Tagged by HaruYuuma ^^Tagged by: :iconharuyuuma:
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2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
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Five things about me:
1. I wish I wasn't dirt-poor T_T
2. I'm terrified of tornadoes
3. I'm horrible with math
4. I sound like a retard when I sing
5. My eyes are green
1. Who's you favorite artist?
I have way too many!!! X3 Most of them are here on DA!
2. What do you do in your spare time other than draw?
Write. And do Homework that I've procrastinated on >_
Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.Outfits3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
That Boy - Page 1That BoyThat Boy - Page 14 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fan Fiction by JokerAgentChaos on deviantart.com
Eighth grade. Oh boy, let me tell ya! It's a nightmare for the nerds and little kids who haven't gone through puberty, but heaven for the popular kids, the punks, the bullies, the hot girls.
There were many classifications in middle school that a kid can slip into.
For girls, you were either a sweet, nice girl who got good grades, or a hottie; a snob. The one with all the popular kids.
It was tough being in this top category. The category I'm in. Anyway back to my rambling!
Let's see, now for guys there's the "Nerds", of course. Computer geeks, smarty's, you know the works.
Then there's the "Jocks"; the basketball, football die-hards. Tall with their teen muscles developed, they have all the girls after them, they have the practices every day after school.
Then there's the punks, the gangsters, the "cool" guys. Yep! Those are the main three labels for guys.
There are some people, just a few, who don't fit in any grou
That Boy - Page 53I scratched the branch under me with my dirty nails, feeling the tough wrinkles in the thick skin of the tree. After a while of staring at the never-changing grey sky, I slid my hand in my hoodie pouch and brought out the handgun I stole from Officer Gordon. It wasn't clipped very securely in his holster, and he didn't notice it was missing from his belt when he left. I smirked and examined the elegant weapon. I easily identified it as a Pietro Beretta, the common police corps firearm. I read the "MOD.92FS-CAL9" Printed on the muzzle over a dark red stain; old rust-like blood that had waited too long to be washed off. The thought of Gordon killing someone was an absurd idea to me. He just seemed too innocent to murder anything. Maybe this gun was someone else's before it was his. The black hole at the tip of the muzzle seemed like a black hole of death.That Boy - Page 533 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked into it with wonder, holding the black plastic grip on the handle with both hands. After staring into that Beretta I closed m
That Boy - Page 23I listened to the sounds of the night, never hearing them this clearly before. More men came into the Walgreens store, in a greatly heated argument. They stayed in there shortly, and then came out, fighting brutally.That Boy - Page 234 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They fought roughly and angrily, moving down the street. "What IS IT with men and fighting?" I mumbled to myself.
"I can tell ya, Harl."
I fell out of the tree, startled and panicked. He was behind me the whole damn time!?!? I sat up, sore and scratched by the branches.
His gaze was still on the men in the distance, his hood casting a shadow over his face, of course. He was behind the tree, leaning on a tall fencepost.
"Men like them... they fight because they never knew any different. Simple as that." He turned his black eyes to me as I stood up, brushing leaves off of my body.
"Wise little owl you are..." I mumbled, pissed off and embarrassed.
"Clumsy little squirrel you are." He replied coolly. I had to admit, that was a good comeback.
"What are you doing here?" I asked
Joker's Journal - 1She's nuts. I hate her.Joker's Journal - 13 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes.Never mind. Always. I was stupid to let a psychologist attach onto me. As if I didn't get enough pointless therapy in Arkham! I had to bring a doctor outside as my own personal advisor. Idiotic.
What is this? Its a journal. Me scribbling my "thoughts" on a paper. She's making me do it. She's watching me right now. I ask her what the hell to write, and she suggests writing my current actions. That's what I'm doing.
Now I'm out of things to write. But you know what's funny? I can't write that I'm staring at a blank piece of paper, because that would be lying. I can however, write "Fifteen minutes ago I was staring at a blank piece of paper."
I know how to annoy her.
I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am writing. I am wr
She says that doesn't count. Now I have to sit here for another hour. Nothing is stopping me from leaving. Her glares don't intimidate me.
Hell with this.
She made me write that
That Boy - Page 20He saw the realization creep slowly in my eyes. "'Cause you are different." He told me, slowly, letting it sink in.That Boy - Page 204 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Then he added, "Like me."
"You aren't different; don't let them make you think that! Theythey just need someone to pick on so they can feel bigger!" I burst out, suddenly furious at my friends.
"No, I am different, Harley, I REALLY am!" He growled, relaxing his arms a bit.
"You're just a boy, like the rest of them! You're a little quiet, but who cares!?! I know people who are way too loud!" I tried to help him see it from my point of view; he was just a normal boy! He wasn't a freak!
He pulled off his hood with a frustrated jerk, exposing his dirty blonde hair to the harsh wind. "You want to know why I am different? Huh Harley? You want to know?" He pulled down the collar of his hoodie, stretching it, showing me his throat and chest. "THIS is why I am different!!!"
