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WHO: Harley Quinn, NPCs
WHERE: Tijuana, Mexico
WHEN: 4/7/2010 - 4/10/2010
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, Harl's butchering of the Spanish language, and derogatory terms (light, but might offend).
SUMMARY: Harley follows orders from her pudding and takes a vacation.
FORMAT: Solo.
It took some time, but she procured a fake passport and papers for a plane ticket to Tijuana, Mexico just a few miles south of the California border. On the morning of the seventh, she stepped out of her cab that morning with an expensive pair of shades on and a thousand dollar red dress. She even got to bring her hyenas this time--both of them on chain leashes barking and frightening the hired help. She grinned as she was led into her hotel that night under the name of Dr. Jenna Side with her pooches Kitt and Caboodle.
How she got past security--she even amazed herself. The flight to the west coast must have been pretty bugged, because of the whole HIVE dealings out there. Also, the extra cash under the security officers' noses. That also helped sway their opinions like the sway of Harl's hips. Girl knew how to get the job done.
In her room, she unlocked her suitcases that were filled with guns and her harlequin costume. After a refreshing shower and gourmet meal for herself and the dogs, she slipped into something wacky and jumped out the window.
She had been looking up this foreign doctor that primarily worked on botched abortions and cheap plastic surgery that was otherwise not allowed in the States. He had a good career going for him--most of his clients were American socialites whose names would surprise the mass public and E! Tonight. Harl was just doing clean work tonight. She followed a few leads on the good doctor's whereabouts and found his base of operations in a condemned building. She peered through the boarded up window as he took in a buxom blond customer and performed a surgery on her with his nurse nearby.
Harley waited patiently for the surgery to be over (chewing her gum quietly and humming Judy Garland). She sat through his spiel to the woman, exchanging of cash, and the shoddy cleaning up process which was basically dump the tools in a sink and clean them with a dirty rag. It was maybe one? Two in the morning? Before the doctor finally called lights out and descended the stairs.
She moved.
On the roof top she had a clear view of most of the city and a few streets nearby. The doctor was getting into his car and driving away. She followed as far as she could on the roof and then with a daring jump, leaped to the next roof and the next to follow the good doc. He did not live too far from his 'office'.
Harley reached the ground and climbed the doctor's fire escape to peer through the windows some more. It was a decent looking place. He had a wife and four kids. There was a cat sitting comfortably on one of the window sills. Harley hissed at it as it leaped away to do whatever it was that kitty cats did. She should ask Selina some time.
In the kitchen, the doctor was rummaging for food. When he quickly turned to the window, Harley wasn't there.
The next morning, she lounged by the pool and was waited on by cute Latino men in speedos. In the afternoon, one of those cute buff men took her out for lunch and the rest of the afternoon was spent exploiting her spa package.
Come nightfall, she was ready to party in her domino mask and hand gun on her thigh. At about midnight, she was waiting behind the doctor's car when he finally left his office. She sprung up, gun pointed at the man, and barked, "FREEZE HOT TAMALE!"
The doctor gasped, hands up, and muttering fast in Spanish. Harley walked around the car, stepping closer to the doctor, and backing him up against the brick wall of the building. She shoved her gun against his crotch and hissed, "Get in the trunk or the familia jewelays get it. Comprende?"
He was struggling, but the obvious gun against his sensitive parts was enough to spring him into action. He knew enough English to know what Harley was saying. She coaxed him to the back of the car, to open the trunk, and get his butt inside. As Harley was slamming the trunk door shut, he was pleading, "Please! Por favor, don't kill me! I have a family! Take anything you want--money? Car? Please!" His pleas fell on deaf ears.
In the early morning of the tenth, Harley changed back into her civilian clothes, packed her bags, and checked out of the hotel. She drove to the parking lot of the nearest airport and parked. Opening the trunk, the doctor scrambled out onto the asphalt, wheezing and crying. Harley threw a bottle of water at his head. "Drink up! It's gonna be a long flight. This is your passport--" She held up the doctored documents. "--you're my hubby chew toy and if you try speakin' fancy Spanish an' getting your way out of this, I'm cray cray enough to let little Harley--" She patted her thigh that her gun was strapped to. "--out in an open airport. Si?"
She kept him close, her thigh pressed up against him, so he could feel the outline of her gun while they passed through blind security officers. They sat next to each other on the plane and Harley patted his hand affectionately, gushing about how lovely the City was in this time of year, and she just hoped he was going to impress her family. They were very important to her, after all. She'd kill for them.
