#umbrellicide

[urelratalada]

"Hi." Edward stepped in through the front door, arms full of grocery bags. he preferred to only make one trip up and down those apartment stairs, he wasn't in the greatest of shape, although that meant that each arm had to be loaded up with four to five bags; but it wasn't so bad. gertrude was one of his favorite people that he delivered to. her son was always kind to him too.

with a slight grunt, edward raised both arms in one heave and rested everything up on the counter. hoo. he let out a huff, and now with his hands free, he could pause the loud metal music that was blaring through the noise-cancelling headphones that were askew on his head. "Okay, they- uh. They um... I had to get a different brand of the, uh, the flour your mom always gets. Hopefully it's fine- I can't imagine there's um... Much of a difference." edward cleared his throat and bumped his glasses up the bridge of his nose after pulling his arms out of the bags handles. "How is she? She told me last week she was feeling a bit under the weather."

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[quaeroenigma]

jail . sender and receiver are both thrown into the same holding cell at a police station.

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humiliation . this was what it was —— oh , riddler was sure of it . digits clenched tightly and painfully into palms , snow white lenses glaring scalding daggers at their cellmate . almost wishing the other would disappear under it . but alas —— they were all alone , stuffed into the cell like some .. some animals .ᐟ

`` this is preposterous .ᐟ my plan was perfect —— .. you ❗`` hoarse voice roared outwards , clad figure closing in on oswald — even though there was not * much space between either way . obsession riddled mind refused to acknowledge the defeat —— the flaw in it's own design . so , in a riddler like fashion ; it exploded outwards with the blame in a desperate attempt to recover what little ego it had left .

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || now look at what you’ve done! || @umbrellicide

THE WORDS OF COMPLAINT WEREN'T COMPLETELY UNFOUNDED. After all, the most casual of observers couldn't miss the carnage that now existed within the establishment - The Iceberg Lounge, the almost-blinding neon signs had spelled upon his arrival - chairs overturned, shattered glass scattered throughout, the scorched walls leaving a faint musk in the air; it was clear that business wouldn't commence immediately.

STILL, HIS OWN ATTENTION WAS NOW ON THE FRUITS OF HIS LABOUR. Dangling from black cable, a singular, smoking ghost trap, the red flashing light indicative of a presence being contained within it - a Class III entity, no less, seemingly posing as one of the bar's regular - and now deceased - patrons. Given how determined it'd been to terrify people enough to send them practically flying out the doors, surely delayed custom was better than no custom whatsoever?

❝ Bill the invoice for repairs directly to the city of Gotham. An extensive insurance plan has been taken out, so you're covered. ❞

WELL-MEANING WORDS OF ADVICE OFFERED TO PRESUMABLY THE LOUNGE'S PROPRIETOR. Despite his calmer tone, the expression on his features evoked the aura of someone who was not willing to hear much in the name of objections.

[brokentoys]

action prompts / / accepting / / @umbrellicide SENT . . . umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

the rain pelts an assault he cannot flee from for he forgot to bring an umbrella. embarrassing, right ? the self - proclaimed world's smartest man neglected his umbrella in a city like gotham.

eddie thought he was doomed to a forced shower from mother nature. until it stops, by an umbrella. not his own. eddie turns over to his savior, & smiles.

❝ i can always count on you for having an umbrella, eh ? ❞

[chaoticjoke]

@umbrellicide sent: 🎵

Send me “🎵” and I’ll post a starter using lyrics from a song I recently listened to!

"I uh, tell you know it's over when all the guns are LOADED close by you."

[brokentoys]

@umbrellicide SENT . . . did someone say birthday? well — that, if anything is cause for cupcakes. twelve . . . for it is possible to have multiple favorites. perhaps cannoli would’ve been better.

sometimes it's easy to please eddie, he's quite happy about the cupcakes, quickly going for a chocolate one first. after his first bite, eddie grins, ❝ thanks, os ! these are delicious ! ❞

[twcfaces]

❝ sorry, i lost that a little while ago. ❞

"I'll see if I can find your dignity right along with any patience I had left."

Gotham's DA does not enjoy being jerked around. But this is fine. Sure. He'll be back. Back like a bad penny, uninvited, poking around for leads.

"If I even smell Falcone in your vicinity, you'll wish I hadn't."

A small, nasty something tugs at him in the back of his brain, but he manages to shake it off for the moment. It's a frustrating game, and one he dearly wishes he had the lack of conscience to cheat.

[urelratalada]

edward's fist banged rapidly against oswald's front door first, then he went for the doorbell to ring over and over again. any nerves, any anxieties that would be lying to him that his uninvited presence wasn't wanted were smothered by the pure elation that he was feeling. oswald wasn't exaggerating when he said it was exhilarating. the dull emptiness that had slowly eaten a void inside of him was now filled with a high that he couldn't put into words.

he was too hot, and too happy.

the mask had been removed but he had been in such a rush to tell oswald what he had done, that the saran wrap was still wrapped around the curve of his skull.

the sun had set by now and it was only a matter of time before the mayor's wife and son returned home from trick-r-treating to see the scene. police cars would be racing to the scene, tailed by news crews desperate to get a shot of anything; edward would normally hold disdain for those making money off the trauma of others but he wanted nothing more than to see NO MORE LIES plastered on every gothamite's telelvision.

"Oswald," he called out, his chest till heaving. he tried to peak in through the peephole on the door but going from the outside in, all it did is askew everything. maybe he should try the doorbell again- ring, ring, ring, ring.

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