Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 22:56:47 GMT -4
New York was a big and beautiful city full of wonders and joy. The people were bustling as they hurried across the street, weaving in between and around the hard bodied vehicles and lining the sidewalks. There were so many beautiful stores and signs as the neon lights illuminated times square. It had been the most beautiful. This wasn't Harleen's first time to New York, but she favored the neon lights most of all because try just radiated beauty for all to see. That was just part of the nightlife there were clubs and all sorts of fun bars. Then was the other side of things, the beautiful side of the city, the central park lights just like a burning heart of a pair of star crossed lovers.
Harleen didn't usually do either of those things when she came to New York. Even though she was with her beloved, she didn't do the stuff normal couples did. While "normal" couples would go out for dinner and a movie, she was out starting prison riots and planning breakouts. Other couples took romantic walks through city parks or along beach shores. But Harleen was massacring people and robbing banks. So it was fair to say that her love life wasn't the norm. It was actually quite peculiar. She was driven to insanity for her man and even killed people just to be with him. There wasn't a single thing she wouldn't do to keep him satisfied and pleased with her.
Well she had killed people before, but… well actually there wasn't any but, she killed her boyfriend Guy before she met the Joker. It wasn't anything personal, just sort of a sociology experiment gone wrong. Her whole thesis was being proved by her and her boyfriend, Guy. Harleen's entire theory was that if you killed someone, your lover would kill too in order to stay with you. It was in a way, rationalization for crime. So Harleen told Guy she committed crimes of murder and theft, but she didn't really. So what did Guy do? He ran off and killed some hobo. Then begged Harleen to end his life.
The blonde skipped down the street, her medium hair, curled to beauty and bouncing with each bound she took on the concrete pavement. Her blue eyes were masked from the blaring sunlight as her tinted black sunglasses spread across her beautiful face and smooth skin. The heat of the sun was sort of killing her as she was covered in a trench coat. The gray coat extended past her knees, reaching mid shin where the black and red boots traveled up her shin and calf before disappearing into the shadowy downcast of the coat. The coat was heavier then it seemed, hidden with pockets all sewed into the interior of the grey coat.
Turning the corner, Harleen bumped into a passer by, not paying any mind to him, she kept on her way and ignored his cry of offense at the lack of apology. He seemed to give a stink eye, anger towards her definitely radiated off him like a sickly stench of smoke and strip clubs, but the blonde still carried on her merry way. Coming to a halt, she pivoted to the side and gazed at the large building that read bank on it. A large smile spread across the girl's face, revealing beautiful white teeth. She obviously cared a great deal about her dental work. Pushing off the ground, she weaved her way through the oncoming traffic that seemed to constantly be in motion in this city. Her slender figure pushed through the revolving doors to the bank and entered the sleek silver lined bank which seemed almost immune to any sort of sickly germs that plague the human kind.
Just as she entered the bank, her petit hand reached beneath her trench coat and produced a large blade. In a swift motion, she placed the blade against the guards throat who stood to the left and dragged it across his flesh, producing a red substance running down his neck and began pooling in the creases of his collar bones. He didn't even have time to react. He simply bled to death as his form fell, slowly becoming an empty shell, dead on the ground. A single woman standing in line for the teller cocked her head to the side and notice the dead body, she gave abut a slight scream but not before the blonde could produce a pistol from her trench coat with her free hand. It only took an instant for her to pull the trigger, sending the small shrapnel of metal speeding towards her. The bullet penetrated the woman's body as she fell lifelessly to the floor. Keeping up the speed, she fired off three more shots to the camera's that lined the bank. The loud explosion of the bullet speeding across the steel lined barrel also provided a secondary purpose, attention.
The rest of the bank screamed and stirred with worry. They quivered with fear and gathered in packs as they sought some kind of comfort in one another's warm embrace. They cowered in the corner, dropped to the ground in a sort of childish state leaving Harleen to stand above the rest. Another smile spread across her face as she spoke put to the frightened crowd. "Heya everybody, listen up to old Harley Quinn! This is a robbery yada yada yada, all that fun stuff, so pretty much sit down, shut the hell up and if anybody even so much as tries to play hero?! Then they're gonna be getting a bullet in the brain you got me?!" As she spoke all of her actions were over exaggerated but still threatening even though this girl had the charm of a five year old throwing a temper tantrum. A silence plagued the bank aside from a few sobs of regret of trying to do their banking. "Thank you." Her tone changed with a sweet child like chirp to her.
