09-03-2013, 05:23 AM
"So, storm trooper, huh?" Joker asked, mostly to himself. He was loitering near the rear line of the white armor-clad soldiers, trying to look inconspicuous. "It just so happens that I might be in the market for a new line of work." He was talking specifically to the soldier in the far corner of the ranks, and being ignored by everyone else. The storm trooper he was speaking to was making head movements to glance at him. "I've been in a couple storms in my day, and I've been known to, as you youngin's might say...'troop' it up. I could be a storm trooper, right?"
The man in front of him didn't say anything. Instead, he moved into a firmer position of 'attention', as if he was deliberately trying to ignore The Joker.
"I mean, the benefits have to be pretty nice, right?" He continued on. "What kind of deal do you get on dental? It has to be better then those guys." He looked down the ranks of storm troopers to the 'other' side. On the side Joker was on was a nearly formulated rank of clean, bright storm troopers, covered head to toe in thick white armor. But on the opposite side of the tiny group in the middle was a gaggle (heh, gaggle) of dirty looking soldiers in much more primitive looking gear. Not that they didn't look equally dangerous - Joker always had a thing for the 'ugly' look on people. But there was something to be said about 'perception is everything.' "You would think that with people running around with metal armor and lasers, you'd go ahead and put horseback on the backburner, eh?"
At first, he got no response. Joker looked mildly annoyed, curling his mouth to the side as he scrunched up his face. But then the storm trooper turned to the left to look at the scarred face of this Prime that was speaking to him. His voice was metallic, like a robot through the mask. "It's all different here," the soldier answered. "Swords are just as strong as a laser or a bullet."
"Oh, really now?" Joker took another look at the little group in the middle of the organized mobs. "Still, you have to give them points for fashion. Swords or not, there's always something to be said about the dirty, grimy look." He then turned his attention to the storm trooper in front of him. "You ever think about filing a complaint with HR about these uniforms? White is so last season." He then took a moment to brush his gloves hands down his fancy, purple and yellow striped jacket. "I don't expect you to look as fabulous as me right off the bat, but you could at least try to impress a potential co-worker."
The storm trooper actually took a moment to look the lanky individual up and down. He had never seen anyone quite so...strange. He had these shiny black shoes and a make-shift business suit on, but the shoes were pointy-tipped and the suit was striped in these strange colors. He had a colorful flower on the breast pocket of his jacket, as well as white gloves covering his hands. His face was the strangest of all: bright white, as if he had make-up on, green poofy hair and two ugly scars on the sides of his mouth - still stained red as if it had never been washed.
"Quite dashing, wouldn't you agree?" The Joker asked, following a 'Superman' pose with his wrists on his hips, chest puffed out. "Doesn't it just scream 'sophisticated?'
But all the storm trooper could muster in response was: "How did you get those scars?"
At first, The Joker was surprised. Even the soldier next to him had to take a look, proving that he had been eavesdropping the whole time. Of everything that the soldier could said, asked or did...why did he have to bring up the scars? Then the look of shock faded to this big, almost scary smile across the painted face of The Joker. "You want to know how I got these scars?" He pointed with his covered index finger at his lip, right over what used to be a slick cut across his face. "It was from my father, you see. He was a champion dart player. He used to practice around my head, to hone his skills. And one day, well, he had a little bit too much to drink and..." His smile faded for a moment. The Joker's eyes twinkled. The storm trooper's head turned to the side as he sensed emotion coming from his strange man. "The dart sliced right through my lip. Can you believe it?"
The storm trooper brought a hand up to the shoulder of The Joker. "I'm so-"
"And do you want to know the worst part?!" Joker practically shouted, his eyes suddenly filling up with rage. He showed his yellow teeth, snarling in anger as he told his story. "He didn't even win! He scarred me for life and he didn't even win the damn game!"
"R-really?" Was all the soldier could blurt out.
Joker had deteriorated from rage to sobbing against the metallic shoulder of the storm trooper. Then he looked up, into what he assumed at the eyes of the storm trooper and smiled - smiled with tears still forming in his red pupils. "Nope!"
Just as quick as he had changed from mood to mood, The Joker pulled one of his purple-handled pistols out of the inside pocket of his pin-striped jacket and held it to the forehead of the stormtrooper. Before the unnamed gunman could say anything, Joker blasted a hole right into his helmet, in one side and out the other. Blood spat out of the back of his head as he fell back. As he crumbled to the ground, out of ranks, the storm trooper that had been previously eavesdropping turned to the side. No other soldier even so much as blinked at the ridiculous story that was being shouted behind them. Joker looked to the shocked trooper and put a finger to his lips. "Sssshhh," he insisted. "He's trying to sleep."
The storm trooper took a second to process the fact that the fancy looking pistol was being waved in front of his face, and then turned to look forward, as if nothing had happened.
It took about five minutes for Joker to return from his trek to the fountain. When he stepped up to his spot in the formation, he was noticeably skinnier then every other storm trooper (who, he realized, was all the exact same height and weight). But aside from that, he looked like every other storm trooper you might ever see - save for the green hair coming out of the helmet, the leather gloves fingers, the flower on the chest or maybe the tall, black pointy shoes.
