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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Apr 11, 2013 14:12:25 GMT -5
As a general rule, Ivy didn't believe in fate. She generally liked to believe that she was the one in control of her own path in life, and that it hadn't already been determined for her. She was living proof that something natural could be so easily warped, wasn't it possible that she yielded that same power over her path in life? Yet, she couldn't decide if this chance meeting was merely a case of ‘right place, right time’ or if it was in fact… fate.
A grey, dreary, miserable day in Gotham did nothing for her spirits. The rain tumbled down making the grey environment glisten, but this was Gotham, it could rain for a hundred years here, and the filth still wouldn't have washed away. Whilst Pamela wouldn't object to sitting in the rain, she knew that others around her might see this crazy woman soaked to the skin, and phone the authorities. She knew where that path would lead to, so she wasn't about to risk it. Instead she found herself in a small café that overlooked the park. It was as near as dammit to being outside, and at least this way she could admire the small amount of open greenery that Gotham did offer. The evening drew in as she nursed her solitary glass of red, she gazed out into the green, her eyes slightly unfocused as she was lost in her own thoughts. Her day dream was interrupted when someone in the café dropped something china and it smashed to the floor. She scowled in the idiots general direction, but as she turned her head, her eyes came to rest on a far more welcome sight. A familiar figure who she hadn't seen for the longest time. She blinked once, twice, to make sure she wasn't losing her senses and seeing things. She stood, and made her way towards the figure, a little nervous, she didn't know if she was alone or not…. Nevertheless she had to see.
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Apr 19, 2013 14:37:09 GMT -5
When it rains, it pours in Gotham. One could possibly mistake this eastern state with that of Seattle given the gray and wet it seemed to be in a constant state of. Perhaps it was why Gotham hosted so many dark souls and their dark passenger. People gave into the crazy that the city emitted at every turn. The Narrows was where the true fun laid, Amusement Mile was her neck of the woods. But every so often Harley did enjoy getting out and seeing the softer side of Gotham. Despite it being pretty shitty, the city could be quite beautiful.
She went out dressed normally with colors of red and black. Her hair was up in pigtails, Harley had allowed it to grow out quite long and she hadn't given it a thought to a cut. She wasn't in the mind of being too concerned with her appearance, much like her better half. But when she did decide to take pride in how she looked, Harley was a beautiful yet insane woman. She didn't carry an umbrella, she had become accustomed to being rained on. The Joker didn't care what the weather was like when it came time to put things in motion.
The smell of the rain tickled her senses as the smell of blooming flowers was in the air. Spring was right around the corner, and when it gets warmer was when it seemed Gotham experienced more chaotic activity. Everything cause the clown to think back on her green friend, Mother Nature, Poison Ivy. She had to be around here somewhere. Quinn visited the hideout Ivy was usually seen within, she visited the parks. No luck so far. Harley skipped along the cobblestone of the last park in Gotham, one a bit smaller than the rest but held beautiful flowers and a stream that ran along the heart of the green.
Harley performed a set of cartwheels, smiling as she went. This was her playground, it was her circus that Gotham. She stopped and looked around the vacant area, the rain kept people inside but the geese were enjoying day. Harley's bright blue eyes looked at the shops, dimly lit with few people inside. She kept looking until she stopped abruptly and turned her head back to the little cafe. That red hair didn't belong to just anyone. She knew te shade like it was her own. Harley began to jump up and down, her right hand waved in the air before she took off with a run and stopped not too far from her best friend.
"There ya are, Red! Would ya believe I looked alllllll over Gotham to find you! What are you doing here?" She asked with her head chanting to the left.
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Post by Pamela "Poison Ivy" Isley on Apr 21, 2013 16:42:04 GMT -5
She couldn't believe her eyes. There she was, only a few feet from her, a vision of black and red... If she still had a littlemore about her, she might have even shed a tear of joy. If she were as nuts as her clown-esque friend she would have waved back in the same crazed kind of way, but she had far too much decorum for that. She was totally speechless, and a little at a loss for what to do. She stood perfectly still for a moment before gesturing for a hug. That was bold for Pamela. She didn't really hug anyone. Except her plants... that was different.
'Oh nothing much of a muchness.' She sighed and was about to launch into why she had been considering drowning her sorrows when she stopped short, before looking around. 'What about you?... Is he here?' She tried to keep her voice steady, but she was actually scared of the Joker. He was so unpredictable, so violent, not to mention that she hated the way he manipulated Harley to do at least some of his dirty work.
Any moment now, something would explode, chaos would ensue, and he would be bringing up the rear. If Harley was here, chances were he couldn't be too far behind. She had almost forgotten all about him for a moment. If only she could forget about him on a more permanent basis.
As much as she had that soft spot for Harley, if there was a chance that she could get caught up in the Joker's crossfire, she would be gone like a shot.
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'' i want a lawya! i want a docta! i want a cheese sandwich!
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Post by Harleen 'Harley Quinn' Quinzel on Jun 13, 2013 1:50:33 GMT -5
Her eyes remained as wide and innocent as they possibly could considering the owner. Harley wasn't sweet and pure, not at all. But she held that look about her. The appearance that she was a bright eyed blonde woman who use to be capable of great things. But she instead went the route of mad love and ended up helping The Joker break out of Arkham. And thus her life of crime began. With her head tilted to the right still, her lips pressed in on themselves as she looked the red head over. When was the last time she had actually seen her best friend? She had been oh so very tied up in The Joker and the business there. Though she had been going out on her own lately, blowing off steam that was caused by the clown in purple. It was long over due that Harley should meet up with Mother Nature and it worked out perfectly that she found the red head in the café. A café that looked like it needed a make over in the form of dynamite. Just because. Her eyes traveled down to Pamela's arms as they moved slightly. She knew that movement because it was something she tried to do to Joker every single fucking day. Her smile widened as she threw her arms around Pamela and hugged her tightly.
She released her friend after a short time and once again her blue eyes were as wide as ever. Her lips tugged down for a moment when she asked the question. Was who... Oh! Harley shook her head quickly with her brows furrowed behind her mask. She knew how much Ivy loathed the Joker. Harley knew how much Joker enjoyed taunting Pamela through her plants, through Harley herself. Though of course the blonde took that as the mad clown caring about her. But Harley would be damned if she would ever let him hurt Poison Ivy. She could easily kick his ass back into Arkham if need be. Using her to get at his enemies even if it meant hugs and sweet words. Harleen's mind was quite damaged and very dependent on her Puddin. Though it was obvious to so many people, Harley refused to acknowledge Joker using her to intentionally hurt her only friend.
"Mistah J? Nahhh, he's somewhere. Prolly doesn't even notice I'm gone Red!" She said with her tone being uncaring at first then it morphed into despair. It was that crystal. She knew it.
She turned and began to walk away from the café, her happiness zapped just like that. Even though she endured so much abuse and even though Harley and Joker were the ultimate couple, she knew when things weren't right. He doesn't even torture her the way he use to! She hadn't received a new set of scars in quite a while which was odd. Normally Joker would blow off steam in some violent way against his blonde and with her demented sense of pleasure and need for attention she enjoyed it. The fun had stopped which meant Harley was quite a sad girl. She hardly laughed anymore.
"Ever since that damn crystal fell into his lap at Arkham, he just hasn't been the same. He's always hunched over it, talking and laughing at it." She said with her shoulders slumped. She looked to her best friend. "Whatta say we grab some grub and split this joint. How longs it been since we had a girls night?"
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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