Somethings gotta give. {Adi's and Johnny's Apt.}

[Adi Baudelaire]

ADI LYNN BAUDELAIRE

{Well your 'nobody' called today. She hung up when I asked her name. Well, I wonder.....}

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The sound of Bing Crosby singing was cut across by,

“Godfuckingdammit! FUCK!”
Ah the lovely sound of Adi yelling at the television screen, because she didn't have enough Ammo to take down a Death Claw, in her video game. It was Adi's day off from work and she had wanted to spend it kicking some ass in her game, while her roommate wasn't there so He didn't have to listen to her bitching at the screen. There was a knock on the door, so she paused her game and pulled the gun from under the couches throw pillow. She straightened out her white tank top, and black silky boxers, eh she looked presentable enough. She wandered to the door sheepishly and opened it just a crack.
“Miss Baudelaire, it's me George, the Land Lord.”

“Gimme a sec George.” she shut the door and threw the gun into the kitchen's silverware drawer, before returning to the door and opening it all the way. “Whatcha need?”

“Bills are in, here you go.” A bundle of paper was shoved into her hands, great bills. George then wandered off leaving Adi in her doorway looking at the unopened envelopes. She slipped back into her home and locked the door once more she picked up her gun from the drawer and wandered to the glass table in the dinning room, sitting down she opened the rent bill. “Great....raised the rent again....wonderful.” She said looking out the window she sighed. You see 1,500 a month the pair could do alone, what with Adi's night and day job, but now that it was almost 2,000 a month. She wasn't so sure, sure the hits gave her good money but that had to go else where and as far as she knew Johnny didn't know she was Nobody, so her Assassin money, would be mystery money and that wouldn't be good to explain. She took out her cellphone and quickly texted Johnny.

'Bills are in, we need another roommate, gonna put out an ad today. George raised rent again.'

She put her phone down and decided to get to work, the fliers read as such:

In search of a roommate, rent will be $670 a month, Nice view, Located in the Gotham High Rise Apartments. No drugs, Pets okay, Odd hours are okay. If interested call at this number: [phone].
Or come to 33rd Ave, Gotham High Rise Apartments, #1408.


She then got dressed and wandered out on the town, placing her fliers all around the area, and in the college student hangouts. After a few hours of spreading her fliers, she returned home and once again stripped down to her tank top and black boxers, she flopped across the couch and resumed playing her video game. It was now a waiting game, she just hoped she didn't find the sickos of the city, well, the creeps anyway. She wondered when Johnny would be home, and if he would be angry that she did this all so fast. Eh, oh well, the Death Claw that was trying to kill her was now more important.
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{Does she think she's being clever? You say, 'nobody's' after you. The fact is what you say is true.}

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[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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Georgia walked down the steps of the courthouse with her hands in her pockets. She looked down at the ground as she removed the elastic from her hair, releasing the bun of dark blue hair upon the wind. She stopped at the bottom and looked back. Awsome… Just fucking great. Now where the hell am I going to go?[/color] she thought as as kept her stare at the ground. Under her foot, lay a stray paper flapping in the wind trying to escape the shoe. Georgia picked up the paper and looked over it.

“In search of a roommate, rent will be $670 a month, Nice view, Located in the Gotham High Rise Apartments. No drugs, Pets okay, Odd hours are okay. If interested call at this number: [phone].
Or come to 33rd Ave, Gotham High Rise Apartments, #1408.”

”Well, I’ll be damned.”[/b] she said after reading it over. With that, she set out to her uncles home to start removing her belongings. Georgia had just been dismissed by the judge from the home left to her in Oliver’s will. However, due to the fact miss LeBou was under suspicion of the disappearance of the witch, she was being evicted until the home was thoroughly inspected. Every room minus the basement was not a worry, for the basement had already been inspected. Georgia attempted calling the number, but found no answer on the other end.

It took about ten minutes for Georgia to obtain a backpack full of clothes that she was permitted to bring with her. In her last moments in the house, she made sure that her tomb’s were safe. From there, she began to dig. It took almost an hour to dig a new tunnel that lead just outside of Gotham. With that, she would know how and where she would need to get in order to continue her stronghold. She made her way back to the mansion and removed the crocodile skin padding from her bike. She placed the skin along with her costume into the crypt that sat in the middle of her shrine.

Soon she was on the bike and on her way out the newly formed tunnel. She thought of this new place, and if her necessities would be met. Then something about the paper seemed to call to her. A scent. A familiar scent. One she had caught many times before. One she had even covered a few times before. With that, a smile crept upon Georgia’s face. ”This may be a bit easier than I had planned.”[/b] she mused as she stopped her bike at the Gotham High Rise Apartments.

