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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 7, 2009 21:01:03 GMT -5
She already felt different. Harley walked down the streets, her hands pressed in the pockets of her jacket, the chilled winter air pinching at her face. Her blue eyes glanced to either side, watching the faces of the people she passed, amused at her own thoughts. She watched the men, busily walking passed, not even noticing her, and the women, chatting on phones with their earrings, big and looped, and she smiled. At any moment, any time she wanted, she could kill them. And what was better, she could get away with it. She could just imagine their flesh opening up with the touch of her knives, the ruby-colored liquid splattering against her skin. It was almost enough to make her act now. Oh, she would love to just play with them...
No.
No. No. No. She had a job to do, even if it was a mundane one. After all, Mistah Jay couldn't be seen in public, and they all had to eat, and someone had to do the shopping. Harley let out a little huff of boredom, as she entered the building, florescent lights burning her eyes.
After she had finished her shopping, she waited in the line, standing on her tiptoes then on the heel of her foot, repeating the action, sighing. She looked around the shop, fingering at the pistol in her jacket pocket, waiting for the right moment to act.
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 7, 2009 21:41:47 GMT -5
 TELL ME I'M AN ANGEL,
take this to my grave.
She sneered at a blond diva talking on her phone. Bitch. I'm not an alien. [/size] "Cosa stai guardando?"What are you looking at? The diva just looked at her like she was crazy. Fiamma sighed, and continued walking. As she went past though, she gave the blond a death glare, and let her hand drift casually down to the girls jacket. The smell of burning polyester soon filled the air, and the brunette couldn't hide the smirk on her olive colored face.
As Fiamma walked into the grocery store, she breathed deeply. Her nose had forgotten how bad burnt polyester smelled. The smells of veggies, and subs, ad soups filled her nose. She went about quickly getting everything she needed for the next month or so.
The brunette stopped at the checkout line, looking at a girl right in front of her. Platinum blond curls, bouncing around whenever her head moved. Fiamma couldn't get a good look at her face though. Hm... maybe I should say hi? Well, I suppose it's worth a try. "Salve?"Hi?
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 7, 2009 22:05:36 GMT -5
Harley bounced on her feet, her heart pounding, a lump in her throat, nearly choking her. The blond's hand shook as she held back her laughter. She twisted the hammer of her pistol back, eyes growing wide with the excitement of the moment. She could almost see the pretty patterns his blood would make against the windo-
"Salve?"
Oh, now what.Harley's shoulders twinged at the sound of the girl's voice, in a language she didn't understand. She turned, abruptly, her eyes narrowing, sizing up the girl.
"I beg your pardon?"
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 7, 2009 22:46:44 GMT -5
AND AS THE BLOOD RUNS DOWN THE WALLS,
you see me creepin' up these halls
Fiamma tried not to jump as the blonde turned around. She was a good six inches taller than Fiamma's height of 5'1. Blue eyes narrowed as the blonde sized her up. [/size]
"I beg your pardon?"
Fiamma's own green eyes narrowed, glaring back at Harley with amusement in her eyes. I do love a challenge. Her hand found it's way over to the metal part of the checkout aisle. The metal made a bubbling sound, and dripped down, sizzling, on the floor. Oops...
"It means 'Hi' in Italian. Sorry, I keep forgetting I'm not in Venice any more." She stuck out her hand, which she was trying (and failing) to cool down. It's not very nice to burn your new friends hand, is it?
"Fiamma."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 8, 2009 0:00:19 GMT -5
Harley's eyes went from the girl's face to her hand, melting the metal down into scrap and grinned. Friend or foe, this would be fun. It all just depended on the girl, what type of fun it would be.
"It means 'hi' in Italian. Sorry, I keep forgetting I'm not in Venice any more."
"Oh...well, hello, then..." She grinned, her breath quickening with the excitement of the moment, her own dainty hand slipping into the brunette's, twitching a bit at the heat, but not pulling away. "I'm Harley...Harley Quinn..."
She said it about louder than her normal octave, her accent thickening. Her name had been in all the papers, and it was one to be reckoned with, she was sure. She just liked the look on people's faces when they heard it.
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 8, 2009 16:16:26 GMT -5
I'D RATHER LIVE OUT ON THE STREET,
then in this haunted memory
"Oh...well, hello then..." A grin lit up the blond's face. Fiamma felt Harley's hand twitch as her own heated up a bit more. "I'm Harley... Harley Quinn..." Harley. Harley Quinn...where have I heard that? She's definitely from somewhere around Brooklyn. Thats where I drove through when I was leaving the airport... She looked around, and saw the newspaper.
A grin of her own moved to her face. On the front of the newspaper, there was a picture of a man, cut open like a fish, and a woman, with a deep gash in her head.A sledgehammer maybe? And the Joker's out? A evil smirk crossed on her face.
"This place is getting more interesting already. Harley, I think you are probably the most..creative woman I have ever met, and I desperately hope you and your Mister think of me as a friend, because if not, I'm screwed." Fiamma took a pen out of her pocket, holding it up for Harley to see. "If you two need anything burned or melted," she said, heating the pen up and dropping on the floor in a puddle of molten metal, "I'm the girl for you."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 9, 2009 17:26:54 GMT -5
On a night reconnaissance The girl's words put a smile on Harley's face. She was flattered; it was the first compliment she'd got on her real passion. Well, the first from a stranger...
She watched the man behind the counter bag her groceries, blue eyes and dark lashes following his every gesture, waiting for the opportune moment to make her move.
