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i_burn ([info]i_burn) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2009-08-03 11:24:00

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Entry tags:harleen quinzel, liz sherman

Out and About (Open)
Liz was bored. Not a lot had been going on with The Ghostbusters, and although Liz appreciated having the job, she wished there was more excitement.

She lit a cigarette as she stepped down the apartment stairs to head to work. She liked smoking while she walked, but to be perfectly honest, she liked to smoke while she did almost everything.

One thing that she had noticed was that her powers seemed to be more under control here in The City. Nothing seemed to make the fire want to burn, not unless she told her powers that it was time. She liked that. She felt like she had more freedom when her powers were under control.

She strolled down the street, not paying any attention to where she was going.



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[info]i_lovemrj
2009-08-06 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Harley was heading home but she’d lost the car she’d been using. That happened when some moron crashed into the side of you because they ran a red light. Before the cops could show up and ask for things like registrations, she’d bailed. So now she was looking for another ride.

Because Harley Quinn did not take the bus.

She’d just spotted a nice little 1971 Mercury Cougar and gotten all excited. Nothing ran like a V8, she didn’t care what people said. And this one was in sweet condition. As with all classic cars, the alarm system on this one, if it had one, would be after market. How easy that was to disarm depended on how much the owner chose to spend on it. Since it was parked on a metered street, Harley was betting not much, or they’d have sprung to have it garaged instead.

Heading straight for the car, not paying a whole lot of attention to others around her, Harley was startled when somebody slammed into her shoulder. Barely turning her head, she snarled, “Watch where you’re goin’, sister.”

Then her nose wrinkled and she leaned back as the acrid smoke from the cigarette hit her nose. “Oh ew. Doncha know that’ll kill ya?”

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[info]i_burn
2009-08-10 06:29 pm UTC (link)
Her cigarette had fallen on the ground when she'd bumped into the other woman. To be perfectly honest, Liz hadn't been paying enough attention to where she'd been going. So she was happy to take the blame.

She stepped on the cigarette on the ground to put it out.

"Hasn't killed me yet, so I'm not too worried about it. Sorry I bumped into you, wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

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[info]i_lovemrj
2009-08-12 09:30 pm UTC (link)
“Yeah, I got that.” Harl rolled her eyes, not caring a bit if the chick saw it or not. It was pretty obvious that she hadn’t been paying attention, didn’t really need to get said, did it? At least she apologized.

But her lip still curled in revulsion as she watched the woman step on her cigarette. It wasn’t that Harley had anything against vices. On the contrary, she encouraged indulging them as often and as much as a person wanted to. What was the point of living if you couldn’t have a little fun? She’d been known to indulge in a cigar now and then, for effect, for celebration. But cigarettes were not only a daily habit, they were a smelly one.

It wasn’t the health issue that irritated Harley. It was that the scent got into her clothes. It wasn’t like she could just go drop a harlequin outfit off at the dry cleaners. They asked questions. Plus, they always messed up her liliripes and made them wilty. There was nothing sadder than a harlequin with wilty liliripes.

“That’s still gross,” she announced firmly. Then in a perverse twist that she didn’t even stop to question, Harley commanded, “You oughtta pick that up. That’s littering.”

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[info]i_burn
2009-08-13 06:01 am UTC (link)
Liz looked at the other woman and rolled her eyes. She then sent a burst of flame down to turn the cigarette into ashes. She then took another Lucky Brand Cigarette out of its case and using the same lick of flame lit another.

"Better?"

She took a long drag of the cigarette and exhaled. "I like smoking, like the feeling of it. To be honest, I'm not sure why you care so much."

The other woman seemed to enjoy telling other people what to do, that was for sure.

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[info]i_lovemrj
2009-08-15 03:33 am UTC (link)
Harley was about to ask about the fire thing, because that was kind of awesome, when the chick went and pulled out another cigarette. Then lit it up right in front of her. Did she not get the point that Harl didn’t want to breath in her stinky nasty smokey crap?

Very deliberately, with eyes narrowed to show her displeasure, Harl reached over and plucked the offending thing right out of the woman’s fingers. Then she drop it on the pavement, grinding the lit tip beneath her bootie to put it out.

“No, that is not better. What’re you? Stupid?” she demanded. “I was trying to be polite about it, y’know, like I was lookin’ out for your health, but the fact is that crap stinks. Just plain stinks. And I don’t wanna smell it. Nobody does. Who wants to be included in your nasty habits? Do you pick your nose in public and flick it at people too? Geez.”

She shook her head, as though she was terribly disappointed and ironically queried, “What ever happened to common courtesy?”

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