Life in plastic [an RP thread for arkhams_dr]
Harvey wasn’t sure how he ended up outside of the warehouse building on his own accord. He’d been in blind rages before, but this -he could hardly see straight. His vision was single-minded. He saw no street signs or other cars on the road. All he saw was one man, lanky, looming in his mind
He heard no honking horns or sirens, smelled no exhaust. The radio blared, to the tune of whatever Duela had the station turned to. He didn’t even bother turning it off.
I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world,
Life in plastic, it's fantastic,
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
He was oblivious to the cheery, recycled pop music. All he heard was one voice-no, not even a voice. A giggle. That goddamned maniacal, self-assured giggle.
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
When Harvey finally pulled to a stop, things were still spinning. Adrenaline running high, he went for his gun, making sure the chamber was fully loaded before returning it to the holster at his hip. He got out of the car, not bothering to turn off the ignition or lock the door. Ooohhh, this was Gotham. Fuck Gotham. It had certainly fucked him.
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
Hit the town, fool around, let's go party
After jiggling the main door and finding it locked, Harvey fired a shot through the keyhole, blasting it open.
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
He shot through several more doors as he made his way to the set of stairs that led up to Crane’s laboratory. He took the steps two at a time, still feeling energy rush through him. He managed to kick down the final door and reached the entryway to the lab.
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
He heard no honking horns or sirens, smelled no exhaust. The radio blared, to the tune of whatever Duela had the station turned to. He didn’t even bother turning it off.
I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world,
Life in plastic, it's fantastic,
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
He was oblivious to the cheery, recycled pop music. All he heard was one voice-no, not even a voice. A giggle. That goddamned maniacal, self-assured giggle.
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
When Harvey finally pulled to a stop, things were still spinning. Adrenaline running high, he went for his gun, making sure the chamber was fully loaded before returning it to the holster at his hip. He got out of the car, not bothering to turn off the ignition or lock the door. Ooohhh, this was Gotham. Fuck Gotham. It had certainly fucked him.
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
Hit the town, fool around, let's go party
After jiggling the main door and finding it locked, Harvey fired a shot through the keyhole, blasting it open.
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
He shot through several more doors as he made his way to the set of stairs that led up to Crane’s laboratory. He took the steps two at a time, still feeling energy rush through him. He managed to kick down the final door and reached the entryway to the lab.
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)