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  1. TimTwoFace

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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #7

    IC: Two-Face
    June 26
    12:00pm

    We've just crossed from the Cheese State of Wisconsin to Minnesota. The sun is high in the air, the skies are clear, it looks like it's going to be a beautiful day.

    "I have to go to the bathroom."

    And our little chippy over there, Emily, has to go to the bathroom.

    "HoLd It In. We'Re NoT sToPpInG aNyWhErE wItH pEoPlE aRoUnD."

    She bites her lip at me and squirms a bit. "No, I'm serious, I really need to..."

    "Shut up back there!" Max yells, suddenly an authority figure in the car. "Boss she's just trying to escape is all, and you know she's gonna rat us out to the cops."

    "Yeah, they'll be onto us long before we ever hit the west coast," Min chimes in.

    I groan to myself - I already pondered that possibility.

    "I won't be returning home, even if you do let me go," she says, staring out the window. And still squirming. I look over at her with a stern look on her face. "I quit my job last night. The boss has been harassing me on my late night shifts for weeks now, and I've done nothing about it. I'm too embarassed to go home and tell my parents. We're a good Chrisitan family and they would've disowned me."

    Typical teen angst. How I loathe it. It's caused so many juveniles to turn into such bad eggs over the years - I've seen it first hand back when I was District Attorney. Hell, Min and Max here weren't the cleanest kids in their younger years, either.

    "My boyfriend would've probably killed him, too. I mean, there's nothing left for me in Chicago. Ever since we picked up and left Cincinnati three years ago, I've been lost and alone up here. I just graduated high school last week and it was abysmal - I knew people there but we just never connected as friends, ya know?"

    No, I don't know. And I don't give a rat's ass either, kid. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you're still alive.

    "So I decided to run away." She looks over at us and wipes a tear trickling down her cheek. "Ironically, you three came into my life at just the right time."

    "Oh PlEaSe," I groan, trying to stretch in my uncomfortable cramped position. "GeT oVeR iT. eVeRyOnE gOeS tHrOuGh ToUgH tImEs, ThAt'S nOtHiNg NeW. aNd I'vE nO pAtIeNcE tO lIsTeN tO a LiTtLe GiRl'S wHiNiNg At ThIs MoMeNt." I shoot a glance at her; she's looking down into her lap, picking at some crusted tomato sauce on her apron.

    I look up at her face, and it's hauntingly familiar. I mean, the hair colour is different - she's a brunette - but her profile, her eyes, so much about her reminds me of Grace. And this Emily is only a few years younger than Grace was when I first met her in college. Part of me wants to reach over and comfort her, but no - wake up, Harvey. That's not her. It's just some brat from the Midwest. This isn't Grace.

    The car drives in silence for a few more miles down the interstate. Just as the bumps and grooves in the road and the rocking motion of the car take their toll on me and my eyes begin to close, I hear that voice again.

    "I still have to go to the bathroom."
     
  2. TimTwoFace

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    OOC: Just so ya guys know, as I stated in the AIM chat rooms (if anyone noticed), I intend to include all of the people participating in this RPG (at least in name only) as various civilians I run into on my cross-country road trip flashback sequence. If anyone doesn't want to be included for whatever reason, speak up. I've gotten the nod from AndreaBeaumont and Reirden already, just waiting for the rest, now. :)

    -Tim
     
  3. Kylewayne

    Kylewayne Mrs. Outlander00

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    OOC: don't want to be mentioned. Thanks^^
     
  4. Phantasm

    Phantasm Bittersweet Symphony.

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    OOC: okay, i think it's about i said something.Sory if commenting on tHE happenings of tHE story isn't allowed or something!Now i am almost halfway through this RPG and am deeply impressed. AndreaBeaumont did such a great job!!!!I was hoping someone would writie something on andi...she is shuch an interesting character.infact when i first saw the RPG,instinctively i wanted to play andi but the spot was taken...but really i think andrebeaumont handled it really well.But bruce seems cold towards his daughter so far.BUT i haven't read it all yet so...
     
  5. AndreaBeaumont

    AndreaBeaumont The Genuine Article

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    "Emily.."
    June 26
    3:00am


    I wipe my eyes and sigh. I squint against the lights of a car as it pulls up and stops in the parking lot. I go back to mopping up my tears....

    I hear two people approaching with heavy steps. Their feet stop in front of me as I sniffle.

    "Outa the way lady, we're hungry."

    "We're closed," I cry.

    "But you obviously work here so you obviously have keys to get us in. Come on, we're starving here, lady."

    "No, we're closed." I murmur again. Can't they see the lights off?


    I gasp as I feel cold steel press against my temple and I stop breathing for a second.

    "I'm gonna ask you nice one last time, girl. Open the damned door."

    "BoYs, YoU'rE a ReAl PaIr Of IdIoTs, YoU kNoW tHaT?"

    I hear a car door slam and another man walks over confidently.

    As he walks closer the light spills over and climbs up his pant legs, his chest, his...face...

    Oh my god... I let of horrified scream and it crashes against the buildings echoing.

    "Shut up!" I hear as two big fat sweaty hands clamp over my mouth not only stifling the scream but my ability to breathe as well.

    "You brought this upon your self, lady. We're just doing what we gotta do, you made us." I see one of the men raise his gun just as the freak speaks...

    "JuSt WhAt Do YoU tHiNk YoU'rE dOiNg?" he says calmly, he's obviously incharge.

    "We was hungry and, come on, you heard her, if she keeps screaming everyone's gonna wake up and everyone's gonna notice us. Get with it, boss." The oaf with the sweaty hands says.

    I wince and jump severly as the guy with the messed up face shots one off a foot or so away from me.

