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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 29, 2008 19:40:47 GMT -5
"Just- just stop it, please."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 29, 2008 19:44:49 GMT -5
"Might want to explain what's wrong in order for me to stop."
He raised a brow.
"Yes?"
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 29, 2008 20:22:16 GMT -5
"My life is in perfect order, thank you." she snapped. "I don't need you going all 'do the lambs still scream at night, Clarice?' on me-"
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Post by The Joker on Jul 29, 2008 20:34:59 GMT -5
((LMAO.))
"There, there. No need for such... commotion," he cut in, grinning. "Then, you're grieving for my shambled childhood? How very compassionate of you, Harley.
"I assure you though, I don't need it."
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Post by Magenta II on Jul 29, 2008 20:44:02 GMT -5
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Zero
- Ingenious Pilot -
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Post by Zero on Jul 29, 2008 20:50:28 GMT -5
((*snorts*))
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 18:06:37 GMT -5
"Maybe I am crying for you," she said softly.
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Post by The Joker on Jul 30, 2008 18:50:44 GMT -5
The Joker instantly fell silent. When he had sufficiently recovered his voice, he asked why in the world anyone would do that.
"I mean, look at me!" he exclaimed, gazing down at his clothes and fingering his scars. "There's nothing to cry for. It'd only be a lost cause."
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 30, 2008 20:27:18 GMT -5
"But I care about you..."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 30, 2008 21:51:28 GMT -5
"Why?" was all he asked.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 0:58:46 GMT -5
"Come here..."
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Post by The Joker on Jul 31, 2008 21:27:04 GMT -5
One of the Joker's gloved hands, resting on his thigh, twitched slightly.
What was with this woman? First the unreserved pity, now this bizarre mourning. And she'd dared to lay a hand upon his face! Over his scars! But he decided that he was a good sport and would humor Harley by continuing with this intricate game of hers... at least, until the entertainment wore off. He huffed as he got to his feet and sauntered over.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Jul 31, 2008 22:54:16 GMT -5
She reached through the bars of the cell, closed her hands on the lapels of his dingy purple coat, pulled him forward gently but insistently, and kissed him through the bars.
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Post by The Joker on Aug 1, 2008 17:49:47 GMT -5
((GUH.))
The Joker stiffened and pulled away, his face a caricature of overwhelming shock. The idea of a woman's lips upon his was not entirely foreign, but it was foreign enough. Still... he couldn't help but relish the fact that it was almost as if she wanted him. As if she needed him. And that was a sentiment he would not surrender easily.
His hands slipped through the bars and enclosed aggressively around Harleen's waist, pressing her body to his. His scarlet lips pressed with undue force against hers.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Aug 1, 2008 17:55:58 GMT -5
((O I KNOES))
Her hands kneaded through his hair, and she braced herself by putting one foot on the bottom crossbar.
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