Blissy

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

Harley's frivolous strut down the alleyway and towards the street, seemed to be fueled by her own desperate intention, to get a rise out of Nightwing. So far these two had stated the so called terms of their agreement to work together, all in the form of unspoken promises. Harley knew Nightwing wasn't going to let her handle the situation in the way she might prefer and that served to be her motivation for really trying to vex him back and drag him down to her level of lacking competency. That really was what this was all about, expressing her ego by this point into their little act of catching up. He may have been better, but it wasn't like she could make him worse right? Or something like that anyway..

Despite leaving the former vantage of the dusty old barred windows that kept her image distorted from Nightwing inside, Harley actually stopped by the edge of the alleyway where the narrow path met the side walk and waited for him. Was there even a point in running away? He'd find her anyway, especially if she tried to dip out on their deal.. He knew, she knew, where Bat-brain might be.. Only now standing at the corner did Harley really started to review the situation. She probably said more then she should have, but what else was new? She'd find a way to improvise, even if that meant leaving Nightwing behind? You wouldn't actually- Or would I? Ohoho! You forget who's he is? Made me miserable enough times..- But that's not you any more..

No matter how Harley tried to ignore that little positive voice in her head, it just made her feel less in line with just about anything she thought she had a grip on and push further away from feeling vindicated with who she had become. Her grip on the bat tightened, her lips tensing in annoyed aggravation. Nightwing didn't even yell back, give her a reaction, he just let her walk off and sulk in the lazy attempt to get a rise out of him. It was at that time that Harley started to remember why it was that she had such a problem with Batman and his side-kicks in the first place, they didn't joke around, they didn't see eye to eye with her and for all the obvious reasons, because apparently she was part of the problem. I hate him so-! The impulsive imploding thought of her own depressive out lashing in her own spiteful thoughts, broke at the whim of Nightwing's steps sounding out behind her and the question he spoke with his forthcoming presence.

"So, Doctor Quinzel, do you have a reliable means of transportation? Or are you going to hitchhike to our destination?"

At first she felt confused, razed by the usage of her real and former name in the simple terms of asking her a very sensible question. Harley blinked twice in confusion, her lips parting to try and say something witty, as her brows lifted in unsuspecting response. Then came the collapse back into haughty agitation. Dick hit a personal note with his little reference to referring to a certain person she argued with everyday since Joker left her for dead and alone in the world. It was like pointing a finger at her, calling her out for something he knew she wouldn't like. It made her feel terribly guilty, especially when she knew she had slowly been breaking away from Joker and into someone she hardly recognized any more. “Listen Bird-brain.. Stop trying to be clever for a least one second and cut me some slack okay?” She responded, with a noted addition of arrogance wrapped up in the bundle of her own agitated vocal reply. That's when she realized she was already starting to lose the ego battle that she formerly promised herself she'd win, at all costs. Dick was playing with high stakes and he seemed to show no pity about doing it.

The former address of her narrow glance back to Nightwing slipped away, as she'd take several steps to the edge of the alleyway and peak left and then right down the street. Apparently Bird-brain thought he was clever huh? Well how about this.. Realistically she had just scrambled to come up with a clever way to try and poke holes in Dick's temper.

That former look of defeated edginess slipped away, only to be replaced by a smug smirk of her own. “No, I didn't come with a ride, been sticking to the side streets, working my way around Gotham slowly.. but I appreciate your lame attempt at tryin to get me going off something so silly as not having a car.. Oh Night-brain, you really have no idea how us, misunderstand individuals of Gotham realli work.” She paused in her little clever speech, before twirling the bat in her hand and resting it against the size of her shoulders in a horizontal lull. “That's why I was gonna steal one.. Tell me Night-brain, you's ever wired a car, or you got something else in mind.. Wait, dun tell me.. B-man doesn't let you get the cool toys, instead he gives you handy me downs..” A light giggling mused at her lips. Harley actually thought she was getting somewhere when it came to phasing Dick's own ego. “It's okay though, being second best ain't that bad.. Just look at me right? Or maybe with you's its third or fourth best.. I really dunno, B-man always shuffles through side-kicks so quickly.. Anyway.. I think ima go take that red fancy lookin one of there..” She finished, as her hand rose up and pointed down the street to a car that was barely red and looked anything but fancy.

“Whatta say Bird-brain? You wanna suck up to me and ride shotgun or are you gonna keep being a prick and im gonna have to make ya's ride in the back? Maybe they even got a toddler seat in there for ya.. Ou now that's cute..” Harley couldn't refrain from trying, continuously wanting to see Dick lose his cool, even throwing in an adoring giggle at the end of her sentence. Come on.. pout, flounder, smile?! She needed a damn reaction and it needed to be better then Nightwing's usual sneering. Sure setting him off might have been a bit of set back, but he's the one that started it and Harley Quinn wasn't about to back down when it came to vexing the boy wonder, or whoever he was now. She didn't really keep up to date with these things. Plus, it wasn't like he could find Joker without her. Then again, he probably could, but she could make it so much easier.

Harley's feet motioned forward slowly, as she felt enticed to see how Dick would react, her expression exploding into exhilarating mischief. That was the face of trouble, or the façade of it anyway. She wasn't really going to steal the car. Like she were that stupid, but seeing his reaction would be priceless if this went her way.

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

Judging by how much she said, Harley felt curious in knowing whether or not it had all registered with Nightwing. Half the things she said didn't register with her only a short few seconds after she said them, hence why she spent more time talking in circles and trying to redefine the important things to whoever it was that was listening. Nightbrain was listening right? He BETTA have been LISTENTING! -You really need to calm down, I think Nightwing is trying to help you.. There it was again! That god awful morale side of her conscience trying to talk her down into some cheap level of rationality.

“Go away okay..” Harley would mouth off to, well no one, hardly even realizing she said it. Despite any of that, Dick would have probably heard it. This whole talking to herself thing was getting worse everyday, even if knowing just hearing the voice of her old self seemed to calm her down a great deal. Without Joker, she'd need someone or else something very bad might happen to her.

Harley only realized she said what she had, at the expel of the odd words spoken to no one particular individual standing among them. Whether Nightwing was following her to the door or not yet, wasn't so important. She turned on her heels, puffed a light scowl of near childish disapproval, before letting the former sourness on her face extinguish into the light smirk that she'd wear standing within the doorway. It was only at that time that she'd feel the need to response to anything Dick had said.

"She's doing well Harley, just playing a different role than before. I'll be sure to tell her you asked after her." Dick's words were likely barely registered by the lady mid rant. She had already launched into a new, even less helpful subject.

“Well ain't that good to kno.. She's still hanging out with you losa's though, so I can't imagine it's all that great.” She said, speaking ignorantly about the terms of a certain Barbara Gordon, who she of course, did not personal know. Leave it to Harley Quinn to always state her mind, as if she could help it even when it might have better for her to shut up. Of course Harley's mediocre gravelling of trying to figure out what was safe to discuss with Nightwing and what was not, wasn't nearly as profound in her hopes of striking the right note. Oh no, becoming friends with one of the Bats friends, that may very well take a life time for this particular woman.

Harley only went back to that adorable pouting of intolerance at the shame of knowing she wouldn't be getting her gun back. She even gestured in devastated protest from where she waited at the door, at the sight of seeing Nightwing's foot ram into the gun once again.

"You know, I think I'm going to have to say no on that one. Take it as a sign of my masculine insecurity if you want but I'm not letting you wander around behind me with this cannon, rubber bullets or no." It was classic Dick to wrap something people didn't want to hear in with a self-deprecating joke.

Nightwing was doing an absolutely spontaneous job at reminding Harley Quinn, what it was that made him so damn annoying, never sort of his evocative humour.“Wha! HEY! Stop smashing my toys NIGHT-BRAIN.. ARGH.. What's a matta with you?! Didn't BATFREAK teach you any manners?!” She asked aloud, mostly because she saw the action of the stomp deny her any further hope of potentially getting the gun back in a decide and fair working order. A light huff relinquished from her lips, before she'd try to force herself to recall what the unspoken rules of their engagement were. Hand coming to her hip, head tilting to the side, Harley projected a look of displeasure, lacking in showing just how impressed she were with Nightwing's stern show of denying her the ability to punch holes in the many problems she had yet to encounter.