She zoomed up the stairs as quick as a cat on the hunt for a mouse. Once she reached Apartment 1408(THANK YOU FOR THE KING REFERENCE!!!!), she knocked on the door. After a moment of no response, Georgia placed her ear to the door. Someone was playing a shooter game, and very loudly cursing at it as well. She opened the door silently and made her way into the apartment. She removed the bag from her shoulder, dropping it on the floor with a loud thud. “Good afternoon, I tried responding to your add by telephone and received no answer. So I came here myself. Nice place, I’d be willing to throw 800 a month on it myself.”[/b] she said as she walked around, observing the view of Gotham.

”I thought I’d have issues finding a place, but, it seems to me that I have enough on you to make this easy. I could smell you, you know. I recognized the scent you left on the paper. An assassin. Gunpowder and booze was amongst the smells. So, this is where I can inform you of who I am. Ever wondered where the bodies of Dominique Harland and a few other kills went?”[/color] she noted as she walked over to the T.V.

”I will assume you are aware of a creature named the Reaper, let’s end the game now. I am her. I do eat people, not entirely by choice, more a necessity than anything. I will require storing flesh and blood within a freezer and a fridge. I’ll be more than happy to label if I must so no confusion as to what you’re eating arises. I eat once every two weeks, so you will never have to worry about me emptying your food from the fridge.”[/color] Georgia said as she removed a cigar from a packet she kept in her jacket pocket.

”This is my proposition. I pay 800 a month. This covers everything, as well as being able to, clean up so to speak, your kills. I need to eat, you need to kill in order to make a paycheck. You have no worries for my portion of the rent, I work as a Psychologist at the Asylum. Also, a closet is all I need to sleep in. Given this is a two bedroom, and you seem to be a gamer, it’s better than me taking up residency on your couch. Do we have a deal?”[/color] Georgia asked as she lit the cigar and took a deep toke.


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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.

[Adi Baudelaire]

ADI LYNN BAUDELAIRE

{Well your 'nobody' called today. She hung up when I asked her name. Well, I wonder.....}

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[/color]” She said and looked down at the controller. “Normally I do keep tabs on my bodies, but Harland's is one that I seemed to lost track of....I suppose it'll be better then having evidence that can trace back.” she said.

Adi was so proud of her ability to remain calm in a would be normally chaotic situation. After all what did you tell someone that just revealed their secret identity and just told you they knew yours and proved it. You surely didn't say no, especially when they were able to kill you and then destroy the evidence. She smiled lightly, “Well, good to have you aboard.” she said her eyes lightly narrowing to try and inspect this woman with out being rude. After all what could you say? Surely not No. And if this woman did clean up, then who was Adi to throw her away, Adi...Nobody could always use the help making sure nothing could be traced. Adi herself didn't know how to take this, a Cannibal living in her closet, oh the stories that that could make.

“As for me being an assassin...no one else needs to know....surely not Johnny..” she said motioning to a room that was closed. “I mean I'm sure he can gather by the way I talk and so on, but I've never said it to him, so we are going to pretend he doesn't know. I'd just mark what ever you bring home as yours, and we won't touch it. I won't ask questions, and I'll tell Johnny not to either.” she said lightly with a shrug. "We don't really ask questions around here. Safer not to know the answer sometimes."
She said with a nod. "As for names, I don't think I gave you mine, my name is Adianna, Adi suits me better." She said with a light laugh. "I like my martini's shaken not stirred, and dry." She nodded. "Just a bit of information for future use.


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{Does she think she's being clever? You say, 'nobody's' after you. The fact is what you say is true.}

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[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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“Trust me when I say you can count on this one to stay quiet. We all need to keep ourselves protected in this city. It just happens that way sometimes.” Georgia said as she sat down on the space on the couch. “Pleasure to meet you Miss Adi, I’m Georgia LeBou-Howlett. I’m thinking of dropping Howlett though. It’s quite a mouthful to say.” Georgia said as she puffed out a little circle of smoke.

“You like first person shooters? I play sometimes, but I wouldn’t say I’m overly into them. If you ever need a team-mate in online mode, let me know.” Georgia said as she watched the movements on the screen. ‘She’s pretty good, I’ll give her that.’[/i] Georgia thought as she watched Adi tanking through the combat zone.

Georgia guessed she did that kind of thing as a simulator, always being prepared and all that jazz. The place was nice. Much better than having to go to the Narrows that was for sure. So with that, Georgia looked around taking in her surroundings. A treadmill, that would be useful. Georgia became slightly fidgety when the muscle in her leg started to twitch.

‘Absolutely perfect...’[/i] she thought as she placed her hand onto the knee. She gently moved around the cap, snapping it back into place. “Don’t mind that, sometimes I get that going on.”[/b] Georgia said after patting the knee and sitting back normally.

Georgia caught another scent as she sat on the couch, one that seemed to be coming closer. Familiar, very distinct. Georgia kept her eyes on the television screen watching Adi playing the game. She really got into it when she wanted to. How interesting.


