Harley Quinn (i_lovemrj) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2009-01-25 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie crews, harleen quinzel |
...Or Are You Just Happy To See Me? (open)
Harley had, since beginning her new life after meeting the Joker, lived by the motto of “drive it like you stole it.” Which was not hard to accomplish since, most often, the vehicle she was in actually was stolen. However the blonde sidekick had expanded the scope of that motto and pretty much applied it to anything with wheels. Including the bright red Radio Flyer wagon with the odd baby buggy hood she’d attached (causing it to look a bit like a Conestoga crossing the prairie) that she was currently pulling down the street at breakneck speeds.
Not so coincidentally, it too was stolen.
But the baby buggy she’d originally swiped hadn’t been big enough. And the stroller just looked silly. She was trying to be inconspicuous here. It was too bad Harley was just no good at it.
Look at what had happened at the library. All she’d wanted to do was look up a little information on her newest acquisition. The big gun she’d taken from that guy that’d invaded her place. She never got his name, and given his state of dress when they’d met, she’d begun calling him Captain Underpants in her head. And Captain Underpants had pretty toys, oh yes, he did. She wished now that she’d taken the time to grab a few more, but the big rifle was a pretty good consolation prize.
The thing was, Harley was a hand gun girl. Generally, the bigger calibers were what got her excited, but she’d shoot the dinky peashooters if nothing better was available. Rifles, though, she didn’t know much about. She knew a keeper when she saw one, though, and this bad boy was definitely one to hold on to. She just wanted to know what it was. So she’d gone to the library. That was where they had all kinds of information, right?
But nothing could ever be that simple. Oh no. First the snooty-faced librarian said Harley didn’t have a card. Then she said Harley couldn’t use the computer, she had to sign up and wait her turn. Then she said that Harley couldn’t go into the media room and just yank some loser off the computer to use it for herself. Then she said ow when Harley put her face in the wall.
Well, she didn’t actually say ow. It was more of a pained grunt before she passed out, but Harley knew what it meant. Ow. And to hurry up, because the loser geek she’d tossed off the computer had run out to get the security guards. Harley’d had just enough time to find out that she was now the proud owner of a Barrett rifle and then all hell had broken loose when the guards got there.
Like it was her fault books were so flammable.
Anyway, after that, there was nothing for it. Harley had to see what this baby could do. Which was when she came up with the idea of disguising it by hiding it in a baby buggy. Most people seemed to have a weird reaction to seeing a woman gleefully hauling a gun the size of a tree limb down the street. And she had no intention of dealing with more rent-a-cops today.
Nope. She was just going to find a nice roof top, set up her new rifle, and take a few shots to see what it could do. A nice, quiet day. Wouldn’t that be nice.