[Thread: Open] No hard feelings
Characters: Harley Quinn, anyone else that wants to jump in. Let's try to keep it one big thread for continuity's sake.
Where: Around the re-phased area of the complex (manhattan?!) TV station
When: One bright, June morning. TGIF
Summary: Harley doesn't hold a grudge, the Joker is forgiven for leaving her in that crazy place and to prove it shes going on a violent spree to get his attention. Of course, there's always the possibility of it attracting the wrong attention.
Warnings: R for explicit violence and adult concepts.
It was a beautiful day in this mixed up, topsy-turvy world. The sun was shining, the birds that phased in and out of existence were singing, and Harley Quinn was skipping down the street with a plush backpack shaped like a white rabbit slung on one shoulder and a croquet mallet swinging in her right hand. Any shadows of people that shouldn't be there, much like half the buildings and objects she passed, recieved a swift blow to the head that usually cracked thier skulls open. Harley was a wicked shot.
She was heading towards a television studio that was growing out of the ground like it was part of the ashphalt and concrete. There was no door, but there were windows. When Harley skidded to a stop in front of one of the large panes of glass, she adjusted her backpack, smoothed out her silky black corset and admired her tiny bottom in the red lace shorts. Had there ever been a more adorable maniac? No way.
With a smile, she drew her arms back over her head and winked at her reflection one last time before swinging hard at the glass and shattering it into a shower of tiny pieces. It was like snow, but more dangerous. Gingerly, she stepped through the opening and made her way to the studio much to the shock and horror of the people that thought they worked there. The broadcast of what followed would be shown on the large television screen on the outside of the building. People listened to you when you had a bunny-bag full of explosives and a cordless power drill. If this didn't get his attention, nothing would. She went about setting up for her television debut!
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"Hey there all you ladies and gents in TV land! Who needs the grid when I have a whole audience tuning into the Harley Quinn network! We have a special show in store, don't touch that dial!" Her smile turned vicious and her voice got lower, "Or you'll regret it."
She squeezed the "trigger" on the power drill for emphasis and nodded her head towards a group of four people tied up in chairs behind her. Their mouths were covered with duct tape and they were squirming in terror. "Meet our contestants!"
Where: Around the re-phased area of the complex (manhattan?!) TV station
When: One bright, June morning. TGIF
Summary: Harley doesn't hold a grudge, the Joker is forgiven for leaving her in that crazy place and to prove it shes going on a violent spree to get his attention. Of course, there's always the possibility of it attracting the wrong attention.
Warnings: R for explicit violence and adult concepts.
It was a beautiful day in this mixed up, topsy-turvy world. The sun was shining, the birds that phased in and out of existence were singing, and Harley Quinn was skipping down the street with a plush backpack shaped like a white rabbit slung on one shoulder and a croquet mallet swinging in her right hand. Any shadows of people that shouldn't be there, much like half the buildings and objects she passed, recieved a swift blow to the head that usually cracked thier skulls open. Harley was a wicked shot.
She was heading towards a television studio that was growing out of the ground like it was part of the ashphalt and concrete. There was no door, but there were windows. When Harley skidded to a stop in front of one of the large panes of glass, she adjusted her backpack, smoothed out her silky black corset and admired her tiny bottom in the red lace shorts. Had there ever been a more adorable maniac? No way.
With a smile, she drew her arms back over her head and winked at her reflection one last time before swinging hard at the glass and shattering it into a shower of tiny pieces. It was like snow, but more dangerous. Gingerly, she stepped through the opening and made her way to the studio much to the shock and horror of the people that thought they worked there. The broadcast of what followed would be shown on the large television screen on the outside of the building. People listened to you when you had a bunny-bag full of explosives and a cordless power drill. If this didn't get his attention, nothing would. She went about setting up for her television debut!
....................................
"Hey there all you ladies and gents in TV land! Who needs the grid when I have a whole audience tuning into the Harley Quinn network! We have a special show in store, don't touch that dial!" Her smile turned vicious and her voice got lower, "Or you'll regret it."
She squeezed the "trigger" on the power drill for emphasis and nodded her head towards a group of four people tied up in chairs behind her. Their mouths were covered with duct tape and they were squirming in terror. "Meet our contestants!"