(sounds great, thank you!)

Real Name: Ivana Marcs
Alias: Pierrot
Age: 19
Normal: Long black hair, dark eyes, looks like a normal young woman
Pierrot: http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs15/300W/i ... L_DoLL.jpg
Personality: Despite her seemly harmless and almost innocent appearance and her young age, Pierrot is a brilliant thief and a dangerous criminal. She came to the asylum at the age of 16 after a serie of robberies. She is known for locking her victims in dark, small places like cellars and tresors, because, like she stated she wants to make them feel what she used to feel. Later, it came out she also killed her own family by locking them away in a cellar to starve to death for revenge of her ruined childhood. She despises her real name, going by Pierrot because of her childhood. She uses to state that "Ivana the child had died and a new child was born, Pierrot". Also in the asylum she refuses to take her make-up off, because the person behind the mask is already dead and rotten.
Weapons/skills: Knifes and her mastermind

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

(alright...so this is my attempt to get my character into the story now...sorry if it is a little long...I like long and dramatic entries^^)

ARKHAM ASYLUM
Room number 2357
Prisoner number 735642
"Ivana Marcs", aka "Pierrot"
Criminal, serial killer, kidnapper and bank robber
founded innocent by reason of insanity.

Pierrot knew, she wasn't special. She was just another insane, just another prisoner of this inescapable building made of steel and glass. A prison where the guards never slept, only meant for the worst, for the hysteric and insane who nobody wanted to meet outside, who had to be locked away, forever.

A strange sound went through the empty corridors of the old asylum, just like every night. The screams of people, who were trying to break through the glass wall of their prisons, slamming their head against the glass, over and over again, screams of people waking up from their nightmares, only to find themselves in a true one again, desperate cries of people who were not meant to be there, innocent people, slowly drowing in the madness and insanity of this place. And like every night, through all these cries, screams and hysteric laughter, a little tune went through the corridors, coming from one of the cells. It was nothing but an little children's song, innocent and full of joy, yet the soft, female voice who was singing it made it sound insane and full of hate, expressing everything she was feeling, everything she had already experienced in this world outside and within the walls of this prison she would never leave again in her whole life.

Pierrot sat on the old, dirthy matress inside of her prison, staring out through the glass wall into the darkness, singing the little song out into the prison, the same song her mother had sung her every night, a song she hated above everything else, yet she loved it and she knew she couldn't live without hearing it, even if there was nobody there anymore who could sing it to her. She had stopped to count the days since she had been catched by the officers, since she had been founded "innocent of reason of insanity", since she had arrived in this nightmare. She hated it. She hated the world outside, who had brought her in this place, without knowing what was happening behind these walls, without caring how she felt by being locked away. She hated the prisoners, who wouldn't let her go to sleep, who screamed out however they knew nobody could hear them. She hated the guards, who were blind to everything happening here, who only cared that nobody could ever escape this prison.

She fell back on the matress while she continued singing the little tune, humming herself to sleep. And finally, she closed her eyes, only to enter a new nightmare, something she could never escape.

"Why did you leave me alone for so long, mommy? Why don't you care for me anymore? Where have you been through these years? Why have you never stayed with me? Why don't you love me? Why have you locked me away? Why have you looked away when daddy hit me? What have I done to you? What have I done wrong? Why do you hate me? Why couldn't I be happy? Why couldn't I be a happy child? What have I done wrong?" Ivana looked at the two persons, chained up in the dark cellar, screaming out the questions to them. They didn't answer. The woman, her mother, was crying. Her father didn't say anything. He only looked at her, with the same cold eyes he had always looked at her. Ivana got softer now, her voice more desperate. "I was so young. I did nothing. I was just a child." She continued whispering, in tears while she closed the door behind them. "Goodnight, little ones. Goodnight...goodnight...goodnight..."

