7233/Streets of the City: The Score

Streets of the City: The Score
Date of Scene:	14 April 2019
Location:	Gotham Street Corner
Synopsis:	Stockholm hands off the coin and intel she got on The Foot.
Cast of Characters:	Joker, Stockholm

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Joker has posed:
Dressed to the nines in his purple zoot suit and his thick leather trenchcoat, a dark, rich shade of purple, Joker stands on a street corner, against the point of a building. It's late at night, and a streetlamp outlines the tips of his shoes, a faint glow cast on him by the dim, occasionally malfunctioning glare. A round, purple carnie hat is on his head, tipped down over his eyes. His right hand is in his pocket, cradling a pistol, and his left hand holds a briefcase, locked shut by combination and heavily reinforced. Inside, is the payment he promised Stockholm.

Stockholm has posed:
Well Stockholm wasn't setting up the Joker to screw him over, though she honestly assumes the clown is always armed, especially considering the damage Harley did to that guard with a simple pen the other night.

She has been laying low a couple days due ot the extra heat from the breakout as well.

Dropping into the shadows of the alley from a roof top, Bat territory really she will meander out onto the street and then hook a right to head towards the Joker. "Fancy meeting you here. Looking sharp tonight sir."

Joker has posed:
"Well one does have to put on aires for his betters, when in these neighborhoods," Joker remarks with a chuckle, as he slowly turns to face Stockholm.

"So, Jules, what have you found me," he asks, leaning against the dilapidated, filthy smelling brick wall of the building in the city, the stench of garbage and urine pungent. That's what gives Gotham it's spirit, after all, not the lights or sounds or people, but the smell of decay. There's something about a city like Gotham you pick up on immediately, and to Joker, it's the way the odor gets into your face and gives you a distinct sensation of being underwater, as if in treacle.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia always thought it was darkness, how nights seem deeper, days seem shorter, and everything seems to be falling into chaos so very easily. Then again decay and entropy do drive chaos.

"Quite a bit, went to New York for the coin and information on top of it." she fishes in a pocket and pulls out a large coin and rolls it Harvey style between her fingers, not handing it over quite yet.

She is dressed in her merc gear, black body armor, and all that tonight, not a mismatched half and hald assemble so she isn't likely feeling much like Two-Face which is for the best.

"The group behind these coins, they are rolling in all the small fish and working their way up. Two bit wanna be crime lords that are running chop shop and auto theft small time gigs and the like." there is a shrug from Jules. "Basically giving them backing to run neighborhoods and making sure people don't interfere. That the cops let them slide. It is a pretty seriously advanced network and group really... I made one of the little fish panic and dump all his information while posing as a Fed." which implies she has more information to impart.

Joker has posed:
Joker looks at the coin, his green eyebrows posturing across his quirky brow with a bend. His green eyes slip back up to Julia to listen, his red mouth puckering coquettishly from the lower lip, considering the information.

"Not your average group of Japanese ninjas, to be certain," Joker muses, lifting the briefcase of money and offering it to her, the combination not offered yet. His purple-gloved thumb extends and the briefcase rocks in her direction, letting his grip on the handle slacken and extending his forefinger along the grip, wrist going into a loader-grip for a pistol. Wrong hand, however, since the briefcase is in his left hand. He's used to picking handcuffs with both hands, apparently.

"Tell me more."

Stockholm has posed:
"Well information is icing on this deal but sure I have quite a bit more for you." a quirk of a smile. "In this case Sir you get to have your cake and eat it too." she reaches to accept the briefcase with her free hand and rolls the coin to drop it into his hand smoothly.

"The coin is a .. mmmm bit interesting but I don't know why.. I .. it's fascinating to hold. Which makes me a smidge suspicious.. though I like coins.. and I didn't deface it." Julia looks like she has a momentary regret.

"So the Ninjas.. total tri-state push going on. Global operation though evidently. Call themselves The Foot .. which I assume sounds better in Japanese or has some noble meaning and isn't as lame as it seems." a smirk.

"They are led by someone calling themselves The Shredder" a headshake "Name like that you just bet he has a costume and a gimmick... probably nemesis he fights. They even have an app they put on the crime bosses phones, called The Family. I have one of their phones with the app... emergency line, information line, pay your cut through it.. the works. Classy if nerdy."

Joker has posed:
Joker accepts the coin and plucks it up between three fingers, looking at it with a suspicious look, before pocketing it.

"The Foot? The most basic form of Japanese espionage, if I recall properly," Joker muses. "Mobility, travel, and evasion."

Joker slides his left hand into his pocket and pushes off the wall. "The Shredder, mm? That's quite the name. Jesuit Buddhist aspirations. The Imperial Army was Jesuit Buddhist, you know. From the World Wars, both of them. Introduction of gunpowder got Christianity in."

Joker's eyes look like they shine, as a crocodile in grieving, both reptilian and a sad clown. "The Japanese never forgave us, for something that is so much a part of them now, that they can never remove."

The Joker swings about, leaning his head down. "Is there anything else, before I give you the combination to the case?"

Stockholm has posed:
Stockholm fishes a cellphone with a sim card taped to it out of her pocket and holds them up. "Do you want the phone with the app on it?" she seems inclined to include it with the work done. "Also the coin has a tracker in it it, embedded. I kept it in a little tracker proof box so I suggest doing that unless you want to lay a trap with it. Personally I'd find that really funny myself."

She considers "Oh right, busted Harley out of Arkham a couple of nights ago. She is back on the streets of Gotham, I owed her a favor. Thought you would like to know she is out and about."

Joker has posed:
"Thanks for the warn, at the cost of female treachery, Jules," Joker responds with a grin. "I'll have to hide my action figures from the lady stuffin'."

Joker plucks the phone out of Stockholm's hand with a teenage yoink, pure street kid but over-mimicking, as if he's playing a deliberate cop-to-cop joke about a recent arrest. He slides the phone into his pocket, alongside the coin.

"The combination is two, three, one. That's the sequence of justifications if you want someone to believe something consciously, while denying it subconsciously." A reptilian but ultimately friendly smile appears. "That's how you induce Stockholm Syndrome."

Stockholm has posed:
Julia lets the phone go and then pops the case up and eyes the combination lock and then nods. She doesn't check it. Reputations matter even among thieves and with the Joker, well hell it might be a gas bomb or it may be the money. She imagines since she does repeat business and hasn't crossed him it is likely the money.

"Nice." about the combination and there is a quirk of a smile, yeah she understands that joke probably better than just about anyone. "The moniker aside, I think I ended up on the right side of things.. enlightened I suppose to the hypocrisy of the system and the side I was on." she takes a step back.

"Let me know if you have more work you need done with the Foot or anything else, got a clear slate at the moment other than my own mischief. I'm hunting the new baby batgirl as a hobby I think."

Joker has posed:
"The only hypocrites in the system pay taxes!" Joker calls out with a wave as he walks down the street, turning away.

Joker climbs into a waiting taxi, in the back.

"Geez, Tip-Top, I never thought I'd get out of that meeting. Schedule's been hectic lately."

"Tell me about it, Mistah J. I got what you asked for."

The clown in the driver's seat hands an aluminum foil wrapped sub to Joker in the backseat, before he pulls into the street and begins driving.

"Fah, Harley got out of jail. Now what am I supposed to do with all this pepperoni."