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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.

[The Joker]

Melvin Leroy White

Melvin didn't have to worry about being stopped in the streets, he didn't have to worry about being pulled over for suspicious behavior, he didn't have to worry about being arrested. Not like he would have worried about it anyhow. He liked the danger; it sent a thrill through him. He could be thrown off a building, shot, stabbed, or poisoned and he always felt the rush. The danger of getting caught was no different. Actually while driving, he kept in mind to go through the business district.

Melvin was stopped right outside the rubble. He tried not to grin as he rolled down the window. "What happened here?" Melvin asked the balding young man. That almost made him laugh. "Well there was a gas explosion at one of the buildings here. There's too much rubble for you to drive past." The cop explained to Melvin. "But I have to get back home this way." He protested. "Sorry, you'll just have to go around." Melvin frowned as he turned his car around to go the long way. He actually wasn't peeved about it. It was absolutely hilarious, and he couldn't help but laughed about it as he drove back to what he considered home.

It only took an extra fifteen minutes before he found himself pulling into the Gotham High Rise apartments. He looked around like he always did for anything out of place as he drove around the parking lot. He knew everyone in the apartments and was always updated by George if anyone knew moved in or if anyone moved out. Melvin's eyes zeroed in on a new ride, someone's motorcycle. He drove by it, giving it a once over. He immediately recognized it. He grinned as he parked the black PT Cruiser. Melvin checked to make sure his gun was tucked into the back of his pants, hidden. He reached over and grabbed his suitcase of various items. Mainly clothes and make-up.

After he made sure everything was in place, he got out of the car. He held the suit case in his left hand as he calmly and casually made his way up the stairs. He went to his apartment and unlocked the door. Melvin lived there free. It probably raised the rent for other renters whenever he was back from his business trip. It didn't bother him. Why should he care if people struggle? That's what they get for living paycheck to paycheck.

Melvin went into his apartment and closed the door behind him. He dropped the suitcase on the couch and pulled out his gun, keeping it low as he checked his bedroom, guest bedroom, and bathroom. He didn't find anything. He slipped the gun into the back of his pants. He'd have to go ask George if there was any new residents. Right now, he would probably be reading the news paper and then watching the news to see if anyone wrote about Batman. That's when he remembered. Oh yeah, I blew that up. Melvin heard voices next to the apartment. Adi was home and it sounded like she had a guest. It only took Melvin a whole second to know who it would be.

Making sure his gun was hidden, Melvin went out his apartment, locking the bottom handle as he shut the door. He went over to Adi's apartment. Without knocking, he opened the door. "Hey! Adi, uh did you get your newspaper? I didn't get mine." He automatically asked, pretending like he didn't see Georgia at first. He glanced over and blinked like he just now noticed her. "Oh, you have a guest?"

[Adi Baudelaire]

ADI LYNN BAUDELAIRE

{Well your 'nobody' called today. She hung up when I asked her name. Well, I wonder.....}

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[/color]” She said to herself in one breath as she had to flee. Oh, her companion died…well, she was fucked. She looked at her health, nope…not gonna make it. It didn't help that there was now a giant scorpion chasing her. How did she even get in this situation? No ammo, a hoard of Assassins, and a giant fucking scorpion. She couldn’t teleport elsewhere either, since she was being chased. She had made it halfway to Primm when something finally caught up to her she quickly equipped a knife and tried to stab the assassin in the face. But no luck, a shot to her stomach and her poor character was dead. “GOD DAMN IT!” she yelled at the screen, she had heard a voice in the mist of her trying to survive, but hadn’t responded to her.

At first she didn’t answer anything until she realized it was her neighbor Melvin. She paused the game and shook her head a little, turning and leaning against the back of the seat.

“newspaper?” she asked and shook her head no. “I didn't see it this morning.” She said lightly. “OH HUN!” she said in a realization. “You’re back…how was your trip?” she asked lightly. “oh, yeah this is Georgia, our new roommate.” She nodded. “George raised the fucking rent, so I put out an Ad…she was the first to answer, so she got dibs.” She laughed a bit. She then realized that today both Mel and Geo, hadn’t knocked, what the fuck happened to that common respect?

But it didn’t really matter much to her, after all it got her a new roommate/partner in crime, and a visit from Mel. Adi had to be honest she didn’t know much about her neighbor. She knew he was attractive and she shamelessly flirted with him. He returned her flirting sometimes or at least in Adi’s mind he did. But he went out on awfully long business trips, Adi knew better then to even ask, after all she was in the business of secrecy, so who was she to try to dive into someone else’s secrets.

Unless, of course, they were a target, then she would get all in their business, to find out what she could. She had remembered earlier in her career, when most of her missions were strictly espionage, where she had to get information, and shut down the targets. Those were always fun, but she soon moved to true Assassin stuff, that’s where most of the good money came from.
She then let her gaze wander towards Geo and back, she wondered how they would get along. Then again, it soon lost her caring, she didn’t really care how other people got along, after all it wasn’t her business.