"I prefer Nightwing but I guess Bird-brain's fine, makes me think of Eddie. And we start with you telling me where there's another group of Joker's goons that we can beat for information as these ones" he pointed at the occupants of the building "are pretty much spent."

“FINE! Have it your way then Bird-brain.. I'll tell ya's where Jokers next secret hide out is, but first I needs some fresh air.. Being cramped up in a room with these dense idiots and you's is really putting a stress load on me.. and if there's one thing I dun like, it's being stressed out.. especially when im working with the enemy..” Or so she'd say, before moving from the door with a pout of a 'hmph!' and into the narrow alleyway outside. The funny thing was that she continued bantering to herself outside, even when she walked further and further away down the alleyway. It almost sounded like she was teasing him, mocking Dick with nothing short of her own prodigious ego.

“I know's somethin you dun know! You dun kno, you dun kno, I kno's something ya dunno.. and I ain't gonna tell ya's what it is! He he he! Come on Bird-brain, or would ya ratha stay here and perch out with the rest of the sleepin little chicklets.. Ha, ha! That was a good one!” Her terrible jokes saw her walk further and further away from the scene, as she'd hope Nightwing would come running after her at the idea of fraternizing him in the way a child might fraternize an adult, when things were clearly not going their way. There was no doubt that Nightwing was the designated adult here for the evening, or however long it would take for them to solve their common affair.

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

Nightwing was probably the last person Harley Quinn ever expected to be coming clean with, not like she had many other people willing and waiting to hear any of what she had said. Running into him how she did and when she did was unexpected, but not quite as unexpected as him, or one of his allies popping up to ruin some kind of mediocre plan she were trying to commit too. However, having her crusade for revenge crashed sooner then later, was just bound to happen eventually. Better now then later of course, for her sake mostly.

What else could she really do besides try to comply with Nightwing's suggestions? It was either that, or get involved into another storm of a mess and more then likely wind up in the back of an armoured GCPD van and go three steps back from where she wanted to be in Gotham City. Dissolving into the depth of her thoughts, Harley began to consider the circumstances of spilling her rough plan in trying to get a cheap pity leech out of the caped crusaders former side kick. Was that what this was? A pity grab? From Nightwing? Ewwww! The thought of it brought a certain sour flavouring to her lips, causing her to stick out her tongue in all immature and sickened display. To Nightwing, she probably just looked like she were being her usual old crazy self, courtesy of Joker's hand in making her the wild ball of energy she were now.

Mostly unarmed, other then baring the red and black steel bat she still possessed in hand, Quinn knew fighting wasn't really her best option. Out played, out thought and so many more things that would easily work against her favor, Harley had try to come to some sort of alternative, even if part of her straight wanted to turn her head on the offer presented to her. Thinking about anything positive that related to The Bat, or any of his friends, only made her feel dizzy in the head. You the know, the kind of dizzy you got when you felt sick, or nausea at the thought letting a do-gooder try to heckle you into being some sort of anti-hero. Harley Quinn.. anti-hero-? That actually sounds like a good place to- SHHHH! I didn't ask you docta lady! It wasn't like there were many good things she could trace when it came to trying to give any of Gotham's dark knights their silver lining, or uncredited benefits when it came to her even attempting to fancy just about anything they did. These were the people that hurt Joker.. The people that used to make her want to-! You're not that person anymore.. Oh bother.. Harley concluded that this was just a really big personal matter about holding down a really big and particularly outdated grudge. In a fantasy world, she would have told Nightwing to take a hike, before she'd threaten to blow his head clean off. Unfortunately living in a fantasy world seemed to be anything that Harley Quinn had felt much interest in as of lately, since the former source of that fantasy living was now the only thing in the world she wanted to snuff out more then just about any Bat, or bird dressed weirdo that came crashing into her business. And such personal business it was..

"Listen Harley, no one is as glad as me to hear you're keen to stick it to the man with the green hair, really. And while I'm glad to hear you want to go and ram one of his jokes down his throat, you've clearly got no more of an idea where he is than I do. Now we could do the whole thing where we fight and you end up in a GCPD van heading to Arkham... or you can help me find the Joker and I'll help you force feed him his own funnies."

Nightwing extended a hand and gave his best winning smile. To be extremely modest, it was pretty damn winning. "I know it's a lot to think about but this is limited time offer, I'm in something of a rush. So what do you say, want to be signed in a vigilante deputy for the night?"

Nightwing proposed some sort of truce, as temporary as it were, it actually made Harley contemplate the possibility of it. This had nothing to do with feeling bad about causing him, or any of the other rogues associated with him trouble over the years. This was simply about taking advantage of an opportunity that were being presented to her at the time where keeping a low profile, wouldn't help her. Like that would last much longer, given how she preferred to handle personal situations. Pondering on the thought out loud in a very obnoxious, muttering of consideration, Harley would quirk a brow of doubt to the idea of trying to play nicely with Nightwing. Trying to figure out just what exactly felt right to say about her teaming up with some do-gooder bat-boy, was like trying to diffuse a very tricky bomb, one with only purely painted black wires, given to her right on the spot. But what wire.. the blue wire or the red wire? How the hell am I suppose to know when there all black?! Which one makes the biggest boom!? Or was she really relating to wires at all? What made Bird-brain so different then Bat-brain anyway? He'd sure just throw her in a cell without hearing a damn word more about the matter.. Nightwing was beginning to make her very curious and it was only because his former mentor was entirely out of the question.

Harley would snap her fingers in declarative near comic conclusion, as if she had come up with a bright new idea. “Ou! I kno, why don't you make yourself useful and help me find Mista J- I mean Joka? Maybe's if ya stoppin talkin about tryin to get me to cooperative witcha, then I might actually consider it? Im not sure, still thinkin about it.. All that spunk you carry yourself with, it's kinda clouding my judgement.. At the least I feel a bit flattered though.. So good job not tying me to the curb for once! I really appreciate it.” The former played fragile innocence in her voice slipped away, at the slight quirk of her own mocking address. She heard everything, but of course she wanted to be the one that said it, or at least think she came up with the idea. “Cuz makin deals with Bird-brains ain't exactly within my good character!” A childish huff expelled from lips, as she'd slap both hands back around her chest in tight pouty cradle. She raised her chin next, turned her attention elsewhere and played into the most pretentious expression she could. “Maybe Ill even help ya.. Tell ya's about a couple more of Joker's secrets hide outs..” She'd break from her former arrogant stature and point a finger back over to Nightwing in assertive declaration, other hand snapping on to her hip in a sharp arch. “But if we are gunna work togetha then the first thing you gotta know Nightie-brain, is to respect a girls things.. I dun kno how you and batgirl used to play beat up the bad guys, but I ain't no BATGIRL! How's that little ole gal doing by the way? Been a while.. If there was anyone I had teensie-winsie respect for, then it was her.. Sorry Night-brain, it's a girl thing.” She'd finish in her terms of agreement, before turning her attention back to the gun under Nightwing's foot. For a moment she just stared at the gun, reconsidering the idea of trying to just ask for it back nicely, because you know, that last little statement was Harley Quinn asking nicely, or as nice as she'd get with Nightwing anyway. Then came the exhausted lapse of her own impatient ego. “You night-creeps and your no killing rules.. No wonda you never catch a break.. And to think you's all got so many problems.. I wonda why.. Maybe if you give me my gun back then I'll consider using rubber bullets.. You got any, or am I gonna have to fight withca about burrowing em from a store? I swear I'll return em” Or so she said, teasing Nightwing with a mischievous wide smile. These two were bound to be off to the terms of a shaky partnership.

Harley let actions speak for her words next. She'd stand up in a snap and slowly begin to pace around Nightwing where he stood. Walking in a half circle, she'd double back with a gawk of excitement. “So whatta say Bird-brain? Night-brain, er, which you prefer? I really dun care.. It's all the same to me.. But I gotta know, cuz I ain't callin you BOSS! Matta of fact, if anyone is the brains of this operation it's gonna be me.. Guess that makes you the bronze huh?” She'd conclude, with a devious little wink, that transformed into a grin a moment later. Harley would turn on her heels and sway her hips in sassy withdraw, moving to and stopping at the door to the hideout. Once there, she'd tilt her head back to Nightwing with a gentle glint of invitation in her expression, before gesturing to him to follow, also being curious to see if he'd throw her the gun or not. “So where do we start? Cuz im getting real tired of just picturing Joka's head splattered all over the floor.. I've always had a bit of creative spirit no doubt, but keeping my pretty little ideas all kept up on my head isn't good for me.. That just means we gotta do whatever it takes to make Joka's skull crack open like an egg.. you think his brains are as scrambled as mine? Or maybe they're ova easy? Im curious in findin out..” If that wasn't enough to say she were on-board, then what else could she say? Harley Quinn spilling Joker's brains out? Maybe she really had changed, or maybe this was just the start of something that neither of them were quite ready for?

