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i've only been in classes for the first week (which is four days, four days is a week for me) and I'm already
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The 38th (gif/icon) in your folder is your muse's reaction to being dumped.
Harley wasn't sure what she was supposed to do here. One part of her wanted to play a game, but the other part didn't want to hurt him. He was one of the only people she could really trust. Leaning forward, she placed a hand on his cheek, her thumb gently caressing. "'Ya know...there ain't many people in this city that care 'bout me...in fact, I can't think a'any off tha' bat..." She paused, meeting his gaze. "Why d'ya care 'bout me so much, Alfred?"
reigninghavok:
Alexâs mouth quirked into a smile, his eyebrows raising subtly. âThen youâve got an impressive memoryâ
Heâd never stayed anywhere as large as this for long enough, but he knew a lot of the names of the people in his old school. The amount of students there was hard to keep track of, but Alex along with many others had learned everyoneâs names and codenames.
âMy lack of coordination let me down, huh?â Alex assured her. âItâs not rude donât worryâ
âYeah, my nameâs Alexâ He offered a hand, ending his sentence on a question as a way of asking her name. âSorry for walking into youâŚ?â
"Ya, people say I got a photographic memory. Y'could say I prob'ly do." Harley grinned, pleased to be talking with the cute stranger. He was interesting. There was something about him...she couldn't quite figure it out yet, but she was going to. "Alex! Nice 'ya meet'cha." She took his hand before giving her name. "Harleen! But call me Harley, everybody does." She winked at him, shaking his hand gently.
"Oh, an', no biggie! 'Ya wouldn't believe how many people run int'a 'ya into this city..."
Feelinâ Flirtatious [closed]
conuxdrum:
  He offers a weak nod, in no condition to speak without his voice reaching embarrassing octaves. Heâs been through worse; days when  his face has been plumbed in the dirt by a fist in front of the world to see, yet he was contemplating choosing the latter over this horrid situation. Netflix would be a good distraction and needed one at that.
     â Iâll only watch documentaries. â   No true in the sightless; back home he was prone to view a ray of movies from documentaries to so call kid shows like Gravity Falls. Not everything he watched suit his fancy, many titles were selected for research or knowledge and occasionally the bragging rights to say that he has seen it. However when in publicâ how ever small the group, he wish to keep up appearances.   Her advances were not rejected,but he didnât contributed any aid to her cause. His body stiffen to her touch, joints remembering how to function after the kiss was planted and only so that he could wander towards to the couch, spouting out a random facts about kissing. He knew a lot for someone that spent most of his days in isolation.
     â The science of kissing is called philematology. Scientists who make their careers out of this study are called osculologists. This field of science is about as useful as geologists. Donât forget the ice cream when you come. âÂ
At least the mood had shifted into a more casual one.
Harley wouldn't forget the ice cream, and to be honest, his little spiel about the science of kissing was interesting. Once she dressed in some comfortable clothes, she grabbed the carton of ice cream, two spoons, and put them on the coffee table in front of the couch, sitting down next to Eddie and leaning against his side, grinning. "That's all fascinatin', Ed, really! I act'ally did't know all that..." She trailed off, grabbing the remote and bringing up her Netflix. "If 'ya know all that much about kissin', gee, I sure wish you'd teach me a 'lil somethin' somethin'..." She snickered, flipping through the choices on the TV. "Ooh! 'Ya seen this show?" Gravity Falls, go figure. "Consi'da it a documentary on Cryptozoology...Mabel? The main girl? Totes me." Harley nodded assuredly, clicking play.
