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Post by The Green Goblin on Feb 22, 2011 19:23:25 GMT -6
The green goblin flies high above the sky with Harley resting on his shoulders. She moves a little twitching as the wind blows hard on her body. The goblin begins to descend to a deserted parking lot, an old decrepit building that looks like it survived five wars. The goblin steps off his glider, the glider turns on its engines and takes off.
The goblin kicks open the door to the building, the door smashes to the floor. He walks over to a chair and picks it up. He sets her body down on the chair and takes a rope from a nearby wall and ties it to her.
"What are you planning goblin?"
"Nothing you need to worry about Osborn."
"Just don't kill her."
"Yes, yes, yes Osborn you can stop the incessant whining."
The goblin walks out of the building, before walking back in to put the door on the hinges. He presses a button on his wrist, and the glider comes flying down. The goblin jumps on the glider and takes off.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Feb 24, 2011 23:47:03 GMT -6
Quinn awakes a few hours later her head clearing up, but she has to blink several times for her eyes to adjust, "Wow who turned out the sun?" She shakes her head and when she can see clearly again she glances around her surroundings. She wasn't outside near that forest anymore that was for sure, but she also didn't know where she was, she was about to just walk out of there and act like nothing happened, but when she found herself unmovable she looked down and freaked out finding her restraints.
"First you blow up my van, then you try to burn me to death, now this?!" She spoke angrily aloud to no one in particular, she continues her ramblings, "Oh if I get my hands on you!! I'll turn that green into black and blue!!" Actually deciding to see if she was talking to anyone she squints about. Notta' single person in sight, not even a mouse. She appeared to be in a warehouse that had long ago been deserted.
Not like playing this sudden damsel in distress act she struggled in her seat trying to do something about those ropes, which actually worked to a point. Managing to tip the chair over and fall on the back which hurt a bit, she shook it off and flailed about like a fish out of water. Somehow the ropes came loose on her, and she broke free. Jumping to her feet she hollered in victory and ran towards the door which already looked as if it had been kicked in. Shrugging she leap kicks at it sending it flying again. Without even thinking about it she took off trying to make space between her, and that warehouse.
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Post by The Green Goblin on Mar 12, 2011 18:26:08 GMT -6
A terrible headache awakens Norman from his deep slumber. Norman raises to his feet wearing a fancy green dress shirt that is wrinkled and dirty. He brings his hand to his head which is dripping with perspire, he stumbles though one of several living rooms throughout the mansion.
Norman reaches the bathroom at the far end of a long hallway. He turns on the water cupping his hands to gather as much of the water as he could, then he exits the bathroom and heads down the hall to the kitchen, going straight for a piece of bread.
He puts a piece of bread in the toaster and digs out a jar of jelly from the fridge. Norman eats breakfast before going to work. Norman walks in the front door of OSCORP to be greeted by Susan his security.
The headaches continue to get worse before an array of images floods into his mind. He starts to remember what he did last night.
"Oh Norman don't be so shocked." taunted the Green Goblin's voice for within.
"I said low body count goblin." Norman says in a stern voice.
"Now look who decides to grow a back bone, oh darn."
He gets to the elevator doors and the doors open. Norman steps in before pressing a button the doors close and Norman prepares for the night ahead.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 14, 2011 16:37:19 GMT -6
Meanwhile back in Gotham...
Not only was Gotham City one of the largest known towns, it's highways, and roads are the same. It would prove a task in a bustling city with honking cars, constant chatter, and smells, especially for a lone Jester who had to drag her carcass all the way to find one simple pay phone.
It was early morning already a night had past since she found herself anywhere near anything. She didn't know exactly where that warehouse was located only knowing that it was well out of civilized reach.
She was thirsty, hungry, and very tired by the time she found the pay phone, and above all else angry. No, she was over the boiling point. But she became suddenly anxious, and afraid when she punched in the numbers for Mistah J, already guessing his wrath that would be well over her own.
"U-um Mistah J?" She paused, "It's Harley."
She guessed right, and had to remove the phone from her ear in fear of going deaf.
"Sorry B-Boss It won't happen again." Still more yelling greeted her even though she tried to apologize.
She quickly explained what had happened to her over the past day, "A creep in green blew up the van, and tried to 'nab me. He goes by The Green Goblin. Cheesy huh?" She started biting at her nails, a bad habit that she did when she was nervous.
It was quiet on the other line before she heard him speak again. Listening intently a small smile slowly grew on her face, and she nodded to nobody in particular, "Right boss, I'll complete it as soon as possible."
