It ain't nothin' I've seen on this tug boat since I got here, but I ain't gonna complain!
[Says Harley, who stumbled across the same thing this morning and began stocking up. My, but she does love her weapons! Do you know how ridiculously pleased she was to find a mallet much like her old one? Do you?! SOOOOOOOOOOOO happy!!!]
Nope .. nope .. nuh-uh .. Ugh, too small! [Harley pauses in the act of tossing a gun (or two) she doesn't like haphazardly over her shoulder, the sound effects likely picked up by her comm. She then straightens and picks up her comm as she sights down the barrel of an almost comically oversized 44' magnum. The gun might look a little too big for her under normal circumstances, but she handles it like she's been doing it for years. Oh, right! She has!!
She's actually glad she found a magic user to heal her hand now, cause it feels sooooooo nice to have a gun in her hand again. :D :D]
Look, toots, I ain't here ta powder yer ass, ya know? I ain't gonna say that I ain't happy ta have a gun or five, cause I am. They'll go right nice alongside what I've had ta put together fer myself when I was mixin' household chemicals fer bombs.
[There is a loud *BANG* as she sights and pulls the trigger, letting out a whoop of delight at the familiar kick of the gun.]
HAHAHAHAhahaha! YIPPIEEEee~ I ain't lookin' this gift horse in the mouth, toots!
[Harley might be bothered by the tone any other day, but .. aww, who am I kidding? Harley could give a shit about the tone! She's got Maia as her biffle, after all! :D]
Toots .. ya know? Broad, babe, chick .. toots.. I ain't think it was that difficult a word, but hey .. [An unseen shrug.] Wha-da I know? Ain't everyone of us on the same level I guess ..
[Oh, but she catches the tone again, looking at the communicator and rolling her eyes.]
Awww, I ain't been locked up in years! 'Sides .. least I know what I'm doin', ya know? Can't say the rest of folks that help themselves can say the same, huh?
[There is a beat of silence then and Harley sighs, lowering the gun as she talks frankly.] Ya just gonna let whatever happens happen, toots? Ya just gonna roll over an' die instead of fightin' back? I know ya ain't keen on them openin' up the arsonal ta us crazies, but we crazies are up ta fightin' fer our lives, ya know?
No, it's not hard. It's just not me. I'm not a babe, or any of the other things. Got that?
[God why. Excuse her while she sets a towel on fire in the bathroom.]
Yeah, I'm sure you do. You sound really trustworthy over there.
Who says I'm not interested in staying alive? Maybe I just don't like the thought of a bunch of psychos shooting holes in everyone. Ever think of that?
[Have a rolling of the eyes that you won't see, but FEEL it! Yeah, being told she nuts is sooooooooooo new to Harley. fffff]
Well, if that's how ya feel, that's how ya feel. [A shrug here as she begins the process of packing away what she's taking, including this pretty pretty '44 mag.]
What ya gonna do if ya don't fight? I mean, I get that yer antsy about every idiot with hands takin' guns, but what d'ya plan on doin'? If ya ain't wanna gun, sure, fine an' dandy .. but we ain't all inexperienced with the use of 'em. Heck, I'd wager most'a us ain't plannin' on doin' anythin' with 'em we don't hafta .. [Harley really wasn't sure she could include herself in this group. She was more than likely going to do things she shouldn't. She could probably safely guarantee it.]
There's more ways to fight than just shooting up the place.
[Besides, Kara's never used a gun in her life. She knows better than to just pick up a piece and start blasting with it. With age comes experience, if not maturity.]
Then you'd lose a lot of money. I haven't even been here that long and I can see half the people here really get off on random acts of violence.
Of course there's more than one way ta fight .. an' if ya wanna stick ta one of them ways, feel free.
[Is that a duffel bag over her shoulder? Why, yes it is. Harley doesn't play around when it comes to weaponry, and at least she's being honest in her knowledge of them. When she says she knows her guns, she knows her guns.
She chuckles wryly at the quick quip, nodding as she hefts the bag onto her shoulder.]
It wouldn't be the first time I lost the hand, sister .. Just rest yer pretty head an' know that I might not be the most sane soundin' broad on the boat, but I at least know what I'm doin'.
[Says Harley, who stumbled across the same thing this morning and began stocking up. My, but she does love her weapons! Do you know how ridiculously pleased she was to find a mallet much like her old one? Do you?! SOOOOOOOOOOOO happy!!!]
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Answer is, "not at all."
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She's actually glad she found a magic user to heal her hand now, cause it feels sooooooo nice to have a gun in her hand again. :D :D]
Look, toots, I ain't here ta powder yer ass, ya know? I ain't gonna say that I ain't happy ta have a gun or five, cause I am. They'll go right nice alongside what I've had ta put together fer myself when I was mixin' household chemicals fer bombs.
[There is a loud *BANG* as she sights and pulls the trigger, letting out a whoop of delight at the familiar kick of the gun.]
HAHAHAHAhahaha! YIPPIEEEee~ I ain't lookin' this gift horse in the mouth, toots!
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[Yes, Kara, that should be your biggest concern right now.]
I'm sure you're thrilled to have a gun again, broad. Or seventeen, or however the hell many you're cramming into your pockets right now.
But for the rest of us? You know, the ones who don't belong in lockup with the rest of the crazies? Not such a great day.
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Toots .. ya know? Broad, babe, chick .. toots.. I ain't think it was that difficult a word, but hey .. [An unseen shrug.] Wha-da I know? Ain't everyone of us on the same level I guess ..
[Oh, but she catches the tone again, looking at the communicator and rolling her eyes.]
Awww, I ain't been locked up in years! 'Sides .. least I know what I'm doin', ya know? Can't say the rest of folks that help themselves can say the same, huh?
[There is a beat of silence then and Harley sighs, lowering the gun as she talks frankly.] Ya just gonna let whatever happens happen, toots? Ya just gonna roll over an' die instead of fightin' back? I know ya ain't keen on them openin' up the arsonal ta us crazies, but we crazies are up ta fightin' fer our lives, ya know?
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[God why. Excuse her while she sets a towel on fire in the bathroom.]
Yeah, I'm sure you do. You sound really trustworthy over there.
Who says I'm not interested in staying alive? Maybe I just don't like the thought of a bunch of psychos shooting holes in everyone. Ever think of that?
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Well, if that's how ya feel, that's how ya feel. [A shrug here as she begins the process of packing away what she's taking, including this pretty pretty '44 mag.]
What ya gonna do if ya don't fight? I mean, I get that yer antsy about every idiot with hands takin' guns, but what d'ya plan on doin'? If ya ain't wanna gun, sure, fine an' dandy .. but we ain't all inexperienced with the use of 'em. Heck, I'd wager most'a us ain't plannin' on doin' anythin' with 'em we don't hafta .. [Harley really wasn't sure she could include herself in this group. She was more than likely going to do things she shouldn't. She could probably safely guarantee it.]
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[Besides, Kara's never used a gun in her life. She knows better than to just pick up a piece and start blasting with it. With age comes experience, if not maturity.]
Then you'd lose a lot of money. I haven't even been here that long and I can see half the people here really get off on random acts of violence.
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[Is that a duffel bag over her shoulder? Why, yes it is. Harley doesn't play around when it comes to weaponry, and at least she's being honest in her knowledge of them. When she says she knows her guns, she knows her guns.
She chuckles wryly at the quick quip, nodding as she hefts the bag onto her shoulder.]
It wouldn't be the first time I lost the hand, sister .. Just rest yer pretty head an' know that I might not be the most sane soundin' broad on the boat, but I at least know what I'm doin'.
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