WHERE: Tijuana, Mexico
WHEN: 4/7/2010 - 4/10/2010
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, Harl's butchering of the Spanish language, and derogatory terms (light, but might offend).
SUMMARY: Harley follows orders from her pudding and takes a vacation.
FORMAT: Solo.
It took some time, but she procured a fake passport and papers for a plane ticket to Tijuana, Mexico just a few miles south of the California border. On the morning of the seventh, she stepped out of her cab that morning with an expensive pair of shades on and a thousand dollar red dress. She even got to bring her hyenas this time--both of them on chain leashes barking and frightening the hired help. She grinned as she was led into her hotel that night under the name of Dr. Jenna Side with her pooches Kitt and Caboodle.
How she got past security--she even amazed herself. The flight to the west coast must have been pretty bugged, because of the whole HIVE dealings out there. Also, the extra cash under the security officers' noses. That also helped sway their opinions like the sway of Harl's hips. Girl knew how to get the job done.
In her room, she unlocked her suitcases that were filled with guns and her harlequin costume. After a refreshing shower and gourmet meal for herself and the dogs, she slipped into something wacky and jumped out the window.
She had been looking up this foreign doctor that primarily worked on botched abortions and cheap plastic surgery that was otherwise not allowed in the States. He had a good career going for him--most of his clients were American socialites whose names would surprise the mass public and E! Tonight. Harl was just doing clean work tonight. She followed a few leads on the good doctor's whereabouts and found his base of operations in a condemned building. She peered through the boarded up window as he took in a buxom blond customer and performed a surgery on her with his nurse nearby.
Harley waited patiently for the surgery to be over (chewing her gum quietly and humming Judy Garland). She sat through his spiel to the woman, exchanging of cash, and the shoddy cleaning up process which was basically dump the tools in a sink and clean them with a dirty rag. It was maybe one? Two in the morning? Before the doctor finally called lights out and descended the stairs.
She moved.
On the roof top she had a clear view of most of the city and a few streets nearby. The doctor was getting into his car and driving away. She followed as far as she could on the roof and then with a daring jump, leaped to the next roof and the next to follow the good doc. He did not live too far from his 'office'.
Harley reached the ground and climbed the doctor's fire escape to peer through the windows some more. It was a decent looking place. He had a wife and four kids. There was a cat sitting comfortably on one of the window sills. Harley hissed at it as it leaped away to do whatever it was that kitty cats did. She should ask Selina some time.
In the kitchen, the doctor was rummaging for food. When he quickly turned to the window, Harley wasn't there.
The next morning, she lounged by the pool and was waited on by cute Latino men in speedos. In the afternoon, one of those cute buff men took her out for lunch and the rest of the afternoon was spent exploiting her spa package.
Come nightfall, she was ready to party in her domino mask and hand gun on her thigh. At about midnight, she was waiting behind the doctor's car when he finally left his office. She sprung up, gun pointed at the man, and barked, "FREEZE HOT TAMALE!"
The doctor gasped, hands up, and muttering fast in Spanish. Harley walked around the car, stepping closer to the doctor, and backing him up against the brick wall of the building. She shoved her gun against his crotch and hissed, "Get in the trunk or the familia jewelays get it. Comprende?"
He was struggling, but the obvious gun against his sensitive parts was enough to spring him into action. He knew enough English to know what Harley was saying. She coaxed him to the back of the car, to open the trunk, and get his butt inside. As Harley was slamming the trunk door shut, he was pleading, "Please! Por favor, don't kill me! I have a family! Take anything you want--money? Car? Please!" His pleas fell on deaf ears.
In the early morning of the tenth, Harley changed back into her civilian clothes, packed her bags, and checked out of the hotel. She drove to the parking lot of the nearest airport and parked. Opening the trunk, the doctor scrambled out onto the asphalt, wheezing and crying. Harley threw a bottle of water at his head. "Drink up! It's gonna be a long flight. This is your passport--" She held up the doctored documents. "--you're my hubby chew toy and if you try speakin' fancy Spanish an' getting your way out of this, I'm cray cray enough to let little Harley--" She patted her thigh that her gun was strapped to. "--out in an open airport. Si?"
She kept him close, her thigh pressed up against him, so he could feel the outline of her gun while they passed through blind security officers. They sat next to each other on the plane and Harley patted his hand affectionately, gushing about how lovely the City was in this time of year, and she just hoped he was going to impress her family. They were very important to her, after all. She'd kill for them.