Pierrot's eyes snapped opened as she started screaming. She sat up, bathed in sweat again. After a while, she had calmed herself down and listenened into the darkness. Everything around her had become silent now. It was a strange silence in this place, unusual and disturbing, but comforting to her at the same time. She sat back on her bed again, rocking back and forth, continuing to sing her little lullaby, hoping to get to sleep finally, hoping to be free someday, hoping to get the revenge on this world outside she had been waiting for so long, the revenge for this pain she had been in since they had decided to lock her away forever.

She couldn't know yet, that her freedom could possibly come sooner that she would have ever imagined. She couldn't know yet that tonight, she would finally be free again, after over three years locked inside of this cell...and that she could finally get this revenge.

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

A man in a purple suit sauntered into the Asylum. His shoes clicked along the ground, though his henchmen in front of him made even more noise. The Joker's henchmen worked quickly, killing all the guards on the level that the Joker had entered. One henchmen, The Joker had ordered to kill the other henchmen and soon only one solo person who had come with the Joker was left. Quickly, the Joker shot him. The sound rang through the awkward silence quickly, though after it, it became silent again.

As the Joker walked, he glanced at the cells reading the information. Mainly they read 'criminal' but he stopped at Room number 2357. A female's voice sung through the silence - soft. Her words... they seemed so dark, so mysterious. The Joker licked his lips and read the information.

ARKHAM ASYLUM
Room number 2357
Prisoner number 735642
"Ivana Marcs", aka "Pierrot"
Criminal, serial killer, kidnapper and bank robber
founded innocent by reason of insanity.

The Joker laughed coldly when he read the word insanity. Seems as if he had some things in common with this Pierrot. His purple-gloved hands quickly worked at the lock until it burst open.

The Joker strode into the young ladies room, "Oh miss Pierrot... I believe we have a..." He rolled his eyes and licked his lips, "date."

"You can stop the rocking back and forth. Soon, you will be robbing a bank with me and you will get your revenge on this cruel," The Joker laughed, "world." He held out a gloved-hand to the lady, offering it to her to help her up. If she took it, that would mean she accepted her offer and she would become a 'member' or his 'team.'

Pierrot stopped her tune as suddenly someone entered her room. She had heard the shots before, but this hadn't troubled her much. She had experienced much worse things than a few blasting shots, yet now, she started feeling uneasy in front of this man. She knew, he was the one who had broken in, but what did he want from her? Who was he?

She couldn't even move anymore. Like frozen, she looked up at the stranger with the clown-like painted face in the purple suit who had just entered her cell. She could feel her breathed speeding up and backed away until she could feel the wall behind her, staring closer at him. She first shook her head and tried to take her eyes from him, but she realized she couldn't. She was scared, but she knew, she was also slightly interested in his offer at the same time, fascinated by this strange appearance. "Who...who are you?" she finally brought out while she slowly let go of the wall behind her again. "What do you want from me?" she whispered, more interested and less scared now. "You don't even know me...and I don't know you...so...why do you want to help me?"

For a long time, she didn't say anything, but just stared at the man who was still holding his hand out to her. She looked in his face and understood. Finally, she smiled at the stranger and nodded, however she was still trembling. "So...you will get me out of here...? You will...help me...to give these people outside there what they have earned?" She smiled wider and finally reached out and took the man's hand. "I accept."

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

((I can't post until freya does. or could some one take batman if she does not post by tomorrow.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

[[ or you could post telling him that he as to leave etc... and then she could go to the bank? ]]

The Joker smiled coldly, "My name is The Joker." He replied simply when they shook hands and she said that she accepted.

"Now... let's vamoose," The Joker let out a laugh as his hand returned to his side and he slid his hand into his pocket. He tossed one of his 'Joker' cards onto the ground in her cell and walked out of the room.

"Just a little memento for the cops. I am sure that they will remember me." The Joker muttered to himself. He licked his lips then made his way back towards the emergency exit. On his way he pulled down the emergency fire alarm.

"Looks like the forecast to day is..." The Joker began, "rainy!" He let out a cackle as the emergency sprinklers turned on and the alarms began to ring.

