Who: Larxene and Harley Quinn. Where: Prison. When: Late evening, 18th of October. Summary: Every crime has its punishment. Rating: No clue. Other: Love definitely isn't in the air. ( Bet you were wondering where she went. )
Harley had been sitting upon what was generously called a 'bed' in what could only be described as the smallest space she'd ever found herself stuck in for any prolonged period of time. She was supposed to be in solitary confinement, but it just so happened that the prisons in dear old Neo Genesis were so packed full of scum - mostly from the Abyss, it seemed - that no one got a cell of their own, these days. However, dear old Harls had lucked out. She'd had her own little crawl-space for what seemed like forever (which, in reality, was only several hours) before realizing she wasn't destined to be alone, after all.
She was swinging her legs over the edge, chewing on a piece of gum she'd conned out of one of the guards and laying her chin on her hand when the sound of approaching footsteps had jarred her to attention. Blue eyes tilted anxiously towards the barred doorway - two guards shoved a fellow blonde into the confines of her new apartment, as she liked to call it, and slammed the door shut behind her
( ... )
Oh no, this wasn't happening. Out of all the places she could've ended up in, what were the odds that she'd end up with this idiot? Some higher power - a warden, probably - clearly had a sick sense of humor.
She stared back at the other with an expressionless face at first before that accusation rang across the room. For those brief few seconds she had hoped that the other wouldn't recognize her. But when that shred of hope was snuffed out like a discarded cigarette, her expression went from coldness to reveal a hint of a - false - grin. "You'll believe anything people tell you, won't you? Guess I shouldn't expect much better from a stupid fool such as yourself."
But since she was stuck here, she'd just as well try and make the best of it. After finishing that sentence, she leaned back against the nearest wall. "I do have a name you know; it's Larxene. So how's your delicate little love life working out for you? Does your pudding come and visit you at all, hmm? It'd be pretty heartless of him to leave you here all heartbroken,
( ... )
Stupid fool?! Harley's brows wasted no time in forming a frown as she stared coldly across their cramped quarters towards the other woman - but that wasn't the worst of it. The more that left Larxene's mouth, the more harried and bloodthirsty Harley became, until she practically threw herself right into the other's face.
"How come you know so much 'bout me and Mistah J, huh?!" She obviously wasn't happy with the way things were going, nor the way Larxene was hitting the hammer on the nail on all points. No, no - it was obvious Mr. J loved her and would be coming for her any minute. It'd only been a few hours... not even a full day, yet. She had to give a man some time to put together a plan! It wasn't like she was just tucked away in some resort. This was prison.
Oh, and it was like music in her ears. Scratch what she had thought for herself earlier, solitary confinement would be hell for a parasitic creature like Larxene whose sadistic tendencies demanded an unwilling host to exploit emotionally. She had really missed it, pushing someone into anger and despair by merely being a little passive-aggressive. She wouldn't even flinch as Harley jumped up in her face and started screaming like a fool, soaking up her anger like a sponge. After a month of being trampled on, she really needed it, a kind of justification of her existence if you will.
But as the barrage ended, the other blonde just rolled her eyes in response, looking entirely unmoved by Harley's reaction at first, before putting on a - in lack of better way to put it - concerned face, caring almost. "Gee, I don't know about that Harleen. That's not what he told me." Obvious bait for a psychological trap. Trust me though, she was going to go somewhere with this. Who say you can't mix fun and work?
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She was swinging her legs over the edge, chewing on a piece of gum she'd conned out of one of the guards and laying her chin on her hand when the sound of approaching footsteps had jarred her to attention. Blue eyes tilted anxiously towards the barred doorway - two guards shoved a fellow blonde into the confines of her new apartment, as she liked to call it, and slammed the door shut behind her ( ... )
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She stared back at the other with an expressionless face at first before that accusation rang across the room. For those brief few seconds she had hoped that the other wouldn't recognize her. But when that shred of hope was snuffed out like a discarded cigarette, her expression went from coldness to reveal a hint of a - false - grin. "You'll believe anything people tell you, won't you? Guess I shouldn't expect much better from a stupid fool such as yourself."
But since she was stuck here, she'd just as well try and make the best of it. After finishing that sentence, she leaned back against the nearest wall. "I do have a name you know; it's Larxene. So how's your delicate little love life working out for you? Does your pudding come and visit you at all, hmm? It'd be pretty heartless of him to leave you here all heartbroken, ( ... )
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"How come you know so much 'bout me and Mistah J, huh?!" She obviously wasn't happy with the way things were going, nor the way Larxene was hitting the hammer on the nail on all points. No, no - it was obvious Mr. J loved her and would be coming for her any minute. It'd only been a few hours... not even a full day, yet. She had to give a man some time to put together a plan! It wasn't like she was just tucked away in some resort. This was prison.
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But as the barrage ended, the other blonde just rolled her eyes in response, looking entirely unmoved by Harley's reaction at first, before putting on a - in lack of better way to put it - concerned face, caring almost. "Gee, I don't know about that Harleen. That's not what he told me." Obvious bait for a psychological trap. Trust me though, she was going to go somewhere with this. Who say you can't mix fun and work?
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