Role Play Board: ...Evaluation...

...Evaluation...

Posted by Joker on 9/17/2008, 1:38 am
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---Gotham City: July 4, 2005. 10:43 p.m.---

"We're coming to you live in downtown Gotham City where an apparent attack on Saint Joseph Medical Hospital has left the building burning, and the citizens of Gotham in complete terror. As you can see behind me, there is utter chaos as rescue workers and employees are rushing to save the lives of all personal in the building. All we know at this point about the carnage is that C4 had been planted at different locations in and around the building. At exactly 10:00 tonight, the bombs exploded causing the building to catch fire, and now is slowly crumbling to the ground. Officials estimate that as of now, more than 100 people have perished inside the building, and many more are severely injured. More innocent lives are sure to be lost before the night is out. Rescue workers simply cannot get to everybody inside, as many are still trpped in the building. It is hard to stand here and watch all the injured and dead being brought out, and listen to the screams of those still trapped inside. We will keep you updated as we more info about this horendous attack that has turned Independence Day, into a complete nightmare. Our hearts and prayers go out to the victims and their families. I'm Carmen Moore reporting live...."

---Gotham City Police Headquarters.The Next Day---

Commisioner Gordon reluctantly makes his way to the podium at the front of the hall. Reporters and enraged citrizens are everywhere, hungry for answers. He steps up to the podium and the room goes completely silent. He calmly waits a moment and then begins.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman. The attack that occured last night was and still remains both shocking and horendous. I want to assure you all that every measure is being taken to capture and arrest those responsible. I will now answer any questions you have."

He scans the crowd of hands and points at one.

"Commisioner Gordon, can you give us any details about the person or persons responsible for the attack."

"Well earlier this morning, we launched a full investigation into the incident. We've had numbers of teams searching through the rubble of the now destroyed hospital for any clues...and we have recovered something."

Gordon reaches down and then holds up and slightly torn piece of paper. The paper appears to have writing on it.

"This was found folded up and placed inside the mouth of a security guard found already dead at the scene. Now the shicking thing about this, is that it was meant for us to find. Wriiten on it is a note... to all Gotham City. I'll just let you read it for yourselves."

Gordon reaches to his side and turns on a projector that projects an image of the piece of paper on the wall behind him. There are only a few words scribbled on the paper. Silently, the enitre room reads the note.

Citizens of Gotham City:
THIS-IS-ONLY-THE-BEGINNING!

Everyone has a look of horror on their face as they read. The, everyone takes notice to something taped to the bottom of the letter...a Joker card.

---Arkham Asylum: Present Day---

The walls of the asylum looked as though they were rotting away. Mildew and mold covered them. They air was dreary, and smelled of a horrible ordor. It was always dark too. Nearly pitch black excpet for the few overhead lights that dangled from the ceiling and flickered on and off. The thought of sane man living in this environment was unthought of. Then again, those living here weren't sane...not even close. Over in the C-Wing of the asylum, may have sat the craziest of all who called Arkham Asylum, "home".

The Joker sat quietly in his cell, wrapped in a straight jacket. He barely ever moved, and never spoke. He'd sit with his head down in deep thought, almost in a trance-like state. No one ever knew what he was thinking. In fact, most were too scared to even enter his cell. The blank stare he held sent chills down the spine of all those who watched him. The nurses of Arkham swear that sometimes when they'd slip his food try through the cell door opening, they'd see him staring at them with an evil smile across his face. Then, with a blink of their eye, he was back in his tranced state, not even looking at them. This is what the Joker thrived on however...their fear. It gave him a sick feeling of enjoyment to know that he had gotten into their heads and he sensed the terrifying fear they had of him. OH yes... He absolutely loved it.

Now, Joker could hear voices outside his cell door and soon enough the door swung open, and two guards stepped in. He remained motionless and undisturbed as they approached him.