Her mind wandered back to the game, if that had really been her, she would have been able to get out of that situation; at least she thought she could have…if it was just the Legion assassin. She thought she may fucking die if she ever came face to face with a Giant Scorpion.

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{Does she think she's being clever? You say, 'nobody's' after you. The fact is what you say is true.}

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[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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Georgia continued to watch as Adi played the game. She seemed to be doing fairly well with her partner on the screen. Until that said person met his match. Then came the string of swears from Adi as her character was being killed rather easily on the screen. The way she yelled at the TV. , she was tempted to nickname Adi Lady Tourette’s. She got a kick out of it, to be completely honest. She let out a shallow laugh as she listened to Adi going off on the game.

Geo caught the scent of something familiar as she sat on the couch, then a voice. She simply sat listening and observing as she looked over him. Tall guy, still shorter than her, but she didn’t find too many tall guys in Gotham. Seemed to be a pattern wherever she went. Never did manage to find any overly tall people. Once he came along around and mentioned being a guest. After Adi introduced her she let a smile across her face. “Georgia LeBou-Howlett, I often go by Geo though. ” She said as she looked directly into his eyes. She knew the smell, but she wasn’t going to get into anything. Not here of all places.

From what she could tell, this was the fellow from the ally. The Clown Prince of Crime himself. Geo wondered if Adi knew it or not. None of her business as it was anyway. She did like to snoop into other peoples business, but, she wasn’t at work. Not being in her office at Arkham seemed to take away that bit of her normal personality. Georgia began playing with her hair as she watched Adi playing the game. The scorpion was messed up. She didn’t like it. Bugs were always a big fear of hers.

Geo kept her eyes going from the game over to the person who came in. “You know, I don’t believe I caught your name sir.” Georgia said as she looked back to him from her place on the couch. She leaned back and crossed a leg over the other one. This was going to be amusing living in the same building as this guy. Geo started to wonder if there may have been any other villains in the building. There was always a possibility of that. Gotham was after all one of the top crime rate cities. That’s what gave Georgia her job in a way.

Her uncle always did want her to go into working at Arkham. That’s why she went to school for Criminal Psychology. The personalities amazed her, and she knew being in Gotham, one day she’d be seeing and maybe even talking to some of the most dangerous minds in Gotham City. Maybe even see that Batman fellow when he came to do his random check-ups on his enemies. Found it a fitting amusement to say the least. The Reaper side was for it, and Geo was interested in the possibilities. Her own personal goal was to someday even have control over Arkham. The system is corrupt, but in these times it has to be.

Working in Arkham has been difficult at times, trying to keep Reaper at bay. No, not around the patients. More around her colleagues. There are some twisted people they have working with those poor people. If Geo can say one thing about her work, it is that she has never used some of the insane and harmful techniques that the others use. After all, come the day she runs the place, she wants to be on good terms with those who inhabit it. The first thing to go will be the unorthodox treatments, second thing to go will be most of the staff. The third thing to go, will be security. So long as that place is ran by her, she’ll keep letting out her fellow villains slowly. After all, a Gotham without villains is like a Batman with living Parents.


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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.

[The Joker]

Melvin Leroy White

Melvin smiled as he watched Adi getting really into the game. It took her a while to realize that someone was there and had asked her a question. He laughed when she finally acknowledged him about the newspaper and asked him how his trip was. "It was very...constricting. They made me stay in an office most of the time. It was like a prison. I thought I'd go insane." Melvin told her with a light laugh. He looked back at Reaper and walked over to them, he sat down on the couch next to her like he owned the place. Which, in his mind, he did. He stretched his feet out. "Melvin Leroy White. You can call me." Melvin put his hands behind his head in a relaxed state. "Whatever you want."

Melvin looked at the game only briefly wondering what game it was before he realized it was Fallout New Vegas. He had played it one time with her. He sucked at video games. Melvin especially sucked at shooting games. Schiff was probably better than him. Melvin could shoot a target over a hundred feet away, but he couldn't blow off someone's head in a video game if they were a foot away. It was quite sad actually and most of the time he refused to play video games. Video games always seem a waste of life anyhow. Melvin liked doing thins, not stay in the 'safety' of his own home until the inevitable death came. No. If he was going to die, it'll be on his watch.

Melvin looked over at Georgia. "So what do you do for a living?" He asked casually. Not that he really cared. He could already tell who she was. Not only how she held herself, but her hair. "Oh, is that your bike up front? It's nice." He commented. Oh yeah, there was that too. This will be interesting. Reaper was now living next door to his apartment. Maybe he should move, but then again the danger is more promising.

