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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 24, 2013 0:36:12 GMT -5
Harley walked right in to this one, trying to steal a ruby from a Gotham jewelry store was probably not the smartest thing Harley could do, and thanks to the dumb Kid Flash she was caught. The cops walked Harley down the long hallway, her once white face was now wiped clean and her once red and black body tight suit was now replaced with the orange jump suit. The cops placed her in her cell. “Home sweet home Harley” she said to herself as she sat alone in the cell she’s been in and out of for the last couple years. She could hear the other villains yelling and making a fuss over their milk of their mail and the guards would just ignore them. Harley laid on her bed and pulled out her Joker Plushy she made when she was board. “Oh Mr. J I miss you already!” Harley hugged the little doll tightly.
Something was off about Arkham today, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it but she knew something was new. She looked over to the cell across from hers and saw a figure, “hay you….yeah you….hiya im Harley!” Harley introduced herself with a smile. “what’s your name?”
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Post by Scarecrow on Feb 24, 2013 1:04:19 GMT -5
Jonathan was sitting on the ground of his cell, trying to concentrate which was hard ones or twice he shouted at the top his lungs. "Will shut up I'm trying to think!" he was thinking about how he got here in the first place then he remembered and mumbled. "Stupid Robin." He was trying to get a few new followers but he only got 1 new member before he was stopped.
Jonathan heard a loud clang as the door to extreme isolation opened and he heard the the inmates going wild thinking to himself "must have a new female inmate." He saw the guards stop at the cell across from him and they threw the prisoner in he didn't hear the guards maibly because of all the sexual things being said by the other prisoners but he chose to ignore them. Then he heard a voice he immediately found annoying.
“Oh Mr. J I miss you already!” he sighed and went back to thinking all the phobias he knew, Acrophobia, necrophobia, negrophobia, homophobia, Katsaridaphobia. then he heard her talk again.
“hay you….yeah you….hiya im Harley!” Jonathan postioned himself that people from the outside could only see his body and legs not his face, he rarely showed that to anybody he never made exceptions.
“what’s your name?” again he heard the voice but in a place like this having allies is the most valuable thing. he replied in his normal voice.
"My name is Jonathan but most people call me scarecrow" He laughed his evil laugh.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 24, 2013 1:48:15 GMT -5
The blonde looked at him as he laughed, he had a funny laugh and it made Harley laugh. “I’m going to break out of here yeah know.” Her New York accent was one in a million; she couldn’t say one sentence without you hearing something New York. Harley was more of a side kick then anything and if she was going to escape she was going to need help and seeing as he was being friendly why not him, she would need to ask him more questions, the blonde gal laid down in front of her cell door and put a piece of gum in her mouth. Harley began to chew the strawberry flavored gum and smiled.
“Scarecrow, sound Scarecrowy.” She popped her gum and “well scarecrow mind telling Dr. Harley yer problems?” Harley knew she wasn’t a Doctor anymore but it was still fun saying doctor in front of her name. She watched the man closely to study is every move. If she was going to search help then everyone needed to be fairly smart. Her plan was to take over the Asylum, she was going to need more help than just Jonathan but he was a start, and he probably new more people here then she did.
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Post by Scarecrow on Feb 24, 2013 3:57:37 GMT -5
As soon as harley said she was going to break out he showed his face. Weirdly enough he was wearing his mask
"If you're going to hatch an escape plan first thing is don't say it out loud." he said but this time it was different his voice was more distorted then the first time he spoke and more electronic. He tried to ignore her comment about his alias, but he couldn't stop thinking to himself 'she's a few apples short of an apple pie.
“well scarecrow mind telling Dr. Harley yer problems?” he stood up and moved to the glass wall which held him in, he lowered himself so his mouth was directly were a few air holes were."Well I'm an ex Lead researcher here at Arkham, turned villain. I own a arsenal of fear inducing toxins many which can kill a man in a matter of minutes. I'm Smug, very smart, a bit sadistic and a cult leader. That pretty sums it up." he sat down in a crossed legged position. "So let me guess you need more people. That is going to be a problem most people who can help us out there committing crimes. The best I can do is rally up most criminals seeing they fear me and I know a way out of here, it's funny they don't put guards down there seeing Croc uses it every time he escapes."
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 24, 2013 15:52:34 GMT -5
Harley took in his appearance; she wished that she had her makeup she felt naked without it. “Well and they say I’m the blonde, they can’t even keep their inmates in check. When do we get fed, I’m starving” Harley thought about his escape plan but she wanted to do something that everyone would remember, she wanted to take over the Asylum, putting the cops in the cells and having the Inmates run the show, the only problem was the bat and his followers, “I have a huge plan but we need a lot of people, Mr. J will be so proud of me when he finds out.”
