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toxicodendron_radicans) wrote2008-01-16 06:06 pm
toxicodendron_radicans) wrote2008-01-16 06:06 pm
Harlequin Dreams
So what kind of day can a former doctor and full time clown have?
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Harley looked at his hand and pulled something out of her purse, and then pressed a sucker into this hand, "Harley. Just Harley. That works tonight," she said lightly.
"And if you're buying, I'll eat." Haha, see what Mistah J would think of that. She didn't need him. Not at all!
"And if you're buying, I'll eat." Haha, see what Mistah J would think of that. She didn't need him. Not at all!
This one is certainly eccentric, but eccentric women are nothing new to Caleb. He has frequently found himself musing that he wouldn't know what to say to a normal woman if he ever met one. Normal is just so boring, after all.
"Harley it is, then." In an instant, the scenery around them changes.
"Welcome to Israel."
"Harley it is, then." In an instant, the scenery around them changes.
"Welcome to Israel."
Oh yeah. Burly latino teenager chasing after a blond woman. That would go over well.
"Hey!" he shouted, batting the squeaky toy away from his face and chasing after her. "Shoplifting is wrong, lady!"
Yes, it sounded pretty stupid, but at least it let people know what was going on. Hopefully that would help his case.
"Hey!" he shouted, batting the squeaky toy away from his face and chasing after her. "Shoplifting is wrong, lady!"
Yes, it sounded pretty stupid, but at least it let people know what was going on. Hopefully that would help his case.
"Help, help I'm being repressed!" Harley shouted at the top of her lungs. Which got quite a bit of attention from the surrounding store.
She was cute, the way she saw it, people should side with her.
She was cute, the way she saw it, people should side with her.
Harley looked around, looked at the guy and looked around again, "Neat trick," she said calmly.
Really neat trick, "You could rob banks with it easy." Or candy stores. Or toy stores. Or drop Batman in a volcano...
Really neat trick, "You could rob banks with it easy." Or candy stores. Or toy stores. Or drop Batman in a volcano...
Kid Flash grins as they turn back his way.
"Speaking of traction.."
He takes one pebble from the collection in his hand, and flings it at super-speed, like a bullet, at the left front tire of the car.
"Speaking of traction.."
He takes one pebble from the collection in his hand, and flings it at super-speed, like a bullet, at the left front tire of the car.
The Riddler has no intentions of simply handing out the answer to his crpytic comment about Mr. Dent, of course.
"You're being rude, Dr. Crane. Harleen's one of us, you shouldn't be practicing your Lecter routine on her."
"You're being rude, Dr. Crane. Harleen's one of us, you shouldn't be practicing your Lecter routine on her."
That earns her a suspicious once over. "I, uh ... I-I could, yes, but I'm not really hurting for money. Besides, I rather that my, uh ... that my employer would approve."
All Crane's talk of 'skin peeling' and 'scythe cutting' made Harley uncomfortable. So, the Riddler's statement earned him a big, friendly smile. "Thank you! Yeah, what he said," she said making a face at Crane.
"So you don't talk to me like you're one of my old teachers or something."
"So you don't talk to me like you're one of my old teachers or something."
As fast as Harley was speeding towards the kid there really wasn't any way to avoid that. When the tire blew out, it did so spectacularly, and Harley was left holding on to the wheel for dear life, trying not to lose complete control.
"Sho-o-o-o-o-o-o-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t h-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-m-m-m-m-m Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-s-s-s-s-s-s-s!" she shouted as the car bounced, spun and jostled her around.
"Sho-o-o-o-o-o-o-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t h-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-m-m-m-m-m Pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-e-e-e-e-e-e-r-r-r-r-r-r-s-s-s-s-s-s-s!" she shouted as the car bounced, spun and jostled her around.
"What? It was just a joke," Harley said with a laugh, "lighten up, you just totally poofed us to the holy land or whatever it is the crazy Christian people call this place. So food now please?" She finished, her mind totally on that.
How could you land somewhere new without totally wanting to explore. And this had been one of those places, way back when she was a little kidlet that the family had talked about going but never seemed to have the money to do so. A family of poor Jews, how atypical could you get?
How could you land somewhere new without totally wanting to explore. And this had been one of those places, way back when she was a little kidlet that the family had talked about going but never seemed to have the money to do so. A family of poor Jews, how atypical could you get?
"If you thought that was impressive, I could show you some sights," he says as they leave the alley, and head down the street. There's no sense in hailing a taxi, seeing as they're only a few blocks from the restaurant. "There's this mesa in Australia I stop by now and again. The view from the edge is fantastic." Because she seems impressed, he won't add that he usually goes there to read.
"So I, uh ... I take it you've never been to Israel before?"
"So I, uh ... I take it you've never been to Israel before?"
"Science recognizes no moral boundaries, Mr. Nygma," Crane sniffs.
Still, he relaxes his menacing posture.
Still, he relaxes his menacing posture.
"Stopping you from shoplifting is not repressing you!" Paco disagreed loudly. He really kind of wished he had a super hero uniform for this kind of thing. Funnily enough, people seemed more inclined to trust you when you were wearing armor, or your underwear on the outside of your tights.
He lunged and tried to tackle her 'round the ankles. Try to spill all of her stolen stuff everywhere again, but not hurt her too badly.
He lunged and tried to tackle her 'round the ankles. Try to spill all of her stolen stuff everywhere again, but not hurt her too badly.
Bart leaps aside to avoid the swerving vehicle, hitting the ground running - circling to make a pass by the vehicle to attempt to disarm Ivy.
"If I have or not isn't hardly the point," Harley said, "Even if you've been somewhere three hundred thousand million and one times there's always something you haven't seen," She said brightly.
Which was one of the great things about life. You never knew what flavor the pie they were going to throw at you would be the next day.
Which was one of the great things about life. You never knew what flavor the pie they were going to throw at you would be the next day.
With ease, Harley cartwheeled out of that, using the force of the flip to kick right up at the kid, "Oh no! He's attacking me! Help! Help!" Hey, this place carried the giant pixie sticks.
Score!
Score!
"Ooof!"
Note to self: blond woman is bouncy and kicks hard.
Second note to self: this is why the guy with armor fights crime, not the guy who drives the car.
Note to self: blond woman is bouncy and kicks hard.
Second note to self: this is why the guy with armor fights crime, not the guy who drives the car.
Harley landed with a great deal of grace right in font of the giant pixie sticks. She picked them up with a delighted laugh and put them in her bag. She would have a great and sugary time later.
"And now, I'm OFF like a prom dress!"
"And now, I'm OFF like a prom dress!"
Who is very pissed, sets the bazooka to overload, and then the car swerves and she drops the weapon. With the cops still coming he can get them or save the squad cars from the world's largest pothole about to happen in 3...2...1...
Crane scoffs. "Fear is science, Dr. Isley."
"How? It's soft science at best." Needling males. Everyone needs a hobby.
Caleb likes how energetic she seems. It's refreshing.
"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
"Isn't that the truth. So, tell me, how did you wind up trading firearms with a stranger in a bar? That's, uh ... that's not one you hear everyday." Says the half-demon mage.
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"What are you doing?"
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A hand goes to the other woman's forehead and gives her a little shove back. "What if some kid gets that? You can't be serious!"
"What are you doing?"
...
A hand goes to the other woman's forehead and gives her a little shove back. "What if some kid gets that? You can't be serious!"
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