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Dr Harleen Quinzel

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See: DC Comic's Harley Quinn
@BlueSky44 @Lady Amalthea @Sohtem @Witch Cat @Pundii @Pirouette

Quick reminder that a few of you are nearing the 7 day limit when it comes to post
@CloseEnough @BlueSky44 @svd927

Can each of you please check in here in the OOC? I'd like to make a motion that we open this RP up for applications. I'll be posting a character sheet for Harley later tonight, after I see a movie with BlueSky.



Vivian Adder

Location: Town Center ---> Police Station
Interacting With: Passerby, Fugitive (NPC), Police


Vivian leaned against the base of the statue, looking over the information in front of her one last time. Brian Lenox, age 34, had received bail and then skipped his court date. The man was wanted for armed robbery, and with his friends and family living in Altsoba, Vivian expected she'd find him easily today. She glanced up at the statue behind her, and smirked a bit. It was a memorial to Isaac Stevens, territorial governor of Washington who died in the Civil War. Of course, hardly anyone knew that about him.

To them, he was just the random statue in the middle of town.

"Sucks, don't it?" Vivian laughed, patting the statue.

A few people had begun to trickle in, most of them meandering around the shopping district to kill time. The tiny podium had already been set up, and for some reason, a camera crew with a generator had already gotten into position. Glancing over at it, Vivian couldn't help but wonder where they had gotten it from.

A boy with shaggy hair caught her attention, and she walked as he wandered inside of Death Till We Part, one of the antique stores in town. Smirking a bit, Vivian folded up the piece of paper and slipped it in her pocket, slowly making her way towards the store. Already prepared to jump into action, she placed her hand on her concealed pistol.

The bell tinkled softly as Vivian walked inside, spotting Lenox in the back of the shop. For some bizarre reason, he was examining the tea cups. Rolling her eyes, Vivian slowly made her way back there, nodding at the shopkeeper. Most people in town knew what the reverend's daughter did--and so, she wasn't surprised when the shopkeeper's face turned white.

"Don't worry," Vivian smirked. "We won't make a mess. I'm a professional, see."

The shopkeeper seemed hardly reassured. Continuing on, Vivian pulled out her pistol discretely, and tapped the fugitive on the back.

"Boo!" Vivian joked, as he turned around, only to find a pistol firmly against his chest. Vivian broke into a grin, as he broke into despair.

"Please don't shoot..." Lenox whimpered. Vivian only rolled her eyes. She hated it when people begged, turning into sniveling little kids. For once in her life, she wished someone wouldn't crap their pants when she pointed a gun at them and handed them over to the cops.

"I don't get paid if you're dead," Vivian answered, rolling her eyes. Grabbing onto Lenox's shoulder, she marched him out of the shop, keeping the pistol nuzzled right up against his heart. She could feel his fear and terror, yet it bored her. It wasn't anything new--there wasn't any excitement. The walk to the police station was the same as collecting on any other bounty.

She craved something different.

"Brian Lennox," Vivian said harshly, shoving the fugitive at the cops on duty. "I'm here to collect."


Reverend Adder

Location: Number 5 Maple Road
Interacting With: His thoughts


The Reverend sighed as his daughter left, and sat down at the empty table. A lifetime ago, he would have been on the phone, discussing options with clients, and ignoring his wife's pleas for attention. A private chef would prepare his meals, a limo would provide his transportation. He had been a member of the one percent.

Of course, all of that ended what felt not too long ago. He traded in his armani suits for the cloth, and sold his mansion for a tiny house in a small town where no one had heard of Adder Industries. It was a fresh start for him, a way for him to start over. Glancing at a photograph of Vivian when she was small, the Reverend smiled sadly. Try as he did, he only seemed to enrage his daughter. Every word he said to her, she reacted to it like a vicious attack.

Holding his head in his hands, the Reverend quietly began to pray. "Oh Heavenly Father, bless this town and keep us from harm. I know that you have great plans for us, and let those plans be fulfilled...But please, please Father, spare the soul of my dear daughter. I fear there is something wicked at work inside of her."

The Reverend wept, muttering an amen. Vivian hadn't been the same in years. Yet he could never be sure if the memory of his sweet, good natured daughter was just an illusion, an image he had painted for himself and passed off as reality. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew his daughter was no different than the fugitives she brought to the police station. The only thing that had kept her out of jail was his wealth.