    "No, YoU gEt WiTh It. We'Re On A mIsSiOn HeRe AnD yOu TwO hAvE bEeN mEsSiNg It Up tHe MoMeNt wE lEfT gOtHaM. yOu'Re NoT eVeN mEn EnOuGh To StOmAcH nOt ChOw dOwN oN tHiS gReAsY sTuFf EvErY tEn MiNuTeS. AnD nOw YoU'rE gOiNg To KiLl ThIs GiRl?"

    God they're gonna kill me...

    "You're going soft, boss." I hear come from one of them.

    'Boss' makes two quick steps forward and decks the last one who talked, something wet hits my face.

    "ThE cOiN wIlL dEcIdE." I listen to the noise of a coin being flipped and I watch it glimmer in little light the resturant provides...

    "ShE lIvEs."

    I breathe a quiet sigh of relief but can't keep from shaking...

    "But Two-Face, she's seen us! I mean, no offence, but your face sticks out like a sore thumb, even outside of Gotham."

    "We'Ll HaVe To BrInG hEr WiTh Us FoR nOw." I watch as he walks back to the car and climbs in.

    I'm quickly ousted and tossed in the back seat with him.


    "I mEaNt In ThE tRuNk, YoU iDiOtS."

    I glance at him again and divert my eyes so as not to stare. I push myself into the farthest corner practically crawling up the wall.

    "HeLlO," It speaks to me..."WhAt'S yOuR nAmE?"

    "Em...errr...Emily." I manage to choke out and tremor a little.

    "WeLl, MiSs EmIlY, iT aPpEaRs YoU'vE gOtTeN yOuRsElF iNtO a BiT oF a PiCkLe."


    I grimace inwardly, more than you know...

     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #8

    IC: Two-Face
    June 26
    5:05pm

    I hate cars. There's a reason I rarely drive myself, and that's so I can recline in the back seat and tend to other business so I don't need to keep my eyes on the road at all times. Leave that to the hired help.

    "Crossing into South Dakota...NOW, boss," Max says happily as the state line passes under us. I nod in response.

    Except this is a little different. Not since I was a child have I gone this far before. Oh, there was that quick trip to the crimelord convention in Chicago a couple years back, but this is very different.

    This is very different cuz I can't feel my legs.

    "Sorry."

    I look over at the girl we have in the back seat with me. "WhAt?"

    "I...just hit your leg with my knee. Sorry."

    And I didn't even feel it.

    What are we gonna do with this girl, anyway? I look at her, leaning against the window, shooting out her lower lip as she's likely pouting, pining away about something that she or people her age lose. I hate people that wear their emotions on their sleave.

    "Boss, I'm getting sleepy," Min says. A second or two later, the car swurves into the other lane. I can hear a wailing car horn behind us.

    "SuNsEt IsN't FoR hOuRs. KeEp DrIvInG. oR sWiTcH dRiVeRs."

    "But we're both exhausted. We haven't gotten out since that pit-stop at the rest area, have hardly any food in our bellies, and I swear, I can't even see straight any more. We need to book a hotel room or something."

    "I'm NoT pAyInG fOr ThAt. WaY tOo RiSkY, bEsIdEs."

    "OH COME ON!" They both holler in unison. "Ask the skirt, I bet she'd agree with us."

    I shoot a glance over at her; she looks back, and the turns her head, obviously not wanting a part of this.

    "OK, get the coin out! Come on, it's two against two," Max spits.

    I rummage through my pocket and find the coin. After brushing some lint off of it, I flip it into the air and catch it. "GoOd HeAdS." They're so lucky. I can see them grin in the rear view mirror. "BuT nOwHeRe CoStLy. We'Re On A tIgHt BuDgEt."

    "Yeah, sure," I hear Max say.

    "Man, he's as cheap as my old man," Min adds.

    I hold my head in my hands. The things I do for you, Grace. The things I do to cleanse my soul and find my lady-love. Look at all these idiots I've surrounded myself with, only to get closer to you.

    "She means a lot to you, doesn't she?"

    I look over at Emily. "PaRdOn?"

    "What you just said there, this Grace person."

    Damnit, I said it aloud. "Uh, SuRe."

    "No, it's...sorta sweet," she stammers. I can tell she's very uncomfortable. But this is the first thing she said that hasn't come out as whining all day.
     
  7. The Guitar Slayer

    The Guitar Slayer 1965 to Eternity

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    Batman

    Saturday, July 9

    It is 10:30 AM Eastern Time. Between transatlantic travel, among other distractions, it has been hard to keep track of time in the two zones.

    In short:

    From 4:22 to about 9 PM London time, I ransacked whatever was left in Andrea and Angela's house. In regard to the matter hand, there was very little to investigate; I had taken care of the majority of the outstanding accounts as executor of Andrea's will (with the notable exception of Angela's trust fund). However, I did discover a key taped to the underside of the rolltop desk in Andrea's room. It opened a safety deposit box in a London bank. I discovered that at 7:43 PM. The two of them had cleaned out the place quite well, leaving very little for me to go on. Ergo, my next stop was logically London.

    At this point, I was ignoring logic. So of course, I stayed behind to explore the house of my daughter's childhood. I tried to leave it as undisturbed as possible...but I did take one thing.

    In London, I opened the box at the bank. Empty. Angela had a key of her own, apparently. Over the objections of the manager, I yanked the drawer completely out of the wall and inspected the back of the wall. Just as I thought, the box had been filled to capacity, and when Angela took it out, a few scraps of paper had been caught in the runner. I retrieved them and was shortly escorted from the bank, never to be seen again.

    I'm on the plane right now. I should land in Gotham within the half-hour. Laid out before me are three seemingly unrelated documents. Age has yellowed them, and constant handling has worn holes and frayed the edges of each clipping. The first is in Andrea's careful printing. It appears to be a map of sorts, and judging from the date on the bottom of it, it was last updated shortly before she came to Gotham. I stare at it. There is a pattern of dots, of various colors...ROY G BIV. I start at the first red dot. The Acme Factory. Where Joker began.