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

Throwing chairs was, well, improvised, given Harley needed a way to take an easy lunge for the gun. It didn't matter whether the odds were in her favor, or not for getting her hands back on the fire-arm. For now the feeling of knowing she were at an obvious disadvantage and faced with one of her old enemies, served to be motivating enough to make her take bigger risks. If she didn't fight back, then she was already beaten. It wasn't exactly outside her character to scramble for the first easy thing she might able to use, when it came to keeping bats and birds of prey at bay.

Nightwing was faster then her, as much as he were much more witty and prepared for the whole situation. Nightwing had tools, training, experience when it came to dealing with these kind of situations and Harley played a game much more based on luck and chance, never sort of breaking any transparent rules or formalities that might come into play. The worst thing that could happen was that she'd miss the gun and he'd get a hold of it first. He'd probably disarm the weapon, making it an inefficient means of turning the situation in her favor. When did Harley Quinn ever have the situation in her favour when it came to feuding off just about any of Batman's extended family members?

"You know, I seem to remember this outstanding warrant for you arrest... along with a waiting cell at Arkham. Ring any bells?"

It didn't help that Nightwing was playing at all his usual formalities of abiding by a code that had been taught to him by some certain other people Harley was never on very good terms with. Not even five minutes into their confrontation and already he was threatening her with the padded cell and warrants for her arrests.. She wasn't going back to Arkham! Not when Joker was still alive.. “What else is new Night-freak? It doesn't matter what you say.. IM NOT GOING BACK TO ARKHAM!" She'd denounce Nightwing's threat and just let the rush of the moment take influence in forcing her hand.

Whatever the outcome, Quinn was set on obtaining the weapon. She'd dash forward, hoping the distraction would be enough to slow Nightwing in his reaction to pulling the weapon from her reach. Throwing the chair was entirely a diversion and even if she wanted to hit Nightwing with it, her aim was well off by a large distance. Springing forward in a frantic attempt to grab the gun, Harley's fingers would snatch and reach for the grip of the weapon a moment before the gas propelled rope claw, snatched the weapon from her reach and any fantastical hope she had about forcing Nightwing under the point of the barrel and handling the situation how she'd prefer.

At first she felt surprised by the sight of the gun slipping right out from the near tip of her fingers, up until she'd watch the gun reel away from her, at the snatch of Nightwing's grapple gadget. She should have known better by now.. It only took a moment for that surprise to diminish into a light growl of response at the sight of seeing Nightwing catch the gun under his boot and dispose of the weapons former efficiency. Harley felt baffled by the idea of seeing her former toy broken by Nightwing's retrieve of the weapon.

For a minute, she'd just stare over at the gun feeling near devastated by the idea of seeing just how easily he had taken it's addition out of the situation. A second later she'd stand up straight and expel an impatient huff of displeasure. She'd point out to Nightwing where he stood across from her, as her cheeks pouted in annoyance. “See, this is why I can't have nice things.. Cuz people like you always gotta ruin em for me!” She'd start, as her attention slowly shifted from Nightwing and elsewhere in a display of inevitable disapproval. She'd shrug a moment later, as her expression became bland with all the disdain in the world. “I wasn't gonna shot ya, I was just gonna give you's a warning shot was all.. You know, sorta shake ya up a bit.. How else am I suppose to get ya to listen? You bat-creeps don't hear all that well unless you have motivation too.” A dull crossing of her arms at her stomach ensued next, before Nightwing would speak back to her.

"I think that's a great idea Harley, glad you suggested it." He pushed the chair towards her across the floor and pointed at it, indicating she should sit. "Let's talk. How's the clown doing these days? Healthy? In good humour? Because I really need to find him and if he is all those things, to change that."

Of course he'd say that.. The longer Harley stood there waiting for Nightwing to make his next move, the more irritable she found herself becoming. He spoke, causing her to break from the former light cradle of her arms at her tummy in a loud huff of her expiring patience. Harley's hands would ball into fists, as she'd grumble in discontent and start to break down into a childish fit. “Why can't you BAT-CREEPS, juss leave me alone! This doesn't even concern you! It's like every time I do ANYTHING, one of you comes running! I didn't even hurt anyone this time.. Well, not to bad.. Arrghhh!” Apparently taking a bat to some ones skull was getting off easy with Harley Quinn. Well, that and the fact that killing the few living goons left lying about the warehouse wasn't exactly a viable option with Nightwing standing in her way. It didn't help that the chair came sliding over to her in the middle of the fit, gently bumping into her front. Eyes turning in spiteful response back over to the black and blue clad nuisance across the room, Harley would roll her eyes and snap down into the middle of the chair. Did she really have a choice by this point? At least he got her to sit and cut her tantrum short, that was a start.

Complying with Nightwing's suggestion was one thing, but flattering him with all the details about Joker was something well beyond her intentions. As a matter of fact, the mention of Joker only caused her to return a look of shadowy resentment back to the one asking. “That's a very good question..” A light teasing of the answer sung forth from her lips. Clearly Harley didn't have the direct answers that Dick might have been looking for, but before allowing him to ask any more, she felt the need to further explain why. “You better lay off the clown Night-brain, otherwise you're really going to give me a real reason to want to hurt ya and I can tell's ya, it ain't gonna be why ya think it is.. Not like you know anything about that at all..!” It was an interesting answer, given Harley seemed to show no opposition to the idea of Nightwing wanting to track her ex boyfriend down. That said, that wasn't Nightwing's job to do. This was a much more personal matter..

Another moment of letting the unorthodox terms of her response sit between them, caused Harley to shift back against the spine of the chair with a bored frown. She'd move both hands to her side, pinning them to the sides of the chair, as her attention wandered slowly about the room, as she tried to forget about Nightwing wanting to find Joker before her. That's when she got a very curious idea. “You know, it's kinda funny you'd be askin me this, since I haven't been in Gotham for the last little while.. Not since Joka tried to kill me anyway's..” She'd start to reveal the true reasoning for causing the commotion that she did, as well as give Nightwing a much clearer answer to what her business with ruining Joker's little hide-outs, was all about. “He said he had this bright idea right? Turns out that bright idea involved him tryin to kill me.. WHO WOULDA GUESSED?! Along with your little Bat-freak of friend.. Guess he left the part out where he left me to die.. huh?! That's funny right? No! It ain't funny at all!” A light sniffling would commence. Harley got a grip of herself a moment later, lashing out in anger instead of letting her despair get the better of her judgment. “BUT IT DOESN'T MATTA! Im gonna repay him personally for causing me so much trouble.. Just think, all the years of-.. Oh, I can't wait to see my Puddin again.. real soon..” She'd finish providing her answer, before turning her attention back to Nightwing entirely. The vengeful intentions of her mood were clear as day. As was that particular bitterness that seemed to coat her voice the more she talked about Joker. For once in her life, Harley Quinn wasn't joking around, or trying to play one of her enemies for a fool.

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

She meant every last word of what she said, even if saying it felt somewhat unusual to her. Harley always had spirit, it was probably one her best qualities in fact, but being some kind of flawless butt-kicking super heroine, was far from the sort of person Harley Quinn had been. Despite knowing that, she also wasn't exactly as meek and fragile as most made her out to be. Harley was a fighter, someone with experience, but enough experience to have her easily handle the current situation without some trouble.

For a moment that fierce glint in her ocean blue yes, seemed to shift each which way at the trio of unfriendly goons closing in on her. Even if she were outnumbered and probably at somewhat of an obvious disadvantage, she wasn't going to make this easy for them. Nobody was going to get off easy.. Not any more!

