Post by The Dark Knight on Jan 29, 2008 17:52:47 GMT -5
Gerald woke up, stretching. He looked up towards the nearly-rotten door to his hotel room. It was kinda funny, actually. Each hotel room here in the slums had two dead bolts, a chain lock, and a normal lock in the doorknob, but the doors were always so shitty, a simple kick would get them open, anyway.
Shaking his head, the community-theater-actor-turned-criminal got dressed and unlocked the door. He didn't need to hide his face- today, he didn't look like Gerald Catty. He looked like an older, darker-skinned male- though his makeup was a little smeared, since he had not re-applied yet. He hadn't been surprised that the owner of the hotel had let him stay there without identification, after giving a little more incentive money for that exact purpose- it was the slums, after all, people would take money where they could get it. Gerald bought a newspaper from a kid on the corner, and quickly returned back to his hotel room.
Gerald murmured to himself. "Tssh.... the Two-Face stunt I pulled off gets front page...? No one even died! Let's see... let's see. Ah, here we are..." Gerald frowned. It was only a small snipet of an article!! Hardly half a page!
He quickly read the article about the deaths in Silver Hills, and read the main suspect, of course, was Gerald Catty. He skims down a little more, down to the end of the article, and frowns. "Police have no idea what may have triggered Catty into doing this...!? What the hell !! Did they NOT notice the newspaper laying -right- in the middle of the floor?! The one with the -horrible- review of Gotham Community Theater's 'Jekyll & Hyde'!?"
Catty was furious! He had gone to great lengths to sabatoge the play! That way, when he got bad reviews, it would look like -plenty- of motivation to snap! Hell, it would even give a reason for Two-Face to be his first new 'role'! "They... they didn't even MENTION that I'm an actor!! What the hell!?"
Frustrated, Gerald flung the paper across the room. "The TV... the news has got to have something." Gerald quickly grabbed the remote control off of the dresser, turning on the crappy little TV the hotel offered, and began flipping through channels frantically. Finally, he found what he was looking for- a report on the Silver Hills murders.
Luckily, the report had just started. The reporter had a very distinct voice... good. That would be fun to try. As the reporter continued the story, Gerald began to repeat the reporter- slowly, the echoeing voice began to sound more and more like that of the reporter. So far, it was all about how many bodies were found, how traumatized the children were, and questions of whether the neighborhood would recover.
"Come on, come on," Gerald said impatiently, finally getting bored with mocking the reporter's voice. "Yeah yeah, traumatized children, whatever. Get to the -important- part."
After a few more mintes, finally, the part Gerald was waiting for. "So far, the only suspect is a resident named Gerald Catty. Catty, now missing, was believed to be- wait, wait. Just recieved word something big is going on at the First Bank of Gotham..."
Suddenly, the feed was cut. "...What...?"
And the feed returned. The screen panned by tons of frightened faces. The hell was this? Finally, there was a voice from the telivision set.
"Evening Gotham, it's the Joker here at the First Bank of Gotham. And what a fun time I'm having!"
"What the FUCK!? Why now?! Why now?! It was just GETTING to the good part!" Gerald, furious, continued to watch. Finally, it ended with the Joker challenging Batman to show up, and threatening the police not to involve themselves. After this ended, another reporter, a female, showed up on screen, just outside the bank.
"You heard right, folks. That was a tape recieved shortly after the First Bank of Gotham was taken over by the Joker. Police suspect there are nearly two dozen hostages."
Gerald continued to watch, but he didn't seem to pay attention. He was too angry. He didn't care about this right now! Go back to the Silver Hills thing!
After what seemed like forever, a change in the telivision screen caught Gerald's attention. The Joker had sent out another video.
"I'm sorry to have to say that the police haven't been playing along."
Gerald stared blankly at the screen. "....Haven't been playing along," he repeated.
A gruffled voice from the TV... probably a thug. Gerald drowned out that voice. He was listening only to the Joker.
"Oh but they are. I tried to be friendly I tried to play fair but they leave me no choice."
"Oh... but they are. I tried to be friendly, I tried to play fair but they leave me no choice." Gerald seemed to be in a trance as he began to repeat everything the Joker said, his voice slowly becoming more manic. Even as two men and a pregnant woman died on screen, Gerald didn't pay attention. He was waiting for the next words from the Joker, and once again repeated him.
"Now, ta-ta," he said. Gerald now had a large grin on his face.
Gerald watched the rest of the report- and turned the telivision off when he saw a hellicoptor fly off from the building.
"Batsy..." Gerald murmured. "Huh." Gerald put his face in his palm, and began to murmur to himself. He was doing something he had done a million times before a performance, something he had done just before "playing" Two-face. He was putting himself in his character's shoes. Trying to understand their motivation, where they come from. He was putting every little snippet of body language the Joker had shown calculate into his head....
And then he began to scream, grabbing onto his hair and ducking his head between his knees. No, no. For a second, he felt it- he felt he had scratched the surface of what the Joker was all about, and somehow, it -hurt-. No, Gerald did -not- want to be the Joker. If the real Joker didn't kill him for trying it, just -trying- the role possibly could.