His though process was then interrupted. He remembered something he saw earlier, and looked back at Adi. He pulled an arm from behind his head and reached over to her. He tugged at the end of her shirt. "Did you decide not to get dressed today?" He asked. He gave her an obvious once over. "I, personally, like the look. You should keep it." Melvin often flirted with her. He didn't really care what anyone thought about it. He had no shame in flirting. Then again, he had no shame in anything.

[Adi Baudelaire]

ADI LYNN BAUDELAIRE

{Well your 'nobody' called today. She hung up when I asked her name. Well, I wonder.....}

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[/color]” she half whispered to herself as the man died, she was then able to continue with the side mission she was on. For some reason beating a high level assassin with a pool cue amused her, and a smirk that reflected that appeared on her lips.

Adi prided herself in her ability to tank through gun fire in missions, like a champ. And normally her aim was 100% but games like New Vegas tested her patience and lowered her Aim by quite a bit. Most times she could look like a professional, others she was sure people watching wondered how she got through most missions. This was a time she looked some where in between, content with herself that she just killed a high level legion assassin, and her companion didn't die this time. It was a sweet victory feeling, and she was mildly excited she didn't have to worry, now just to get to a save area so she didn't have to redo that again.

She looked over at Mel as he looked her over, she smirked. “Well you know, I had a feeling you'd be back...and wanted to give you something to look forward too.” She laughed a bit. “That and I felt totally Lazy, since it's my day off, so I decided that it would be spent here playing video games, and probably drinking at some point today.” she nodded, at least she was honest. “Tomorrow morning I have to wake up early and open the comic shop.” she said with a sigh. “Apparently a tournament for some card game is happening, and I have to make sure people don't try and kill each other....that's the only down side of this job. Being the only girl that works there, and having horny teenage socially awkward boys flocking my counter.” she sighed. “It makes me laugh at how socially awkward most of them are, some are bright kids, could go far, but are to afraid to look at a girl and say Hi.” she laughed a bit.
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{Does she think she's being clever? You say, 'nobody's' after you. The fact is what you say is true.}

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[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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Geo looked over to Mel when he asked about her profession. This must be a game, there must be something. Geo suspected by the way he added on about her bike. “Doctor at Arkham. I work personally with Killer Croc. You would be correct as well, it is my bike. I bought it outright a couple of years back and had it detailed a few months ago. What do you do Mel?” she asked as she raised a brow. She unclipped her hair and allowed it to fall. “Excuse me a moment would you.” She said as she got up and moved along over to her bag.

She picked up the bag and made her way into the kitchen. Once there, she started removing several item’s and placing them into the fridge. Well, she would have. But things in the fridge seemed out of place. With that, Georgia started sorting items by type and shape of the containers. After she had finished doing that, she finished putting in her packages. All were wrapped in brown wrapping paper like you would get from a butcher shop. These were not normal stakes however. Anyone who took a bite would know that much.

Georgia removed a large black bottle from her bag, it was previously a bottle that contained Tequila Rose. Now, it contained the blood of a man named Ron White. She kept it out. That drink she would be bringing with her back into the living room after she was done in here. It didn’t take too long before she had everything in it’s perfect placement. That was one thing she hated about herself since she was a kid. Geo had a massive obsessive compulsive behaviour on the positioning and placement of objects. She was like a blind person that way.

If even something moved the slightest, it would normally upset her normal habits of her almost hypnotic dazes. She looked around the room as several figures seemed to move along in. All starting to taunt her. All people that she had offed in the last month. Geo shut the door to the fridge and placed her hands on her hips. “I could have sworn I took my meds for you guys.”[/b] She said as she removed a bottle of Ritalin from her blazer pocket. She popped three pills into her mouth, and took a swig from her black bottle.

Georgia then held herself over the sink, leaning her head slightly over to allow for the pills to stay down. Her system hated her taking them. But, if she didn’t she’d be stuck with all of these god damned visions and bastardy pesky situations with Reaper. After she stood back up, she found herself looking at Reaper. She gave a bit of a jump. “Get back in my head, now.”[/b] Geo said as she glared. “Oh, come now, is that how you treat your oldest friend?” Reaper asked as she leaned against the counter. “You, my dear split personality are not a friend.” Georgia responded.

Georgia turned around and was about to go back into the fridge when she noticed Reaper now in front of the fridge. “Are you kidding me? Seriously? Get back in my head, I’m not in the mood to argue with you right now.” Georgia said as she walked through the mirage and opened the fridge. “You can’t hide me forever, and you know who he issssss.” Reaper hissed as she looked on into the living room. “He is cute though, maybe I won’t try to harm him.”[/color] Reaper added as she glanced to Georgia.