Harley's grip around the bat tightened, her fingers locking in tough embrace against the fresh red and black painted steel of the bat, as she'd quickly assert herself in the exposure of her position. Standing in the middle off the room gave her vantage, but it also left her at another detriment of being unable to really use anything around the room to her advantage. She of course had agility, acrobatics, in her favour of skill-set, but managing three goons at once wasn't exactly her regular every day morning routine. Handling one of them would be easy, but the other two..-!

Harley's attempt to formulate a plan ended at the call of a certain important somebody's voice, she hadn't been expecting to show up. That voice.. She couldn't forget that voice..! It damn made her want to rip her ears off.. Throwing her attention across the room, Harley would make quick work of putting a name to the uninvited vigilante who decided to crash her little homecoming party. It could have been anyone.. Anyone had at all, but it had to be one of Bat-brains annoying little friends! UGH!

Nightwing jumped into the little feud without hesitation, serving to provide a solution to the somewhat of overwhelming problem Harley felt faced with at that particular moment. Of course, he did all that with some snarky remark about playing hero to a damsel that hardly felt like she wanted to be in distress. She was past that! She didn't come back to Gotham to be Joker's special little eye candy any more..! All Nightwing's commentary did was stir her mood up and cause her to feel a certain spark of adrenaline kick in. Maybe this what she needed? You know, having him, or someone like him there to really jog her mood and push her that extra mile that always made her such an irritable menace in the past.

“And I’ve never been the sort to favor Dark Knights is shining ARMOR!” She'd rebut, totally out of opportunity of turning Nightwing's comment, inside out. She had a point. It wasn't like Harley Quinn had a soft spot for the valiant little birds and bats of Gotham, so why wouldn't she express her inimical thanks for being “saved”, by one of the only kinds of people she would had never expected to have her back.

No matter the reason for Nightwing's intrusion, he had proven useful, as much as he had amusing to watch in the act of seeing him make easy work of the other two unlucky goons that clearly wouldn't be getting a piece of good ole Harley Quinn after all. That left one-! Harley didn't even get to finish the thought before her perturbed reaction of seeing Nightwing step up for her, quickly turned back to the only bruiser left in the room. Another big guy, more muscle then brains no doubt. Useful for things that didn't require much thinking, but terrible at just about everything else. Muscle head was upfront with showing his hostile regard for the bedazzled blonde jester in front of him. He took a mean swipe at her with his hands, trying to grapple her in some cruel smashing of both his fists together, as if to pop the crimson dressed blonde, like some sort of literal cherry. Harley was faster then him, or at least, fast enough to avoid the collision of being turned into red pudding.

The way she evaded the attack was more of an improvised maneuver, rather then an actual clean dodge. She'd lean back, her spine arching and her head pushing from the reach of the swipe in front of her. Both of his hands flew right over her completely missing, as Harley tried to collect her balance in the light stagger of losing it. Dodging the hit was one thing, but staying on her feet was something else entirely. She fell over, gently backwards and on to the cushion of her perky little red and black clad butt. She lost her grip of both hands around the bat, only managing to hold on to her weapon with one instead.

Sitting in front of the titan of man in front and staring up at him in a gentle blend of confusion and annoyance, motivated her to do the first clever thing that came to her mind. Frankly she didn't like people trying to kill her and especially not people she used to order around like dogs. For a brief second she'd just stare up in curious ill-tempered observation of the man and forget about Nightwing altogether. Both hands slapped down to the shape of her hips, as a tense pout of aggravation came to show on her lips. Next she'd just raise a single foot up and ram her boot as hard as she possibly could into the goons balls in front of her. That outta hurt..!

He squealed like a pig and Harley only threw on a satisfied smug smile. She didn't just quite end her cheap shot on her opponent there either, using his shock to her advantage, she'd flip up in yet another acrobatic flip and take a mean old slug off the side off the goon's skull, sending him crashing into the ground with a loud ding of a sound.

DING!

“Ouu! THAT OUTTA HURT!” She'd mock, feeling a sense of accomplishment in seeing her last problem sink into the floor of the small warehouse. “See, I told ya's not to mess with me.. It's to bad you all ain't that good at hearin.. Not like that's the majority of your problems anymore..” Would be her final words to the lump of a man crumbled at her feet, before she'd swing a sharp kick into his side and her face became plagued by scowling contempt.

Turning her attention over to the only other conscious player left on the board, Harley's look of disregard, transformed into a look of sharp irritation. “Ha ha.. you's so funny Night-brain.. Even if I wanted to tell ya's and I DON'T! Why would I even answer a question like that?” She'd rebut in ill-will response, before casually resting her blood dipped bat against the size of her shoulder. “Besides, it ain't none of your business what Im doin..” She'd start in showing nothing short but disinterest in showing Nightwing any manners. “Never really was for that matta!” She'd finish, as her tone spiked into a brief fluctuation of blatant animosity.

Once she finished speaking in her own defence, she'd slowly lean slightly forward towards Nightwing across the room. He was a safe distance away right? He wasn't going to try anything funny right? Even when Harley Quinn desired to be difficult with unexpected bat or bird dressed company, she always felt a light falter in her confidence, being around these types of people. Whether Nightwing here realized that or not, wasn't so important, so long as he'd stay where he was and keep his damn hands off her. “What about you's huh? Whatca doing stalking around me? IM SUPPOSE TO BE A SECRET!” She let it slip, despite not realizing that he already probably pieced that all together. Nightwing had been the first person to see Harley alive since, well, Batman up and vanished.

The longer she found herself standing there across from him assuming the worst, the more she realized just how finicky it was making her feel. Harley kept the stern address of her chilly gaze pinned to Nightwing, up until she realized that staring at him wasn't really helping calm her down. Instead of being able to maintain her cool, her attention slowly shifted from the black and blue clad nuisance in front of her and towards the big gun she formerly had the displeasure of losing, when she walked in the front door and was turned into a frisbiee. It wasn't far, close enough for her to reach, if she made a run for it, the only problem was the gun was right in the middle of the room, between the both of them. That would prove to make things tricky, given Harley Quinn knew better then to try and pull a fast one against Gotham's vigilantes. If she did this wrong, Night-brain could easily turn this situation around on her.. Unless..

Harley's brief slip of showing the obvious intention of trying to pull some cheap stunt that would earn her the gun, slipped away temporarily, as her gaze quickly shifted around the room. It didn't take long to find something to use, something close and something very much in her style of humor and action. Harley only shifted from the former lean and turned her back slowly to Nightwing in a light disconcerted withdrawal. It was an act, but Dick might have known that already.

Turning on her heels with a light humming of a rather nonrhythmic tune, sung out in the distinctive pitch of her squeaky little voice, Harley put her cheap plan into motion. “But hey.. I guess you can't blame me for spillin the beans.. Considering you've always been the sort to not keep secrets! But dun worry, it;s okay.. Someone's gotta know right, better you then BAT-FREAK! Ouop! Did I say that out loud, I didn't mean to try n make you's jealous or anything.. but I must say..” The former poor innocence in her expression slipped away, the minute she'd reach over for a small little chair sitting in front of her. She were trying to conceal it, disguise what she had planned, but Dick was probably a lot smarter then that. “If it bothers you so much, why don't we sit down and talk all about it?” Thus came the punch line of the joke, before Harley easily turned on her heels and threw the tiny chair across the room. The funny thing was that Harley had hardly tried to be precise with her aim, instead throwing the thing wildly in some witty attempt to cause enough of a distance to run for the gun.

“HEADS UP NIGHT-BRAIN! He he!” She'd exclaim, before running for the gun and hoping to get there before Dick might be able to shut her down.

[18+] "The Harlequin Blues" (Blissy & Roosan)

Addiction was a hard thing to turn your back on, especially when you hardly knew you were addicted to something in the first place. The real question was what she felt more addicted to, whether it was the idea of wanting to love him, or wanting to hate him. Torn between anger and grief, was a nasty bit of chemistry for the former golden haired hench-wench of the clown prince of crime. Note the word former, given Harley Quinn, was far from the same woman most people remembered her to be. Well then again, that was probably at least half true..