A Temporary Job [closed]
wxddle:
Waitâ did he hear that right? Was she joking? For a moment Oswaldâs expression twitched a little, sticking somewhere between shocked, confused andâ well; maybe a bit of a coy smile. He rather hoped she meant that in a nice way and not in one of those cruel, belittling ways that he was so used too. Though he wouldnât say he was one-hundred percent certain it sounded like she meant it in a good way. Even if she meant he was cute like a puppy, it was better than âpatheticâ like some inept fool. In applying any logic to his situation he had to believe she was being niceâ considering you wouldnât want to insult your potential employer, right? The best part of all was that she did seem interested in his job offer and the sooner he could get her to work, the sooner he could get rid of the dud and the sooner he could continue making the money this place relied upon to keep Don Falcone placid.    â  Uh- yes, Miss, thank you!-You will. As    you recently witnessed, our current tender    isnât exactly working out. I think its due time    he takes a break- stress and all; poor thing-    so I am most certainly going to need someone    to take over for him. The job is yours if youâd like    it.  â
When he said break he meant something much more permanent than what the term implied, though she didnât need to know that. Oswaldâs skills in lying, scheming and excuses were far greater than his social skills in general ever could be and he already had various different ideas for the young mans disappearance and the reason for it. A shame really- but when you worked so closely with some of the mafiaâs highest ranking members, particularly those who were a suspicious, pitiless and corrupt as Oswald, death was merely an occupational hazard. He couldnât risk anything getting out and refused to make any of the mistakes Fish or Don Maroni had.Â
Sketchy. It was so sketchy. Harleen knew that the bartender that had been 'escorted' away wouldn't be coming back at all, and she knew that if she made a similar mistake (hopefully in abundance and not just once, but she was relatively sure she wouldn' be making any mistakes) that she could end up just like the poor young boy that got dragged away. But, quite literally, Oswald Cobblepot was putting a job on the table in front of her, if she wanted it. Of course she wanted it, and of course she was going to take it, but she knew that she was stepping further into the crime-ridden city by doing so. To be honest, was there any way out of it? Ah, well. the pointy-nosed cutie would be a nice distration. She wondered if he was a generous boss. "Sure. S'not like I've got any better options, and this looks like a groovy place." Harleen grinned. "So, assumin' there aren' any catches...shall we discuss business somewhere more private?" Her grin was inviting, flirtatious.
LIST 10 FAVORITE CHARACTERS ( ONE PER FANDOM ) AND THEN TAG 10 PEOPLE!
[Donât Reblog - Repost, please!] Tagged by: wxddle
Luna Lovegood - Harry Potter
Sophie Hatter - Howlâs Moving Castle (books)
Tony Stark/Iron Man - Marvel
Fox Mulder - The X-Files
Hiei - Yu Yu Hakusho
Android 18 - Dragonball Z
Princess Azula - Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rumplestiltskin - Once Upon a Time
Belle - Beauty and the Beast
Enoch OâConnor - Miss Peregrineâs Home for Peculiar Children
I donât really have anyone to tag, so if you want to do this, go for it!
[ooc] Munday, Munday -- the last one before classes start back and I'm out shopping with my boyfriend and his mom, slaying with selfies in the front window of a store where the boy is taking forever to shop. Sometimes, he's worse than me. :P
Answered/Closed
gentlemans-gentleman:
She was watching him; he felt her gaze without having to look. His eyes closed, a frown appeared â heâd made another mistake. An inexcusable one this time.
There was little he could do now. All semblance of propriety left him, if there were any in the first place. Heâd tried to hide it - and hide it well, he did. Until now.Â
A tired mutter:
âIâm  s o r r y.â
"Wait, no," Harley made a face, leaning a bit closer. "Whad'ya apologizin' for? There's no apologizin' 'ta be done, far as I can see it...hey, look at me for a minute, 'kay?" Harley had a heart, but it was saved for rare occasions. She wasn't sure if this was one of them, but in that particular moment she didn't want to be rude to Alfred -- he'd done a lot for her since she'd gotten to Gotham. So much, in fact, that she wasn't sure she could ever turn to anyone like she turned to him in times of trouble.
Feelinâ Flirtatious [closed]
conuxdrum:
   â Thatâs the a contradiction, Harley. â
When emotions and physical appearances failed, he could rely on book smarts to control the situation. Gravity closed in, targeting him alone to begrudgingly lean down. Hands not sure were to be, shakily hovered above her skin. And he could have sworn they were close enough to feel her breath against him. Once again his hesitation got the better of him as she moved away from him. It wasnât until then did he realize she was naked. A hand clasped down to act as a barrier from screaming and he did a 180 to avoid staring.