    I continue the pattern, one by one, my mind filling in the memory and crime attached to each place. This is a map of Gotham. Andrea had been tracking the Joker since she was last here, going back in to his birth that night when he pitched himself into the vat. Likely, Angela had the stories that helped create the map. I take out a small pencil and carefull connect the dots. Joker always moved in a pattern, as random as it was. I add in the house and the dinner hall used in his last escapade.

    It doesn't make sense.

    Ah, I forgot his favorite stop. Arkham.

    I connect the last stop in each series of crimes to Arkham, and the picture forms. Everything he's done over the years will ultimately climax in a great punchline. Thus, he gets his "Ha Ha." He's spelling that out, judging from this pattern Andrea and has drawn out. For now, he's not quite done, but I believe I have enough to go on. There.

    But what is it? Supposedly, it's in the middle of nowhere. The map Andrea used is 17 years out of date.

    Then I guess it's where these blueprints come in. Angela's doing, more than likely. I'll have to cross reference them when I get back to the cave.

    The third piece of paper is a fish filet recipe with the process of deboning and cutting into charming shapes is detailed.

    Andrea had some strange hobbies, but I doubt cooking was one of them. I have a feeling these were her ultimate intentions....

    My cell phone rings. "Yes?"

    "Master Bruce, he's awake."

    I bolt upright, banging my bad knee on the stupid flight tray in front of it. I grab at it as I say, "When did he wake up?"

    "Two hours ago. And it seems we had a visitor at the same time."

    My heart sinks. "Who was it?"

    "Master Dick is convinced that it was Barbara Gordon. But as we all know, he has an acquired weakness for redheads, not unlike another person I know."

    "Was anything missing by any chance?"

    A moment of silence. "Yes, sir."

    "Something of....Andrea's?"

    He answers quietly. "Yes, sir."

    I end the conversation and lean back in my seat again. Angela, don't finish your mother's business. I don't want to have to drag you...see you go as she did...become her...become me.

    I reach into my pocket and run my hands over the ribbon in my pocket. It's attached to a pair of ballet shoes, her first pair.

    I'll pay for your dancing lessons, dear.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROADTRIP FLASHBACK #9

    IC: Two-Face
    June 26
    11:59pm
    -Somewhere in South Dakota

    I woulda left her in the car but I didn't have a choice.

    As bullet-proof as the doors are, the car isn't sound-proof. And if this Emily chippy started screaming her lungs out, the local hick cops would be on to us in no time.

    "So boss, where are we gonna sleep?" Min - or Max, I don't know or care who - asks me as we pass through the threshold of our illustrious room at "Bob's Motor Inn". The two twins enter the room first and spot the two double beds.

    I follow in closely behind with our unlikely accomplice, holding her wrists behind her back. I spy the two beds and grin. "YoU tWo TaKe ThE oNe At ThE fAr EnD. i'Ll TaKe ThE oNe By ThE dOoR hErE. tWo PeR bEd."

    Our hostage yelps.

    "What about her?"

    I crane my neck over her shoulder and smile. "ThE fLoOR. cAlL tHe OfFiCe AnD wRaNgLe Up SoMe ExTrA pIlLoWs AnD a BlAnKeT oR tWo." I close the door with my heel and use all five locking devices to barricade the four of us in the room from the rest of the world. I seat Emily at the table and unload our one bag of luggage.

    "Boss," Max says, picking up the phone reciever, "phone's dead."

    "ThEn WaLk To ThE dAmNeD oFfIcE. iT's LikE oNe MiNuTe AwAy." Do I have to do all the thinking around here?

    Evidently so. The two henchmen leave the room, locking us other two in. Now to get some answers.

    "WhAt ThE hElL aRe YoU dOiNg, GiRl?"

    "Huh?"

    "RuNnInG aWaY. hAnGiNg WiTh KnOwN cRiMiNaLs. YoU sEeM tO bE tAkInG iT pReTtY wElL." I loosen my tie, unleashing the stress after a long day's work of trying to remain sane in the back seat of that blasted car.

    She just shrugs her shoulders. "I told you, I was planning to run away. Besides, you guys took me a lot further than I'd ever be able to get on my own untraced." I cock my right eye at her. "No, really - you've no idea what the hell I'm leaving behind. You guys may be royally *****ed up, but it's better than my other option back home."

    I pound my fist on the table and growl. "I sAyS pArDoN!?"

    "Oh come on, look at you, you're not the most sane bunch in the world. And those other two don't have an independent thought between them. Not to mention that face of yours..."

    I raise my hand, the back of it to her face, and snarl. Her face lights up with this innocent glow and I halt the mighty swing I had planned. "WaTcH iT wItH tHe FaCiAl ReMaRkS."

    She gulps. "No, I didn't mean it like that...it's sorta cool, I guess. What...happened to it, anyway?"

    "AcId TrIp."

    I look at her again. She's damned lucky to be alive. The coin hasn't had such a long string of "good heads" in a while. Besides, when I look at her, all I see is that Grace I once knew. Well, a brunette Grace, anyway.

    There was a long pause. The boys should be returning from the office any moment now.

    "Where are you going, anyway?"

    Should I tell her? The less she knows, the better. "SeAtTlE, oR tHeReAbOuTs." Idiot. She's working you over, you know that.

    "Really? AWESOME! I have this internet friend over there that I could crash with once we get there, lives just outside the city itself. What a coincidence." She's beaming with the possibilities.

    There's a knock at the door. I look through the peep-hole and see both Min and Max's mugs grinning back and me, with two pillows each in their hands. I let them in.

    "WhAt, No BlAnKeTs?"

