, but hey it was all you could eat.
Yes worn and tattered, dirty, greyed, unshaven and bare footed Luke Hammels stirred from his deep sleep at the sound of voices. He peered out from behind the silver cans he had come to call home. Imeaditly a bitter chill greeted him as he awoke. The swollen purple eyes watched the fat man and his shiny shoes.

'Those are some nice shoes.' thought the homeless man to himself. His own toes wiggled underneath a few meger stacks of newspaper. 'yeah them some really nice warm shoes.' With these longing thoughts he rested his head back against the wall and dreamnt of things like avgolemono soup.

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((I was able snag a bit of time.))

Terri breathed hard. 'Polo.' she tried to say, she tried again and again until she felt she was screaming. "POLO!!"

She sat up in on the couch, how long had she been out. How long had the nighmare really taken.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

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OOC: Well as you all may have noticed our Batman dropped out before she got a post in. On the plus side perhapes the sight of a still fresh Bat will attract new people quickly. So to all you Comic fans out there we need a new Batman, one dedicated and quite knowledgeable of the Character.

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In an utmost content manner the dusky little cat sat upon the pavement and swished it's tail back and forth. It opened it's mouth to meow but decided it would be best not to. The funny little man frightened it somewhat. But that big cat, she was quite lovely and smelled very friendly. So very gracefully the dirty ball of fur got to its feet and moved closer behind the cat lady and nuzzled her shiney boot.

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Simple minded,
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