He only glanced back once to make sure that Pierrot was following after him.

Soon, he was out the doors and striding towards the truck which sat on the grass.

Pierrot looked back at the Asylum as they jumped into the truck. She was like in a dream. She couldn't believe it...she was free again...after over three years. She started looking around her, the world outside she had almost forgotten inside of these walls she had been captured in for the last years.

So much had changed...so much she couldn't even remember, things she had almost forgotten through the years. She could feel it was getting too much for her, too many feelings were raising up in her mind, too many memories. She broke down and started laughing, however at the same time she felt miserable and depressed.

She didn't know anymore if she was crying or laughing, if she was happy to be free again or sad she had to leave the cell which had become her home the last years. She couldn't feel anything anymore. There was only this relief, the feeling everything she had wanted was coming true now, that she could show she hadn't forgotten the people in this city, that she still knew who she had been...who she always would stay...a criminal...an insane...herself, the Pierrot.

After a while she had calmed herself down and looked beside at The Joker. Her laughing faded, but a smile stayed on her face, a dark smile. She was free again...and willing to take revenge on those who had locked her away. After three years, this had just gone stronger, the wish to do even worse things than she had done already. She was ready to show these people what it meant to lock someone like her away, what the consequences would be. "So...what was your plan...Mr. ...Joker? Which bank were you talking about before? You know...I'm willing to help you. I'm ready." She nodded. "Well...I have been locked away for such a long time...but they should remember me I think...it would be a shame...a pity if they didn't."

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

The Joker glanced at Pierrot, "Woah! No 'Mr.' is necessary." He stated simply. "As for the bank, you will see when we get there. Plan is simple. Kill the innocent and the people who work there. No one survives. Most will die in the explosion. My henchmen which now rest in graves had already rigged the building." He licked his lips,

"Kill, Steal, Explode," The Joker laughed, "Nice and simple. Easy to remember."

The Joker started the truck then jerkily swung onto the roads of Gotham. "Tighten your seat belt Pierrot. It's going to be a bumpy ride!" He let out a cackle as the truck banged into a small sports car, sending the car off the road and into a ditch. Then, he began to swerve in and out of the traffic.

((Ok.))

Mia walked out of the building, she had to hurry to get to her bank, she had to leave a message with Mr Waynes secretary that she had to leave soon and she hoped he would not be mad. Finally she was able to get to the bank, but groaned when she saw the line up.

((Hows that, and Joker, Mia is the only one The Joker will let llive, correct? maybe he could pull her aside to talk with her.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

[[ Fine. Right now I am waiting for Gollum to reply. ]]

((Ok))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

((Ok))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(here I am)

Pierrot held on in the car as The Joker started it and drove it through the traffic. "Kill, Steal, Explode" she repeated quietly, smiling. "This remembers me of something I used to do...destroy...and spread fear...now this is a plan which sounds pretty much interesting" she whispered. She was free again. She could start a new nightmare, but this time, she would be the one spreading fear. This time, she would be the one who would win at last.

She leaned back, laughing again in relief and because of the image of these people, these ignorant people who had locked her away, just because she didn't fit in this world according to them, just because they couldn't understand her. And now, these people would feel what she had felt. Now, she could lock them away. Now, she could watch them locked in a cage, walking around like a helpless animal. She looked beside her, nodding and grinning in exitement.

But suddenly, something else came to her mind, there was a lesson she had learned through the years and now, suddenly something seemed wrong. It seemed like she was suddenly having too much luck. It was just...too perfect.

But this wasn't what was bothering her. There had been something...just a little, probably unimportant sentence she remembered The Joker had said before...about his helpers. She continued looking at him and suddenly let out a small chuckle which sounded a little sarcastic. "You said something about your...henchmen before. You killed them, right? You hired them to help you...to get into Arkham...and in this bank...and yet...you killed them. Who says...you won't do the same with me once you got what you have...once this job is done? Who says...I'm not just another one of your henchmen...a poor insane you have seemly helped but at the same time you think how to get rid of as soon as possible?" She stared closer at him, shaking her head. She couldn't look through him. She couldn't see what he wanted, what he was thinking. "In here...through these three years in this prison...I learned to trust nobody.

