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Tweak says, ""Put it on me, go on.""

Anthony J. Crowley (i_sauntereddown) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-12-11 08:15:00

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anthony crowley, elle bishop, harleen quinzel

Storming the Castle [Elle, later Harley]
Crowley stood at the base of the castle with an expression on his face that might have been interpreted as a smile were it on anyone else. On him it just appeared predatory. In a way, he supposed, it was. This castle, this entire experience was like prey to him. He and Elle had come here with the explicit purpose of causing trouble. Big trouble. Epic trouble.

They were going to take on a building whose base was strong. Solid. It reminded him a bit of the castles of Britain, only during their early years where they still had that new castle smell to them. That magnificence. Before the dark and dank set in.

Though, if he had his way, he and Elle would make quick work of this new monarchy. They were, in all essence, storming the castle to take the crown away from whomever it was that had it. Crowley didn't know who had the crown. He hadn't been paying that close of attention.

All he really knew was this was going to be worth the effort. It was infinitely better than killing ducks in the park, that was for sure. This was a rare opportunity in this city to do something other than lounge around lazily.

It certainly beat scaring his plants.

He looked at the doors... gates... whatever you wanted to call them, turned to look at Elle and nodded. She would know what that meant. It was time for action.

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i_sauntereddown
2010-02-07 10:21 pm UTC (link)

While Harley was busy giving her little speech to Elle, Crowley was moving closer to her. Maneuvering himself so that he was behind her.

Why was she wearing such a stupid and trite costume? Did she choose it because of her name or did she choose her name based on her costume choice? It didn't really matter, he decided, because he wasn't particularly fond of the game she was playing.

The distraction game. It was ruining he and Elle's siege on the castle. Or at the very least delaying progress. Neither of which was Crowley pleased with. So, he had the notion to distract Harley so Elle could continue on her mission.

Which should be easy enough once he ripped the mask off her face. That ought to get her attention real fast and put it on him. Wasting no time, he made the quick attempt to unmask her. For some reason, she felt the need to hide behind a costume and Crowley didn't fancy her having that advantage.

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i_lovemrj
2010-02-13 08:48 am UTC (link)

Torture? Well that wasn’t how you made friends. But then, the kid seemed to be on some kind of power trip just because she could zap things. Harley wasn’t all that impressed, really. The girl had a power. Whoopdie doo. She didn’t know how to use it properly, obviously. She was just sending out those power bolts kind of indiscriminately, like a little kid throwing snap-pops against the wall to watch them explode. And she didn’t have the gumption to truly take the offensive, or she wouldn’t have let Harl get as close as she was.

If Harley wanted to take a guess, she’d say that blondie here had some sort of inferiority complex and she liked to use her abilities to make her feel like she was important and had worth. It wasn’t at all uncommon, so she wasn’t as special as she thought she was. Under other circumstances, she’d take the girl under her wing, try to teach her how to use what she had to her best advantage. Like she was gonna do for Ace. But the girl just pissed her off, so that wasn’t gonna happen.

Harley was about to tell the girl that she didn’t know half of what she thought she did, when a movement in the periphery of her vision had her ducking. Too many years of ducking flung rubber vomit and thrown chattering teeth, not to mention dodging the vinyl vigilante, had sharpened her response to possible threats. Harley figured, at this point in her life, better safe than sorry, and she moved before she even completely assessed the threat. Not quite fast enough to keep damage from being done though. Even as she yanked herself away from the wall to dart across the room, she heard it.

The ripping.

Stopping near the body of a fried guard, Harley pulled her hood off her head, revealing two rumpled pigtails. With deep affront and hurt in her voice, she accused, “You ripped my liliripe! That’s just… that’s just mean!”

Then she narrowed her eyes at the perv from the zoo. “Oh that’s it. No more Ms. Nice Guy!” That was the only warning she gave before she quickly made her way to the doorway that led to the stairs up to the rest of the castle, not by running, but in a series of handsprings. She paused in that doorway only long enough to stop, turn, and fire her popgun. At the ceiling. Then she did run, not waiting for the explosion to hit before she was moving up the stairs as fast as she could. Harley wasn’t dumb enough to think a little thing like a collapsed ceiling was going to be enough to slow them down for long. Oh no. She had something much, much bigger in mind.

But before she could do that, she had to get her babies out of the place. And Ace if she had time. Then she could take care of them once and for all. Even if it was gonna cost her the castle.

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