Though Harley had changed, those changes hadn't been quite so obvious on the surface. She were still the wild crazy ball of fun loving menace that she had always been, without the second rate title. Oh no.. She was through with Joker! Especially after the last thing he tried to do! While Harley's feelings had come a long way, so too had her value among various criminal figures in Gotham. Right now she may very well have half of Gotham's scum trying to find her, take her for themselves, if it wasn't for the little teensie-weensie fact that the majority of Gotham's ruffians, had believed her to be long dead. Joker did something, a certain something quite a handful of other nefarious figures in Gotham weren't so happy with. In the process he had managed to finally discard the “extra weight” he was carrying. He called her that.. He left her to die! Tried to kill her!

Harley's anger for Joker was like wild fire, never serving to manage nor contain the fierce scorch of it's inferno. Even when she found herself hospitalized in a secret little location outside of Gotham, Harley never wavered her negative emotions about the man who had outright betrayed her. How many times had he thrown her face the mud? Hit her because to him it was fun? Push her undying love for him away.. all because he didn't know nothing about being gentle?! Harley couldn't even begin to recount the many times she had fell victim to what should have been her better, her protector, her mentor. Instead, she was his gimmick, his tool, a toy for him to play with and break further each and every time she tried to reason with him. Joker wasn't the same person she remembered him to be! But then again, that was probably because Harley had very bad memory, when it came to remembering why and how she had even fallen in love with the Joker in the first place.

Hating him from far away seemed like the easiest thing in the world, but just about every single time she found herself within a near inch of that clowny faced demon of a man, she couldn't help but feel so different. Whatever.. She was done with Joker! So much in fact that Harley had been devising a plan for the last little while in a way she might be able to finally show that. That wasn't the easy part, especially considering formulating plans and sticking to them, was never the crimson jesters forte. Going with the flow of things was always much more her style, even if the extent of her luck usually only ever lasted for so long. Oh well, everyone makes mistakes right? .... What you're doing is actual suicide Harley Quinn!

Ugh there she was again.. the damn docta lady.. always pestering her- Im here to help you! Quin tuned out of the lingering absence of her attention, at the sound of Harleen Quinzel's old voice oppose just about every ill rational or crazy thing she did. Even without Joker, that wasn't who Harley was anymore and going back to something that simple and innocent, just seemed like a damn shame. No, Harley Quinn had far too much work to do, before she could ever consider settling down and moving on. Especially because that felt near impossible when a certain Joker was still breathing alive and healthy somewhere.

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Coming back to Gotham was, well, it felt right. From the very minute Harley had woken up in a hospital bed in timbuktu she knew there was something very wrong going on. Waking through all of that was fulfilling to say the least, given her being alive by this point had been somewhat of a miracle, never mind the amount of people that would want to change that if they found out. Being short of friends wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing in the world, but she'd manage, so long as she got what she wanted done. Harley had to be careful reentering Gotham, considering there were more then just the regular old crooks and goons at work, that may serve to undermine and destroy her. Gotham had always had other problems.

Thinking about Gotham's rogues send a certain shiver down Harley's spine. Last thing she heard, Bat-brain was going to punch his last clown, while Joker had anything but his last laugh. It felt near revolting to think she had felt amused in believing that fact, especially when she didn't know that cutting the old Bat out of Gotham's picture, involved throwing her under the rug as well. Joker got what he wanted no doubt, but Harley got nothing. Concluding to the idea of knowing this made her wonder. So who was out ruining the other criminal losa's of Gotham's fun? Bird-brain? Harley near crackled in a crude laughter at the idea of envisioning The Batman's sidekick trying to step in for him. The Dark Knight had always proven to be problematic, as much as he were mean, but his little side kicks were hardly on the same level of threat, then the who was bold enough to try and bring them along.

For a moment, Harley felt accomplished by the sick idea of knowing Joker had removed one of those side kicks some time ago, back when she were still wearing the one piece black and red jester grab, that she had made history with on Gotham. It only felt like just yesterday when she was..-! Ugh! No! Joker's had his last laugh!

Harley's spite for Joker came back into full swing, before she found her feet quietly peddling against the cement beneath her. Since she had returned to Gotham, Harley had kept a very low profile, so low, that few other players, besides a certain nameless know it all, didn't know she were even alive and well and hot on the hunt of a certain other clown. Riddler helped her out, only because she had been doing light favors for him, courtesy of him helping keep her off the radar. Maybe she had more friends then she knew-?! Seriously?! Riddle-creep?! Harley felt anything but represented by the idea of having to weasel her way around from place to place, doing favor's for another one of Gotham's problems. Like hell she'd ever get out of the inevitable edgy circle that was Gotham City and all the cynical shenanigans that took place within. Not like that was a problem...!

A light jitter of laughter sung from the perfection of her crimson painted lips, before Harley slipped elegantly into the narrow alleyway's made by the towering buildings of Old Gotham. Harley Quinn had much work to do and parties to crash, especially since Joker had been rude enough to forget to invite her.

Working off a tip wasn't exactly all that reassuring, but if she got to kill Joker's clowns and get more information about where and what he might be up to, then that would prove to be a satisfactory start to a much more fulfilling conquest of insane vengeance. Joker shoulda known better then to write me off so easily..! She'd refresh herself with the lucid idea of thinking herself to be far better at what she intended to do next, then she really were. You and what army Harley Quinn? You're going to go in there and those guys are going to tear you apart! Further protesting from the tiny little sane corner of Harley's old mind, served to try and vex her from the thought of getting cheap and easy bloody revenge by cutting down Joker's numbers one at a time. “I got you.. Don't I?" Harley would state, to, well, herself, because no one else was around to hear it. Or were they?

“Shhh! Go away, I don't need your input right now.” Harley beckoned out to herself in a much more quietened and careful tone of voice. She were trying to be sneaky, because if she weren't, that little sane proportion of her conscience would be more then right when it came to the inevitability of her fate. How hard could this be? Batfreak and his little friends did it all the time! Another adorable giggle of virtuous appeal crept from her lips, before she'd slap both hands to them and try and silence the gentle snickering of her laughter.

“Hey! You hear that? Sounded like someone laughing.” A much more rowdy rough voice declared from the other side of the very poor glass, that separated her from a handful of Joker's men. “No. I didn't hear anything, your crazy.. Paranoid the Bat's gonna show up? Didn't you hear, we don't got to worry about the bat no more.” Another much more creaky voice of one of Joker's other men, responded to the notice of the sound. “Since when does the Bat laugh? Sounded more like a girls laughter anyway..” The conversation went on, entering much more comedic and nonsensical theories. “Even if it were, you think the big bad Bat would laugh like a little girl? Are you serious?”

Was it bad to say that Harley felt twisted between a certain blend of amusement and disbelief, all at the same time, given the responses of these buffoons? These kind of conversations weren't really ever anything new to her, given she used to work with and even command a handful of her own faction of Joker's brutal influence on Gotham. Remembering all of that wasn't so pleasant.. Not like she'd have to remember these type of goons for much longer. It was time to go to work in cleaning up Gotham city, purely in Harley Quinn style.

Standing outside the small hide-out in front of her in empty silence, slowly motivated Harley to spice up the situation. She didn't exactly have a plan, but she did have several crazy ideas that weren't anything sort of making her feel motivated, as much as they did confident about what she were about to do. Reaching for a small red and black painted grenade with a “Harley Happy Face” painted on to it, she'd quietly pull the pin from the top and use her other hand to reach for the bat she carried on her back. GCPD had her signature mallet in some confidential lock-up, which meant new Harley had made some decent arrangement's in replacing the good old classical whammy-wham toy she used to use for wrecking things up.

Without a second thought Harley would pull the pin and pitch the grenade up in front of her and take a wild swing at the smiling compact sphere of explosive wonder. She hit that sucker did dead on, sending the grenade flying through the glass and into the room with a loud crashing of glass. The goons hesitated, some even shouted in frantic reaction, before the room was engulfed in a small radius of flying shrapnel and fire. Next the door came crashing down, the collision of Harley's boot, near causing the door to come swinging off the hinges. In she'd go, trusty bat in one hand, big nasty looking automatic rifle in the other. Leave it up to Harley Quinn to make an entrance Joker had taught her well.