    "Didn't have any there. Sorry, boss." They drop the pillows in a heap on the floor between my bed and the door, and start undressing out of their suits as they make their way to their own bed.

    Emily looks at the pile of plush pillows, and then back at me. "YoU cAn HaVe My ToP sHeEt. ThEsE hOtEl CoVeRiNgS mAkE mE wAy ToO hOt, AnYwAy."

    I check my watch. 12:05am. We oughta hit the sack, we've got a lot of road to cover tomorrow.
     
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    OOC - HA! See, post in by 9:39pm..MY TIME! 'cause you didn't specify your time or my time GS =P

    This post dedicated to my pain in the neck yard ::shakes fist at it::

    IC -
    Saturday, July 9
    5:30pm

    Look at that sun! So nice and bright! Shining on all of that tall grass. Why the grass is so tall it's blocking most of the window.

    The past two weeks have been such a hassle! First Harley is absolutely fanatic about having another doctor see me, then we have to move to the country so I can rest up and she can play nurse! What sillyness!

    Though, I must admit, it has been kind of nice....

    If I wasn't in this bloody full body cast! Hmm, now I do remember seeing one of those driveable lawnmowers on the way in...I think I shall cut the grass!

    "HAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRLEEEEEEEEEEY!!" I holler and wait for her to come in.

    I hear her scamper in, she's even in a cute little nurse outfit.

    "I've decided to get a breath of fresh air and mow the lawn. I know I saw one of those driveable lawn mowers somewhere in this barn of a house!"

    I sigh as Harley collects a few of the henchmen we have lazing about the house to help me into a wheelchair.

    "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I say as I wheelie myself down the hallway, towards the garage.

    My! They're so slow, it takes them a few good lumbering moments before they open up the garage door and take me to the lawn mower. One of them whisks off the tarp covering it, causing a billow of dirt and dust to envelope us all.

    I swat the nearest goon. "You bufoons! Are you trying to kill me by choking me to death??"

    "Sorry boss," the henchmen say in unison.

    Help these days, I really ought to look into getting some smarter henchmen, perhaps robots? Or a good ol' fashion brainwashing!

    The henchmen slowly lift me into the driver's seat and before they can even open up the doors I whisk on out, crashing straight through them!

    "WOOOHOOOOOOOOOOO!" I holler as I get my first fresh breath of air in weeks!

    I go about zig zagging through our enormous yard! It's so big... I draw all sorts of happy little smiley faces in it and a few haha's too!

    Oh look! There's a few kids running around. Happy as day! Why I think they're playing hide and go seek in this tall grass! What a wonderful day to mow the lawn in fact!

    I grin and slow down as I near one of the kids, "Having fun little tyke?" I quiry.

    The little brat makes a face, "Shh! If you speak up they'll find me! They always find me first!"

    I grin wider, "Why I know just the place where they'll never be able to find you!"

    The twip's face brightens, "Really mister??"

    "Why of course! Just turn around real quick." The unsuspecting shrimp turns around and I slowly back the lawn mower up...

    *SQUISH* Ah, what a lovely sound comes from crushing a little lad!

    I quickly head over to the seeker. I wink at her as I say, "Hey there little lady! I saw one of your friends over there!" I point in the direction where I had just killed her little friend.

    "Where mister?" She says as she turns around and stands on tiptoes.

    "Why right under my lawn mower!"

    *CRUNCH* HeeeeeeeeheheehehehhehehehehhehehahhAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! What a joy mowing the lawn is! And such a nice color to add to this sea of green. It will be so nice when I am healed enough to paint the whole world this lovely shade of red! HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHAHHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA


    OOC- Ok, it's a bit off...a bit rusty and I really don't know what I'm supposed to be doing, seeing as the Joker is still a bit too crippled to be doing anything of much use right now.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #10

    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    7:47am
    -somewhere in South Dakota

    Min and Max toss the luggage in the trunk and slam it shut. The girl and I are sitting in the back seat, waiting to leave before the rest of this sleepy town wakes up. And before the manager of this sleepy half-star budget motel wakes up. $30 saved is $30 earned.

    The girl, Emily, is slouched over in the corner, shielding herself from the glowing rays of sunlight filtering in through the tinted windows of the back seat. I guess she didn't sleep as well as I projected. But I ain't giving up my bed to some kid that just got lucky on a string of good heads.

    She's lucky to have gotten this far.

    "...yeah, I bet we could get deep into Montana or Wyoming or something today," Max says, hopping into the driver's seat. "Right, Two-Face? Thanks for letting us rest for once, I feel like a million bucks."

    Min grumbled. "You were kicking me like a horse all night, bro."

    "Ma always said you were the whiny one didn't she?" Max retorts.

    "Yeah, and you got your ma's chubby thighs, too."

    "Don't be talkin' about my mama like that!"

    "She's your mama too!"

    "Yeah, and I'm ashamed to be related to you, you..."

    "BoYs!" They stop and look into the mirror. "JuSt ShUt Up AnD dRiVe." And to think my mind is a non-stop war of bickering.

    The car pulls out the back entrance to the motel - simply called "MOTEL", drives past a diner with a neon sign, suggesting we eat at this placed, aptly called "JOE'S", and returns to the interstate. A few miles down the road, my glazed vision catches a large colourful billboard about an airshow that's being held in some town about 100 miles down the road...this afternoon, no less.

    And the gears begin to turn again.

    "BoYs, YoU sAiD yOu'Re BoTh PiLoTs, RiGhT?"

    "Not legally, but yeah, we've flown before..."

    "ExCeLlEnT. i'D aPpReCiAtE cHeCkInG oUt ThAt AiRsHoW iF yOu DoN't MiNd."

