Courting a Countess [Open]

Participants: TBD
Open/Closed: Open 
Location(s): St. Roch Market
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Hot and sticky
Summary: Joker pays a visit to the South. Is it relatives? Business trip? A conjugal visit? Jazzfest tickets? Stay tuned to find out!

Joker slapped the back of his neck and spat a curse. The mosquitos in St. Roch were more annoying than a teenage boy in green panties and pixie boots, and no matter how many of them dropped like flies (is that redundant? hahaheehehe) from sucking on Joker's toxic blood, more of them came still. Joker shuffled along the bustling streets smack dab in the middle of a bayou and cursed himself for even being there. The palm tree adorned shirt clung to his pasty arms and chest, he could feel sweat beading on his thighs and running rather uncomfortably down from under the pant leg of his khaki shorts and to his high tubesocks. Joker smacked his neck again.

J's walk became a more pointed march as his face slouched forward in a tight frown. His entire upper body leaned a good two feet in front of his foot falls. While marched up the block and cutting through the people who crowded the tiny slab of concrete, Joker snatched up a small stool that had been supporting a medium. The medium fell to the ground and shouted something about Joker losing something to a man with a red hat - or something.

Joker ignored everything; the medium, the crowd, the sweltering heat that made the southern city feel like Hades itself. But he did not ignore those pesky damn mosquitos still sucking at his neck. His free hand slapped at the reddened flesh once more. 

The march of the lone clown then came to an abrupt end. Joker lifted the stool he had commandeered and with a mighty heave he sent it smashing through a large window. Citizens perusing the St. Roch Market yelped at the sudden shattering of glass, many of them bolted from sight immediately, others chose to stick around and watch what would happen next. Joker smirked, he did so enjoy an audience. Placing his hands on the sides of the sill Joker climbed through the window, his exposed white legs pushing him up and into a small shop. Patrons and workers alike stared at the man in the blue palm tree shirt, large sun hat, and unacceptably high khaki shorts. Joker tilted his head back and threw off his sun hat. He then grabbed his shirt and pulled it apart at the buttons. Somehow the disguise completely ripped off of him to reveal his iconic, and stylish, purple suit.

"This is the part where you all scream bloody murder. Don't worry, I'll help put you in the mood OOHAHAHAHEHEHEEHAAAA!"