"Hey," Joker whispered to his new storm trooper buddy. "I'm Bob. What kind of dental benefits do we get?"
The man in front of him didn't say anything. Instead, he moved into a firmer position of 'attention', as if he was deliberately trying to ignore The Joker.
"I mean, the benefits have to be pretty nice, right?" He continued on. "What kind of deal do you get on dental? It has to be better then those guys." He looked down the ranks of storm troopers to the 'other' side. On the side Joker was on was a nearly formulated rank of clean, bright storm troopers, covered head to toe in thick white armor. But on the opposite side of the tiny group in the middle was a gaggle (heh, gaggle) of dirty looking soldiers in much more primitive looking gear. Not that they didn't look equally dangerous - Joker always had a thing for the 'ugly' look on people. But there was something to be said about 'perception is everything.' "You would think that with people running around with metal armor and lasers, you'd go ahead and put horseback on the backburner, eh?"
At first, he got no response. Joker looked mildly annoyed, curling his mouth to the side as he scrunched up his face. But then the storm trooper turned to the left to look at the scarred face of this Prime that was speaking to him. His voice was metallic, like a robot through the mask. "It's all different here," the soldier answered. "Swords are just as strong as a laser or a bullet."
"Oh, really now?" Joker took another look at the little group in the middle of the organized mobs. "Still, you have to give them points for fashion. Swords or not, there's always something to be said about the dirty, grimy look." He then turned his attention to the storm trooper in front of him. "You ever think about filing a complaint with HR about these uniforms? White is so last season." He then took a moment to brush his gloves hands down his fancy, purple and yellow striped jacket. "I don't expect you to look as fabulous as me right off the bat, but you could at least try to impress a potential co-worker."
The storm trooper actually took a moment to look the lanky individual up and down. He had never seen anyone quite so...strange. He had these shiny black shoes and a make-shift business suit on, but the shoes were pointy-tipped and the suit was striped in these strange colors. He had a colorful flower on the breast pocket of his jacket, as well as white gloves covering his hands. His face was the strangest of all: bright white, as if he had make-up on, green poofy hair and two ugly scars on the sides of his mouth - still stained red as if it had never been washed.
"Quite dashing, wouldn't you agree?" The Joker asked, following a 'Superman' pose with his wrists on his hips, chest puffed out. "Doesn't it just scream 'sophisticated?'
But all the storm trooper could muster in response was: "How did you get those scars?"
At first, The Joker was surprised. Even the soldier next to him had to take a look, proving that he had been eavesdropping the whole time. Of everything that the soldier could said, asked or did...why did he have to bring up the scars? Then the look of shock faded to this big, almost scary smile across the painted face of The Joker. "You want to know how I got these scars?" He pointed with his covered index finger at his lip, right over what used to be a slick cut across his face. "It was from my father, you see. He was a champion dart player. He used to practice around my head, to hone his skills. And one day, well, he had a little bit too much to drink and..." His smile faded for a moment. The Joker's eyes twinkled. The storm trooper's head turned to the side as he sensed emotion coming from his strange man. "The dart sliced right through my lip. Can you believe it?"
The storm trooper brought a hand up to the shoulder of The Joker. "I'm so-"
"And do you want to know the worst part?!" Joker practically shouted, his eyes suddenly filling up with rage. He showed his yellow teeth, snarling in anger as he told his story. "He didn't even win! He scarred me for life and he didn't even win the damn game!"
"R-really?" Was all the soldier could blurt out.
Joker had deteriorated from rage to sobbing against the metallic shoulder of the storm trooper. Then he looked up, into what he assumed at the eyes of the storm trooper and smiled - smiled with tears still forming in his red pupils. "Nope!"
Just as quick as he had changed from mood to mood, The Joker pulled one of his purple-handled pistols out of the inside pocket of his pin-striped jacket and held it to the forehead of the stormtrooper. Before the unnamed gunman could say anything, Joker blasted a hole right into his helmet, in one side and out the other. Blood spat out of the back of his head as he fell back. As he crumbled to the ground, out of ranks, the storm trooper that had been previously eavesdropping turned to the side. No other soldier even so much as blinked at the ridiculous story that was being shouted behind them. Joker looked to the shocked trooper and put a finger to his lips. "Sssshhh," he insisted. "He's trying to sleep."
The storm trooper took a second to process the fact that the fancy looking pistol was being waved in front of his face, and then turned to look forward, as if nothing had happened.
It took about five minutes for Joker to return from his trek to the fountain. When he stepped up to his spot in the formation, he was noticeably skinnier then every other storm trooper (who, he realized, was all the exact same height and weight). But aside from that, he looked like every other storm trooper you might ever see - save for the green hair coming out of the helmet, the leather gloves fingers, the flower on the chest or maybe the tall, black pointy shoes.
"Hey," Joker whispered to his new storm trooper buddy. "I'm Bob. What kind of dental benefits do we get?"
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