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[OOC: Journal Info]
Just some OOC notes regarding this journal. First and foremost, I don't own Harley Quinn. This is a role playing journal based on a fictional person. I also don't own her model. I'm making no money off of this nor do I have any affiliation with DC Comics or WB.
This journal is used in conjunction with the following communities:
dc_nation
jla_watchtower
theatrical_museUnless noted ( Read more... ) -
theatrical_muse 263: Worst. Present. Ever.
Harley at seventeen had been an oddball in her family. She dyed her hair blonde; when she could get away with it she wouldn’t eat kosher. She didn’t do a lot of things that her parents constantly told her a good Jewish girl her age should. She also thought listening to her German grandparents go on and on and on and on and on and on and on was ( Read more... ) -
theatrical_muse 262: Lines
There were lines you didn’t cross, Harley knew. She had learned to read him like a book over the years. She generally knew pretty well when she was crossing one of those lines. But sometimes, without warning, her Puddin’, her honey pie, would just snap. And she didn’t even see it coming ( Read more... ) -
theatrical_muse 261 - Whic fictional character would you like to be?
Who would I be? I dunno. Actions speak louder than words unless you got a megaphone handy, so sit down and Harl will tell ya all a story. A story with Love! With action! With heroes! And with fish!
The streets of Gotham were always an interesting place. Right now, two goons of some random mob boss that Harley couldn't think of the name of ( Read more... ) -
[Test Log for DC Nation - Ivy Applicant]
Three A.M.
That wonderful time of day where nothing was on but Infomercials. Flipping through channels at this time did nothing for her.
They were totally on the run.
On the run was what they (totally) were.
She padded turned off the TV and padded towards the Hotel's bed and flopped down next to Ivy.
"Pammmmmmmmmmmmmmy. I'm bored!" -
[Test Log for DC Nation - Ivy Applicant]
It was four in the morning. No one was normally up at this hour. Well, Ivy could be, but that was Ivy. Harley.... only slept when she managed to run out of energy or when something knocked her out.
She tip-toed into Ivy's side of the room, "Sneak... sneak... sneak... sneak....!"
And then, "Pammmmmmy? Pammy! PammyPammyPammyPammyPammyPammy!" -
(Untitled)
So, there's this girl.
And this girl really loves this guy.
But occasionally this guy turns around and punches the girl in the face, not even taking the horseshoes out of his glove as a courtesy. When do you say no?
Especially when he makes it up to you so wonderfully.
Mistah J, I miss you.
