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Topic: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] (Read 212 times)
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Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Thread Started on Sept 30, 2009, 2:11am »
The hour was late, the sun long since set. Wayne Enterprises lay, from Pamela’s perspective at least, sullen and silent. Manicured fingernails folded themselves underneath a supple chin, propping her head up on the desk where the ember-haired perfectionist (now exhausted) petulantly ruffled through various folders and files both on her desk – or else clicked through the many plastered on her computer screen in such vast amounts if you closed one at least four more took its place. The test results had been dismal; no surprise there. Countless hours and sketches and models and test trials, wasted, in vain, pointless, hopeless. Pouting a little bit, her pink lips parting to hiss a well chosen scathe or two, she shoved away from her desk suddenly; heels propped onto the legs of the rolling chair so it slid a good ways back on the linoleum tile, her posture rigid and her eyes weary and stinging from both the dryness of the terrarium and the blasting environmental stabilization systems.
The overheard lights were off to simulate the nighttime dimness, the small lamps for the plants growing in cutting edge pens and attached to the long and meticulous rows of laboratory work area were set to a low white sort of aura - mimicking the glow of the moon had they been in the wild under different circumstances. As a result of this nighttime setting the rest of the laboratory was faintly lit, eerily gloomy except for her small workspace in the farthest left corner next to the lavatories, rest area and one of the smaller conference rooms. Petite fingers rubbed red-rimmed eyes gingerly before rising to massage and kneed temptes taut with exhaustion, frustration and worry over formulaic deadlines. Tongiht was just one of those nights.
Ping, ping.
"Attention - the service elevator is on it's way up. Do you wish to waive sanitational upkeep?" At first the automated voice brought a kind of comfort as it was the only sound she'd heard other than the occasional thrum of machinery or whirring of computer gears. But once she remembered there was no one on the other end and it was merely electronic know-how, she soon grimaced and shook her head as if the thing could see, hear, or understand empathetic gestures, much less thoughts or vocal responses.
Pressing a button to signify that wouldn't be necessary, cleaning was fine. She headed to the front of the subject way to slid her keycard and permit them entry. Sometimes they forgot their own.
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Re: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Reply #1 on Oct 1, 2009, 3:00pm »
As the elevator arrived on the proper floor and the doors opened to gain the group access to Pamela's floor... her shock was understandable. No cleaning through. But an elevator filled with three large men in clown masks - a young blond woman, made up to look horrifying and alluring at the same time... all standing behind the clown prince of Crime himself. The Joker.
"Thanks for letting us up, sweetie...." He mumbled, brows raised and giving an enthusiastic nod as he casually strolled off. His eyes immediately began roaming around the room in curiosity. "Wanye Enterprises certainly is welcoming. Hm." He said.
The clown henchman gruffed in, heavily following Harley as she trailed after Joker. They kept a strong stance near the elevator, and also a locked door leading to a stairwell. Turning, after he'd mumbled to himself while looking around the room - the Joker looked back to Pamela. "Oh... introductions. Introooooductions." He mused, giving a smirk. "You should know... WHO I am. But THIS... this is Harley. My Harley, my Harley." He said proudly, gesturing to his girl. Glancing back toward the gorillas in mask, he motioned to them in mild interest. "And they're not important." He said with a growl, his mood shifting as it so often did erratically.
But it switched again, as he looked back to the red-headed lab rat, with a smirk. "Y-You know... I expected to find a man up here. But YOU... you're so much better. Men make everything so difficult, hm?" He said, moving toward her and putting a strong arm around her shoulders. Joker began to forcefully drag her along with him as they moved toward some of her growing plant life. But as they reached it and he released her, he noticed some red hand smudges on her white lab coat. "Oh.... oh, I'm sorry.... guess I should've washed my hands." He giggled, "Didn't think those guards would leave such a mess. BUT we'll leave that to the cleaning crew once they find a way out of that storage closet." He said, nodding to her; his eyes dark and large like a deranged puppy's.