Gerald decided he would play it safe. Yeah. Stay the fuck away from the Joker, and never have -anything- to do with him.
==================
Results:
Voice impersonation increases to Expert.
Acting increases to Professional.
Shaking his head, the community-theater-actor-turned-criminal got dressed and unlocked the door. He didn't need to hide his face- today, he didn't look like Gerald Catty. He looked like an older, darker-skinned male- though his makeup was a little smeared, since he had not re-applied yet. He hadn't been surprised that the owner of the hotel had let him stay there without identification, after giving a little more incentive money for that exact purpose- it was the slums, after all, people would take money where they could get it. Gerald bought a newspaper from a kid on the corner, and quickly returned back to his hotel room.
Gerald murmured to himself. "Tssh.... the Two-Face stunt I pulled off gets front page...? No one even died! Let's see... let's see. Ah, here we are..." Gerald frowned. It was only a small snipet of an article!! Hardly half a page!
He quickly read the article about the deaths in Silver Hills, and read the main suspect, of course, was Gerald Catty. He skims down a little more, down to the end of the article, and frowns. "Police have no idea what may have triggered Catty into doing this...!? What the hell !! Did they NOT notice the newspaper laying -right- in the middle of the floor?! The one with the -horrible- review of Gotham Community Theater's 'Jekyll & Hyde'!?"
Catty was furious! He had gone to great lengths to sabatoge the play! That way, when he got bad reviews, it would look like -plenty- of motivation to snap! Hell, it would even give a reason for Two-Face to be his first new 'role'! "They... they didn't even MENTION that I'm an actor!! What the hell!?"
Frustrated, Gerald flung the paper across the room. "The TV... the news has got to have something." Gerald quickly grabbed the remote control off of the dresser, turning on the crappy little TV the hotel offered, and began flipping through channels frantically. Finally, he found what he was looking for- a report on the Silver Hills murders.
Luckily, the report had just started. The reporter had a very distinct voice... good. That would be fun to try. As the reporter continued the story, Gerald began to repeat the reporter- slowly, the echoeing voice began to sound more and more like that of the reporter. So far, it was all about how many bodies were found, how traumatized the children were, and questions of whether the neighborhood would recover.
"Come on, come on," Gerald said impatiently, finally getting bored with mocking the reporter's voice. "Yeah yeah, traumatized children, whatever. Get to the -important- part."
After a few more mintes, finally, the part Gerald was waiting for. "So far, the only suspect is a resident named Gerald Catty. Catty, now missing, was believed to be- wait, wait. Just recieved word something big is going on at the First Bank of Gotham..."
Suddenly, the feed was cut. "...What...?"
And the feed returned. The screen panned by tons of frightened faces. The hell was this? Finally, there was a voice from the telivision set.
"Evening Gotham, it's the Joker here at the First Bank of Gotham. And what a fun time I'm having!"
"What the FUCK!? Why now?! Why now?! It was just GETTING to the good part!" Gerald, furious, continued to watch. Finally, it ended with the Joker challenging Batman to show up, and threatening the police not to involve themselves. After this ended, another reporter, a female, showed up on screen, just outside the bank.
"You heard right, folks. That was a tape recieved shortly after the First Bank of Gotham was taken over by the Joker. Police suspect there are nearly two dozen hostages."
Gerald continued to watch, but he didn't seem to pay attention. He was too angry. He didn't care about this right now! Go back to the Silver Hills thing!
After what seemed like forever, a change in the telivision screen caught Gerald's attention. The Joker had sent out another video.
"I'm sorry to have to say that the police haven't been playing along."
Gerald stared blankly at the screen. "....Haven't been playing along," he repeated.
A gruffled voice from the TV... probably a thug. Gerald drowned out that voice. He was listening only to the Joker.
"Oh but they are. I tried to be friendly I tried to play fair but they leave me no choice."
"Oh... but they are. I tried to be friendly, I tried to play fair but they leave me no choice." Gerald seemed to be in a trance as he began to repeat everything the Joker said, his voice slowly becoming more manic. Even as two men and a pregnant woman died on screen, Gerald didn't pay attention. He was waiting for the next words from the Joker, and once again repeated him.
"Now, ta-ta," he said. Gerald now had a large grin on his face.
Gerald watched the rest of the report- and turned the telivision off when he saw a hellicoptor fly off from the building.
"Batsy..." Gerald murmured. "Huh." Gerald put his face in his palm, and began to murmur to himself. He was doing something he had done a million times before a performance, something he had done just before "playing" Two-face. He was putting himself in his character's shoes. Trying to understand their motivation, where they come from. He was putting every little snippet of body language the Joker had shown calculate into his head....
And then he began to scream, grabbing onto his hair and ducking his head between his knees. No, no. For a second, he felt it- he felt he had scratched the surface of what the Joker was all about, and somehow, it -hurt-. No, Gerald did -not- want to be the Joker. If the real Joker didn't kill him for trying it, just -trying- the role possibly could.
Gerald decided he would play it safe. Yeah. Stay the fuck away from the Joker, and never have -anything- to do with him.
==================
Results:
Voice impersonation increases to Expert.
Acting increases to Professional.