"Oh, honey, you haven't seen anything yet." She responded, with a devious glint in her eye, and in a matter of moments the pistol had produced it's self from her jacket pockets. The smile remained on her face as the gun sounded off, splaying the man's insides against the array of lotto tickets and cigarettes he had been standing in front of.
Silently, she rounded the desk, placing a roll of bills snug in the strap of her bra, tossing one to Fiamma as well.
"Fi, dear, do you think you could help me with my groceries?" The harlequin spoke calmly, a sweet smile on her face, her voice countering the noise of the panicking customers.
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 9, 2009 19:09:48 GMT -5
They're gonna clean up your looks
With all the lies in the books
To make a citizen out of you [/color] Harley smiled as Fiamma spoke. The brunette watched Harley's hand, moving back and forth inside her jacket.
"Oh, honey, you haven't seen anything yet." What is she going to d- Fiamma's line of thought vanished as soon as Harley pulled out the gun.
A bang rang through the grocery store, and people started screaming. The girl couldn't keep the evil little grin off her face, or the sprakle from her eyes. She looked at the pattern the blood of the checkout man had made over the lottery tickets and cigarettes. So pretty....
Fiamma caught the roll of money thrown her way, a nod of thanks coming from her. She grabbed some bags, stuffing her own groceries into it.
"Fi, dear, do you think you could help me with my groceries?" The brunette smiled, like how little kids smile when they're doing something important, and nodded again. "I'd be glad to Harles, I'd be glad to. But, let me do something first." She turned around, and held her hands up together. A ball of flame started to appear, getting bigger and bigger.
With a cry of pure joy, she threw the ball of fire into the isles, setting at least two on fire just on impact. Happy with her work, she turned, picked up her bags and most of Harley's, she turned back and smiled.
"Shall we be going then?"
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 10, 2009 22:31:25 GMT -5
funeral march At the sudden appearance of the flames, the harlequin's eyes widened to match her Cheshire cat grin. She let out a bit of her usual high pitched laughter at the look on their victim's faces.
"Of course, Fi." the words were riddled with a few remaining giggles as she spoke them.
With a stepford-esque air, Harley smoothed out her skirt, turning on her heels, groceries at hand. She shook her blood-splattered curls, whistling a little tune as she made her way towards the door. To the world around her, it was obvious that the crime she had just committed did not phase the blond one bit. In fact, she seemed rather cheery at the sight of the blood and the sound of the screams, as she swung the door open and waited for the younger girl to pass before making her exit.
The streets were crowded and in the midday hardly anyone noticed the blood on her skin as she packed the groceries in her car.
"So, Fi, where do you wanna go?"
Maybe this could turn into a fun day after all.
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 13, 2009 19:04:12 GMT -5
'Cause I love all the POISON Harley's high pitched giggles filled the air. Fiamma smiled as the harlequin smoothed out her skirt, looking like a perfect stepford wife. Harley held the door open for the brunette firebug,letting go once Fiamma was through.
They packed Harley's groceries into her car, and Fiamma went off for a second to pack her own groceries, then running back to Harley. She raked her hand through the cornrows on the right side of her head.
"So, Fi, where do you want to go?"
A grin crossed Fiamma's face, her eyes sparkling.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Nov 20, 2009 17:06:01 GMT -5
i wanna taste the breeze of every great city
"Well, alright then, I hope you like the ocean."
Harley smirked; it was exactly what she wanted to hear. With a quick motion, absent of any shyness or uncertainty the blond released the automobile from it's parked position and allowed it into the city's streets. Going well over the speed limit, the cherry colored vintage car zoomed in and out of traffic, driving on the sidewalk and any other place it could in order to get as far away from the crime scene as possible, managing to get away with only minor damages.
The normal hour and a half it took to get across town had been reduced to a measly fifteen minutes, with Harley singing along to the club music on the radio, paying little attention to the road as she directed the car towards the beach that was one of her favorite places.
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Post by Fiamma Della Morte on Nov 21, 2009 20:19:08 GMT -5
I want your horror
I want your design "Well, alright then, I hope you like the ocean"
A sly smile crossed Fiamma's face. She had actually never been to the beach before. She hopped over the door of Harleys vintage car into the front seat, next to Harley. She didn't bother putting on a seat-belt. Fiamma wasn't even sure if the old car had one.
She was unusually silent as the red car raced through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic, onto the sidewalks, and terrorizing just about everyone. The brunette stuck out her hand, melting a mailbox as they passed by. Her laughter filled the air as the raced past civilians.
Harley steered the car towards the beach, cutting down the time to get across the city. Fiamma could already smell the sea air, laced with salt. Her eyes widened a bit as she heard police cars, heading towards whatever was left of the grocery store. A wicked grin slid onto her face. |
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Post by Harley Quinn on Dec 10, 2009 22:01:42 GMT -5
when the obsession with death;
becomes a way of life. -------
The moment Harley found herself inhaling the salty ocean air after escaping from the confines of both the car and the city, the cool wind pinching at the bruises beneath her makeup, she instantly remembered the life she lead before all this for the first time since she had escaped that as well. How much she had loved the ocean, the feeling of being weightless, floating on top of the waves. It was a simple pleasure, to be sure, something one would usually overlook but now that Harley was no longer Harleen the smaller aspects of her life seemed magnified.
Even in the winter breeze Harley threw her shoes to the side, skin meeting cold air. She curled her toes in the sand as she walked, nearly skipping as she jumped, with reckless abandon into the ocean, laughing as she did so, teeth chattering, bones aching forgetting that she was not alone. But it still made her feel alive
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