“If you take it there, I swear to god I will have you removed from my head, permanently.”[/b] Georgia threatened back as she placed her hands on her hips. “After all, he has to be in his late 20’s at least.”[/color] Georgia said as she thought about it. She shook her head “Hey, get my mind out of your dirty thoughts you crazy thing you.” Georgia said as she swished her hands over her head. “You know you waaaaaant it.” Reaper taunted as she kept an eye over him. “After all, you know what they say about men with big feet…”[/color] Reaper said with a grin as she eyed him over.

“I swear to god if you don’t shut up, I am going to poke you with a Q-Tip.”[/b] Georgia said as her nails started to grow out a bit. She was starting to get made with Reaper. Reaper was about to say something back before she suddenly vanished. Georgia placed her hand over her face. “God, these meds are taking longer and longer each time to get her right the fuck away.”[/color] She said as she picked the bottle back up and wandered back to her spot on the couch.[/color]


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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.

[The Joker]

Melvin Leroy White

Melvin listened to Adi, nodding to what she was saying. He just now remembered that she worked at the comic store. That's should be fun. Melvin went to the comic store a couple of times. The thing Adi hadn't realized was half of them were not teens, which he found amusing. Melvin personally liked the nerds. They had real replicas of weapons sometimes. It keeps reminding him that he should buy one of those weapons and use them for a heist for the giggles. Just coming out of a bank with a huge scythe or medieval sword. Now that would be funny.

Oh yeah, he was supposed to say something to this. "Well, if you want I could always come down there and bat them away for you. I could be that big scary jock boyfriend." Melvin laughed at the thought of him as a jock. In the crime world, Batman was the jock and he was the cunning nerd. "I probably need to ask them how to fix my laptop anyway." He joked, but sounded serious. Melvin didn't even really have a laptop, but most normal people had some kind of device that got on the internet.

Melvin heard Georgia ask about his job, but when he turned to answer, he saw her putting things in the refrigerator. He watched the things she put in the fridge as she organized it. He wondered if that was human flesh. Melvin tried not to laugh at the thought of that. It sounded like a cliche horror movie or Silence of the Lambs. He stayed silent as she began quietly talking to herself. He raised an eyebrow as her talking to herself turned into an argument with herself. At one point he realized she/they were talking about him. She mentioned Melvin being in his late 20's and then something about dirty thoughts. That was intriguing. He waited until she was seemingly done arguing with herself and came and sat down on the couch.

Melvin pursed his lips for a second before starting. "Soooo you work at Arkham? A little bit of advice, if you don't want to be written off as insane, you should talk to the other personality in your head, not out loud where everyone can here you." He paused in thought, thinking back to her conversation with herself. "Oh yeah, I'm twenty five if you wanted to know." He told her. He wasn't that old, all things considering. He was about to ask her how old she was, but decided against it for now.

[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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Geo started to go red when she heard Mel talk about her job that way. First in a slight bit of anger, which then turned to embarrassment when he said how old he was? “I told you he wasn’t that old.”[/b] Reaper said as she popped back into the living room. Geo hid most of her face within her long hair as she glared at Reaper. ‘Back off bitch…’[/i] Geo thought as she kept her eyes on Reaper as she moved her legs on up and wrapped her arms around them. She looked on through the little strip that she kept out of her eyes.

Why she hid in her hair, she never understood. “You look like a baby doing that. Pull up your big girl panties or give me control.”[/b] Reaper said as she leaned onto the TV and smiled at Geo. Geo lightly shook her head. ’Nope, not happening. You get the night, I get the day. We made that deal years ago.’[/i] Geo thought back to Reaper. “Oh get off your soapbox, that was when we were like 6. We are 19 now.”[/b] Reaper noted as she scratched her nail across the top of the TV, sending Geo into a shiver.

“Please don’t do that.” Geo said out loud, as she started to get agitated with Reaper. “Then give me a chance to come along out.”[/b] Geo covered her mouth as Reaper spoke from Geo’s mouth. The voice was different in tone, a bit deeper and slightly more pitched. Georgia gritted her teeth. “You get the night, I get the day…” she said as her eyebrows rose disturbingly high on her face. Geo’s hands clenched into fists after moving her hair from her face. Reaper was really starting to piss her off now, which wasn’t good, then Reaper would have the control that she wanted.

“Come on little girl, just a bit more.” Reaper taunted again coming from Geo. Geo moved along off from the back of the couch. “Just give me a second, ok?”[/b] she asked as she moved along toward the bathroom to try and get herself under control. She brought her bag along with her. Once inside, she started brushing through her hair. From the corner of her eye she watched as Reaper phased through the door. “Aw, come on, I want some socialization.” Reaper said as she put on a pout. She looked over Georgia and broke the silence “You know, you look weird in a suit, don’t you?”[/b]

Geo gave a quick huff and started digging through her bag. She took out a black turtle neck sweater and her cargo pants. “Your comment is neither appreciated nor needed.” Georgia said with a scowl toward Reaper. She knew it was her mind playing tricks on her more times than none, but not when Reaper showed up. When that bitch showed her face, she wanted something. More times than none, it was out that she wanted more than anything. A chance to cause havoc and mayhem.