“Miss me LOSA'S!? Then again, who wouldn't!?” She'd cheer, making her presence very known and very responsible for everything that had happened so far. Only at the time of walking through the front door, did Harley realize there was originally seven guys inside the main room. The grenade made easy work of two, but that still left five ready and eager to make this difficult for her. “Har-Harley?! I thought you were-?!” One of the goons spoke up, only to be interrupted. “DEAD?!” She'd question, pulling the trigger of the gun and easily cutting down another number that stood in her way. That left four. “Well I ain't dead, do I's look dead?!” Harley continued on in further adding resolve to the concept of people believing she was dead, up until one of the bigger guys in the room came charging at her.

She wasn't prepared for it, nor did she expect it and the hulk of man easily stampeded forward and knocked her from the door way of the room. She fell a short distance, until she tumbled on the ground, rolling over three or four times, before finally coming to a crumbled and dusty face down heap on the floor (losing her gun in process). That's when the muttering of her anger sung out, her agitation clean as day. Harley forced herself up slowly, to a light sit on her side, sprawling out a bit on the floor. Her eyes rolled in irritable response, to the idea of being turned into a pinball by yet again, someone associated with Joker. “That wasn't very nice.. Clearly some of us haven't changed..” She'd remark, feeling a bit mundane with the idea of knowing she'd probably never escape the inevitability of being thrown around by some crook, be it an important one,or not.

“I thought Joker killed you!?” One of the thugs questioned aloud. Harley could feel her patience steaming, her desire to continue this discussion any longer quickly phasing out. “WHY DO I ALWAYS GOT TO REPEAT MYSELF WITH YOU BOZA'S!?” She'd yell, before quickly spinning and flipping up in an acrobatic twirl. The group of men in front of her shunned any further curiosities they may have for her, each of them going to grab whatever melee weapons around them that they could find. “You don't order us around any more!” One yelled. “Im going to send you back to Joker in one sweet little piece, or broken and mangled as you should be!” Another one threatened. The odds were not looking up for Harley.

One came rushing forward, this time Harley was prepared for it. She'd pull the bat from her back, before taking a tight grip around the neck and swinging real hard at that idiots skull.

CRACK!

He went crashing down into the floor, no short of brain matter and other things left from the collision of the bat hitting his skull. Harley panted in tested endurance, her breath quickening, as she tried to juggle feeling excited and outnumbered all at once. Clearly she wasn't thinking all that straight, just angry thoughts instead. “You boys dun think I can't take the three of you's left alone? Oh please.. it'll be a pleasure.. No short of blowin ur brains out ONE AT A TIME! Then again, now that I really think about it.. Joka neva gave me half the credit I deserved.. SO COME ON! Lemme introduce you to the new and improved HARLEY QUINN!”

But could she really take these three alone? Not even a minute in and Harley couldn't help but wonder if the annoying Docter clamouring around in back of her head, may have actually made a good point..

[High-Casual / Advanced, Mature,18+] Grim Fairy Tales 'Alice'? / Or A Dark And Twisted Wonderland? (Searching!)

Still looking for any writers that might be interested! :x

[High-Casual / Advanced, Mature,18+] Grim Fairy Tales 'Alice'? / Or A Dark And Twisted Wonderland? (Searching!)

Posting Example!

Fandom

A sample of what my Alice Liddle posts can look like

With the way things were going, and never seemed to breach from their fundamental functions, Alice wasn't sure how much longer she may even be able to manage the Rabbit Hole alone. Without Absolem, or rather the knowledge of the public knowing where they might find him, Alice felt the worth of the work was starting to outweigh the purpose. It seemed like whatever she did that there'd always be some hidden purpose beneath. A cause and an effect, that Alice herself ever felt hardly ready to address. If she did a good deed, someone took advantage. If she turned a blind eye to a bad deed, someone came pointing fingers at her, or was hurt because she tried to give the worst kinds of people the benefit of the doubt. Then of course there was the guilt of knowing that Alice couldn't even hold on to her relationships, with the few friends she had left.

Bo's administration to Bedlam Penitentiary had done quite the number on poor little Alice. Not even a day ago she was seeing her best friend off to be confined under the supervision of some crummy doctors, that her gut instinct knew she couldn't trust. Be it some personal illwill she had for doctors, given her own history, or the fact that after having a rather long and strange talk with a certain head doctor, Alice felt unlike any of her problems had been solved. Knowing there was no obvious answers, no excursion that awaited her to seek some deeper meaning of the journey, just had a way of chewing away at her motivation to do just about anything. Speaking with the doctor hadn't done much other then strangely numb her senses, in a way Alice had never quite experienced before. It could have been the prescription he gave her, the effect of the rather dreamlike narcotic that her forgetting smaller gaps in between the things she had done the day before, but Alice knew something was certainly abnormal.

Oh bother. When was anything wrong side up and right side down? She should be expecting this by now.. Contemplating on why finding a sense of satisfaction with the terms of her high's, seemed unreachable, seemed to stir and storm about in the boil of her usual brooding. Everyone else had their fun. Drank their tonic and was off and bewitched by the potent effects of some bizarre tonic, but for her she always had to take five more then anyone else, to even just start to feel anything. This need for finding escape, this irresponsibility to reason was slowly chewing away at the young waitress who doubted she'd ever truly leave the rabbit-hole, even if she doubted that the tavern might not last forever. There were other rabbit holes to transverse.. Looking glasses to reflect upon, surely what was left of them wasn't all here? The thought of if caused a light chill down her back as Alice recalled what suffering through traumatic grief had done to her once before. Even to this day she doubted she truly ever recovered. Underland had been destroyed before she could really find any resolve after all, and that meant that the only place she may ever find it, was now in Fablegrove.

Wishful thinking was not the predominate way of the golden haired girl, who spent far too much time trying to drown her doubt by the flush of precarious liquids, or huff of rainbow smoke. Not any longer anyway. That much she knew for certain, especially when she found herself feeling obligated to feed her tricky addiction, to things that tore reality apart. That much was anything but unfamiliar to her, however, doing them on the job was something Alice had only ever done when she felt truly and utterly at the abysmal of her own hollow dismay.

A light closing of her bedroom door would force the door to speak with light creak with the shift old hinges that kept the door tethered to the wall. On this particular night Alice only moved with cautious advance, a strange serene quality seeming to manifest within her gentle steps. No anger, no bother, no displeasure took her from the seal of her room in some quick invigorating entry. No impractical nonsense of Tweedle's forced her to come stomping from the room with some intention of arguing the two twin's, that never seemed to learn anything from her fits of anger or notable distress. Instead, Alice only shifted from the silence of her room and into the quiet vacancy of the dimly lit upstairs hallway. Her fingers curled around a rather variegation of a small stick that sired a strange mesmeric smoke, that made her feel almost entirely enthralled by some zombish sense of somnolent restraint. And such a ataractic forbearance it was.

Those gentle steps with almost dazish carefree venture had her move from the seclusion of her room and down the hall with simple dis-concern. Dressed for work and guided down towards the stairs that would take her to the main visitation area of the Rabbithole, had Alice taking her sweet gentle time in knowing she were more certainly early, then late. As a matter of fact, if asked just how early she thought she was, within the hypnagogic venture to her room and to the bar, she'd likely tell you time didn't exist at all and that the worry for it seemed silly, with the inevitability of it's unconquerable essence seemingly brought to a bittersweet rival, that only came within the elevation of whatever very pensive drug she were smoking at that particular time.

The world around her seemed still, unmoved every subtle sound only whispering away in some slewed audible presence, while the colours around her moved changed and swapped places with one another. Shades of red became blue, shades of blue became red, green regurgitated purple and sometimes there wasn't even any colours at all. Every fine detailed shade or hue of the interior of the upstairs of the Rabbit-hole, seemed to become an ever changing mystery, as Alice only found the near somnolence of her attention gently hung on some dreamy sense of drugged euphoria.

With careful address she'd move down those steps, being mindful not to trip and knowing that if she did she may very well never hit the ground. Or that if she did, she'd never realize it. Each step became a light hop as Alice's desire to test her stability, seemed to intrigue her more with her desire to experience the surreal world around her, to it's every prominent effect and detail. By the time she hit the bottom stair Alice felt utterly inclined to take another long hit of the rainbow stick, oozing mystifying smoke around her. A long drag would ensue by the gentle grace of fingers to the end of the stick that made reality fiction, as the gentle purse of her lips would force her to take a deep heavy hit from the only friend she seemed to be able to hold on to, without anything truly terrible happening to it.

