A Jester? A Jester?
Who: Dartz & Harley Quinn
When: Not long after this conversation.
Where: Starting point the beach, but it's bound to move.
What: Washed up on a beach, the damsel (played by Harley) receives a helping hand from one of the locals (played by Dartz)
Rating: PG? Maybe -13?
"Man, I can't believe it." Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Then again, with all the times she had been scorned, Hell's has a lot of catching up to do. Abandoned and with every possible place on her covered in sand, this....is probably a typical Tuesday for Harley. Too bad it was a Sunday. Look at this, the sand was for finely ingrained on her makeup too; how freakin' embarrassing. No point in looking stupid and feeling like there was sandpaper attached to her face, the harlequin grudgingly removed her hat and mask and proceeded to wash her face in the saltwater.
Yeah, this wasn't entirely smart, but it beat looking like a clown with a rash.
"Why do ya let him treat ya like this Harley?" Without the mask and the makeup, Harley actually looked pretty normal. Inspecting herself, fixing her blond hair from two pigtails into a nice high ponytail, all she needed to do was get rid of the costume and she's blend right into the crowd. Too bad she didn't bring a spare change of clothes, the parachute happened to be the only thing she could grab before... "You're pretty with a college education and a great bod. Most guys would kill for that."
Sighing to herself, Harley's blue eyes looked depressingly at her reflection. "Ivy was right. I'm no betta than a doormat."