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Charlie Crews (i_zen) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-07-03 17:26:00

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blind seer, charlie crews, firekeeper, harleen quinzel

So we meet again [Harley, Firekeeper/Blindseer if they wanna]
Charlie was feeling pretty good as he woke up that morning. He had a free scoop of ice cream out there waiting for him; it might have been a silly thing to be happy about, but how often did one get a free scoop of ice cream from a young lady? Not that he thought about her in such terms that might get him arrested, but she was a nice young lady; too many young men and women these days had problems with authority. Charlie had problems with authority, but it was of a different nature.

The detective showered, smiling the whole while, got ready for the day (clothes and such - no shoes yet), and went down to have his usual breakfast - some sort of fruit. He was curious to see what the City would bring to him; as he opened the door to the refrigerator, he took a moment to realize that he was happy. Happiness wasn't a bad thing, but he was happy in a prison. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the cool whiteness with what looked to be a couple fruits that didn't come from Earth at all. He was happy in a prison?

"I could be happy anywhere, or content. A prison is only in the mind. The world is not a prison unless I make it so." His voice took on that singsongy nature that he'd heard on the tapes, but it held questions. Was this true? Could he make a prison a place of content?

"I should find someone and discuss this. Wish Reese were here. Perhaps Jennifer?"

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i_zen
2009-07-21 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Charlie's jaw tightened as she was already on the move before he could catch her. Thankfully, he knew the house much better than she did, hopefully anyway. He tossed the apple onto the lawn; it was such a good apple, but it wouldn't hurt anything out in the grass. It had come from the dirt; it would return to the dirt. The crazy woman, on the other hand, was going to be returned to the asylum, if there was one.

He didn't see Blind Seer or his human companion. No, he was busy running into the house and up the stairs. He didn't have his gun on him, but really, he didn't need it. One picked up some interesting things when one was in prison, especially when one was a cop in said prison. He paused to listen and decide which room she'd actually climbed into. While he wasn't as agile as the woman, he could certainly move down a hallway without making much noise.

Charlie stood paused just to the side of the bathroom door. His body pressed for the moment to the wall. Bathrooms were a real pain to fight in, and it could actually be an advantage to a smaller person. The crazy woman was certainly smaller than he, but he didn't like her in his territory. It wasn't zen to see the mansion as his territory, to actually have territory, but this was his place of calm, for the most part - she was certainly upsetting his calm. He needed to fix that.

As the door was jerked open, he gave her a little help, kicking it a little further in. He was careful not to overdo it; momentum was useful, but it could be a real bitch when it wasn't under control.

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i_lovemrj
2009-07-22 02:03 am UTC (link)

The last thing Harley expected was for the door to move that quickly as she jerked. It was akin to having somebody let go of the other end of a taught rope, and the results were the same. The petite blonde fell backwards, completely off balance.

Her innate grace came to the rescue, and she turned the tumble into a reverse summersault. It saved her head from smacking against the floor, but unfortunately, she ran out of bathroom before the maneuver was completely. Her shoulder struck the base of the toilet hard enough to produce a softly hollow whumping sound. Whether that was the porcelain or her bone, Harley wasn’t sure, but her odds were on her shoulder. Because that freakin’ hurt!

She gave a little grunt of pain, but immediately scrambled to her feet, ready for whatever else the cop might have in store. He was trickier than he looked! Harl was pleased with that, because it was no fun if they just rolled over and played dead. Still, she couldn’t let him think that he was getting the upper hand. He might get a little cocky. That wouldn’t do at all, no sir. With a grin and a garbled war cry (she hadn’t thought that out too much, just yelled) Harley Quinn took a running start and launched herself at the cop, intending to tackle him. She might be little, but she was scrappy.

Except somehow between her leap as she sprung towards him and actually reaching him, he moved. Harley didn’t see how he moved, whether he ducked or twisted or turned or what. She only caught onto it as she began sailing past him, over his shoulders. What she did next was not thought out, it was simply instinct borne of experience. Fall off enough buildings, or occasionally get shoved, and you learned how to grab onto something to stop your descent.