Reaper gave a giggle as she placed her hand up toward her mouth in a playful way. “You are aware that the more you disapprove, the more fun it is for me to do my damndest to get out don’t you? Oh by the way, about last night, if anyone asks, I was with you.” Reaper grinned as she looked onward. “You are such a fucking troll did you know that?” Geo shot back toward Reaper. “You love me for it, and you know it.”[/b] Reaper said as she began playing with her hair. “Now, give me control for awhile.”[/b] She said as she walked on closer and phased through Georgia.

Georgia pushed Reaper out. “No, I already told you, you get the night. I get the day.”[/b] Geo said as she crossed her arms. Reaper placed her hands on her hips. “Well, fine, you want to play dirty, let’s do this!” Reaper said as she pounced right at Georgia. Geo had fallen backward into the tub and knocked her head against the wall. “Ow…” was all she said before passing out. Reaper grinned as she looked on. “Looks like I get my way.”[/b] She said before entering into Georgia.

Reaper looked around the bathroom before getting up from the tub. She slipped into the clothes Georgia had removed from the bag. Georgia looked on from in the tub and looked at Reaper getting into the clothes. “God dammit, give me back my body!” she said as she went to get up. Reaper grabbed onto Georgia’s shoulder and did an odd pattern with her index finger. “It’s my turn honey, you be good now.” Reaper smiled as she moved along into the living room. Georgia threw her hands in the air “Next chance I get, you’re coming out of my head!” she screamed to Reaper through her mind.

Reaper moved along back into the room and sat down legs crossed on the floor. “So, anyway, what do you two do?” she asked as she looked on back to Adi and Mel. Georgia followed along into the living room an sat her ethereal self down onto her spot on the couch, only noticeable by Reaper. “You, you are soooooo dead when I get my body back.” Georgia said as she glared at Reaper. ‘The way I see it ducky, if you want the rainbow, sometimes you need to put up with the rain. Now it is time for you to enjoy the storm~’[/i] Reaper cooed in her mind back to Georgia. Georgia simply sat there, crossing her arms and glaring at Reaper. So dead. So dead.
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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.

[Adi Baudelaire]

ADI LYNN BAUDELAIRE

{Well your 'nobody' called today. She hung up when I asked her name. Well, I wonder.....}

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[/color]” she nodded. Which brought her back to Mel's comment. Which brought her to a odd silence.

Perhaps she was trying to think of a proper response or perhaps she was just getting all 'giggly and girly' in her mind. She let out an audible laugh. “Oh, Mel, you'd really do that for me...be my big scary Jock boyfriend.” she laughed a bit. “how sweet of you.” She smiled and laughed again, she seemed to laugh more around Mel then she normally did. “But I'm a big girl I can handle it...unless you really wanted to come bat them away from the counter.” she laughed. “But sorry hun, you don't really take me as a Jock, sure you're big and strong...but I don't see you being Jocky.” she nodded. “No offense...” she snickered a bit. “I mean I can pretend you are a jock if you really want me too...but I hated those assholes in high school.” she laughed a bit, after all her high school years were odd, bouncing between being a trouble and moving. She remembered that she ran with the wrong crowd in High school. Drugs well selling drugs...she had done them once or twice, but it wasn't for her. Booze, and sex. Stealing and being all in all a horrible person. Zach was the reason of this, He started her on that path in freshman year. It wasn't until she came to Gotham to finish her senior year she tried to clean up her act, that and her father kept talking about if she wasn't careful he would let them keep her in prison. So she cleaned up her act and for Six years she hadn't gotten into too much trouble, then again, six years ago she started her Brotherhood training. Which made for little time to actually do bad.

She couldn't say she wasn't curious to what Mel actually did, she never really asked, and all she knew was he worked in an office, or from what she gathered he did.
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{Does she think she's being clever? You say, 'nobody's' after you. The fact is what you say is true.}

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[The Joker]

Melvin Leroy White

Melvin watched Georgia closely as she began talking to her personality again. It was quite amusing, but it wasn't uncommon. He'd been in Arkham enough to see it happen all the time. Most were a lot worst than her like Two-Face or that other guy in solitary who was always screaming at his other personality and other hallucinations. It helped Melvin sleep at night actually. Melvin listened as it seemed her other personality was slowly trying to take over, and it looked like the other personality was succeeding.

Melvin stayed silent as Georgia excused herself and went to the bathroom. He listened intently. He could barely able to make out speaking. He heard a loud banging sound, and raised a curious eyebrow. Now he wished he could see whatever was going on, but he decided that it probably wasn't the best idea right now. He was about to say something to Adi, but Georgia came in at that moment and questioned them on what they did. Her voice sounded different. It only took him two seconds to put two and two together. The other personality had come out. He wondered how she was like. Maybe the other personality was like. It occurred to him that who he met last night was probably the other personality.