A soft exhaling of the smoke would gust around her in a cone shape and relinquish coloured smoke into the air, that seemed to only change an alter countless times, before disappearing into the dark silence around her. Alice felt a sense of exhilarated dreamy content near embody every inch of her mind as she watched the thick cloud of the rainbow smoke evaporate into bleak absence around her. However, as the smoke vanished, Alice found herself feeling anything but sustained, by the heinous effects of the narcotic controlling her entire conscience and quite possibly body, as well.

Straight ahead of her sat a figure, one of which did not speak. At first Alice couldn't help the sluggish revelation of realizing that someone else was within the emptiness of the Rabbit-Hole, force her to feel embarrassed. Quickly that concern became a dismiss at some much more curious venture forward, that had her stepping closer to the mysterious stranger, that she had not recognized right away, while under the influence of the drug. Letting the rainbow stick remain in place between her dark red painted lips, had her hands linking together at her back as if to display some much more elegant, or innocence about her indulgence into exploring the effects of the drug. “You're much too early.. Though I suppose, when time doesn't exist there's no sense of punctuality upholding any true principle.. Perhaps you should come back yesterday, I imagine things might be a little more full with yesterdays gathering of tomorrow..?” Alice spoke the definition of nonsense as she tried to uphold some sense of decency, among the shadow who only seemed to bend and tilt, by the smudge of the vibrant coloured lights that turned him into a living water colour painting, instead.

This is a post in correlation to a group game I did some time ago on another site. Please note, this is a regular post, and my post length can fluctuate to anything slightly shorter or possibly longer then this post. I will be adding further writing examples shortly!

Oh yeah, she's totally on the cosmic highway in this post by the way. :x

(Im still adjusting to this site so for HTML and coloring purpose, please bare with me! :x)

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Im here. Im interested, but you already know that Ruby.

[High-Casual / Advanced, Mature,18+] Grim Fairy Tales 'Alice'? / Or A Dark And Twisted Wonderland? (Searching!)

What's all this about? Well let me tell you..

Hello there and thank you for taking the time to peak into this thread!
(Original Plots/Fandom Plots can be found at the bottom of this post)

This is one of just many interest checks I've pitched on this forum so far. I've adjusted this thread several times already, to keep those searching in the know of what exactly it is I am wanting, and what it is I'd prefer to avoid. I'll be keeping my interests narrowed down and my search for writing partners very limited at this time!
I am a literate advanced writer. I'm quite serious about this by the way. I crave detail, thoughts and creativity and have no fret in sharing it in the style, or sizes of my post. I'm looking for other writers who are interested in advanced 1x1 writing games at this current time! Please, please, please take consideration of this. My writing can be overwhelming to some. My style unfitting of others. I understand this, but please know I am willing to work with anyone who might just try to tackle an advanced level of writing. That said, I'm only looking for people interested in writing against a player writing at an advanced level or attempting to reach said level.
I am currently looking for interesting and unique writers, who have a particular interest in grim/twisted, or otherwise, horror themed fairy tales. I'm solely looking for Wonderland centric games, as I am a big Alice In Wonderland fan. That said, I might be open to some other fairy tale characters from other stories, (just please nothing too unknown) and any pitches in the spirit of this kind of genre. I'd ideally like to write with players that are willing to keep an open mind and share interest in collaborative world building as well as plot building (even if it's just partial of course).
At the moment I'm looking for more fandom inspired games, particularly involved dark or twisted fairy tales. There will be more about these ideas posted below
I tend to search for writing partners based on compatibility and decent first impressions. I am always open to brainstorming/hashing out ideas for plots and will not hesitate to share my ideas, if any come up! Just please never be shy.
I am open to FxF and FxM (I only play female characters as of right now). Both gender pairings are wonderfully interesting to me, though I have less experience with FxF and wouldn't mind experimenting more there.
Mature is possible, though not a must. This goes for 'everything' related to mature themes by the way. I am not one of faint heart, or shy of explicit content. On the contray I much prefer 'darker story telling' where it might fit. I do prefer more mature themes (not intentionally sexual, but more in gritty story telling). Dark stories are preferred as I feel they invoke further possibility then most fluff and appeal to me more so then vanilla stories might. This is entirely negotiable however, as I am some who loves heavy plot above anything else! Romance, is also a possibility and not something I am unfamiliar with writing around. I'll admit I like fluffier stuff every now and again.
I prefer threads, as opposed to PM's. However, This may be subject to change, based on my partners preferences.
Please provide a role-play sample with your approach to me (if possible). I like to measure compatibility before assuming a story is go! Worry not, I am very considerate of other writers preferred styles. I just prefer to have an idea of what a potential writing partner of mine's writing style might look like.

And I don't expect you to match my post size. :x Oh no, no, no, not never!

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If this sounds like something that may interest you, feel free to post here or PM me! I don't know what people prefer on this site quite yet, although I prefer PM's for discussion.

More information on my writing preferences, can be found below! Everything below is just a more advanced break down of my best pickiness being what it is. Read on, if you may chose too! It might just win you brownie points. ;)

"The Blissy Survival Guide"

Post size n stuff -

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- I consider myself an 'Advanced - Literate writer'. I understand this preference is not best suited to write against everyone. Although those that are willing to collaborate with me, I will be willing to collaborate with them.
- Average post size 800 words to 1600+ (Negotiable, but never under 800 words for my part!) If I'm deeply invested and inspired with our game, you can expect even more at times. I write for quality, imagination, expression, but never to intimidate others by length, and often get carried away with longer posts. I'd appreciate a partner who is consider of this at times and patient with me about it.
- My posting style follows a small Novella sort of style. Further insight into this can be found by viewing any of my recent, or even some of my older posts. Those who might be interested in writing with me are wise to consider this. I do not care what sort of style you use, only that you respect my own.
- A decent understanding of grammar and common sense is required.
- I do FxM / FxF (as mentioned above). I am open to both gender pairings and do not care what you are behind your username, be it a man, woman, or whatever else. If you can write and make your character believable, then there is no arguing with that.
- I love detailed/enriching/heavy characterization based posts.
- I expect three paragraphs+ from my writing partner. (I have no specific word count) Please try and send me an interesting post, so I have something to write about other then your character moving around in circles, or a yes or no answer to action that doesn't motivate some other kind of action or statement. I also appreciate players who try to make equivalence, even if achieving so is a bit more difficult. I pay close attention to detail, post size and it heavily influences my favor of on going games.
- I work with all types of writers (so long as you take your approach with me with serious intentions) , though I expect to see some kind of substance in my partners writing. I don't do quick and casual posts. The more you write the better for me!
- Despite the above point, I post my usual 800+ size posts, at an alarming quick rate of response. You'll read more about that below.
- Please do not expect yourself to match my post length, nor style (oh dear I'm being terribly redundant again aren't I?). Everyone has their own preference, I respect that. All I ask is you try with me and give me your 100% with your writing, or 110%, if you're trying to impress or push beyond your normal standards. That incentive is however, entirely up to you.
- I love coloring my posts to accommodate for the character I am playing, or dialogue they might speak. Please let me know if there's a problem with any of the hues of text I use and I will do my best to accommodate your request and adjust them.
- There's a special word hidden somewhere in this thread. If I receive a message with the subject header, then I know you've taken the time to actually invest your attention in what is written here and you will easily win extra favour. Please try not to forget that little word in your subject message header to me, in the event you may want to organize, or discuss a 1x1 game with me. ^.^

Post rate –

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- I can work with writers who have one week post deadlines, or even prefer daily posts, to every other day turn around time. I am personally looking for some more "active" writers at this time, however.
- I have a lot of free time, which means I can commit to a story. My posting size does not change with post consistency or turn around time. It may be surprising but, posting 800+ words in fifteen minutes to half an hour, is very easy for me to do. I am very creative, as I am serious about my commitment to writing, often spending hours of my days around literature in some fashion. Hence why I consider myself an advanced role-player and am looking for others who are interested and comfortable with, achieving a similar post mark, size or story goals.
- Long waits between posts WITHOUT any communication (OOCLY) will kill my muse to write with you. Please at least inform me, if delays or issues present themselves that may hinder or influence the status of our game together. It's not asking much. Talk to me, I won't bite. :x (Hard ;) )

Communication –

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- I mentioned the above in very brief terms. I like to keep communication.
- I like brainstorming/plotting or just chatting, if you have the time.
- I do have IM's, but only give them out once I feel better acquainted with who I may be handing that information out too. (It's a trust thing)
- I REALLY want to write with people who can keep me in the know, share ideas and contribute to the experience of our 1x1 game(s).
- If there is ever a problem, talk to me, DO NOT give me a cold shoulder, or give me the silent treatment. I easily walk away from players, or games where people prove to be uncooperative, or isolated with their issues within our games and attempts to make them run smoothly.
-I also have a special favor for people who include the word 'Peaches' in their pm pitches to me.. For those of you that have survived the length of this commandment of a request thread of mine. Congratulations! To you, I give you the secret word as a reward.