So that was exactly what she did, she grabbed. Harley didn’t just grab with her hands though. That just got you rope burns and a hard impact when you hit the ground anyway. No, she grabbed with fingers and hands and arms and legs. Her arms went very naturally around his torso from behind, and she automatically tightened her legs. With her knees on his shoulders, her calves were pressed against his ears. It wasn’t an ideal position, and she blamed him for it. If he hadn’t moved, if he’d let himself be tackled like a normal person, her boobs wouldn’t be squished against his butt and she wouldn’t be hanging upside down off his back. This was not fun anymore!

In a fit of frustration, Harley bobbed her head forward, biting as soon as her teeth found purchase. It was only as she was shaking her head back and forth like a little terrier, and growling in a similar fashion, that she realized she didn’t get anything but material. She wasn’t biting him, just his pant leg. That tore it. Her head began whipping back and forth in earnest as she tried to make the seam tear so she could get at skin. Then she was gonna bite him dammit. That’d teach him to duck when he was just supposed to stand there and take it.

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i_howl
2009-07-22 03:34 am UTC (link)

Firekeeper saw the flash of Charlie bolting off growled deep in her throat. Was their new home under attack of some sort? Were their friends in danger? "Do you smell anything, sweet hunter?" she asked Blind Seer.

The blue eyed wolf inhaled deeply and growled as well. "Nothing save recent familiar human scents, and our faded ones. If there is a danger, it is not strange invaders."

Firekeeper's Fang was in her hand in a moment, and she padded swiftly in the direction that she had seen Charlie running. Blind Seer moved behind her, slower due to being more careful with the placement of his paws. Clicking claws were not stealthy in the least. Firekeeper shadowed the walls, eyes and ears straining for clues as to what was wrong. Even her less-sensitive ears could make out the sound of a struggle, and she picked up her pace, all but running.

She skidded to a halt at the sight before her, standing in the doorway with her Fang in a reversed grip and still damp from the water hose. Blind Seer peered around her and huffed bemusedly.

"...Charlie? Harley?" Firekeeper asked hesitantly, reluctant to break up the fight from long-ingrained wolf tradition. For all she knew, this was a dominance battle--though in her experience, humans tended to do such things in a verbal matter, and rarely bit when the altercation became physical.

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i_zen
2009-07-27 08:05 pm UTC (link)

Charlie wasn't ready for the strange attack, but he wasn't not ready if that could make any sense. He shifted slightly, thankfully missing the tackle. He was in no way ready for the cling; she was part spider, or spider monkey, because the woman knew how to cling. He had no idea.

The bite got a bit of a grunt, more of shock than of pain; nothing like roomy pants or she would have bitten something vital perhaps. Hit an artery? He didn't care. He didn't have time to think, much. He used the twisting momentum to turn about, to get closer to the wall, or at least a better aim at the wall.

He took a step back and shoved himself, and the spidermonkey on his back, into the wall. He wasn't going to stop with just one shove. He was going to keep banging her..into the wall, until she let go. His hands were already working freeing himself from those legs and arms. Any other time, any other place, and especially any other person, Charlie might have found this very interesting, and possibly enticing - she could really hold one. He knew a girl once....

"Get out of here," he growled at the girl and the wolf. He'd have to make sure she understood who Harley was, that she wasn't a good person. No one this crazy was. If he could stop to think about it, was he this crazy, which would make him question how good he truly was.

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i_lovemrj
2009-07-28 03:28 am UTC (link)

The breath rushed out of Harl on a low woof of air as she got mashed between a surprisingly large and muscular body (who knew the cop had that hiding under those clothes?) and a somewhat unforgiving wall. Somewhat, because as she hit the smooth surface, she felt part of it crack and give under her shoulder blade. Good thing she wasn’t some wilting flower, or she’d be in real trouble.

Still…

“That’s no way to treat a lady, buster!” she snarled, letting go of the material she was trying to tear through with her teeth. But she didn’t let go of him. Nope. That’d mean he won, and she wasn’t gonna let that happen. Instead, her arms, and especially her legs, tightened around him. Squirming a little, as much as she could anyway, she tried to move her calves from where they were pressed against his ears to where they’d be wrapped around his throat. See how he liked it!

