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Carnival Rising	By : CarnivalofLust Category: +A through F > City of Heroes Views: 1178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own City of Heroes/Villains, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Carnival Rising
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Alright, this is a coop story between me (The Joker) and Harley Quinn. We're both writing this based on various rp we've done and thoughts we've both had on the characters to follow.
Our main characters in this are listed below:
Chuckles the Klown - The central character around which this story is based.
Patricia Barnum - His sidekick
Vladimir Technik - a small man, half cat. He's so cute. :3
Lucinda Desmora - Another of Chuckles's partners
Some of these guys don't come into the story for a bit. But you'll eventually see all of them and more. ^-^ Anyways... Here goes! Enjoy!
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Matthias Lee Roy Worrell... That was the name he was given at birth. He'd even been called that for most of his life. He grew up a chubby kid. In high school he started up a bit of a gang, running it through intimidation and sweet talk. In his twenties, he joined the mafia and rose up through its ranks as well, until he hit his forties. Once he reached that age, he broke off and started up another little gang and ran it under the guise of a small rundown traveling carnival. He started to really enjoy the carnival, but he didn't much like how small it was. Or how bad it was. So in his final desperation, he turned to less than accepted methods, using black magic to transform his freaks into real monsters and demons. Eventually, this caught the attention of the government, and they shut him down, killing his freaks and locking him up in solitary confinement for years. As time went on, he was put through different forms of execution, such as a firing squad, the electric chair, and even lethal injection. But his demonically corrupt blood kept him alive. And so they left him in his cell...
Occasionally, they would let him out to stretch and see other living people. And each time they did, he looked different, growing more and more twisted. First, he was a short fat man, starting off in the year 1945 when he was locked up. In the year 1984, they let him out one more time to find that he was now about 6 feet tall and of a normal build. Eventually, in the year 2003, he was let into the Yard again. This time he was 9 feet tall and thin as a stick, with a jutting chin, long yellow teeth, orange hair, stark white skin, yellow eyes with orange and red irises, and a creepy clown face paint pattern stuck forever on his face.
He was Chuckles the Klown now. After a few more years of good behavior, they let him mingle with the other prisoners occasionally in the yard. On this particular day, he was sitting in a shared cell with a few friends. Outside, a loud explosion went off and before he knew it, Arachnos soldiers were storming the place, taking out guards and letting prisoners run free. They came to his cell and ushered him out along with his friends. They were after his friend Lucian Crux, a stone controlling shaman locked up for reasons unknown. With a little bit of work with his sweet silver tongue, he talked the soldiers into letting him go with Lucian as they gave them antidotes to the power suppressants they had to take every few hours. They met up with an Arachnos pilot and were flown out to Fort Darwin...
Lucian turned to Chuckles. "Well old friend, I suppose our time together draws to a close..."
Chuckles chuckled as he lit up a cigar. "No no no, I bet we'll find each other again one day. Just give it some time. I'll be my old self again in no time." Lucian simply smiled and bowed as he left to speak with Kalinda. Chuckles walked off, leaving the fortress as green and blue flames engulfed him, burning off his orange prison jumpsuit and replacing it with his old outfit. He now wore a long red trench coat with orange sleeves and orange slacks. He had white cloth gloves on and black boots. His shirt was green and he wore a blue bow tie with a blue bolo clip, the brooch engraved with an inverted pentagram. He popped his neck and placed a black top hat on his head, manifesting it through flames as well as he walked into Darwin's Landing.
As he walked, he noticed he was being followed by an odd-looking young woman in her early twenties. This chick wore the exact same color scheme... An orange miniskirt with a red minivest and a green tank top with a blue spiked collar and white gloves. She had red fishnet stockings on with purple high heels. He pretended not to notice as she followed. After about five minutes, he'd had enough. He stopped dead in his tracks. "Alright, alright. Who are ya?" He turned to look in the direction of the woman, who was hiding around a corner. She poked her head out and walked up to him.
"My name is Patricia Barnum... You must be Chuckles. I've read a lot about you and I've kind of been obsessed with you for a while..."
He raised a green eyebrow as he looked down at this... well-endowed woman who came up to his waist. "Obsessed with me, eh?" He took a puff of his cigar. "So... you lookin' to work for me or somethin?"
She grinned and looked up at him. "Let's just say I'm willing to do anything for you."
After a few seconds a wicked grin formed on his red lips. "You mean to say you wanna be my slave then?" She nodded at the lumbering giant. "Well ain't that a thing..." He puffed on his cigar. "Well then. You got yourself a deal... But first, I gotta say. I haven't been outta the joint too terribly long. So I need a bit of help gettin' around."
She led him around Mercy Island, teaching him about cell phones and new technology and a few of the gangs. He scratched his head as he looked around the dingy slums. "Damn... A lot's changed since the 40's... What do you guys do nowadays? You said Prohibition's gone, so I can't much smuggle liquor anymore."
She giggled a bit. "Trust me, there are plenty of things left for you to smuggle..."
He smirked as he lit up a new cigar. "Ya know... I bet that if we worked long enough, I could restart-"
She cut him off in a slight spazz attack. "The Black Carnival?!"
"Uh.... Yeah. That."
She beamed at hearing this. "Well I'll help you get it started! There are TONS of people around here that'll join you, I'm sure!"
He licked his lips and thought on it. "If you say so-WHOA!!!" He caught the edge of the ground as he dangled into an abandoned snake pit. He hesitated a bit before dropping down the few feet and looking around. He found that the cave went down even further, like a ramp, going deeper into the earth. Once at the bottom of this ramp, he couldn't much see anymore, so he formed a ball of green flame to light the way. The green light exposed the cave to be massive and complex, with different rooms and hallways. "Whoa... This would make for the perfect base once we get it started..." Patty looked around in awe at the expansive cave system, nodding slowly in agreement. "But before that, howsabout you and me find ourselves an apartment, eh?" She looked at him.
"I have one we could share."
"That works just fine, babe." She giggled and led him out and to her apartment...
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