Shuddering, the Reverend prayed again, hoping to find some morsel of comfort. However, the more he prayed, the more he began to fear for Vivian. A darkness seemed to be within her, becoming more and more clear to his memory with each passing moment.

"It's just the way kids are," the Reverend said, attempting to reassure himself.

It hardly worked.
Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex


The mask came off easily for once, and Edwina gently set it down on the ground. Then, she allowed her body to obey the laws of gravity, and she fell to the floor. Sprawled on the ground, she closed her eyes, entirely and completely worn out.

”Where are we? What happened?“

"My childhood bedroom," Edwina said, between a cough. She glanced down at her arm, and swore a bit under her breath. Blood was still coming up. "Don't worry, you didn't miss much..."

Trailing off, her head hit the floor again, and she quickly fell asleep. Her body was designed to channel that much energy. For an ordinary person, it would have been enough to kill them. It was like being struck by lightning constantly and repeatedly, hardly beneficial for any party involved.
Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex


Eddie sighed a bit. It looked like Warlord would be the only one volunteering for the job. For a moment, she considered just sleeping in the park, until one of them would recover enough to be able to carry the other to her house. It was an easier one, a method she was guaranteed to enjoy better.

"You know what? Parks are nice, they're cool," Eddie said. However, she glanced at Mercury on the ground. Knowing him, the moment he woke up, he'd probably go and devour some kid that stole another kid's toy. She wasn't really certain as to how exactly he defined guilt.

Sighing a bit, Eddie grabbed the mask, her hands still trembling, and put it on. She was far too tired to get nauseous or queasy. Putting her headphones on her ears, she cranked up her loudest song to the loudest volume, hoping that it'd allow her to tune out Warlord.

"If you eat me, I'll blast sunshine up your ass," Eddie scowled. "Or the mask equivalent of an ass..."

With renewed energy, she picked up Mercury and lofted him over her shoulder, and began the walk home. It was a relatively short one, a fact that disturbed her slightly. She'd never shown Mercury her home address. Arriving at her house in just ten minutes, Eddie climbed up the tree on the front lawn, and opened up the window to her room. She pushed Mercury in through the window first, and then climbed in herself.

"Moooooooom! I'm home!" Eddie called out, figuring her parents would be asleep.

They were.

Good, she thought to herself. She put Mercury on the bed, and started to pull at the mask, trying her hardest to get it off.

She really hated these masks.

Especially Warlord.

She really hated Warlord.
Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex


Eddie broke out into a smile when she saw Mercury's agreement, and she let go. The light barriers vanished instantly, and Eddie went slack, desperately catching her breath. Her entire body felt crushed, and her head pounded, protesting her earlier decision. Before she was able to do much, however, she felt Mercury pick her up, and start to run. Eventually, he licked her face clean.

Eddie blinked at him. "I can walk, thanks," she said weakly.

He didn't seem to respond. Instead, he went over to a bench, set her and the bags down, and then collapsed. He fell over, completely unconscious.

Eddie sighed. Starting to stand up, her knees wobbled, and her legs gave out on her. Grimacing, she looked down at the collection of masks. She was really hating what a regular occurrence this was becoming.

"Which one of you wants to help?" Eddie asked, chuckling a bit. She couldn't call her parents and ask them to pick them up in some park. It'd be too...weird. She'd much rather wear a weird mask in order to be able to carry Mercury to her house, and once inside, hide her face until in her room. There, she could successfully collapse.

"I just need someone who can make me stronger...Playing with light is harder than it looks, you know?"
Edwina Fairfax

@Gilgex


Eddie would have raised an eyebrow at Mercury, had she the strength left. Twenty minutes in to holding up the light barrier, she was hardly aware of what was going on around her anymore, and struggling to perform the simplest of tasks. Mentally rehearsing several times what she would say to Mercury, in an attempt to be curt, Edwina continued to keep the light barrier up.

"Will you stop hurting them?" Eddie asked, only to cough up more blood. She let out a scream, tears trailing down her face. It had been ages since she flexed her mental muscles this much--the pain was unimaginable. Part of her wondered whether or not she'd black out sooner, rather than later. If she blacked out, it'd be as good as signing her own death warrant.

But she wasn't going to let Mercury become a monster. She wasn't going to let him maim and kill the people on the train. She found some comfort in the softness of the wolf-thing rubbing its head against her, but not enough to stop holding up the light barriers.

For all she knew, this was one of Mercury's tactics to attempt to get her to stop, and to let him kill the rest of the people on the train.
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