In the middle of her wriggling to get a better grip, through the cop’s legs, she spied bright blue eyes staring at her out of a handsome canine face. “Hiya Blind Seer,” she greeted the animal with a light grunt, knowing that the girl thought she could talk to the wolf. Didn’t hurt to pick up a few brownie points here and there. “Might not be the best place for Firekeeper right now, right? Gimme a minute to sort this out, ‘kay?”

Any further conversation she might have tried to use to assure the girl that she was fine was lost as her body met the wall again. A low growl rumbled out of her throat. Oh man, was she going to have to teach this bozo a lesson about how to treat guests in his home.

But she was going to try to give Firekeeper a chance to leave the area. She didn’t want to scare the wild child away. Rapport between subject and doctor needed to be established as a “safe” place, especially when dealing with something of this nature. And this jerk was on the verge of making her lose that! Harley jerked her foot, trying to kick him in the eye.

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i_howl
2009-07-29 04:10 am UTC (link)

Firekeeper and Blind Seer exchanged a look, Firekeeper grim and Blind Seer amused. "Dear heart?" he asked, mock-innocent, "If this squabble is too violent and upsetting for your fragile sensibilities--"

"Oh, shut up," she growled, punching him hard on the shoulder. "And help me out. These two are going to seriously hurt each other if we do not intervene."

"Would you intervene were they two rival Ones, circling and snapping?" Blind Seer's jaws were still lolling in silent amusement, and he leaned forward to watch the proceedings with interest.

"Humans are not wolves," she said, sheathing her Fang. "I would have the whole story before I let them return to this fight." She waded in to the battle, trying to pry hands loose, glaring and growling fiercely with all the authority of a One herself. "Stop," she snarled, her voice husky and rusty with disuse. She bared her teeth at the both of them. "Talk. Now."

In the doorway, Blind Seer stood with deceptive ease. If either of the two humans suddenly turned on Firekeeper, he would be there in a heartbeat, showing how pitiful a human's bite was when compared to a Royal Wolf's. He liked Charlie, and he tolerated Harley for Firekeeper's sake, but Firekeeper herself was his primary concern.

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i_zen
2009-08-01 09:30 pm UTC (link)

Charlie felt the pressure of not being able to breathe, but he didn't stop. The whackjob on his back was going to have to do more than that to make him give up. The fact that she really did know his young charge and her wolf friend was more than a little disturbing; he had to make sure that she never saw them again. Too bad the prison, jail, asylum, whatever criminals were to be kept in kept moving as well as losing them? Control of the asylum itself had been lost some time ago, or so he'd heard.

His face was going red, but he kept moving. He would have backed right up into the wall again, only the minx on his back had decided to kick him instead. He dodged the foot barely, but he got a knee to the side of his head. Not at all pleasant, but at least he didn't break anything. The range of fighting had been extremely minimized with the introduction of the one innocent in the house, or at least the hallway.

"Get back." Firekeeper wasn't the only one who could growl with authority. He'd learned his in a possibly harder world. He'd learned to be "top dog" in a place where cops were not liked. The foot was caught as it came round for possibly another swing or just to give it a rest; he didn't care which. Caught and held in an awkward position in one hand. The other hand held the woman's opposing hand; she'd have a wrench in the works on either side, making it very difficult to do much building diving or climbing or anything else.

"Let go now." He growled again. It wasn't like up on the roof that day; this was a man who'd break the ankle and/or the wrist if he didn't get what he wanted, maybe even if he did.

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i_lovemrj
2009-08-03 06:37 pm UTC (link)

Despite the tone, or maybe because of it, Harley rolled her eyes. Not that that cop could see it. He was too busy being an idiot, apparently.

“Hey, copper, tell me this,” she asked in a deceptively friendly tone. “How’m I s’posed to let go, when you’re the one holding me? Huh? How’s that gonna work? You’re just gonna drop me. I gotta hold on.”

