I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2005-12-09 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | harleen quinzel |
i_lovetoplay I Spy Something with My Little Eye [Open]
This City was stranger than Gotham. Which was really saying something. Harley had ducked down an alley by the prison, meaning to circle around the block. But when she came up to what she thought should have been level with the prison again; because she was thinking another gun and maybe even a squad car would come in real handy about now; she wasn't facing the prison.
She was facing the wharf.
Harley knew her sense of direction wasn't so bad she'd get lost in just a square block. But there they were. Big ships, with shipping crates. Forklifts, and men in heavy dungarees and wool caps and work gloves. And none of them had small feet.
She pinched herself. It hurt. And her head didn't hurt. So she hadn't had a spell and just kept walking. Away in the distance, past the bigger boats, and the rolling waves, was a wall. A very big, very tall wall.
Harley took a step back. There was something very, very, not right about that. The place had seemed strange, sure. But a wall ? Like prison ? A city in a prison ? A city in a prison with a prison of it's own ?
She laughed. That was actually a little bit funny. But where to go next, what to do, how to find Red ? And most importantly, where where the good stores ? She didn't want to walk around looking all grey and drab forever.