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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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Toys, toys and more toys! Bears! Choo choo trains! All antiques - all for sale with a bunch of rich snobs/suckers ready to buy 'em!
A normal day in the city. A normal trip to the store...
Speed is good. Speed is wonderful, and with Harleen across the country from Gotham anything can happen.
Especially in a stolen cherry red Lamborghini doing 175 mph.
Especially in a stolen cherry red Lamborghini doing 175 mph.
JP Findle was the creator of the greatest show on Earth, some claimed. Other swore by Haly or Barnum, but JP certainly had his fans and they have put together and impressive display of his life and time here in his home city.
She's having water. alcohol is a plant toxin and therefore does nothing to her. Besides, she will always be under control of her circumstances forever more no matter what.
"Did you hear what happened to Harvey?" she the other two with a flick of her hair.
"Did you hear what happened to Harvey?" she the other two with a flick of her hair.
Crane grins ghoulishly.
"Yes. Terrifying, isn't it?"
"Yes. Terrifying, isn't it?"
The Lamborghini ran another red light, holding on to the wheel and laughing in the way that only she could, Harley drove.
And boy, did she ever drive. Sun glasses, a bright pink top, and a red scarf that just happened to match the car fluttering in the wind. You had to love it when they left the keys in the car. When you jumped over the window, hit the gas and got to hear someone screaming about the crazy woman driving your car.
Foot to the floor of the car, if there were police after her Harley didn't hear them. Nor did she care. It was just her and the open road and the car and friend. And she had a gun somewhere here.
"Hey Pammy, isn't this fun?!"
And boy, did she ever drive. Sun glasses, a bright pink top, and a red scarf that just happened to match the car fluttering in the wind. You had to love it when they left the keys in the car. When you jumped over the window, hit the gas and got to hear someone screaming about the crazy woman driving your car.
Foot to the floor of the car, if there were police after her Harley didn't hear them. Nor did she care. It was just her and the open road and the car and friend. And she had a gun somewhere here.
"Hey Pammy, isn't this fun?!"
Paco didn't know how Nadia had talked him into doing the shopping. Just because Jaime was out of town (waaaay out of town) didn't make him 'free sidekick to a good home'. He had things that needed doing and it wasn't like he'd been hanging around and bothering her and Hector.
...Well, maybe he checked in a little more often, but you couldn't blame him for that.
He glanced at the list she'd given him. "That's...probably a vegetable."
...Well, maybe he checked in a little more often, but you couldn't blame him for that.
He glanced at the list she'd given him. "That's...probably a vegetable."
"Themla's," scarf kept hitting her in the face as they drove. Harl's taste in music was atrocious, she got lollipops instead of water last stop. At least what they had done to the clerk was fun. But with these hairpin turns. -
"Why did I let you drive again, Harl?"
"Why did I let you drive again, Harl?"
Harley drank what she always drank. Pop. Caffeinated. Not that she needed the extra energy or anything. But the buzz was good. Sometimes it came with the little crazy straws. Her collection at whatever passed for home this week was getting big. And colorful.
"No. I don't know. What happened?" Harley chimed in, leaning over on Ivy's shoulder. She was so horribly out of touch.
"No. I don't know. What happened?" Harley chimed in, leaning over on Ivy's shoulder. She was so horribly out of touch.
Everyone loves pop music, Ivy. Everyone! "Because you love me," Harley returned with a grin. "Where should we go?! What about... THIS WAY!" Harley said, turning the car around going full speed and now heading back the way they came.
On coming traffic and police be damned, "I saw this in a movie once!"
On coming traffic and police be damned, "I saw this in a movie once!"
Harley was shopping. Normal people people did things like this, and today, Harley decided she was going to be normal.
Yep. Normal. No problems. No anything.
Oh, look at this, a squeak toy. She squeezed it once, twice, dogs liked this kind of thing. You know, she could pull the squeak-a-matrix out of this and insert it in the plushie of Mistah J she had. Yeah, that would work.
She looked around and put it in her bag. People with no problems liked to shop lift.
Harley had no problems.
Yep. Normal. No problems. No anything.
Oh, look at this, a squeak toy. She squeezed it once, twice, dogs liked this kind of thing. You know, she could pull the squeak-a-matrix out of this and insert it in the plushie of Mistah J she had. Yeah, that would work.
She looked around and put it in her bag. People with no problems liked to shop lift.
Harley had no problems.
Except Ivy, who responded best to Chopin.
"I love -" The seatbelt cutting into he neck cut that reply off. Ever since that day with the Flash and the spores in Keystone she'd been close to phobic about wearing one.
"Which movie? I hope it's not the one with the cliff!"
