Harley Quinn (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} i_lovemrj) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} we_coexist,@ 2008-09-05 22:26:00 |
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This place was weird. There was no better word for it, and Harley had come up with a few. Several creative euphemisms later, she returned to the fact that this place was weird. She still wasn’t exactly certain where she was at, so she was going to go with what Doc H had told her. It was the City.
Well, the City was weird. Not just because it was unfamiliar and she had no idea how she got here, though that had a lot to do with it, but also because every time she thought she had a bead on something, it changed. Take her current project, for example. It shouldn’t be as hard as it was, but the whole place seemed to be out to thwart her.
She just wanted some new furniture for the lair. She was there, all by herself, so she should get to decorate it any way she wanted. Which, to Harley’s way of thinking, meant a lot more red and a lot more pillows. Pillows were fun. They were fluffy, they had a thousand uses ranging from sitting to pillow fighting, plus they were pretty. And that warehouse was really kinda empty. Besides, she figured it’d be a fun challenge to swipe some of the big stuff by herself. Anybody could lift a little bitty necklace. It took creativity to steal a couch.
So she’d scoped out a couple of furniture places, real high end, lots of pillows. Harley had even been inside one of them, not only casing the place, but setting it up for a hit later by making sure the alarm wouldn’t go off when she used the rear door. Except, when she went back, the whole place was gone! There’d been a couple minutes where she wondered if she’d gotten the right place, but she double checked. The whole store was just missing. That had just been the latest in the City’s attempts to thwart her.
THWART!
Well, Harleen Quinzel wasn’t no quitter. The City wanted to throw her a challenge? Fine. She’d take it. And she’d get her fancy couch too! She just had to find another home furnishings place that had such a pitiful security system. Couldn’t be that hard. So that was her plan for the day.
She was shopping. Harley-style. That usually included roller-skates and hyenas, but lacking the babies to pull her along, she went with just the skates. It got people out of her way faster anyway. Now to find a couch. And some pillows. Definitely needed pillows.