She looked down again, but the disbelief on her face didn't fade away. "I know...you have helped me escape...you have ended this nightmare I've been living in...I'm thankful and I won't show myself ungrateful to you...but...I know you are just as insane as me...and I know if I would meet myself, I wouldn't trust in her...because I would know...she would betray me...so...this is my question...if I can't even trust myself...who can say...I can trust you?"

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty

The Joker licked his lips and turned his face to look at Pierrot, "You talk an awful lot, don't you?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer, but instead pulled the truck into a nearby alley by the bank. He climbed out and strode over to the front, gun in hand. While he was still in the shadows he managed to kill off the nearest eight people. Then the bank turned into a frenzy.

The Joker strode out of the darkness, "Ah-ha.Haha.Hehe." He laughed when they froze as they saw him. "Now... let's just think this over before you do anything rash..." He pulled out two buttons.

"You see, there are two buttons here. One blows up the bank. The other sets of a poisonous gas inside that will kill everyone...." The Joker strode closer to the entrance. Then took out a grenade. "Bombs away!" He tossed it into the large crowd and watched it explode. Now that a lot of people had killed, he knew that Pierrot would handle the rest.

The Joker was about to go inside after putting the buttons safely into his inside-jacket pockets, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar face. This time, he froze. He licked his lips in thought. Could it be Mia? He took his chances. He strode up to the gal and pulled her aside and into the shade of the shadows. "Ah... it is you Mia." He let out a laugh. "Do you remember me?" He laughed again.

"Pierrot! Here is your proof that you can trust me!" The Joker yelled. He shook Mia and dragged her into the sunlight. "This girl." He pointed a finger at her with the hand that was not griping her firmly around the shoulders. "This girl... right here."

Mia couldn't belive her eyes. When some un known erson had shot some of the people in the bank, she had no clue as to who it was. But when she heard the laughter, she knew at once who it was, and she had to hide her smile. Wehn he sent of another explosion, memories came to her mind, that is until she found her self in his arms. "Ah... it is you Mia." she heard him laugh. "Do you remember me?" She was speechless, how could she forget the man she had seen as a father in her childhood. Before she could answer, he mooved her into the light and said some thing to another girl who was in the room.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Pierrot didn't know what to answer. She stayed silent until the both reached the bank. As they drove into a small alley and The Joker stopped the car, she realized which bank it was. It was where everything had ended for her, where she had been caught when she had tried to rob them. And now, finally she would get her revenge for it.

She smiled on the inside as she grabbed a knife which was laying beside her and jumped out of the truck and slid after The Joker through the shadows up to the entrance of the bank. She felt just like she had in the good old days. This wasn't an end for it. It had only just begun. Now, she was back and she was ready to bring this to an end, but this time, it would be the end she wanted.

She stopped and closed her eyes, listening and enjoying the panic in people's confused voices and screams as he started shooting the people standing around beside the bank out from the darkness. She could hear the screams of a raising panic, but still remained in the shadows, silently. She couldn't deny she was enjoying it as the chaos broke out in the bank. Slowly, she slid out of the darkness, the knife still tight in her hand. She was ready to enter the building, ready to finish what she had begun, as she realized The Joker had vanished back into the darkness again. And then, he suddenly called her back. She turned and looked at the woman he was holding, while she listened to him, still a little in confusion about her sudden appearance. She was still unsure if she should trust this. Who was this girl? Why was she showing up now? In the end, was she just another of his henchmen who was hired to take doubts from her? Who could she even trust?

Slowly, she came over to them and looked closely at the girl he was still holding. "So...you say she is the proof I need? Now...I think you can tell me...who is she?"

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Come to the Dark Side...we have Jim Moriarty