    They grin at each other, happy to be doing something that's more interesting than just staring at the horizon for twelve hours a day. I grin, looking down at my cell phone, fully recharged, waiting for Rob Valestra to call me with that necessary information.

    Things are finally falling into place.

    I flip my coin into the air and snatch it gaily, chuckling to myself as I play out the ideas in my mind. Oh, happy day.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #11

    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    10:00am
    -somewhere in South Dakota

    "This the exit, Two-Face?"

    I look out the window and see the large colourful billboards, reading in a crazy, carnivalesque font, "Big Reir's Travelling Hot Air Show". Over the horizon I can see a rainbow-coloured balloon hovering in the air. This is it.

    "LoOkS lIkE. gO fOr It."

    The car glides over onto the offramp and bumps over the dip as we hang a quick right onto the wide two-lane road heading towards the local air field. The jolting rattles our passenger awake with a loud, solid crack of her temple against the window.

    "Nnnngh...damnit, what the hell..." she groans, rubbing her forehead, groaning some more. I keep looking straight ahead through the tops of my eyes, head tilting forward.

    "Uh, Face, why are we going here?"

    "It'S a FaIr. AlL tHeSe CaRnY tYpEs ArE tHe SaMe. ThE wHolE lOt Of ThEm ArE cRoOkEd. AnD tHaT's WhO wE hAvE tO dEaL wItH."

    "But at an air show?"

    My eyes connect with Min's in the rear view mirror, and once he realizes my stern gaze won't shift, he backs off, and sets his eyes back on the road ahead of him.

    "YoU'lL sEe SoOn EnOuGh, MiN. yOu'Ll SeE."

    And maybe while we're there, we can pick up a copy of the Gotham Gazette, if they deliver it that far out here. I've been out of touch with the ol' town for way too long already.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #12

    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    10:14am
    -Big Reir's Hot Air Show, South Dakota

    My fingers wrap around the door handle, ready to spring the door open. I hope we didn't take this detour for nothing.

    "What are you doing?"

    I look to my left; Emily's sitting there, staring back at me with her mouth agape. "wHaT?"

    "Going out in public like that. You're going to stick out like a sore thumb. Unless everyone else in this hick town has a messed up face like that." She smirks.

    I smirk, too - and draw the back of my hand away from my body, preparing for a swing. "WaTcH wHaT yOu SaY aRoUnD mE, gIrL."

    She crosses her arms and stares me down. The guts she has. "Well come on, you're like instantly recognizable, and I doubt you'd want to be noticed. I thought you were trying to move cross-country incognito. Hell if I care about that, though - the less the authorities and the press notice you're here, the less chance that I'll be found, thank you. I'm not going back to Chicago. Ever."

    I scowl and growl deep within my throat. And out comes that beloved coin again. I hold it up in the ray of light shining through the window, making sure Emily sees the glimmer of light shining off of its edge.

    She lunges forward and snatches it out of my hand. "Stop relying on this damned thing, I already have an idea." She tosses the coin on the ground and covers it with her foot; my heart is on fire, my blood is boiling, my breathing is laboured. Emily reaches down into the plastic bag of stuff Min and Max swiped from the gas station a few days ago and retrieves the cover-up make-up they bought. "It'll work. Trust me."

    I hear a stifled giggle from the front seat. My eyes connect with Max, staring back at me in the mirror.

    Good God, woman, we didn't kidnap you so you could act like my mother.
     
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    July 9, 12:45 PM

    The clock slides away, and I step into the Cave. The clock's hydraulics hiss as it resumes its normal position on the wall. I walk down the stone stairs, feeling the temperature drop as I go underground. I follow a set of lights that are focused on the center of the room. A figure in black and white moves between tables, handling shiny metal instruments.

    "Man, Alfred, I could really go for a pastrami sandwich..." mumbles the living contusion on the bed.

    "The only way you're getting it is through a blender, Master Dick." Alfred resumes his diagnostic checks on the young man on the bed.

    I stand on the landing above the examination area and look down. "Glad to see your appetite's back." He can't turn to look at me, but I see Dick's head bob in recognition. "Other than the obvious, how do you feel?"

    As I finish my trek down to the main level, an IV-laden hand rises and flip flops. So-so. I pull up a stool beside the bed and settle myself down. Once he sees me, his face tries to form one of his trademark grins, but fails. Too swollen. "How long, Bruce?"

    "Over two weeks." He groans a little and fidgets as much as he can at the moment.

    "Take it easy. You're out of the game for a while, like it or not." I hear him grumbling down in the base of his throat already. "I heard you already had a visitor earlier..."

    He sighs. "I thought it was Barb..."

    "But it wasn't."

    "Angela, I guess. I don't know what happened between the two of you..." He takes a deep breath...off the respirator already. Good boy. "...but you have to find her." Breath. "She took something from near the computer."

    I start in with "Did you see--" but Alfred cuts me off. "That's enough for now, Master Bruce." His eyes send me the same message, but not in as polite terms.

    I nod and reach over to take a hold of Dick's less mangled hand. "Don't worry. Just get yourself back to normal." I let it go and go toward the computer. I was never good at the sentimental stuff.

    Within a few keystrokes, I find that the Crane was not accessed, nor was any of the electrical equipment. I turn to look at the table on the far side of the computer. There lies the remains of the Phantasm. However, this grave has been disturbed. I run my hands over the fabric, hoping to slice my hand open on what should be there. No such luck.

    Angela took the scythe.

    It's rather obvious as to what she intends to do.

    What isn't obvious is how she got in. Not through the house; the motion detectors would have gone off. The climb through the access tunnels would have been too time-consuming for what she had to do. I wonder... if the size is right...but was she strong enough?

    I go into the changing area and remove my suit, opting instead for my self-designated Cave exploring clothes. As I lace up my boots, I look in the general direction of the fissure in question. I suppose if Andrea made it there, it's entirely possible.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    1:23 PM

    I'm getting too damn old for this.

