Post by Joker on Dec 21, 2011 15:13:16 GMT -5
"I remember that day.....
The day that changed my life.
Changed who I was..... Forever.
Maybe if I hadn’t meet them....
Would I still be alive?"
-Joker
Joker/Eric Talking
Doll/Anna Talking
Beast/Julia Talking
Dagger/Charlie Talking
Doll/Anna Talking
Beast/Julia Talking
Dagger/Charlie Talking
Maybe this hate wasn’t as bad as he thought. Maybe this disability wasn’t as bad as he presumed it to be. Of course, nobody treated him like a human, but that was to be expected. He was a street rat by every law of nature. Poor, sickly, hunger-stricken, and dirty. He was born by a prostitute, Karen Taylor who is presumed to be dead, with the name of Eric Taylor. Now this "Eric Taylor" is dead. And Joker replaced him. Everything changed about him. His personality, his face, his emotions, and also his beliefs.
Part 1
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Rain was pouring from the sky in heavy amounts. The red hair stuck to his face in clumps because of being out in the rain. He had no place to go.. so he tried to find shelter among the streets of the East End of London. It was a disgusting place where even the smallest hints of food and shelter were hard to come by. It was even worse for a kid of only 15 years of age. Others were stronger and it was after all, survival of the fittest. But under all of the pressure he found a hidden place, that was covered with a large tarp. Wiping his eyes clear of the rain he stood there for a second as his eyes adjusted. He saw small blurry figures hiding under the tarp, together as if they were freezing to death. An expression of amazement crossed his face before he looked away. He always had a soft spot for families, because he always wanted one...
He waved his left hand dismissively, the sleeve of his right arm dangling widely because of it being drenched. "I'll fin' 'nother place." His accent was heavy and it made his words hard to recognize but other street rats would have no trouble with it. He started to walk off but a small voice stopped him. "Ya' can com' 'er and rest if ya' need..." He looked back at the group, his eyes wide for a second, before he turned back to them. "Ya' 'ure? I can fin' 'nother place.. I don’t min'." He smiled sadly, the rain still soaking his clothes. The girl that was talking nodded, as if in a yes.
He thought about it for a second and then came to the brick wall and sat down slowly. The tarp now covered his face from the rain. He flashed a ghost of a smile across his face before introducing himself with a small wave. "I'm Eric.. Wha' 're yo'r names?" They didn't answer for a minute and in this minute he looked them over. They seemed of different ages.
The older one seemed to a girl with black wavy hair but in this dark it could have been a dark shade of brown. Her eyes seemed honest, calm, and slightly uneasy, the color was a dark red that seemed almost crimson. The second oldest was probably the boy that was the closest to him. This boy had the same dark colored hair as the oldest one, and the same eyes, though his was a light blue. The youngest was sandwiched between them. He couldn't tell by looking at it what her gender was, but it was undoubtedly the one that was talking to him before. Her hair was a light brown that faded to be a bit darker. Her eyes were soft, glowing a very light blue that made him think of the sky on a bright day.
The oldest started with the introductions. She pointed to herself. "My name's Julia." She paused and pointed to the youngest. "The lil' one is Anna." The male interrupted after she paused again. "My name is Charlie."