In a barely muttered undertone she added, “Knew you were dumb the first time I saw you.”

But she did stop struggling. Not for him, because really, who did he think he was, bullying her like that? Jerk. No, she stopped because the kid was trying to pull them apart, and Harley didn’t actually want her to get hurt. She sort of surprised herself; she honestly liked the kid, and obviously Firekeeper was the kind that was gonna step in. Harl would have to talk to her about that. Sometimes, that wasn’t a real hot idea.

Especially with nut jobs. Like the cop. Harley snorted. Let go. And people said she had issues.

“’Sides,” she added as she dangled there, “if I let go, I’m gonna slide down the wall. I’ll get a friction burn. An’ I bet you’re not gonna kiss it and make it better, are ya, pal? So how ‘bout this. You step away from the wall, let me go, and I’ll get off.

“That’s reasonable, ain’t it?” she asked the girl, and the wolf she supposed, in a blatant bid for brownie points. “That’s fair.”

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i_howl
2009-08-04 12:08 am UTC (link)

Firekeeper did not step back, not in the least intimidated by Charlie. She had faced down far worse than two humans that she held a relative amount of trust for. Her body was already a map of scars--what harm would a few more do, should it come to that? And she had always kept faith in her knowledge of her own abilities, especially with Blind Seer at her back.

"Why?" she asked sounding much more like an irritated and disapproving parent than one might expect from someone her age. "You is both friends to me, and I would know why you fight." It was, perhaps, the most she had spoken of an actual human language in the past few weeks and she was rusty, but she thought her point was made.

Blind Seer kept his distance, leaving human business to the humans--plus Firekeeper, who wasn't a human, not really--for now. He had his theories on the matter, though he would keep his silence until he heard it from their own lips. To Blind Seer, anyone who kept those hyenas as company was disreputable, and Charlie had proven himself a steady packmate. Should things fall poorly, he knew which side he'd be on, and who he'd be nudging Firekeeper towards.

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i_zen
2009-08-04 09:09 pm UTC (link)

Charlie's hands tightened in their hold; he could feel things starting to crunch and grind. His eyes cold as he looked from the wolf to the girl. This was the man that had come out of the prison, and perhaps he was even the one that had gone in. Perhaps this was the one that people could convince themselves was a killer.

"You might want to reconsider your friendship." He hadn't moved yet. "Step back." His head tilted slightly; he wasn't moving until the wolf girl had done as he "requested."

"You will let go, now. You won't fall." He spoke evenly; there wasn't any anger, but then there was nothing else there either. His fingers tightened a little more. She couldn't really fall if she was between him and a wall.

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i_lovemrj
2009-08-04 10:39 pm UTC (link)

If she had a different audience, Harley might have played up the fact that he was hurting her. Yelps and yowls designed to get male attention had worked well for her in the past, sometimes bringing would-be heroes to her aid. But that wasn’t going to work here for a coupla reasons.

First being that she had a sneaking suspicion that the big jerk would just hurt her more if she let him know he was definitely leaving bruises. Her opinion of him dropped another thousand degrees right there. Harl was willing to give more people the benefit of the doubt than some might suspect, but deliberately hurting somebody that had outright declared she was done fighting? Bad form. Unless he thought she was going to trick him and come up swinging. Which she had to admit that she considered. He didn’t even have to let go for her to do some real damage; she did have a pretty clear shot at the family jewels from where she was. But she already could have done that if she’d wanted to play dirty, and he was just being stupid not to realize that.

Which was the second reason that she wasn’t going to whine. She had an audience that she didn’t want to alienate. So no hitting below the belt, literally, and no whining. Because the girl associated herself with wolves, which were pack animals with a definite hierarchy. The doctor in her was not going to allow a set back because she lost respect with the girl by appearing weak.

Besides the Bat did more damage. This wasn’t that bad. Just irksome in a painful way. She set her teeth and bore it out without saying a damn work about it though. She’d bet he couldn’t do the same. Maybe later, without Firekeeper and Blind Seer around, she’d make him cry. Yeah, that’d be fun.