    I slide my hand in between the cracks and pull myself up to the light source. The grate has been moved...not enough for me to get through, but enough for a woman to get through. I reach overhead and flip the grate into the dirt and hoist myself out.

    It's been a long time since I've been up here. I try not to disturb the bats, being as they were here first. Then again, there are also some...memories I'd rather leave to rest here. My eyes crawl over the dust. There's her path. I follow it a ways to where her motorcycle was once parked. I already knew that she had retrieved all of her belongings from the storage unit. Where was she? Likely in a motel somewhere, lying in wait. Knowing her genes, it will be easy to wait for Harley to make another appearance and follow her.

    I return to the entrance of the Bat Cave and take in what transpired here in the past. The sudden appearance of its residents, the return of a token of affection, and then the gift of a new one.

    It's odd how I'm inspired by the past.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #13
    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    10:30am
    -South Dakota, at Big Reir's Hot Air Show

    "Just stick with me and you'll be fine."

    You're not my mother, kid. "ShUt Up, YoU'rE nOt My MoThEr."

    "No, but I'm gonna make sure you don't get us all busted." Emily takes my hand and we walk into the air park fairgrounds. I can hear the theme to Monty Python's Flying Circus in the background, occasionally being overtaken by the buzz of the small propellor planes and other cessnas circling around in the skies above.

    "BuT i LoOk AnD fEeL lIkE aN iDiOt." I wipe my hand, still holding that backstabbing coin, against my left cheek, scraping off some of the flesh-coloured foundation she had applied over the scars and burns.

    "Just be happy we stopped before I added the mascara," she snaps back. "Where the hell are we going, anyway?"

    I look around the moderately busy fairgrounds, and catch Min and Max wandering off towards one of the larger hangars in the distance. "TeN mInUtEs, BoYs. SeE iF yOu CaN fInD aNyThInG iNtErEsTiNg." I keep searching, myself...and then I see it. "CoMe On."

    Dragging the young girl behind me like a dead weight, I make my way to the infodesk. The middle-aged woman sitting behind the table in the short grass looks up at me with a rather audiable gasp. I knew that make-up wouldn't hide the damned face - it just coloured it. "Good morning, how can I help you?"

    I catch her trying not to stare. Probably for the better. "ThE mAn YoU cAlL bIg ReIr. I'd LiKe To MeEt WiTh HiM."

    "You mean Chris? He's busy at the moment, he's..."

    "No No No, I bElIeVe He'S nOt ToO bUsY fOr Me. I'm FrOm OuT oF tOwN aNd HaVe QuItE aN OfFeR fOr HiM -"

    "Sir..."

    "-tHaT hE cAn'T rEfUsE, iF hE kNoWs WhAt'S gOoD fOr HiM."

    Emily tugs on my wrist, trying to get me to knock off the tough guy act. But no, this air show was here on the side of the road on my journey for a reason. I need to take advantage of it. "I'll...be right back."

    "TaKe YoUr TiMe."

    The woman waddled off into the crowd towards the grandstands; I decide to stay here and stay in the shade, so this make-up doesn't melt off too quickly.

    "What are you doing? Threatening people like that is going to just attract attention." Emily is glaring up at me, with those narrow, beady little doe-eyes.

    "Oh PlEaSe," I chuckle, "I'vE dEaLt WiTh EnOuGh Of TheSe CaRnIeS aNd CiRcUs PeOpLe AnD tHe LiKe tO kNoW ThAt ThEy'Re AlL cRoOkS. We'Re In ThE cLeAr." And the Bat will never know, not before it's too late.

    "Hey, Face!" I whip my head around and see Max and his brother making their way through the crowd, with a very large, rotund man in a stylish suit and our frumpy female friend in tow. "We have good news!"

    I tilt the left side of my face away from the oncoming entourage and gently shove my female accomplice to the side. Don't call me 'face'...it's drawing attention to it, you nitwit. "Oh? AnD wHaT mIgHt ThAt Be?"

    "Min and I were checking out the cessnas and cropdusters over there and ran into the big man here..."

    "Big Reir," he grins, while hiding behind a pair of shades.

    "...yeah, and we told him that you likely wanted to meet with him, cuz you're such a big fan." And he says it with a wink.

    Well, whadaya know. They have a brain between them after all. "ExCeLlEnT. pLeAsEd tO mEeT yOu, ChRiS."

    "That's Big Reir, son. Big Christopher Reir, and this is my air show," he says in a thick, hick accent. This is why I prefer the city.

    "ThAt'S eXaCtLy WhY i WaNtEd To TaLk WiTh YoU, mY mAn."

    "There something wrong with your voice, boy?" I see Min, Max, and Emily all staring in horror, just waiting for my cover to be blown.

    "No No, jUsT a ToUcH oF a StReP tHrOaT, i'M qUiTe AlL rIgHt. NoW, cOmE wItH mE fOr A wAlK, i'M gOiNg To MaKe YoU aN oFfEr tO bEcOmE a VeRy RiCh MaN."

    And we take a step in the right direction.
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #14
    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    10:50am
    -Big Reir's Hot Air Show, Hickville, South Dakota

    Here I am, sitting in this little trailer not far from the runways of this municipal airport. I can see various propellor planes being taxied about on the runways, waiting to take to the skies for their airborne spectacle.

    And there, in front of me, is the man that calls himself "Big Christopher Reir", the grande architect of this travelling air show. His slurping and crunching into the legs and breasts he's pulling out of that greasy bucket of chicken is often louder than the planes whizzing by outside.

    This is why I prefer the city.

    "So," he says, wiping his greasy fingers on his belly and thighs after sucking off each one in his mouth, "what kind of preposition are you talking about, son?"

