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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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"What aren't I doing?" Harley giggled, "I don't see any kids here," Harley said, though she didn't think twice about the idea of some kid getting it.
Mostly.
It was all part of the joke. "I'd be more worried 'bout the exploding trains."
Mostly.
It was all part of the joke. "I'd be more worried 'bout the exploding trains."
Harley was just trying to redirect the car in a straight line. Which wasn't nearly as easy as GTA made it seem. "Pammy, I hope we have time to change a flat later!"
Because they wouldn't be getting very far on this, "And there's a gun in my purse if you need it!"
Her pop-gun was still a gun.
Because they wouldn't be getting very far on this, "And there's a gun in my purse if you need it!"
Her pop-gun was still a gun.
"Yeah, last I checked you couldn't get a degree in the Science of Fear," if they had even offered the class way back when Harley would've taken it.
As her major had been abnormal psychology. She was smart. When she wanted to be. Right now, she chose instead to get a refill on the bubble sugar pop!
As her major had been abnormal psychology. She was smart. When she wanted to be. Right now, she chose instead to get a refill on the bubble sugar pop!
"No clue," Harley said brightly, "But whoever has my gun is going to find it doesn't like them."
Her piece had a bunch of interesting modifications.
Her piece had a bunch of interesting modifications.
That earns her an inquisitive look. "Trigger lock?" He doubts that's it, but people love to correct others.
"No, you're right. You're the moll." Static tries to throw down a blast of static cling at her while moves towards the bars.
Okay, now this was just crazy. People had to be watching them at this point. Why weren't they helping? Or even not-helping? Paco shook his head, trying to clear the stars out of his eyes and staggered to his feet.
"No."
Brenda would never let him forget it if he got his ass kicked by a girl that wasn't her.
"No."
Brenda would never let him forget it if he got his ass kicked by a girl that wasn't her.
The thing about crazy people was most times, no body stopped to do anything. People feared the Crazy. Crane should do a study on it some day if he wasn't spending all his time stuffed with straw and creepy.
"Hmmm, let me think about that," Harley said stopping and just giving him a very intense look, "How about, no?" There's a trusty 'pop' gun in her hand. The amo was nothing more than flash and streamers but at close range? It would burn.
"Hmmm, let me think about that," Harley said stopping and just giving him a very intense look, "How about, no?" There's a trusty 'pop' gun in her hand. The amo was nothing more than flash and streamers but at close range? It would burn.
"I'm more than just a moll! And what are you, the force that makes all socks stick together?" Harley said, barely flipping out of the way, but you could feel that hair raising, sock sticking energy.
Okay, guns? Guns were bad. Even if there wasn't a bullet in there, there was that firework-thing crammed down the barrel. Crazy bouncy gringas with guns had not been on the menu.
"My solo adventure sucks." he heard himself say. "I want a refund."
"My solo adventure sucks." he heard himself say. "I want a refund."
"Nope, hand shocker buzzer thingie modified," Harley said with a grin, "I love my gun."
"Sorry, no substitutions, exchanges or refunds," Harley said happily and fired colored streamers, fireworks and sparks right at the kid.
Paco automatically ducked and covered his face and head with his arms, so while it definitely hurt -- ow ow OW owOW chinga tu madre, it did -- he wasn't about to get permanently blinded or horrible facial scarring.
Provided that he got the HELL out of dodge.
Which was the plan. Everyone who wasn't the stupid kid confronting the crazy person had run for it the moment the gun had made its appearance, so the only one who needed protection was the stupid kid who fancied himself a sidekick so that his best friend wouldn't have to do the hero thing alone.
Paco bolted.
Provided that he got the HELL out of dodge.
Which was the plan. Everyone who wasn't the stupid kid confronting the crazy person had run for it the moment the gun had made its appearance, so the only one who needed protection was the stupid kid who fancied himself a sidekick so that his best friend wouldn't have to do the hero thing alone.
Paco bolted.
Harley backed a few things in her bag and happily skip after him, "Oh, don't run! Why don't we play some?!"
And now she was following him. Solo adventure sucks so much.
Paco ducked into one of the aisles, hoping it would provide some kind of cover.
Jaime was going to kill him. And then Jaime was going to let Brenda kill him.
Paco ducked into one of the aisles, hoping it would provide some kind of cover.
Jaime was going to kill him. And then Jaime was going to let Brenda kill him.
All Ben was really looking for was a couple of things. Waller'd asked him to Texas here to look into something, which turned out to be nothing much at all.
So there he was with his stupid little grocery-store basket, trying to choose between the whole-wheat and the rye bread when he was plowed into by one of the other shoppers.
"HEY!" he said as he went down, the other guy went down, and Ben's basket went flying, spilling its contents everywhere.
So there he was with his stupid little grocery-store basket, trying to choose between the whole-wheat and the rye bread when he was plowed into by one of the other shoppers.
"HEY!" he said as he went down, the other guy went down, and Ben's basket went flying, spilling its contents everywhere.
"Tell me you're not crazy too." Paco blurted, before scrambling to his feet and hauling the other guy up. A part of him was wondering how the he'd managed to miss the whole everyone-but-the-stupid-kid leaving due to the crazy with the gun. "Nevermind, gotta get out of here before she finds us."
"Nope." he said, trying not to remember the times when he was quite literally out of his head.
"And I thought the store was a little quiet. Man, I really gotta start paying attention." he grumbled as he tried to gather his things together.
Great. The kid had stepped on his bag of cinnamon buns. Dammit!
Wait.
"She who?" he asked confusedly.
"And I thought the store was a little quiet. Man, I really gotta start paying attention." he grumbled as he tried to gather his things together.
Great. The kid had stepped on his bag of cinnamon buns. Dammit!
Wait.
"She who?" he asked confusedly.
"Crazy gringa." Paco said shortly, trying to drag the guy along. "Has gun, will shoot you with fireworks."
The singed look that Paco was sporting certainly wasn't in vogue at the moment.
The singed look that Paco was sporting certainly wasn't in vogue at the moment.
"So there's a whacked-out white girl with fireworks in here?" he said disbelievingly, not letting Paco pull him along.
"This I gotta see."
"This I gotta see."
"The... what?"
Amelia's got a bit of the demonic speed and strength on her side. The jab out of nowhere should hopefully stun the other woman back to her senses. "Please tell me you're not serious."
Amelia's got a bit of the demonic speed and strength on her side. The jab out of nowhere should hopefully stun the other woman back to her senses. "Please tell me you're not serious."
And Caleb has found what he was probing for: Common ground.
"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
"I know that feeling. I've had my Desert Eagle for nearly a decade and a half." It's been a while since he's connected with a gun enthusiast. Not since Kenna, really."
"So, how did you modify the electric grip?" If only he knew whom he was asking that question, he might have more sympathy for his sister's views.
"Ow!" Harley wibbled, then started to sniffle. "Whaddya do that for?" Big, blue teary eyes turn on the other woman, "Don't you got a sense of humor?"
Which he would get to see. Harley skipped around the corner, humming the happy tree friend's theme song, the gun in her hand.
"Awww, you brought a friend!"
"Awww, you brought a friend!"
"It wasn't that hard, you just take a few buzzer parts from the hand shockers and put them on with a lock. There's a trick switch to turn it off so you don't get buzzed," she said brightly.
She was also very proud of her gun.
She was also very proud of her gun.
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