Nightshift 39: M-C Block Hallway

[iwascloned]

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Spider shone his flashlight on the room numbers as he walked past them. 120, 110, 100. Christ, Sangamon had some nerve, being in farthest fuckin' room from him. Ah, there it was. M90. Spider turned down the last hallway, grinning. This was going to be a night to remember.

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[jokers_wildcard]

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Good news was she'd made it here without anything pouncing on her. Bad news... No one else was here.

"Oh, GREAT!" she exclaimed, not caring at this point that her voice was carrying. Looked like she'd spent too long gabbing with Sheeny after all. Maybe he'd gotten sick of waiting and thought to take off without her? How long had she been talking anyway?

Actually... thinking about it... She'd only been talking for a few minutes. Maybe he hadn't come yet? Boy, would she have lucked out if that were the case. There was almost no one from Gotham here. It would have been nice to see a familiar face. Though, the person said he wasn't let out much to 'make friends.' And they wanted to keep it a secret. And talk 'somewhere private.'

...Wait, this wasn't some trap by that Hood guy, was it? Oh if it was she'd really freaking kill him. ...Tch, no way. That loud-mouthed idiot didn't seem capable of springing traps. If he wanted to jump her, he'd say it right out. Bastard...

So maybe it wasn't someone she knew too well? Not that it mattered, really. But it was kind of fun to try and guess. Let's see... Who didn't she see too often?

[the_melty_man]

As he finally turned down the final hallway, Hagen spotted some blonde standing around. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Just in case, he stopped to concentrate. His face pulled together, as did the rest of his body, taking the familiar shape of his... real body, with his real face, before the accident - Matt Hagen, the movie star. He'd almost forgotten about the stupid uniform, which was still on him, if stained with skin-colour, but it saved him the trouble of worrying what to wear.

With the transformation complete, as long as he could keep it up at least, he stepped out toward the girl.

"Hey, Doll. Waiting for me?"

[jokers_wildcard]

Harley was just in the middle of pondering whether that Freeze guy would actually want to go out and meet someone when a guy finally approached her. Before she even got a look at his face, she already knew she didn't recognize the voice. Yeah, if this was the guy from the bulletin board, he hadn't been joking when he said he didn't get out much. He didn't look familiar at all, not even from the news or anything.

"Maaaybe," she said, greeting the guy with a grin. "You're the guy from Arkham, right? One from the board?" Her hand went up in an enthusiastic wave. "Harley Quinn! Wish I could say welcome to the neighborhood, but ya know... Who're you supposed to be?"

His face didn't ring any bells but maybe his name or alias would.

[the_melty_man]

Oh yeah, he'd heard of her - Joker's girl. No wonder he didn't recognize her without her get-up. And since they were alone in the hall, he could reveal himself - he always enjoyed watching peoples' reactions.

"Sorry if took too long," as he spoke, he relaxed, and starting with his right arm and moving across his body, his features shifted back to nondescript clay, even though he didn't have the usual change in size to go with it. "I had to change first. The name's Clayface."

[jokers_wildcard]

Harley was about to say it wasn't a problem (since she'd taken her sweet time getting there herself), but the words stopped short in her throat as soon as he started to... er... melt. Oh, she'd seen a lot of weird things, both back home and here, but it had a certain special effect when these kinds of things just kind of popped up out of the blue. She actually wasn't sure what was happening at first, complete shock registering across her face.

When he spoke, she realized he was fine. You know, relatively speaking. The name rang immediate bells and was enough to snap her out of her gawking.

"Oh! Yeah! I heard a' you! Saw news reports on ya a few times," she exclaimed like this was something to be proud of. Admittedly, she didn't know much about him. Only what just about everyone would know about the guy. But she still never imagined him to look quite like this. "You're the one who can, uh... turn into stuff, right?" Like clay.

She looked him up and down, surprise having made way for curiosity now. Without thinking much about it, Harley brought up her hand and poked a finger to his chest. ...It actually felt like clay. Kind of. Her finger even sank into his "skin." Gross.

[iwascloned]

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Spider rounded the corner, began to breathe, and then decided to put it off a while longer when he saw the blond girl from lunch talking to what looked like what would happen if bigfoot shat on a yeti. Given the disappearance of S.T., and his unconfirmed suspicions of rampant roommate cannibalism, Spider launched into a blazing firestorm of questions as he sped past the pair.

"YOU! ARE YOU A CLEVER PARASITE? HAVE YOU EATEN THE RUBBERY PINK INSIDE-MEATS OF THE ONE CALLED HURLEY? YES? NO?" Spider pinched Harley's cheek as he tore past, giving it a good tug. "YOUR FACE STAYS ON IMPRESSIVELY, REPLICANT," He called over his shoulder. "I WILL LET IT PASS. TO THE PHARMACY!"

And then he was gone.

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[the_melty_man]

Even when he was a monster, Clayface knew how to keep an audience interested.

In fact, she was reacting better than most, and seemed pretty curious once the initial shock wore off. He smiled as she inspected him, and ignored the poke. "Yeah, but it's harder here - it takes longer and tires me out faster. But I can still fight," if he didn't tire himself out with needless changes, anyway, "and put on a disguise for a little while. Long enough to have fun..."

Before he could continue, some bald guy rushed past, screaming poking at Harley's face without slowing down. "...huh. And I thought I was the weird one."