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[super_sane]

who: The Joker "Ash" & Noctis
what: Refreshed his look, pretending to be scared.
when: 1/4, evening
where:
warnings: None. Will update if necessary.

He was about ready to call it in and announce himself to the Quarantine when a funny thing happened: one of his roommates. The fiery rage of that pretty boy who seemed to be so concerned for him. It gave Joker a newly lit fire within to keep up the charade, and so he did, settling himself in an alley a bit away from his communal building.

He laid on his back facing up, eyes closed and looking quite worse for the wear--but normal. The blonde hair had been put back in place, the muscle relaxers flowing through his system to keep that wicked grin in check.

He looked almost serene--no, he looked dead.

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[brotrips]

The video had shaken Noctis to his core. The prince was no stranger to violence, but the evil he'd seen was more straightforward than the trickery used in the murder displayed on his screen. Before he had the answers he needed, the video had cut out. Too stubborn to accept the lack of answers, Noctis immediately ran out to look for the witness.

"Hey!"

His voice carried down the alley, too confident to feel the need for silence; if he was attacked, he had the culprit. Perhaps that was part of the plan.

Instead of a verbal answer, Noctis received a physical cue in the form of the man in the picture. Without fear, he rushed down the ally, his booted steps hitting the pavement with loud footfalls. Noctis skidded to a stop right beside the fallen body.

"Hey!" Be alive. Continuing without the hesitation, the prince reached out to lift Joker's upper half off the ground. "Hey, can you hear me?"