His eyes were once more caught by the large plant life protruding from it's containment, growing oh-so-lavishly.
"I... um, need a favor." He began, nodding to her as he continued to browse around. "I ammmmmm branching out. Knives are wonderful, yes yes we know this... but... laughter can be infectious. It SHOULD be infectious. I WANT it to be infectious." Joker explained, a small grin on his face, as if he were merely having a pleasant conversation. "I want a toxin. I want one." He said matter of factly, moving his dark eyes back to Pamela. "Annnnnd I had a little bird tell me that YOU... were... one to see. Intelligent. For a woman." He mumbled shrugging. Before she could protest his sexist comment about an intelligent woman - Joker cleared his throat, and motioned for one of his goons to come forward.
The monster of a man, garbed in a clown mask - tossed a rather sizable duffel bag down near Pamela. The zipper being partially open, a few bundles of cash tumbled out... the lumpy size of the bag indicating it was a good deal full of more. A sizable contribution, no doubt. "I paaaaaaaaay handsomely for good work. Hm?" He said, raising his brows as he looked to her.
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Re: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Reply #2 on Oct 2, 2009, 7:52pm »
When the doors opened, there was a momentary flutter, an equal mixture of thrill and apprehension, but Harley already knew which of these would win out in the end, standing proudly behind the man she'd devoted herself to, then following as he exited the elevator, paying no mind to the three thugs behind her, and then only briefly glancing to each one as they took their posts to secure any possibility of escape.
As the newest member of the Joker's gang glanced around the room, the young woman's attention was drawn to plants that were clearly being lovingly cared for and she moved to take a closer look. "Pretty," she mused with a smile, an expression exaggerated by the painted lines. But she wasn't here to admire, she had a different purpose, and Harley didn't want to be caught focusing on anything but that and risk losing favor with the Joker, so she quickly resumed her place close by him. Her blue eyes sparkled as he introduced her, bouncing where she stood when he referred to her as his, a big smile stretching across her red lips, followed by a squeal. She gave several enthusiastic nods, repeating, "His. That's right, his!" with a wave to the red-head. "Nice to meet ya!" Giggling at the henchmen's lack of importance, Harley brushed them off with a flick of her hand. "Ha! Sooooo not important."
The smile faded and her eyes darkened, however, as she watched the Joker put his arm around the other woman's shoulders and lead her off. Harley softly growled, but she kept herself in check so that he wouldn't notice. Logically, she knew the reason behind his action, but the mere sight of him touching another woman, for whatever reason, sparked a jealous fire in her and she paid very close attention the next few minutes, relaxing only once the Joker finally let go of the red-head. This little change in Joker's new girl didn't go unnoticed by the three henchmen, but only one of them smirked to himself, the expression safely hidden behind the clown mask he wore.
Harley folded her arms across her chest and turned in the direction of the goon the Joker had motioned to, her gaze following the path of the duffel bag as it was tossed toward the other woman, before she decided to head over to the desk and sit down on the chair the lab girl had obviously previously occupied before their arrival, kicking her legs up on the desk and then reaching for a few of the folders and files so that she could begin snooping through them. The little harlequin didn't really care about the information these pages held, but it was fun for her to rifle through someone else's business that she had no entitlement to other than believing she had every right, simply because she was there and it was available for her to go through. After briefly looking over every page she pulled from a folder or file, Harley would feign some interest in what she was reading and then carelessly toss the sheet aside to let it fall to the floor.
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Re: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Reply #3 on Oct 13, 2009, 1:59am »
A sharp intake of breath – the stiffening of the body in fright, a cringe, a shudder. . .
Pamela’s eyes widened slightly – and, despite fighting off the urges to scream, thrash or vomit (bundle of nerves that she generally was – kneaded, wound-tight, writhing ones) she merely fought the tension in her body and set her tongue to etching the backs of her bottom teeth; her upper set gently biting her lower lip in cold, unabashed fury. Fury and slightly quaking fear. The deviant’s comment cause the bile to bubble and churn and, noting his mistress – deranged sidekick – little scanty plaything tailing like a sick, cold, puppy along with his cronies in masks, she sneered slightly. Pamela was tired, scared, angry, and not in the mood.