"Hey freak, stand up," he heard one of them say, "it's time for your monthly evaluation. And don't screw around with us either. You may have everyone else scared around here, but I'd being willing to slit your throat if they'd let me. Now get up!"

Still, the Joker remain motionless.

"Well Greg," the other guard started, "looks like we're gonna have to get his ass moving ourselves."

With that both guards reached down and each grabbed an arm. They tugged the Joker to his feet. He made no resistance as they roughly dragged him out of the cell. They placed him on a cart with leather straps and tightly strapped him down. After some more wise cracks from the both of them, Officer Greg starting pushing the cart down the dark hallway, with the other guard at his side. They pushed the cart around the asylum for a few minutes, still harrassing the Joker as they went along. He payed no attention though. Finally they stopped outside a room with a door that had a glass window on it.

"Here we are freak," said Officer Greg as he reached out and kcocked loudly on the door. "I swear they should of given you the electric chair when they had the chance instead of sending you here. Im getting tired of tending to your ass.But i guess watching you rot in here isn't all that bad either."

With that, the Joker's eyes suddenly focused on the guard so fast that it startled him. Now a large smile grew across his dirty face.

"Officer Greg," Joker spoke softly, but his voice was still so eerie and chilling. "How is your family doing? You wife, Eva, and your daughter, Mia? She's turning twelve this month, isn't she?" Joker stared now at the horrific look on Officer Greg's face.

"Wha..."

"Oh yes. I've heard you talk about them many times outside of me cell. Are they doing okay? It would be such a shame if something...bad were to happen to them wouldnt you say? Although watching them scream might just make my day."

"You motherfu-"

"That'll be all!" A man in a long white coat stood in the doorway now, obviously listening to the conversation between the Joker and the guard. "Thatnk you for your assistance Officer Greg and John. You may go now."

Officer John had to hold Greg to stop him from getting his hands on the Joker. With much difficulty, he dragged him back and they both walked back down the hall, yelling at each other. The man in the white coat now pushed the Joker into the room and closed the door. The room was very small, but its features were not much different from the rest of the asylum. There was a small table in the room and one chair. The man wheeled Joker to the backside of the table and then pushed a lever which made the top of the cart sit upright. The Joker and the man were now face to face. The man looked over Joker for a few seconds and then took a seat in the chair at the table. The room was dimmly lit but Joker was able to see the man pull out a clipboard and a pen. He wrote down some notes and then stared back at Joker.

"Now, my name is Doctor Carlson and I'll be evaluating you this evening." The Joker said nothing. He just stared blankly at the man. "Well lets start with some simple questions then. Can you tell me your name?"

No answer.

"I see. How about the date?" Still no answer. Doctor Carlson jotted down more notes on his clipboard. "You know, we can't make any progress if you don't say anything. Well then let's examine you behavior here at Arkham. Says here that you're rarely communicative or responsive to anyone or anything. Why is that?"

Joker still gave no answer. He could now sense the slight fear in the eyes of Doctor Carlson. This is exactly what he wanted. Joker now knew that he was in control. He continued to stare at the doctor who was now getting irritated with him.

With a sigh, Carlson spoke again, "Well obviously this was a mistake. We're getting no where. Just one more question however. Tell me, how do you feel about the destruction you caused three years ago when you burned down that hospital. Don't you eel any remorse at all for your actions that day?"

With that, Joker began to laugh histerically. It was loud, evening deafening. It echoed in the small room and Doctor Carlson began to panic.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!"

Joker continued laughing, louder and louder. Doctor Carlson covered his ears with his hands and continued to scream. Joker didn't let up. He was driving Carlson mad. Carlson stood up and lunged around the room, trying desperately to get the laugh of the Joker out of his head. It gre louder, and louder until finally he couldn't deal with it. He ran for the door and whipped it open. in a matter of seconds he was down the hall, still screaming and covering his ears. Now the Joker's laugh faded away. He knew he had won. Two different guards appeared at the door, reluctant to enter the room. Now they would take him back to his cell, where he could wait out the days until his escape....