| Recuperating [tag: Harley] |
[20 May 2014|07:39am] |
For the moment, she was calm. For the moment, she was comfortable calling herself Pamela again. She was relaxed and glad to be anywhere other than Gotham. She hadn't felt this relaxed since she'd been to the Caribbean. Which was until those horrid Americans ruined it by destroying her island paradise with weapons testing. Obviously that would not happen here, as she was stuck in some resort to finish her recuperation. She had not left her room much. Everything outside was just crawling with people. People that littered and picked the local flora and laughed about it, and killed the pollinators for daring to do what they did...
( Humans were such a scourge on this planet. )
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