Harleys mind went back to the Joker and she missed him and wanted to please him, now she had a plan and with this cult leading toxic man at her side Harley was starting to get overly happy. “We are going to have much fun, a party at Arkham Asylum is just what this place needs, but after dinner.” Harley watched as the guards started coming around with dinner treys, she was starving her stomach made gurgling noises and she laughed as she popped her gum. “I wonder what’s on the cart tonight.”
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Post by Scarecrow on Feb 25, 2013 6:57:52 GMT -5
"Well thats Arkham for you, where the employees are corrupt and where the mad go madder. Ohh and we get fed every 6 hours on the dot, except in the middle of the night obviously." Jonathan was for once actually listening to hear carefully, even though her accent made him feel like his brain cells were committing suicide."So what is this plan that you're talking about I would love to hear more." He wasn't lying he was curious on what she meant by his idea he had never heard it something like it before. Then he heard the guards coming, quickly scarecrow sits in the position he was sitting before he began talking to Harley whole body seen except the face.
“I wonder what’s on the cart tonight.” "I don't know about you but there going to give me oat meal with a glass of water. Every night the same. as he finished the guard put a dinner tray into a ting shaft in his glass wall. Oatmeal with water. he reached into his oatmeal and then took his hand out.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 27, 2013 0:30:27 GMT -5
“Here you go Quinzel” the guards slipped her food in, it was slop, the kind of nasty stuff they mix together and throw on a plate. Harley wrinkled her nose at it, how could they feed her this nasty prison food, oh right she was in a type of prison. “This looks like it is sloppy Joes gone badly.” Harley began to laugh and put her gum on the plate. “I’ll save you for later.” The blonde began to eat her Sloppy slop joe and smiled “this isn’t that bad, wait did you say you use to work here in Arkham?” Harley was interested, she had worked here not that long ago and wondered if she knew him from her other life as Harleen. “I use to work here too; I was a docta, a true Psychiatrist, well until Mr. J saved me from this hell and showed me what true fun was.” Harley munched on her sandwich with joy.
(occ: I am truly sorry this is so short.)
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Post by Scarecrow on Feb 27, 2013 6:16:14 GMT -5
Scarecrow was still in the shadows when he took off his mask, after that he picked up his spoon and started eating his oatmeal "looks can be deceiving." He said delightfully ."And thats completely true for you. No offense." he slowly continued eating his food until he listened to harley ramble to herself about her bubble gum he heard the question, and harley's time before she became a villain and talking about this Mistah J and how he saved her. "My real name is Doctor Jonathan Crane. I used to work at the asylum, about... I don't really know how long ago it was. Know my turn for questions, I'll like to hear more about your plan and who is this mister J you're talking about? He finished his oatmeal and then went for the water finishing it up rather quickly. He put his mask back on, his mask a way of hiding from his taboo, a way of doing wrong while people frighten you.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 27, 2013 21:33:27 GMT -5
Harley watched him put his mask back on, how she craved for her makeup and her uniform; she smiled to the thought of the joker. “Well mista J is the crown prince of crime, the joker, my puddin’ who loves me.” Harley thought about her plan. “Well I’d like to take over the asylum, turn then stakes around, taking the guards as prisoners and the inmates as guards. But we are going to need more help.” The blonde New Yorker popped back in her bubblegum and smiled. “We need to figure out how to not let the bat and his crew find out about this, all we need is a bunch of heroes running round like they own the place.”
Harley ran her fingers through her soft blonde hair and smiled. “Is there anything you want to add to the plan Scarecrow?” Harley was open to ideas, the more mayhem the better. She heard the inmates yell for their pity pleasures and she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t understand how these weak bank robbers were in the asylum. Was it batman’s place to put everyone he caught, a trophy place for the big black bat?
(ooc we need more villains.)
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Post by Cassandra Cain on Mar 6, 2013 11:06:21 GMT -5
Cain had been sent to Arkham for the incident in Happy Harbor. Usually, they would have put her in a normal prison until Master Ra's could get her out. But The Detective had insisted on the young woman being placed in the asylum to "get help". Not even a week in the past and the young woman had already been labeled as mad for being unable to speak. Well, not speak in the traditional sense. She could convey her thoughts in a most eloquent manner through the utilization of body language, but most people couldn't understand what she was saying, even in the future.
The guards led the small oriental down the hall with a straight jacket, tied a little too tight to ensure she wouldn't kill them with the hands, and shackles on her feet so as to prevent her from effectively keeping her balance while kicking.