Just on the part I could see, the area around his collarbone, just below his neck, just see
That Boy - Page 33At the back of the library, J turned around and scanned the room. "This is SO not the place I usually go, by the way. I'm not like, a nerd or anything." I told him.That Boy - Page 334 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of course not, Harls." He walked backwards to the emergency exit doors. I glanced behind me. No librarian, no kids. "Uh, won't those trigger an alarm or something?" I asked, seeing that he was gonna go outside.
"Nope. " That's all he said as he leaned back and pushed the red doors open. I followed him outside. The wind sent shivers down my back and my hair was whisked up in my face. I tied it in a single ponytail behind my head as we headed toward the bridge.
"They've been broken for years. The school just doesn't want to pay to fix 'em." J explained, raising his voice slightly over the wind.
We went under the bridge; I never had gone under here before. Swear words were scratched and scribbled into the cement surrounding our torso. The wind licked at our legs as we stood on the scraggly rocks. I watched th
That Boy - Page 4Sixth period was Gymnastics, my favorite class, which I topped the whole school in! I usually exceeded my friends incredibly, but today I didn't focus very well.That Boy - Page 44 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I felt a lot of things at once, and I couldn't get away from my crowd of friends. As we waited our turn for the jumping board, they whispered to me.
"What happened? What did Travis do? What did the boy say?" They kept asking me these things I didn't want to answer!
Finally the period was over! I had never wished for gymnastics to be over quickly. Today I did. Surviving the stampeding hallways, I made it unharmed to seventh period. History.
This was the last class of the day. I was the fourth person in the room, getting there early. I went to my seat, next to the window. An essay was due today and I pulled it out of my folder. Some kids arrived and did the same. We still had three minutes before class started.
I went to the basket near the door and turned the essay in. As I turned around, the boy silently walked in. I stopped i
That Boy - Page 28I'm not going to tell her my name. No one will ever know my name. She was right though, I at least had to have a nickname.That Boy - Page 284 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I looked at her again, and she could see that I was thinking about it. "Something only I would call you." She repeated.
Something only she would call me. I sat up on her bed and fingered the stain my blood had left on her covers. I thought about a name. Something simple, but still having a trace of myslef in it.
"Um... I guess... Jay. Like the letter... J."
"J?" She smiled, glad to know what to call me now. I nodded, liking the sound of how she said it. "J."
She let outy a giggle and rocked back and forth on her knees. "Okay! Sounds great!"
The car honked outside. I was so late to school! I ran into my parents' bedroom, keeping quiet so my mom wouldn't wake up.
I fished through my dad's shirts, he must have a hoodie somewhere! J couldn't stay here all day, and he couldn't go to school with a bloody shirt. I grinned as I found a black hoodie. It might be a l
That Boy - Page 26"What...?" I slowly asked. I realized some of the blood stain was in plain sight from under me.That Boy - Page 264 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
A thought came in my head. Embarrassing, but efficient. "Oh...that. Uh, I was actually hoping you wouldn't see that..." I stood up and brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"Are you hurt?" He was worried. He took a step closer. I acted uncomfortable. "No, I'm not hurt...dad..."
"What is it honey? You can tell me." He was confused now. I sighed. How freaking embarrassing.
I stayed silent as a rock in her closet, listening. Her dad had seen the blood on her bed. I knew I should have left! I shouldn't have slept over here.
I couldn't see what was going on; her door was almost all the way closed. I knew she was probably going to tell her dad everything. She didn't seem like the type to lie, especially to her own parents. I prepared to come out of the closet.
"Dad... I'm, uh... on my period."
I said it and gave my father a weak, embarrassed smile. His exp
That Boy - Page 7"Do you live over here?" I heard him say, not daring to look straight at him.That Boy - Page 74 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Yeah, I live further down, behind the Walgreens. What about you?" I asked sweetly, daring to turn and face him as I walked.
Really Harley! Why'd you have to ask that? And why'd you have to answer him?! Come on! Telling him where you lived!!!??? How stupid!
"Nowhere." He answered. Okay. I couldn't tell if he was dismissing the question, or answering her truthfully.
There were dark gray clouds above us, but it wasn't going to rain anytime soon. Snow never stuck to the ground, winters were dark and rainy.
We came off the ramp and were now walking on the sidewalk. The wind was frostily chilling, and I liked it. We passed some old stores, seeing many spooky alleyways and some kids doing drugs after school.
After some more awkward silence, I pointed to my house, not knowing what else to do or say. "See, that's it."
I liked my house; it was one of the few nice ones in this city. Down the abandoned little road, back
Clown and Crow"Science nerd alert!" Joker shouted, opening the door to the lab without acknowledging the "WARNING: CHEMICALS AT USE" sign.Clown and Crow4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Jonathan Crane tried not to cringe as he adjusted the settings on a big machine connected to a 6-foot tube of murky blue liquid. "Go away Joker, I don't want you in my laboratory."
Joker skipped over and looked at what Crane was doing. "Oh, I'll be good, I promise." He muttered, obviously not meaning at all what he said.
Jonathan glared at him from over the rim of his black glasses. "Don't. Touch. Anything."