Tension filled every tendon, every lithely corded muscle in the up-make of her body when Joker’s arm went about her shoulder. She, poised on the balls of her feet, swiveled and pivoted, gliding along with his forceful prodding wake, her ears and eyes taking into account what it was he so desired and her mind debating whether to knee him in the testes or to punch him in the face and try to make a run for the security button or door. But when he paused, just after deciphering his plans, defiantly stating her sex as reliable for anything more than breeding (or so seemed implied) she took her stand. The entire time this whole conversation was going she had merely shaken or tilted her head; copper-tinted curls choreographing a sweet dance about her face as he prattled and his little harlequin took to inspecting the place and rifling with her things.
But.When.It.Came.To.Toxins; she drew the line. Stepping off to the side, swatting his arm off her shoulder like a poisonous spider, fighting waves of revulsion, she met his gaze defiantly and pouted her lips petulantly. The light radiating from the overheads caught her curls in radiance. They were now the color of rustic autumn leaves.
“Keep your blood-money bribes. The answer is clearly, no.”
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Re: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Reply #4 on Oct 27, 2009, 8:04pm »
He squinted as she responded simply, “Keep your blood-money bribes. The answer is clearly, no.” The red head told him. He couldn't help but look at her like she was stupid; shaking his head slightly as he looked around the room... glancing to each of his gorillas, looking for some kind of explanation as to WHY she was speaking, and refusing at that.
"Uhhh... you... you are under the impression... thaaaaaat... you have a CHOICE in the matter?" The Joker said awkwardly, glancing back to Pamela with a quirked brow. Reaching into his pocket with a long sigh, the clown's tongue came out to wet his scarred lips as he pulled out a trusty, long switchblade. Flicking it open, he clicked his tongue in his cheek as he walked toward Pamela. But instead of stopping at her, he merely paused - looking over her with his dark eyes as if sizing up a new project... before moving past her toward some of her growing plants. Looking back to her, he began cutting off stems, holding them up and showing her, the letting them flutter to the ground before stomping on it with his shoe.
He did this a few times, a number of muffled giggles escaping his lips as he attempted to annoy her. "And that's just the beginning," He joked, quirking a brow as his head titled and he stared at her. Motioning with his head toward his masked gorillas, one stepped forward and tossed the bag of money - again - toward Pamela. "I don't want this to be.... uh... annnnnnnnnny more... difficult than it NEEDS to be." He said, shaking his head as he walked toward her with his switchblade. Glancing to Harley, as if keeping an eye on her, he looked back to Pamela. "Let's be realistic. Hm?... We know you're going to say yes. Because... we-we KNOW that you don't want to see Aine Isley have an unfortunate accident. And because we know that you DON'T want to find Meg Isley washed up in the Gotham shipyard. Hm. Hm?" He mumbled, looking to her as if it were truly tragic.
Nothing had happened... yet, of course. But that didn't mean it couldn't.
He listened half heartedly as Harley began to persuade the woman in her own way. There. Having a chick around was already coming in handy. His woman could persuade other women to not be so stupid, and to do what he said. Frankly, he had no use for the gentle approach and was quickly loosing his patients with the red-headed stubborn bitch. He wanted a tester. He wanted an evaluation, an investigation of what he could use to get his toxin. Granted, he'd probably take it to Crane once she was done... and get him to do some final touches to give his gas that extra effect. But until then, he needed this girl to do the research. The preliminary testing. But it WOULDN'T happen if she didn't smarten up and do what he ordered her.