"Here ya go princess!" said the guard sarcastically as he tossed the young woman in the cell directly next to scarecrows. It was a simple feat for Cassandra to land on her feet, and glare at the man as if saying if she ever escaped he would be the first to die before she returned to her master. Following quickly, after the bars were closed, was her own personal tray of gruel with a fork to eat it. The men had neglected to remove the martial artist's trappings. But then again, it was probably the smartest idea they had all day.
Picking up the fork between her toes, the assassin began eating the slop that filled the tray, using them as easily as if they were her hands.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Mar 8, 2013 17:00:50 GMT -5
Harley watched as the guards brought in yet another girl, she was strange this new female she ate with her feet. Harley stared at her and popped her gum, “Hiya Toots. What ya in for?” Harleys New York accent showed as she spoke to the girl, then she looked at her newly found friend the scarecrow, “Scare, you got a girly next to you, she looks mean.” Harley thought about her plan and decided that she would ask this girl to join their party.
“Hey girly, would you like to join our party? You look like an enemy of the bat and his super friends.” Harley wanted to please The Joker, and taking over Arkham was her plan and she along with everyone else would pull it off and for once these villains would run the show. Harley made her way back to the back of her cell and pulled out a brick, she begin to make a new costume and she had been working on it for a while.
(shes working on making the costume in the sig im sorry its short DX)
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Post by joki on Mar 10, 2013 3:56:19 GMT -5
The door opened again as 4 armored guards entered pulling a crash cart with the Joker bound to it. He said Hello to everyone "Hi Zsasz, Hello Silent girl, Good to see scarecrow and Hellooo Harlai." he tried to sound romantic. they stopped by the cell next to harley's. They threw the crash cart in closed the cell door, pressed a button joker was free from the straps, weirdly enough he was wearing his suit. "Where's my dinner butch?' They guard put in a sloppy food with a spoon. "Yummy something with a side of something my favorite." he laughed as he said it.
He went towards the edge of cell and started taunting the Silent girl putting funny faces on the glass box his face was squished which he found hilarious and started laughing there was a shhhs "Who said that? I'll make your floor sticky. Not with soda pop." he shouted there was silent in all the cells. Joker had power among the insane even to the insane he was insane, he's like the king of insane so nobody wants to get on his bad side. "So what ye guys talking about?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Cassandra Cain on Mar 10, 2013 20:27:37 GMT -5
Cassandra glared Harley's way as she spoke up, recognizing the woman from the future. Rather than responding to the criminal she focused on eating. She hardly cared if people thought eating with your feet was odd, it was much easier than eating with your hands when wearing a straitjacket.
Noticing the Joker as he entered with her perrifrial vision. She chose to not turn her attention to the mad-man, unfond of him in the future that she was native to, and that was hardly going to change by being a few years earlier.
She even ignored the man when he attempted to mock her, knowing from experience that being ignored bugged him, she would simply sit there and pay no heed to him. BUT she would pay extra attention if others elected to attempt conversation with the small oriental, though it seemed the plan with her was to stay here until Master Ra's could get her out somehow.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Mar 13, 2013 21:07:37 GMT -5
"Hiya Mista J, Welcome home" Harley knew that arkham wasn't really a home but seeing that they all spent a lot of time their it was kind of like home. once everything got quite Harley let out a loud POP from her gum. "Well Puddin' we are talking about an plan to take over arkham, and escape of course." Harley wanted the joker to be proud of her for her wonderful plan. she looked at the silent girl on Scarecrows side and watched her. she was an odd one herself. Harley moved her eyes back on Scarecrow, "Well what do you say Scare you make this happen?" Harley was dancing for joy in her cell.
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Post by Scarecrow on Mar 17, 2013 3:52:18 GMT -5
Scarecrow started laughing in his weird electronic voice and opened his palm showing 3 little devices. "Of course I do." he placed one the door and pressed the center. The window began to crack then shattered. "These tiny machines give up such a high frequency of sound they will break any piece of glass. He walked out of his cell as 2 orderlies charged to him. He tripped one of them and punched the other in the throat as he went down in pain. "Idiots." he walked towards Harleys and Jokers cell placing 2 devices on there while he turned around and put one on Cassandra's cell. First Cassandra's cell broke, then Harley's. It took a while for Joker's to break.
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Jokers cell finally broke. "You guys do what you want I'm going to get my claw and then getting out of here." Scarecrow rushed to the door at the edge. he opened his palm moving some of the tiny devices away. he took one up and placed on the door and stepped back. The tiny devices beeped and a tiny explosion blew down the door. he walked in door. Only a few cracks of bones and yelps of pain were heard in the door. After that only screams of fear. He walked back down to his cell and put another chip on the wall. again the wall had a tiny hole in it. he rushed out as spot lights started following him. He then slid over to a sewer grate opened it and rushed in. He was gone
(leave scarecrow)
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