Skipping up to the windows, Harleen removed a small explosive and placed it by the window. Pressing the button, she looked to the girl on the other side and gave her a small hint. "You might wanna get away from the window there hon." Then her slender figure pressed against the wall while the glass shattered and Harleen flippe over the counter and aimed a gun at the rest of the tellers. She waved her gun to the other side of the bank, an indication to get to the other side. Without any sort of resistance, they all crawled to the other side of the counter and joined the rest of the hostages. She smiled once again as she began filing through the papers trying to find some sort of key or code to the vault.
Harleen didn't usually do either of those things when she came to New York. Even though she was with her beloved, she didn't do the stuff normal couples did. While "normal" couples would go out for dinner and a movie, she was out starting prison riots and planning breakouts. Other couples took romantic walks through city parks or along beach shores. But Harleen was massacring people and robbing banks. So it was fair to say that her love life wasn't the norm. It was actually quite peculiar. She was driven to insanity for her man and even killed people just to be with him. There wasn't a single thing she wouldn't do to keep him satisfied and pleased with her.
Well she had killed people before, but… well actually there wasn't any but, she killed her boyfriend Guy before she met the Joker. It wasn't anything personal, just sort of a sociology experiment gone wrong. Her whole thesis was being proved by her and her boyfriend, Guy. Harleen's entire theory was that if you killed someone, your lover would kill too in order to stay with you. It was in a way, rationalization for crime. So Harleen told Guy she committed crimes of murder and theft, but she didn't really. So what did Guy do? He ran off and killed some hobo. Then begged Harleen to end his life.
The blonde skipped down the street, her medium hair, curled to beauty and bouncing with each bound she took on the concrete pavement. Her blue eyes were masked from the blaring sunlight as her tinted black sunglasses spread across her beautiful face and smooth skin. The heat of the sun was sort of killing her as she was covered in a trench coat. The gray coat extended past her knees, reaching mid shin where the black and red boots traveled up her shin and calf before disappearing into the shadowy downcast of the coat. The coat was heavier then it seemed, hidden with pockets all sewed into the interior of the grey coat.
Turning the corner, Harleen bumped into a passer by, not paying any mind to him, she kept on her way and ignored his cry of offense at the lack of apology. He seemed to give a stink eye, anger towards her definitely radiated off him like a sickly stench of smoke and strip clubs, but the blonde still carried on her merry way. Coming to a halt, she pivoted to the side and gazed at the large building that read bank on it. A large smile spread across the girl's face, revealing beautiful white teeth. She obviously cared a great deal about her dental work. Pushing off the ground, she weaved her way through the oncoming traffic that seemed to constantly be in motion in this city. Her slender figure pushed through the revolving doors to the bank and entered the sleek silver lined bank which seemed almost immune to any sort of sickly germs that plague the human kind.
Just as she entered the bank, her petit hand reached beneath her trench coat and produced a large blade. In a swift motion, she placed the blade against the guards throat who stood to the left and dragged it across his flesh, producing a red substance running down his neck and began pooling in the creases of his collar bones. He didn't even have time to react. He simply bled to death as his form fell, slowly becoming an empty shell, dead on the ground. A single woman standing in line for the teller cocked her head to the side and notice the dead body, she gave abut a slight scream but not before the blonde could produce a pistol from her trench coat with her free hand. It only took an instant for her to pull the trigger, sending the small shrapnel of metal speeding towards her. The bullet penetrated the woman's body as she fell lifelessly to the floor. Keeping up the speed, she fired off three more shots to the camera's that lined the bank. The loud explosion of the bullet speeding across the steel lined barrel also provided a secondary purpose, attention.
The rest of the bank screamed and stirred with worry. They quivered with fear and gathered in packs as they sought some kind of comfort in one another's warm embrace. They cowered in the corner, dropped to the ground in a sort of childish state leaving Harleen to stand above the rest. Another smile spread across her face as she spoke put to the frightened crowd. "Heya everybody, listen up to old Harley Quinn! This is a robbery yada yada yada, all that fun stuff, so pretty much sit down, shut the hell up and if anybody even so much as tries to play hero?! Then they're gonna be getting a bullet in the brain you got me?!" As she spoke all of her actions were over exaggerated but still threatening even though this girl had the charm of a five year old throwing a temper tantrum. A silence plagued the bank aside from a few sobs of regret of trying to do their banking. "Thank you." Her tone changed with a sweet child like chirp to her.
Skipping up to the windows, Harleen removed a small explosive and placed it by the window. Pressing the button, she looked to the girl on the other side and gave her a small hint. "You might wanna get away from the window there hon." Then her slender figure pressed against the wall while the glass shattered and Harleen flippe over the counter and aimed a gun at the rest of the tellers. She waved her gun to the other side of the bank, an indication to get to the other side. Without any sort of resistance, they all crawled to the other side of the counter and joined the rest of the hostages. She smiled once again as she began filing through the papers trying to find some sort of key or code to the vault.