Perception –

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- Third Person only. I can do some Gming stuff if needed.
- I focus one single protagonist, or antagonist when I write. That said, I do like supporting character involvement (played by me and my writing partner). However, my writing style will always focus and favor my central character and I will avoid getting too elaborate with supporting, or side characters played by myself to keep things clean and direct as possible with characterization.

Original & Fandom Plots

Original Plots!

Not looking for solely original plots at this time! Please see the fandom section for further information!

The Fandom Snippet

Just a few fandom's I may consider..

Alice in (or anything) Wonderland Centric :: (Alice/Relative Of Alice/Whoever else someone might want to play against from this universe)

[Please Note: (My take on Alice has her at the point of her early twenties (youngest 19). This variation of her is a mixture between her classic character and the Alice perceived from the 'Alice' games.) Alternative, I would also be interested in playing a descendant or relative sort of figure of hers, if there's interest there as well. If there's anyone here who's familiar with the Grim Fairy Tale comics, then I might have some interest in playing Calie as an alternative (Alice's daughter in this comic-verse) as well.

I actually have several plots to list under this category, though I am mostly open to this fandom in a definite multitude of ways. I'll list a few example plots below, but am not limited to these alone. I am ultimately interested in playing Alice in this plots (mostly). With that said here are sample of my few plots, strictly as loose structure for a potential 1x1 game!

A Grim Take On Alice In Wonderland

(Always open to others ideas as well..!)

"A couple interesting pairings from every thing that is Wonderland, to everything that is not.” (Literally a list of fandom AiW pairings, and original match makings)"

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Alice x Red Queen or Queen Of Hearts = Open [I'd really love this one!]
Alice x Hatter = Open
Alice x A Human version, or shape shifting Cheshire Cat = Open
Alice x Knave Of Hearts = Taken!
Alice x Open = Open
Alice x Jabberwocky = Open [For those who like the twisted, terrible, and unnervingly psychological]
Alice x Another Fairy Tale Character (Cross over) = Open

"A grim and twisted Wonderland” (Dark original plot)" [Fandom, Psychological, Darker themes, Adventure, Fantasy, Nonsense, A bit of horror, open to discussion]

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Mostly inspired by a bit of 'Grim Fairy-Tales' and the 'Mcgee series' of everything Wonderland related, I'd absolutely love to play Alice in a twisted Wonderland. The plot itself is up for discussion and who I might play against is also open to possibility. If there's anyone out there who might be interested in being my writing partner for this, I'd be all for suggestive ideas. It might be nice to do a bit of an exploration feel to this game as well, with small bits of Gming involved where appropriate. I'd be willing to contribute a large part to that. So for anyone looking for an adult spin on the old fairy tale, I'd be all ears for something like, or related to that. Whether we tackle an entirely new 'Alice', a more mature one who's made some interesting process since her last adventure in Wonderland, or simply collaborate on something entirely different, I'd be all for suggestions!

Alternatively me playing a descent of 'Alice' is an interesting direction if we'd like to recreate and adjust Wonderland to the subject of a more mature or twisted, or even both, sort of environment!

Further information on what my 'Alice' looks like can be peaked into over at my posting samples.

"The Other Wonderland” (Dark original plot)" [Fandom, Psychological, Darker themes, Adventure, Fantasy, Horror, Nonsense]
[Bit of a read here. Just a forewarning..]

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This plot is virtually a rewrite of another Alice In Wonderland based plot I wrote up sometime ago. The new write up is mostly unchanged from that of it's older, original plot. However, there have been several changes made to said plot. My perception with the plot has remained mostly unchanged, though has a slight shift in focus, more so on psychological adventure and horror. I am looking primarily for a dark variation of the original storie(s). Ideally, I'd like to explore a darker take within taking part in this plot (as Alice). Anything else is entirely up for debate.

The plot follows an older Alice, one who's become of young adult age. The exact age is debatable, but I'd prefer to make nineteen the absolute youngest as far as youth might go. A bit older then nineteen is also in fairness to the game. Despite Alice's exact age and her maturity, she is still naive as she'll ever be, always remaining to be the Alice she was, or at least partial to that character, with only a handful of new much more brooding adjustments.

Alice has been to Wonderland once before. Only several years later, she's seemed to forgotten that entirely. Since Alice's first adventure(s) in Wonderland, the young woman has been through quite the number of unfortunate circumstances. Things seemed fine at first, there wasn't a single thing wrong with the young girls life, up until the fire to send her her life plummeting into sorrowful oblivion. Alice never understood why the fire took place or even how, but she eerily feels responsible for it to some degree and twice more responsible for the loss of her family. Whatever the truth behind the fire, Alice's mental state has slowly been degrading with the compiling weight of her own grief. Grieve has turned into depression, among some other nasty things that have bloomed within the qualities of the modern Alice, that have proven quite malevolent.

After the accident that took her family Alice was institutionalized due to her decline in depressive volatile mentality. She not only became depressed, but sometimes violent as well. Of course she didn't mean to be these cruel to others, but she couldn't help herself. Deep down inside she knew that something was eating away at her. If only she could discover what that was? Remember anything before the fire at all? But that image of of fiery disaster had become the only thing replaying time and time again in her mind, so much so that flood of grief began to contain her precious Wonderland and become a conduit to that bleak insanity and dreadful madness. However, that much she had missed of course. For the circumstance of Alice's own devastation from the fire actually caused her to enter a recession of memory lost, due to the traumatic events she endured. Though her memory hasn't been lost entirely, she doesn't seem to quite remember Wonderland, but the strange thing is that it oddly remembers her.

It all started one restless night. Alice kept having those dreams again, those scary dreams of weird places, with strange characters and obscurities that just couldn't be, that shouldn't be, but only were. Surely those dreams wouldn't have seemed so bad, if it wasn't for the fact that place she saw, wasn't spoiled with such uncanny dreamlike gloom and darkness. Trying to repress the dreams only made them worse. She told the doctors about them, but the doctors didn't seem to take her dreams quite so seriously. The only wanted Alice to get better away from the idea of far-fetched dimensions where nonsense seemed to embody such a place like a spirit, or essence. That made Alice very upset. Scared, suffering from memory loss, depression and grief, Alice's dreams worsened, until slowly she found herself unable to escape their reoccurring manifestation. This persisted as it worsened over time. The doctors and nurses started treating Alice more carefully, using drugs or restraint to try and prevent her nonsensical babbling about the nightmares from continuing. That was until one night, Alice found herself not only seeing this odd dark place known as 'Wonderland', but found herself surrounded by it.. The door to her cell had been left open? A rabbit had guided her out and where it had taken her, she could not explain, even if she wished for explanation to be the only thing she might request. Alice was led to a place, that place in her dreams, that place she did not remember, but oh did it remember her? And much has changed since her last visit..

Other details: The main idea for this plot is to re-explore Wonderland through the visitation of an older Alice, one suffering from grief and dismay. Wonderland has changed because Alice changed and Wonderland will always be a reflection of her own mind. Only now the conjure of that fantastical place has become something much more dark, this land barren, shambled and a realm of desolate nightmare – the creatures within, disgruntled guests looking for more then just the mischief a prodigal protagonist, unknowing of her own protagonist qualities. My aim is to write as Alice as she explores Wonderland and learns that the secrets of retrieving her lost memory and answer to her tragedy, may also be hidden within. However, understanding these things will prove to set her on quite the unusual journey through various trials and dangers, with an assortment of curious yet, cynical and twisted relationships..
Further brainstorming for this plot is always negotiable.

More to come, maybe.

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Active Role-plays/Stories..

None!

(Not currently anyway!)