    Quit calling me son. You're like five years older than me, tops. "I nEeD a PlAnE. nO, tWo, AcTuAlLy."

    He looks at me with a cocked stare and, after a second's pause, starts laughing, with saliva and chicken bits arcing through the air out of his mouth with every exhalation. "Ha ha ha! You gotta be kiddin' me! I'm not selling my planes! They're vital to my business. Y'see, I dunno how they run things where you're from, but I need my planes here. I run an air show. No planes, no business." And he starts laughing on account of his air-tight logic again.

    "JuSt OnE oR tWo. NoThInG fAnCy. My BoYs OuTsIdE aRe CeRtIfIeD pIlOtS, tOo." Stay calm, Harvey. Whip out that coin and this southerner might be on to us if he gets smart all of a sudden.

    "I'm sorry, Mr..."

    "DeNt."

    "Right, and dense you are, if you think you can just come in here and buy my only means of profit from me." He's still laughing. His belly his jiggling to and fro, up and down. "Sorry, I can't help ya, but thanks for the laugh, man. Here, have a cough drop for that strep throat of yours." He tosses me a pill and gets up and tries to escort me to the door; he opens the door and I can see Min, Max, and Emily waiting outside.

    However, I remain seated. "BuSiNeSs? Oh PlEaSe, PeOpLe LiKe YoU aRe AlWaYs RuNnInG yOuR bUsInEsSeS iNtO tHe GrOuNd. BaD fInAnCiNg, SmAlLeR cRoWdS...iT's A dYiNg BrEeD yOu'Re A pArT oF. aNd HeRe I wAs, AbOuT tO mAkE yOu A dEaL tO kEeP yOu AfLoAt FoR a WhIlE lOnGeR."

    Reir closes the door carefully and pivots back to face me. I knew he couldn't resist, as long as he knew I was dead serious. "Then let's here it."

    "TwO mIlLiOn DoLlArS fOr ThE cRoPdUsTeRs My BoYs WeRe ChEcKiNg OuT eArLiEr. I cOuLd WiRe ThE mOnEy To YoU bY tHe EnD oF tHe DaY fRoM mY aCcOuNt In ThE cAyMaNs."

    I can see the gears in his brain whir ever so slowly as the facts and figures I just threw at him are computed. That should be enough to cover the planes and their operating costs for months, years even. And who the hell cares about seeing cropdusters fly around at an airshow in the midwest...hardly a novelty, no one is going to miss them.

    "WeLl?"

    There's a long pause. And then...

    "You drive a hard bargain, city-boy. Sold."

    "HoW dId YoU kNoW i WaS fRoM tHe CiTy?"

    "Cuz your make-up's peeling, son. And I'd recognize that face anywhere."
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD TRIP FLASHBACK #15
    IC: Two-Face
    June 27
    11:00am
    -Big Reir's Hot Air Show; Dullsville, South Dakota

    The door to the trailer slowly opens, and I peer outside, looking for the crowds. No one around. Excellent.

    "Hey, what happened to your make-up?" Emily asks, concerned. The twins whirl around to get an eyeful.

    "I'm MeLtInG. oH, wHaT a WoRlD." I step down the grated steps from the trailer door and cover my face with my hand as a precautionary method, anyway.

    "Well boss, what's the word?" Max asks.

    The trailer lurches over to one side as Big Reir steps up to the door. "Thank you for your business, son. The Outlander and the Red Dragon are some great wings, let me tell you. We'll have those two birds cleaned up and ready to go in a few days and we'll fly them out to ya, how's that sound?"

    "SoUnDs GoOd To Us. I'lL cAlL yOu OnCe We GeT tO sEaTtLe, ChRiS."

    I turn back to make my way back through the festive atmosphere, giving the big man in the trailer a wave of my hand. I hope this cagey hayseed knows to keep his mouth shut about all this. He's smarter than he lets on.

    And just then, the earth shakes with the rumblings of a sonic boom; I nearly lose my balance and look up into the sky. "WhAt ThE hElL wAs ThAt? SuPeRmAn?" I reach into my inner breast pocket to retrieve a pistol, just in case.

    "Naw, it's those damned Canadian Snowbird Jets. If they weren't such big moneymakers and crowd pleasers I'd never let them set foot on my soil or set wings in my skies." Reir steps out of the trailer and fans himself with his hat. "Chicken-head Canucks didn't wanna go to war with us, yet they have the gaul to show off their military jets here in my country. The world's gone to hell, I tell ya."

    Funny how he's mentioing our neighbour to the north. It's so vital to my intricate plan.

    I look up and watch the jet screech across the sky and off into the horizon until all I can see is a glimmering speck above the corn fields. I wish I could afford one of those.

    I make my way back to the car, chipping off the make-up plastered over the left side of my face, then dusting the flaked remnants off of my suit.

    "Have a good drive out to Seattle. We'll keep in touch."

    And I grin to myself, without turning around. "YeS. wE cErTaInLy WiLl."
     
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    OOC: Hey all...not that I mind, cuz this is giving me a really good chance to catch up and flesh out my "road trip travelogue flashback" sequence, but is anyone going to be consistantly returning to this RPG any time soon?

    Also, I was wondering if anyone knew off-hand what the status of Rupert Thorne in the RPG is. Cuz I was kinda hoping to use him as one of my sub plots.

    -Tim
     
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    "A Visit..."
    Saturday
    July 10th
    12:20 a.m.



    I wake up with a start and peel my eyes open. I sit up and stretch looking for what woke me from my much needed slumber. I finally realize that the whirr sound in my dream was, a vaccumn is running in the hallway by my door. I sigh and push my hair out of my face and check the time. Ah, the 12 o'clock news should still be on. I flip on the T.V. that sits acroos from me and turn it to channel 9...

