This ain't Kansas, Puddin' [active // open]

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Characters: Harley Quinn, Open to any and all :>
Content: Miss Quinn arrives in the Big Apple.
Location: Somewhere in Tribeca.
Time of day: Late evening.
Warnings: Harley is nuts?

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Exploration, exploration. You could find a surprise or two in the blink of an eye if you were willing to make the long, tedious journey to the door. Step outside, smell the air. Go on a walkabout.

Fun times.

Next up on the tour was TriBeCa, a neighborhood the Joker was looking forward to visiting. You just couldn't call yourself a tourist without hitting all the major stops first.

He was walking down the broken street, one hand firmly settled in one of the pockets of his suit coat as the other lazily held the H&K USP at his side, when he saw the woman who, by the looks of things, appeared to be gripped in a good old fashioned panic attack. If she hadn't been dressed so elegantly, he might have ignored her entirely.

Instead, he tilted his head to the side and blinked, curiosity and amusement biting at the corners of his mouth.

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Harley was so knee-deep in her own personal problems (she had so many, these recent revelations regarding her environment aside, after all), she almost missed the lone figure making his lazy approach.

Almost.

Maybe it was her Joker sense tingling - she wasn't sure what it was that filled her with the sudden need to survey her surroundings with a once-over again, but she felt it, and Harls was a girl who knew how to trust her instincts. Sharp blue eyes found the shadowy shape heading down the street in her direction, an unexpected silhouette that she immediately recognized for what it was.

And all the troubles in the world flitted right away.

"PUDDIN'!"

She didn't need a good look at his face to know it was him; the stark white make-up in contrast to that exaggerated grin was more than enough. In an impossibly agile and quick leap, she was on her feet and running at him - no, into him, flinging her arms around his middle and burying her face in the lapels of his coat. "Puddin'! There you are! I knew you wouldn't leave me!"

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Now that was unexpected. His growing smile melted into a thin frown as he looked down at the woman buried in his coat, and his body tensed considerably.

"Of course not," He replied dryly. "But an introduction (and a nicer pet name) would help considerably. In case this sort of thing, you know..." He clicked his tongue. "Happens again."

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"Very funny Mistah J," she chirped in reply, giving a blissful sigh. Ahh, good ol' Mr. J. ...But, he smelled a little different. Felt a little different, now that she thought about it, too. Was he wearin' a new fragrance? She slowly sank back to hold him at arm's length, tilting her head first one way, and then another to get a better look at 'em.

Hmmmm...

Gloved fingers rose to feel around his face, through his stringy green hair. No, no, this wasn't right at all. They ran over the scars at either side of his mouth before she jumped backwards with a shrill "EEP!"

"Wh-what's going on here?! What... what happened to you, Boss?" She asked, face a mixture of concern and shock as she leaned slightly in to peer at him quizzically. This didn't make any sense. No, no, no sense at all.