[hr][hr][h1][color=#a64dff][center]Folly Quinzel[/center][/color][/h1][center][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/f2bff614af59d8835cf07f4b15dba79c/tumblr_mx3m5016TU1scb6izo4_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Arkham Asylum 
Day of the Week: Wednesday[/center][hr][hr][color=pink]"Awww, puddin'! I think that hanging' and all was real genius of you,"[/color] Harley gushed, hardly able to stop herself. Her blonde pigtails bounced as she squealed, praising her on-and-off again boyfriend, the Clown Prince of Crime. At the bat refusing to visit him, Harley sniffled a bit, but the straightjacket prevented her from wiping away her tears. [color=pink]"Batsy's no fun anymore...But ya don't need 'im, Mistah J!"[/color] Harley promised, toppling off of her chair in enthusiasm. The weary psychologist picked her up and righted her, before turning to look at Folly rather pointedly. 

"Folleen, what about you?" the psychiatrist asked gently, only to receive a death glare from the quiet girl. "Folly, sorry. I always assume you follow the same naming pattern as your mother--"

[color=a64dff]"--Then maybe you should try reading a file,"[/color] Folly said bitterly, staring directly at the psychiatrist. [color=a64dff]"If you did, then you'd know there's no reason for the Joker to be here. He isn't my father. He's the maniac who tried to [i]kill[/i] me, or did you not read the file at all?"[/color] But just as always, the psychiatrist didn't even bother to respond, instead waiting for Folly to give her highs and lows of the week. The girl's lip curled slightly in distaste, eerily similar to the way the Joker's did.

[color=a64dff]"My high was every day I didn't have to sit in the same room as the clown moron,"[/color] Folly sniffed. [color=a64dff]"And my low is sitting here with his smug face staring at me."[/color]

[color=limegreen]"Same for me,"[/color] Ivy chimed in, crossing her legs. [color=limegreen]"Any day away from Jack is a blessing. He killed my darling Petunia last week."[/color] She was, of course, referring to a cactus they had allowed her to keep in her cell. The guards had been a bit relieved when it died, though Ivy could only blame the Joker for its death.