"I love -" The seatbelt cutting into he neck cut that reply off. Ever since that day with the Flash and the spores in Keystone she'd been close to phobic about wearing one.
"Which movie? I hope it's not the one with the cliff!"
"Wait, it had a cliff in it? I didn't see the whole thing!" Harley said laughing, "But the car chase was the best, like you see on the TV shows when they have those people who film car accidents and stuff," ah, reality television. Harley likes you. You prove people are insane all the time and will fight to the death over dog food and steal tanks at random.
"Or maybe it was another movie... The girl in it had a scarf on like mine! Does that help?"
"Or maybe it was another movie... The girl in it had a scarf on like mine! Does that help?"
Ah toys. Every kid, every teen and every adult in the world needed toys. Even if they didn't admit it to themselves.
Harley perused the toy store, happily adding little modifications to the different displays. This teddy bear will bite and not let go. This choo choo will explode because explosions fix everything and this little drinky bird...
This little drinky bird may be the best thing ever. Harley paused, and watched the bird as if commanded by its power.
Harley perused the toy store, happily adding little modifications to the different displays. This teddy bear will bite and not let go. This choo choo will explode because explosions fix everything and this little drinky bird...
This little drinky bird may be the best thing ever. Harley paused, and watched the bird as if commanded by its power.
Deep, deep, "5 second from losing her temper," sigh.
"Yes, it does. And if you're going to watch what I send you, have the decency to watch the end!" She reaches into the back and fishes out the bazooka they bought from Copplepot before leaving The City.
"Yes, it does. And if you're going to watch what I send you, have the decency to watch the end!" She reaches into the back and fishes out the bazooka they bought from Copplepot before leaving The City.
"Batman." She moves her finger around the glasses edge. "Oh, he tried to be Dent again. Did a good job too. Managed to get Thorne to confess to every little thing under the sun." Sip. "I guess HE didn't like to competition, so back to Arkham."
Harley's attention span maybe topped out at five minutes. On a good day. "I watched most of it, and then it started to get all depressing and they were... hey, did they kill themselves? And you weren't trying to say anything would you? I mean statistics say that people like us are more likely to commit suicide, and I'll be there for you for anything, but death really doesn't solve anything - unless it's Batman - and you have so much to live for and I'm driving damnit, so we're not going off any cliffs!"
Amelia's currently inspecting an original Bebe doll. The dress is an appealing design, and there's a small tennis bracelet of small diamonds around the doll's neck. A little over the top for a child's toy, even an antique, if you ask Amelia. It might look good on the mantle.
Time for more champagne. The gothy-looking chick checking out the drinking bird doesn't look the type for a yawn-fest like this. The Russian woman approaches. "They don't really make these anymore," she says, leaning curiously around. "Which is probably why it's over-priced. An interesting find."
Time for more champagne. The gothy-looking chick checking out the drinking bird doesn't look the type for a yawn-fest like this. The Russian woman approaches. "They don't really make these anymore," she says, leaning curiously around. "Which is probably why it's over-priced. An interesting find."
"Oooooh," Harley breathed. "Well, sucks to be him!" she said brightly, fiddling with her straw.
Morbid curiosity set it, "How bad was it?"
Morbid curiosity set it, "How bad was it?"
"Yeah... and it drinks!" Harley's Yiddish accent was overly obvious as she pointed at the bird and laughed, "Be better if it spit acid or something, don't you think?"
Normal people also occasionally walked into other normal people. Paco rounded the corner and collided with an unexpected blond woman. "Ack! Sorry, my bad."
::blink, blink::
There are days when the psychologist shows back up. She wonders about that face. Oh well, bazooka loaded.
"No. No suicide today."
She turns and fires. A police car melts into a fireball.
"Just make sure I have a steady shot."
There are days when the psychologist shows back up. She wonders about that face. Oh well, bazooka loaded.
"No. No suicide today."
She turns and fires. A police car melts into a fireball.
"Just make sure I have a steady shot."
Crane moves quietly behind Harley, leaning over her shoulder.
"Close your eyes and imagine it, Ms. Quinn. The old, caliginous manor house, rotting away... and hearing the Batman somewhere in the shadows, tracking you down..."
"Close your eyes and imagine it, Ms. Quinn. The old, caliginous manor house, rotting away... and hearing the Batman somewhere in the shadows, tracking you down..."
"Rightarooni Pamatooni," Harley said with a squeaking giggle of joy when the cop car went up in flames.
It's so much cooler in real life. Harley held the car steady and even turned it to give Ivy better shots. Hey, life was a video game, and the goal was... well.. .a high score!
It's so much cooler in real life. Harley held the car steady and even turned it to give Ivy better shots. Hey, life was a video game, and the goal was... well.. .a high score!
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