Especially since his plan was a pretty poor one for getting out of this position without doing any damage. The smart thing would be for him to just let her go so she could do a modified flip, using her grip on his waist to balance her legs as she dropped her lower half to the floor, then she could let go of him entirely. But no, he though he was going to be able to sustain her weight without the added support of her arms around his waist. Did he not get physics? That his arms, bent at the angles they were, would be pulled awkwardly if they were subjected to holding her dead weight? Harley wasn’t some cow, but she was a compact little bundle of muscle with some hot curves. She didn’t weigh nothing. He was going to end up dropping her, and gravity was going to have her sliding down the wall.

At least she wouldn’t nail the kid on the way down.

Sighing very dramatically, she said. “Whatever.” Then she simply let go, spreading her arms wide, letting him take the full and awkward brunt of her weight, fully expecting to land on her head.

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i_howl
2009-08-05 03:41 pm UTC (link)

Firekeeper got a good look at the look on Charlie's face. She'd seen that look before--a lean lone wolf, cousin-kind but no less dangerous for that, had shot her that look as it crouched over a half-eaten rabbit when she had been much younger. She had scuttled back then, still half a pup and unwilling to challenge one more desperate than herself for a meal.

She did not scuttle now, but she did acquiesce, though reluctantly and with a glare of her own that made it clear in no uncertain terms that she would not have backed down of her own volition. She took a single step backwards, raising her hands to show that she meant no threat, though her posture was still coiled and ready as a spring. There she stood, still and silent, waiting for this to play out.

Still in the doorway, Blind Seer satisfied himself that this would not end in harm to Firekeeper and finally sat, scratching at one ear with his tongue lolling.

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i_zen
2009-08-14 11:52 pm UTC (link)

Charlie remained leaning against the woman for a moment longer as he changed the hold on her leg; it became loose and allowed him to lower her leg by shifting his hand ever so slightly or moving it in general. The hold on her wrist was the only warning she got that he would do damage if she tried to take a cheap shot. As he eased forward, he made sure she didn't fall on her head because he was rather certain she'd done that enough times by now.

As he let her down, he was pretty certain she was capable of shifting her weight and dropping her feet before her head ever touched the ground. Plus he was still holding her wrist, a little higher now and at an angle that wouldn't wrench her arm too much if she tried anything.

"What exactly were you doing when you met her?" His attention was on Firekeeper not on the criminal he was being a little too nice to for his liking. "She's a criminal. And seems to be a little out of touch. I should know." Yes, Charlie had gone round the bend so many times he'd started marking the tree he kept passing.

"She is not to be trusted." If she moved as quickly as he thought she would and as agilely, by now the woman in question would probably be on her feet? Didn't matter though, Charlie wasn't letting go of her wrist quite yet; he didn't trust her any further than he could throw her, and unfortunately, he probably could throw her a good distance.

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i_lovemrj
2009-08-15 03:36 am UTC (link)

Harley had to put one hand on the floor in order to right herself, and it was not a gracefully executed thing. Truthfully if she wasn’t as flexible and athletic as she was, there was no way she could have pulled it off. And he was still holding her wrist. A little too hard for comfort.

So it was gonna be like that, huh? Fine. He wanted to play the bully, she’d let him. For now. It wasn’t like she didn’t have experience. Most men, Harley found, liked to think they were big and strong and macho. You play up to that, they underestimated you. They underestimated you, you could hit ‘em harder because they wouldn’t see it coming.

So she stood awkwardly, arm bent at an odd angle, with a patiently put-upon expression on her face. Which changed as he spoke, becoming instead an affronted scowl. How would he know if she was a criminal or not? He’d met her twice! And she hadn’t done anything bad either time. Well, not really bad. Who’d twisted up his undies?

“Hey!” she protested sharply, tugging unsubtly to get her wrist free. “I ain’t a criminal. Don’t go throwing around accusations that aren’t true!”

Then her voice turned coy, and she deliberately and blatantly batted her lashes at him, obviously insincere. “You know, if you wanted to hold hands, big guy, all you had to do was ask.”

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