    â Me. â
Harley paused again. She was still smiling, but it was a sort of distant smile, like she knew she'd done something terrible but was trying to laugh her way through it, like she normally did. She rocked back and forth on her heels for a moment, before she shook her head. "Hey...Ed?" She started, her voice a little less cheery than her face would have him believe. "...'ya think...'ya might be interested in watchin' a movie with me ta'night? Like...lemme get dressed, grab ice cream from tha' freez'a for us 'ta share, and we can watch what'eva's on Netflix?" Now her smile seemed a little bit more kind, a little more genuine, like she really wanted to do this with him. For it to be a nice night and the embarrassment of the moment she ruined to be erased. "...kinda wish I'd kissed 'ya a second ago. Think I can get a do-over on that one real quick?" Actually, forget waiting on him to answer. Making sure the towel was tight around her (although her mun knew that was a mess up but is rolling with it now), she closed the gap between them again and leaned up to kiss him, and if he let her, her lips would've landed on his cheek. Harley saved politeness for particular situations and particular people. Edward was one of them.
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Hey guys! Just throwing it out there that I'm not trying to be inactive or anything--I've just been busy this past week. I should be back on a regular posting schedule sometime this week! :) I definitely need to be because I just realized tonight I've been getting a few threads messed up, so I may work on some replies tonight while working on a thread tracker for myself. Oops! Mistakes happen and I do appreciate that my partners have seemed to roll with them -- thanks! Also I haven't forgotten about that follow forever...we'll see! I may get more done tonight than I thought I would. xoxo~~
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have you heard the news that youâre dead? no one ever had much nice to say i think they never liked you anyway
reigninghavok:
 Alex gave a small smile.
âYeah I am, moved here from Westchester. Itâs a big city though, howâd you know?â He inclined his head at her, an air of polite disbelief. âYou seriously know everyone here?â
It wasnât beyond imagination really, some people paid more attention to the world and remembered more. Alex could barely navigate around the few square blocks from his new apartment, let alone work out the ins and outs of the place well enough to notice a newbie.
Harley grinned. âPretty much! When âya live here all 'ya life 'ya kinda know everybody. Plus, new people stand out like'a sore thumb â sorry 'bout it,â She frowned a bit. âDid'n mean 'ta sound rude.â Harley hoped she hadnât offended the young man. He was too cute to be offended. âSo, moved here from Westches'ta â whatâs 'ya name?â
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Humble Beginnings [closed]
circusbxy:
Jerome was just waiting for the day when he could FINALLY leave the circus. It was hell. He hated every second of every day. He didnât like anyone, but itâs not like he tried to socalise anyway. What was the point? He knew he wouldnât get along with anybody there. Heâd seen everyone around.
Everyone except for her.
How had he not spotted her before? Maybe because he was always stuck in the trailer cleaning up after his damned mother. Jerome stopped in his tracks as he was walking across the trailer park. There she was, head in her hands sitting on the steps beside him. He knew the feeling. He looked from left to right, seeing if anyone was nearby. âHeyâŚâ He moved to lean against the trailer beside her. âYou look a bit  down. This place does that to you. â
Harleen was on the brink of crying when she heard someone speak to her. She hadn't heard him coming; she'd learned to tune people out a long time ago, but with how distraught she was feeling, she didn't seem to be surprised by his sudden presence when she looked up to him. She looked tired, down and out -- and he already could tell before she looked up. "You're tellin' me." Harleen said, her voice quieter than she intended it to be. "Joined to pay my way through college courses an'...that's not even as fruitful s'I thought it would be." She sighed heavily, looking down. It only occured to her then that she didn't know his name. "I'm sorry, that's rude o'me. Pilin' all my troubles on 'ya when I don't even know your name...and 'ya don't even know mine. Harleen." She offered him a smile, albeit a little bit of a tired one, and her hand.