With that she hung up a new mission personally set out for her, and her alone in hand. She could finally prove what she was worth to her puddin', and everything would be better... for today at least.
She ducked into the nearest alley suddenly realizing what passersby's would think if they say a Jester frolicking about.
Under her breath she murmured to herself, "Gobbie I'm coming for you." Then she started to make her way down the opposite end of the alley before she halted when her angry stomach growled at her loudly.
With a deep sigh she took the fact that she was very weak, and wouldn't be able to do whats needed in this state. She also came to notice that others wouldn't serve her in her costume, they'd likely ram the boys in blue down her throat.
She heard a small tink tink noise near her at the end of the alley, and looked to see that it was a old man shaking his spare change cup around for those that took pity.
Thank god for the homeless, she thought as she skipped gleefully towards him a grin spread on her lips.
The man stared up at the strange woman who appeared before him, his eyebrow raised in question at her attire, but he didn't take much interest into it, sanity was rare nowadays. He simple raised up his cup like he had been doing for days on end.
"Your not the only one needy for donations." She exclaimed happily her finger raised at him in a tsk, tsk fashion.
His confusion deepened. Which changed to fear when suddenly she pulled out a gun seemingly out of nowhere. [She had been carrying this with her on her person, just never brought it out until now]
With that she made him strip to his breeves leaving her with a new disguise. Afterwords she let him run away with his cup in hand.
Hey at least I helped the guy out. You get more sympathy in your boxers! Quinn giggled out loud heading to a secluded area back in the alley.
She changed quickly into her newly acquired long brown trench coat, matching baggy pants which were obviously too big for her, and stuffed her costume into a huge pocket that was on the inside of the coat, along with her gun. She smudged off the makeup looking at her reflection in a puddle to do so.
When Quinn was sure she looked civilized [and sane, gasp!] she headed on over to some place called Sammie's already feeling her mouth water at the thought of food.
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Post by The Green Goblin on Mar 18, 2011 23:28:32 GMT -6
"Norman, Norman, Norman you weakling how did you let a little clown girl get away? I think I would have better luck working with Spider Man than you, actually I think my new best friend should be that clown man we saw on the news a few days ago." The goblin poked.
"Don't joke about things like that goblin. I'm getting really sick and tired of you and your rude ways." Norman said in the most stern voice he could muster.
"Shut up Osborn, you make it difficult to fly when you speak."
The glider shook a little as the goblin flew closer to the city. The goblin was out and he was looking to finish some unfinished business. The goblin wasn't sure if he was more mad at Osborn for messing up last night or if he was angry over how difficultly the little clown girl made his night. He knew for sure that this night was going to go his way for once, he was going to find the girl, make her talk, find her boss and kill him. Not even Spider Man was going to stop. He cruised the skyline of Gotham looking for any signs of dismay and chaos going on below.
The city was without a doubt alive tonight. It was going to be hard to find this clown girl again, but he could do it, if he could get Spider Man to come out and play he could get this clown girl to come out and play. The goblin knew that this little one was not a hero so blowing some stuff up wouldn't get him anywhere.
"How are you going to find her Goblin?" Norman asked panicked.
"We're going to go split up the criminal underworld a bit Osborn." Laughed the goblin.
The glider went back up to the night sky carrying a vengeful goblin on it.
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Post by Harley Quinn on Mar 19, 2011 17:35:12 GMT -6
Quinn had gotten herself a meal, and even rest in the nearest motel. With force of course, nothing had to be easy for her, or else where would the fun be in that? She was still dressed in the trench coat, her costume safely hidden, but she still giggled, and twirled down the streets ignoring the odd looks she got. Save in a mask tehe! When Mistah J hears 'bout this he'll be... She paused wondering what exactly he WOULD be, so silly he won't be able to think straight for weeks~!
Really she is the one who was "silly" or better putting it insane. For some reason it just thrilled the jester to pretend she was someone she wasn't. And she just enjoyed playing dress up.
She spent the rest of the afternoon looking for leads to Green Goblin, but most people just gave her questionable looks having no clue about this masked villain. For that matter neither did she, he never was mentioned in the crime underworlds, nor by Joker before who on the phone had taken his identity with question.
Who is this guy?
It became night again, and she could already hear the sirens, and gun shots as chaos broke out. She REALLY wished she was there at any crime scene grinning from ear to ear, but she couldn't. At least this time she wouldn't have to stay in disguise. She passed by a hostage situation where the cops where trying to negotiate with a robber, and she quickly turned into a alley already pulling her costume out.
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