Hell. He had no problem with killing her parents to get the message across. It was a threat, but not necessarily an empty one. Joker had already managed to ruin that young acrobat's life... and had decided to leave that kid alive, so as to further the pain. No point in killing him and sending him to the hereafter with his stupid, flying dickhole parents. Crossing him. Their mistake, not his. Letting out a tedious sigh, and Joker tilted his head and looked to Ivy - waiting for her SECOND... and perhaps BETTER... answer to his demand. He twirled the knife eagerly in his hand, half of him almost wanting her to say no.
What was he saying... half of him.
ALL of him wanted her to say no. Just once more. Give him that excuse.
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Re: Say it M Y way [iso: Joker, Harley] « Reply #5 on Oct 29, 2009, 10:03pm »
Just a few minutes after occupying the chair, Harley had gone through every folder the lab girl had on her desk, pages and pages of information strewn about on the floor around her. Those that had fallen too close to the chair, were now shredded or torn from the wheels of the chair rolling over and catching whenever Harley moved around. With the last folder in hand, the blonde's gaze traveled across the room, a smirk on her lips as she watched the exchange between Joker and the other female. This time, she hadn't bothered to read what was inside, Harley simply tossed the folder up into the air and let the papers flutter in every direction before the now empty folder hit the floor.
Lifting her shoulders and drawing them up against her, Harley gave a tight shrug and squinted her eyes shut to utter a phony apology. "Sorry!"
With that taken care of, Joker's protege started to look around to see what she could mess with next. Sliding closer to the computer, she'd found her answer. Much of the information on the screen and in the various windows, appeared to hold just as much garbage as the folders had, and were more than likely very important to the red-head and possibly other employees in this department or Wayne Enterprises, as a whole. But to Harley, it was nothing more than trivial gibberish that she didn't waste any time on trying to determine what the codes, figures or results meant. She randomly started deleting information without checking to see what it was, hoping to cause disruption, whether it was minor or major, for her own amusement.
It wasn't until she had deleted dozens of files that Harley paused. Hopefully, she hadn't removed anything that would be beneficial to her clown. Momentarily freezing in place once she thought about the possibility, the harlequin's blue eyes grew wide and she slowly curled her fingers away from the keyboard and backed away from the terminal, just in case. That way, if she had mistakenly destroyed something of use and the Joker hadn't noticed her sitting in front of the computer, she wouldn't have to take the blame.
Harley glanced in his direction again and after noting that his attention was still on the other woman, she casually pushed against the chair to slide it back over to the other side of the desk again, propping her elbows on the edge and resting her chin in her hands. Then she heard the red-head's refusal. Harley straightened. At first, she thought she was hearing things. No one would be that stupid and turn down an offer from the Joker himself. The very idea was ludicrous. She couldn't have refused him, and yet Harley watched as he looked around the room at his men, clearly disbelieving what he'd just heard, and that told her it was true. She sighed. "Stupid, stupid woman," she muttered, more to herself than anything and shook her head. "Tsk, tsk. I almost feel sorry for you."
When the Joker produced the switchblade and flipped it open, his adoring servants eyes glazed over. She breathed in deeply and rose from the chair, anxiously awaiting to see what he was going to do to the woman. Expecting the lab girl to be cut, Harley moved around to the front of the desk and took a few steps closer to them, so that she could see it happen. But the Joker only approached the stupid girl, paused briefly and then went on over to her plants. Harley frowned as he cut the stems, held them up and then let them fall to stomp on them. "But those were pretty, Mister J," she uttered in quiet protest, though Harley hadn't meant for him to hear her and she doubted that he actually could hear her from where she stood.
Seconds later, when he glanced over to her, there was a moment when Harley feared that she was wrong, but the Joker's expression gave no indication of that and since she had time to give him a quick smile before he looked away again to continue his threats, instead of finding herself knocked across the floor, Harley was confident that she was right. Stepping even closer to them, she gave an exaggerated sigh and crossed her arms over her chest as she fixed her gaze on the red-head. "Listen. You really don't want to say no, Red. Believe me. Not to Mister J. Whatever pride you're latching on to, let it go for the sake of your family. He can and will get to them if you don't do this. So do them and yourself a favor. Smarten up."
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