Adi answered first and then continued to acknowledge his status as being a jock. So she can't imagine him being a jock despite him being big and strong. Melvin laughed. "I guess you're right. Jocks are usually brainless, and I'm probably smarter than all of the football teams in Gotham combined." He was only half joking. "Then again, if I wasn’t so smart I couldn’t work for Ace Chemicals. I work out of the city most of the time for them." Melvin told Georgia and Adi.

He grinned. “When I’m back here at home I work as an escort.” Melvin told them shamelessly, wondering how they would react to that. He didn’t completely lie about Ace Chemicals, he did help them some, and he didn’t lie at all about being an escort. The thought of being an escort was very amusing to him. It was a fun paying job and it wasn’t on a schedule or anything like that. He wasn’t living pay check to pay check. It also helped when he needed a hit on someone and they happened to use the escort services. He could arrange for him getting that person and take the hit out on them. They would never expect to be killed half way through a situation like that. Melvin almost laughed at the thought of it.

Melvin looked over at Georgia, giving her a once over. Even her sitting was different than before. “What’s your name?” Melvin asked her, even though she was introduced earlier. He was curious as to whether this personality had its own name like most people with a split personality. Georgia’s personality would either say her name was Georgia or be completely open, saying her name. He was hoping more for the second one so Melvin wouldn’t sound like someone with short term memory loss. Melvin had near photographic memory when he didn’t have a concussion or wasn’t drugged.

[Georgia LeBou~Howlett]

But there is still hope,
maybe one day it will finally end,
Then she can be free once more,
never to face this again.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone,
but she cant stop the bloodlust,
And she prays she will die,
maybe that end will come soon.

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Reaper listened as the fellow named Mel spoke about his occupation. Ace Chemicals, interesting. She thought as she took a swig from her black bottle. She looked to a rather annoyed Georgia when he added in the fact he also worked as an escort. Geo gritted her teeth as she looked on toward Reaper. “Don’t even think about it.” She said as she eyed her counter self. Reaper smiled and responded with a coo “I’ve checked through a lot of agencies, which one is it that you work for? I’d have remembered that face if it was one of the ones I use. Need to keep up with the Jones’s so to speak when your colleagues are constantly hounding you.” Reaper said as she started to play around with her hair.

She looked over to a now enraged Georgia who was flailing about where she sat, cursing in a string of violent words and empty threats. “The moment I get back into control, you are done, finished, das vidania!”[/b] she yelled at herself. Reaper gave a small chuckle to herself as she enjoyed the view of a pissed off Georgia. “I do imagine you refer to the escort who is basically a, chaperon, of sorts?” Reaper said before taking another drink.

“Alright, so, I start looking for a new place tomorrow. There is no way I’m going to get off Scott-free for this one…”[/b] Georgia said to herself as she hid behind her hair once more. Reaper was having fun tormenting Georgia. Reaper often had more fun torturing Geo through ways quiet similar to playing games with boys. She knew how Geo felt about relationships period. All a bunch of emotions that make one crazy. But, the way Reaper figured it, she was already crazy.

It came with the territory of being what they were. What came next gave her ample opportunity to further mess with her other halves mind. Once Melvin looked over her and asked her name. She started to grin and gave the same toothy smile as she had given the night before. “Well, technically, I am Georgia.”[/b] She started to say then looked over to Georgia who seemed to calm down slightly. “But, at this moment, Georgia isn’t home. She says hello though.”[/b] Reaper said as she waved her hand in a hello stance. “Soooo, to answer your question, I am Rhea Pur.”[/b] Reaper said coolly sitting on the arm of the couch.

She looked to her right while dangling her legs and smiled. She then looked back to her left were Mel and Adi sat. She looked over a Georgia who was still seemingly curled up in the fetal position as she sat on the couch hiding behind her hair. ‘Oh come now Georgia. Don’t be a baby. You know I can’t tell a lie.’[/i] She cooed in her mind. Georgia looked up at her with hate in her eyes. “Dead. You are soooooo dead when I get back.”[/b] Geo said as she looked through some spots in her hair.

Reaper patted her head, appearing to be patting the air. “There there, hun, they know who you are either way.” She said out loud as she looked over Adi and Mel. She gave a quick wink to Mel, letting him know she knew who he was. This was the best game she had in awhile. “Any other questions you have for me? I cannot tell a lie, even if my dear counterpart wants me to keep my mouth shut.” Reaper said as she put one leg over the other.[/color]


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But it doesn't,
and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster,
with hate filled in her dark eyes.
But a Taranuhl,
this is what her heart will forever be,
Trapped in a destiny,
consumed for the rest of eternity.