Who: Harper Gray & Aaron Lawrence What: Jail break! When: Friday night, October 31st 2014 Where: Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center (NYC) Warnings: TBD? You never know with them.
It was like she'd just woken up from a very long sleep. The princess had been asleep in her tower, trapped and alone, unaware of the world around her as she slept her life away until the day she finally woke up. That's what this felt like. In reality, Harper Gray had simply made the mistake of trying on Harley's costume (for curiosity's sake, obviously) and had gotten a very rude surprise when she found she couldn't take it off. Next thing she knew, Harper was gone, and all that was left was Harley Quinn. Her worst nightmare come to life.
Harley had been asleep, but now she was awake, and she was looking for her prince. Things would be different this time, she reasoned, because she was coming to save him (again). She was his knight in shining armor, here to save him from this dungeon. This prison of madness and lies, a place not fit for the likes of Mr. J. She was determined to free him, prove to him that she was still his and she deserved to be treated better, because he needed her. She was the only one who would come for him, and she was convinced he'd finally see reason. He couldn't live without her anymore than she could live without him. Maybe she was just as mad, and sure, she was more than likely a little delusional about this, but this was a mad love, baby. If it didn't seem crazy than none of this crazy was worth it. It was settled, then. She was off to save her puddin'.
It was already pretty late in the night by the time she reached the nuthouse. She was dressed head to toe in her standard red and black, and with that eye mask and all that make-up covering her face, there was no way anyone would recognize Harper from any video surveillance later. Still, Harley used her special lock picking skills to get in through the back and dodge most of the main entrance cameras, disabling the security alarm system with her particular brand of know-how and slipping down into the solitary ward. All the lights were off, but she turned them on one by one as she sauntered down the row of doors, whistling her favorite tune. 'Jingle Bells, Batman smells.' "Oh Mistah Jaaaaay!"