Harley Quinn (harlequinnade) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-06-26 22:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel | harley quinn, ∴ scenes: completed, ∴ scenes: narratives |
Who: Harley Quinn
Where: An airfield outside of Gotham
When: May 5, 2010
What: Harley recovers the Secret Six jet.
Harley slunk towards the abandoned airfield, her painted face hidden behind a large and dramatic hat. The body-length, black duster she wore only added to the affect of what she considered mysterious, though the outfit would have drawn more glances that the diamond patterned suit she was famous for.
Luckily for Harley, she was not surrounded by the public. The field was empty save for two men, one burly and one burlier. They regarded her with complete indifference. "Quinn," the largest spoke in a tight, helium-inspire voice, "What took ya so long."
Harley looked up at the goon before her blue eyes swept across the field. "Was makin' sure the coast was clear, see?" Her impression of a 1920's gangster was inspired by Scarface the dummy. "Ya got the goods?"
The thinner of the two men cast a glance back to the large, unmissable plane behind them. "Uh...yeah."
Harley shot him a glare and her hand curled around the gun in her pocket.
"Yeah, boss," the man corrected. "We got the goods." And he slung a thumb over his shoulder to point to the silver bird.
"Aw, you boys are sweet!" Harley's broke character to jump the largest one in a hug, her feet easily lifted from the ground as the man just stood there. "I knew I could count on ya!"
The large one finally took a step back, causing the bubbly clown to drop to the ground. The moment her feet touched, she sprung off them and towards the Secret Six jet. "It looks as good as new!"
"Yeah, boss. Just like ya asked," the skinny one said, making a loop with his finger near his temple to his teammate. The other man scolded him quietly.
Harley skipped up the steps and poked her head into the spotless cabin. "Ooo, it looks nice! Did ya get the crumbs outta the cockpit?" she asked, sliding down the metal railing to land just a few feet below. Despite the unimpressive show, she flung her hands into the hair and posed. Only the biggest of the two was smart enough to clap.
"We found this," he said after the harlequin dropped her arms. In his palm was a purple lipstick tube.
Harley squealed happily and rushed over to him to take the lipstick. She popped the top and applied the dark red color to her peach lips. "You're the best, Scruffy! Now I just gotta get back to the Six. Did ya bring the other thing?"
Scruffy looked at his companion and nodded for him to act.
The thin one sighed and wandered away for a moment. When he returned, he was holding a tub of home-baked cookies. "Here," he said, thrusting them out to her.
Harley jumped happily, swiping the box in the process. "Thanks, boys! Toodles!" Now all she had to do was deliver the package safely to the Six's headquarters and everything would be back to normal.
Sort of.