    "...Gotham police found the two mangled bodies of Bethany Thomas and Bobbie Fuller today just 8 hours after they'd been reported missing by two pairs of frantic parents..."

    My ears perk up as I throw away the pizza box and I turn to the screen...

    "...The police first started by looking for them at the place they were believed to have been playing in a large field next to an abandoned house. They found a large industrial lawnmower in the middle of the field full of matted bits of what was at first believed to have been groundhog or some other burrowing creature that had been unfortunate enough to become caught in the blades. Upon further inspection and an aerial view by helicopter just as the sun was setting they recovered to undistinguishable mangled corpses in the middle of some sort of pattern that had been cut into 3 foot high grass. Upon a second flyover it was determined tha pattern was a large smiley face. The children had been placed in the mouth...."

    My eyes grow wide as they show footage from earlier that day of the pictures in the grass, a clearly distinguable smiley face almost filling the screen and I can just...make out.....

    'Ha ha'

    I feel my blood begin to boil...it doesn't take a genius to figure out that this is the work of....

    Joker...

    I change and grab my bag...

    I think a visit is in order....

    OOC: TERRIBLE POST.....SO TIRED...
     
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    TWO-FACE'S ROAD-TRIP FLASHBACK #16

    IC: TWO-FACE
    June 27
    4:00pm

    Driving down the highway, heading west again. I prefer when Max is driving, he makes such better time. I haven't noticed the speed go below 80mph since we left Big Reir's Air Show this morning. Min, on the other hand, I've caught that poor boy driving for miles with the blinker on. Good going, Gramps.

    "Mount Rushmore, exit 10 miles," Emily mumbles as she looks out the window at a billboard rising out of the fields on the opposite side of the freeway. "Never seen that before. Would you guys mind if..."

    "HaVeN't YoU bEeN lIsTeNiNg To Us At AlL oN tHiS tRiP, gIrL? tHaT pLaCe Is A tOuRiSt TrAp. I'm NoT gOiNg To RiSk BlOwInG oUr CoVeR sO yOu CaN hAvE a KoDaK mOmEnT wItH a DaMnEd RoCk."

    I look out the window and, way off in the distance, I see the mini-mountain of stone on the south side of the highway. It looks much smaller and less impressive than I've seen in the post cards...and the time when daddy dearest took mom and I there when I was a boy.

    "BeSiDeS, eVeRy SiDe-TrIp We'Ve BeEn On HaS bEeN sTrIcTlY bUsInEsS. lIvE wItH iT." There. I won't let some damned teenager tell me what to do.

    My little rant is interrupted by what sounds like the crack of doom coming from outside.

    "What the hell was that?" I hear one of the twins shout up front.

    I look out the window and see something soaring through the sky. I initially think the worst, of course, and think that Superman is on to us, but no...this airborne object is on fire, and a tail of thick, grey smoke is blowing out of it, going for miles. It's a plane. And even though I can't see it at the speed it's going, it sounded exactly like one of those Snow Bird jets I witnessed this afternoon.

    "Wow, look at that!" Min points through the windshield, as the plane shoots past us and crosses over the highway before us. "It's on fire and everything! Didn't Reir say something about..."

    "Sabotage?" Says Max.

    And Min just nods.

    I wonder what it would feel like to know that you're trapped in a plane that's out of control. The complete feeling of fear, helplessness, and hopelessness, as your confined space gets closer and closer to slamming into the location of your untimely demise. Ehhhh...according to Reir, the Canuck pilot deserves it.

    Then I wonder...what if Big Reir has a similar fate planned for us?

    "WHOA! HOLY CRAP! IT HIT IT DEAD ON!"

    "wHaT mAx?" The sonic boom from the explosion catches up with the car, and all of us are plastered to the windows on the south side of the car.

    "The plane! It ran right into Mount Rushmore! Look!"

    And there, slightly closer in the distance, I can see the faint but distinct flaming wreckage burning on the side of the mountain. "HmMmMmMmM...mAyBe We OuGhTa ChEcK iT oUt. LoOkS lIkE yOu GoT yOuR kOdAk MoMeNt aFtEr AlL, Em."

    She slouches down in her seat. I can tell she's wondering what she's gotten herself into. Well honey, let this be a lesson to never run away from your home or your problems. Face them head on.

    I'm coming for you, Grace.
     
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    IC: July 10
    12:23 AM

    Angela did a good job of covering her tracks. After removing all of her possessions from storage, she simply disappeared. She no longer exists, seemingly. Except for that trust fund that wags its tongue at me occasionally. She's a smart girl, however, so I shouldn't expect her to slip in regard to the bank account. Rather, it would be wiser for me to wait until she went for the Joker.

    "Late-breaking news in the Thomas-Fuller disappearances. Police have found the bodies of the two children in the open field they had been playing in. The house, which has been unoccupied officially for over a year, showed traces of habitation...."

    The newswoman drones on and I tune it out as I work over Andrea's map. I seem to get lost in my work until I hear the words "grotesque happy face."

    I whirl around in the Crane's chair and hit the rewind on my TV recorder. We men are known for short attention spans, and this just happens to aid in remedying it to an extent. It also affords numerous opportunities for archival purposes.

    I replay it again and again.

    See bits of flesh on ground onscreen occasionally...normal eye wouldn't catch it, though. The helicopter aerial view of it is slightly obscured by motion, but it's enough to tell me that the news anchor is correct in her assessment of what the design is supposed to be.

    A happy face. A grotesque happy face with children laid out as broken teeth.

    I roll back over to the map and make another mark. There's another part of HA HA done. There's a line of places he could go to continue the pattern.

    And it's quite likely that I'll be able to trail Angela from there. As I mentioned before, the only way she'll slip up is in the name of the pursuit of him. I think I'll lie in wait for her when she comes.

    And she will come.
     
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