Joker smirked, but held in a wave of laughter, standing tall and at attention. Jonathan glared at him a while longer before cranking a wheel on the side of the machine and watching a green substance slowly flow into the blue liquid in the giant test tube.
"Grandma's old recipe?" Joker asked, clearing his throat slightly. Jonathan made a face at him. "What?"
"Fear toxin, I meant." Joker grinned. "Lighten up Jonny." He hit the back of Crane's head good-naturedl
That Boy - Page 10After school, I avoided my friends again and went to the guidance counselors' office. I pretended to fill out an appointment paper. Through one of the door windows, I could see him. Rotating slowly on a spinny chair, he was made of stone. The counselor was at his desk, asking pointless questions. The boy didn't answer them.That Boy - Page 104 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why don't you participate in class? There is no reason to be a slacker, you know how to read and write. I know you do. You may pretend not to. But I know you do."
I didn't answer him. I was sick of him. I never said anything to him, to anyone. Why do they even try? Are they that bored? They know I won't talk to them, why try!?
"We need to see some commitment from you, mister. You need to start doing your work, you need to talk when spoken to, and you need to tell us your name!"
My name? You want to know my name, well tough luck, chubby. No one knows my name. Only I know my name! Wait until he starts guessing again. Then I'll be entirely bored to death!
That Boy - Page 17In history, two periods after science, my friends forced me to come on the other side of the room and talk with them. The teacher was at his desk, letting the class chat and work on our assignments.That Boy - Page 174 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I'm sorry Harleen!"
"Talk about the dumbest teacher ever!"
"That sucks! You should have just ditched him."
"I'd rather be paired up with a box full of cockroaches!"
"It's the same thing, Jenny!"
They laughed, and shot some glances back at the boy. I felt myself burning with embarrassment!!! He surely heard them!!! "Guys, its fine." I said, looking for something else to change the subject with. "Uh, have you seen Believe Me yet? Everyone says it's a good movie, but I don't know if it's worth the money."
"Yeah, we saw that last weekend." Katie blurted suddenly, obviously annoyed at me. They went and did something... without me? What? Why didn't they invite me?
"Oh, well thanks for inviting me." I laughed a little, kinda meaning what I said, but keeping the atmosphere friendly. Girls in my ga
That Boy - Page 27He was laughing! Laughing!!!!The sound made my heart flutter!That Boy - Page 274 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What!?" I laughed back. He came out of the closet, moving some shirt sleeves out of his face, and shook his head, still laughing. "You, you are just so damn funny!"
We both were laughing now. Laughing at each other, laughing about the fact we were laughing! My face was red with embarrassment, my ribs hurt with the laughter! I had just shoved him in my closet, leapt on the bed to try and cover the stain, and used my period as an excuse for it! And don't forget me calling him 'dude'!
He fell into my bed, squeezing his eyes shut and cackling ridiculously. I curled up, holding my stomach. What a crazy morning! We tried to catch our breath, and hold in our laughter. He managed to close his mouth, but still laughed in his throat.
I held myself in a sitting position with my shaking arms and wheezed, "Well... well, I just thought..." I couldn't control myself, I burst out laughing again.
I've never laughed before, it felt s
That Boy - Page 25*~*~*~*That Boy - Page 254 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't want to wake up. I want to dream still, dream about him, about how it felt outside at night. I wanted to still dream about him. Him. That boy.
Was it a dream? Do I want to find out if it was or wasn't? Did I want it to be real?
I gathered up the strength to open my eyes. I was lying sideways on my bed, diagonally across the bottom corner.
It wasn't a dream! He was there, in front of me!!!
He was on his back, his exposed face peaceful, his emo-ish black eye-shadow covering his eyes. His hair was dirty and stringy, his purple hoodie coated on one side with dried blood.
He fell asleep with ME, on MY bed, in MY room, in MY house!!! God, I was such a girl!!!
I wanted him to say here forever.
I wanted him to feel safe like this forever.
I wanted him next to me forever.
It was a memorable moment, a perfect moment. It was short lived.
I heard my father coming up the stairs. The sun was out; I was supposed to be downstairs getting ready for school!!! My dad was coming to wake me
That Boy - Page 21My mother was cooking dinner on the stove when I got home. She smiled at me, her face filled with love.That Boy - Page 214 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Love. Something he would never know.
I went to my room, looked at myself in my long mirror and imagined cuts and burns on my bare skin. I imagined how it would feel to be abused. I imagined. I imagined.
I cried. I buried myself in my pillow and cried myself to sleep, skipping dinner. My mom came up to check on me. I shriveled away from her, still imagining what he probably felt every day.
I truthfully told her I felt sick, I felt horrible. She told me what every mother tells their kid when they are sick. Every mother except his.
What did she tell him? What did she scream at him? Was she a wasted drunk? A madwoman? A mentally insane creature from hell?
Unable to cry myself to sleep again, I was forced to wallow in my thoughts. I stared blankly out my window, seeing the city lights and the school in the distance. I made myself feel afraid. I held my eyes wide open in the dark. I made m