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Harley Quinn hypothetically steals hyenas (hench_wench) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-01-13 00:09:00

Entry tags:

harley quinn, meg

Who: Harley Quinn and YOU
What: Trip down crazy memory lane
Where: Not far from the alley where the bomb went off
When: About an hour or two post BOOM
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

Harley couldn't resist it. Bombs and explosions and chaos, it all served to remind her of what it was she had at home. Her Mister J. He'd have loved it. Oh his would have been bigger, in a populated area and he'd have gloated. But still crime scenes were a little sexy to her now. Which didn't much help in her 'I wanna be a psychologist again' crusade. Oh she could assess herself as so not ready to work in that kind of field again it wasn't even funny but that seemed like it might be a little redundant. It just wasn't fair. She bet that other lady wasn't even as good as she was, or that she hadn't gotten to work with the most badass amazing and utterly wonderful of criminals. Stupid Brit wasn't gonna steal her job. Kimmie would help, Harley was sure of it. Besides which, this was a lame crime scene. It was mostly only in one area and she was pretty sure no one had even died.

But hero glarey Jedi boy had rallied the troops and they were doing their thing.

Still she probably shouldn't be seen here. Harley was pretty sure Kimmie would also say not to wander around the edges of bomb sites looking lovestruck. There was probably a rule about it in the 'I can be sane, really this time' Handbook.

Also Red. Oh the glaring. And if she was green when she was glaring. Like a girl hulk. Like a ...less scary She Hulk. With prettier hair and plants that looked at you! And she'd do the sigh. The why must you still love him sigh. Ugh. Harley hated the sigh. It was stupid and mean and made her feel all guilty. Harley didn't like her when she was disappointed.

"Fiiine" she said to no one in particular with a decided flounce, turning away from the scene and starting to make her way back through the city streets to the formerly abandoned house she shared with Red.

Stupid Sexy Crime Scenes.

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killed4lotless
2012-01-13 02:41 am UTC (link)

Explosions. There wasn't anything about them that took skill. Sure, they were something you could appreciate for the sheer fact that they caused a maximum amount of damage, but they weren't that much fun. Explosions were one of those things that Meg had never been interested in. Most demons worth their salt would much rather find a different way to get attention, or to hurt someone. That was how the demon had come to the conclusion that the explosion had come from one of their own. Who remained to be seen. Meg was just amused at the fact that humans practically offed themselves at times. That was beside the point, though. Unimportant.

Meg couldn't help but want to check out the explosion site. She didn't want to be seen near it, though. She was still doing the whole stealth thing, which was the best way for her to gather intel. She was one of the best at blending in. Brady had made mistakes before her, she wasn't going to do the same. That didn't mean she wasn't itching to act. She was bored! She was ready to kill someone, ready to cause some trouble somewhere....anything. She was behaving, though. They needed information.

That was why she was on the edge of the bombsite and that was how she found the loopy blond woman. This looked interesting in the very least. Meg had to hide the smirk that wanted to come to her face. She wouldn't give anything away, but just maybe....there was something here that could provide for a little bit of entertainment.

As the blond moved to walk away from the site, Meg moved to follow suit. "Not a very convincing fine?" She joked, putting on a small smile. "You wanted to check out the site too?" Playing genuine was hard, but not impossible, even if it was stupid and gross at times.

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hench_wench
2012-01-18 06:32 pm UTC (link)

Blondie had decided to come over to her and further press the Harley was fine thing. Which she supposed she couldn't fault cause she totally wasn't fine. "I didn't do it!" she said quickly, more force of habit than anything else. She figured the blame would fall to the obvious 'sometimes explosions are awesome' girl. But Mister J wasn't even here so how harsh could they be! She would never cause explosions without him, unless Red was rescuing some soil or something. It wasn't the same at all though cause that was helping and most times people didn't even die. Mister J of course loved when people died. They had it coming, he said. It had all seemed so right up until he'd tried to kill her.

Trying to kill you was supposed to put a sharp end to a relationship. But then Harley knew obsession did funny things to a gal and he just had to smile and say sorry and she'd be his again. Good thing he wasn't here probably. Meant it was just her and Red and that's the way she liked it. Just them. But now this Kelly girl had seen her at the bomb site and she'd tell and everyone would assume, cause everyone always, always assumed. Ridiculous, is what it was.

And only a little bit fair.

"Sorry, I guess...I just heard about it and wanted to see. Reminds me of home only I ain't supposed to be reminded of home. Bad stuff y'know. So I'm just gonna go back to my house and feed the babies and oh, oh you ain't gonna say I was here are you, cause it'll look soooo bad and I didn't even mean anything bad!" She looked over to the other girl worriedly, "How comes you were there anyway?"

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