Post by Joker on Jan 1, 2008 20:26:14 GMT -5
A cold breeze flew through the bar, as an unfamiliar face entered the Joker's Bar. The breeze went past the dining area, and then into the bar area, which it hit the tough skin of Santiago. The Spanish man looked up, and waited until the new face stepped into sight. Santiago, who had taken over the bar for awhile, since Joker went on vacation, grunted, "What are you doing here? Can't you read? The bar is closed until nightfall! Santiago was a defiant man of little magic. I'll ask once more before I use my fists to talk, what the hell are you doing here? His voice roared through the bar.
"Well," the man of mystery started, "I am here because, well, funny thing is, this is my bar. I am the new and improved Joker, the man of laughs, the fireman, the good ol' drunk, I am him. The only thing different about me is my looks. I thought you would be able to see past that though." Santiago nodded his head, and after spending a few seconds of analyzing man, finally concluded that he was who he said. After a few more minutes of words, Santiago moved into the kitchen, where he prepared for tonight's festivities.
Joker couldn't blame Santiago for being confused, he looked totally different. Instead of graying, short hair, there was gorgeous flowing brown hair. Instead of completely wrinkled skin, there was slightly softer and smoother skin. And in place of his old mustache, there was a more defined mustache. Joker went through a self-help period, in which he focused on changing his looks. Being not able to do that with magic, Joker figured to do it by the good old fashion way of hard work. Even though up close it is still easy to see the age of the man, but from afar he looked middle aged. Joker's other characteristics hadn't changed though, which he tried hard not to lose.
Joker and Santiago spent the next few hours sprucing up the bar, preparing food, and looking over their stock of drinks. As the clock hit eight o'clock PM, Joker opened the bar, for those who want a few drinks. Joker knew he wouldn't get many students, since there was a party up at the school, but he figured he could get a few strays with no where to go.
OOC: Hasty and crappy, the good ol' Joker way. Feel free to join, and do stuff and stuff.
"Well," the man of mystery started, "I am here because, well, funny thing is, this is my bar. I am the new and improved Joker, the man of laughs, the fireman, the good ol' drunk, I am him. The only thing different about me is my looks. I thought you would be able to see past that though." Santiago nodded his head, and after spending a few seconds of analyzing man, finally concluded that he was who he said. After a few more minutes of words, Santiago moved into the kitchen, where he prepared for tonight's festivities.
Joker couldn't blame Santiago for being confused, he looked totally different. Instead of graying, short hair, there was gorgeous flowing brown hair. Instead of completely wrinkled skin, there was slightly softer and smoother skin. And in place of his old mustache, there was a more defined mustache. Joker went through a self-help period, in which he focused on changing his looks. Being not able to do that with magic, Joker figured to do it by the good old fashion way of hard work. Even though up close it is still easy to see the age of the man, but from afar he looked middle aged. Joker's other characteristics hadn't changed though, which he tried hard not to lose.
Joker and Santiago spent the next few hours sprucing up the bar, preparing food, and looking over their stock of drinks. As the clock hit eight o'clock PM, Joker opened the bar, for those who want a few drinks. Joker knew he wouldn't get many students, since there was a party up at the school, but he figured he could get a few strays with no where to go.
OOC: Hasty and crappy, the good ol' Joker way. Feel free to join, and do stuff and stuff.