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( ;Harley. )

“Hey! No problem-o Blonde Xena! Can’t have hardened criminals runnin’ ‘bout!”

There’s a smile on her lips, Harley tucking her pale hands in her back pocket. It’s not that Harley needs to help out (or really should, because after al— she is a felon herself) but she enjoyed her time with this girl. Harley never had a lot of friends, not really when it came down to it. She was always lonely— especially now, away from Arkham and other felons—- there was no one but herself.

So maybe that was why she followed after the girl, hands clasped tight together. “Hey! Now that you’re done with your bounty n’ all. Whatcha say 'bout gettin’ a drink! I mean— you gotta be hungry after your arrest n’ I know I could eat an entire horse!” She’s hopeful– please say yes– please don’t leave her alone.

On most occasions, Emma would have left it at a ‘thank you’ and been on her way. She wasn’t really the type to hang around people all that often. She didn’t really have friends, definitely didn’t have any family. And most days, she didn’t mind not having friends; she didn’t really trust people enough to have them. Not after what had happened to her the last time she trusted someone. At least that’s what she always told herself, that she didn’t need friends let alone want them, that she didn’t mind being alone. She always told herself she was better off that way and that it didn’t bother her. But in all honesty, it did. It bothered her a lot. It wasn’t some-- thing she always acknowledged, and definitely not something she ever let other people see, but it was there all the same.

Maybe that’s why she hesitated instead of immediately turning down the invitation. What harm could it do? It wasn’t even like the other blonde was asking for some large commitment of friendship anyway; she just wanted a drink and some food. So why not? She could eat.

‘ Uh....yeah, sure. Why not, right? ’

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )

( ;revvupyourharley. )

Harley Quinn is all to happy to oblige Emma as the bike is pulled off and over to the side of the road. At least this guy knew not to put up a fight. Which in all confession is kind of a shame. Harley would’ve been more than pleased to deliver a beat down. Oh Well– She’ll take her punch.

“You know— if you’re gonna run, you did it allllllll wrong. No wonder you got caught.”

Harley was a master at escaping her chargers, even now, reformed, she was still wanted in twelve states. Something she is rather proud of. Who else could avoid that many jurisdictions? Not that Emma needs to know that. Harley slips from her bike, flashing a brilliant smile.

“Hey! Hey now! Don’t you give me a look like that! That’s RUDE! Really!”

No matter— Harley got a reward coming! Her fist is primed, Harley winding her fist back before BAM. Fist connects to jaw roughly, Harley not bothering to hold back. Why should she? He didn’t hold back in giving her new friend trouble.

“That’s for almost ruining my new dress.”

True to their deal, Emma fully intended on letting Harley get a punch in on the guy, so she doesn’t stand in the way as Harley follows her off the bike and gives the guy a little lecture of her own. Still, there’s this tiny hint of amusement in Emma’s eyes as she watches the other blonde give him a hard time. Really, she couldn’t have picked a better person to stop and ask if they’d seen the guy. Not only did she get a ride to chase him down with, but she didn’t even have to fight the guy herself ( though normally she did enjoy that part a little bit, especially after chasing them down ). It couldn’t have worked out any better. ‘ Whoa, nice punch, ’ Emma comments, able to feel the force of the other blonde’s blow as she held the guy still. He wasn’t really trying to escape anymore, but she wasn’t about to take any chances. After her small compliment, she turns her attention pack to him. ‘ So, because of your little stunt, you’re back off to jail, and I’ve got a nice paycheck coming back to me. ’ She then waves down a cab while she calls a friend of hers down at the police station. Shoving him in the back of it, hands tied she tells the cabbie where to take him, and her friend that she’s sending a present his way and to make sure someone’s out there to collect him. Having him chased him this far, she just wants him out of her sight and her money back--doesn’t want to deal with him anymore.

‘ Thanks for helping me out. Seriously, you’re a live saver. ’

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )

( prxncecharming. )

That was never good. That preface usually meant bad news, and given their lives, and how they were almost always in peril, his brain automatically thinks worst-case scenario. “I don’t like the sound of that.”

Yeah....he was going to freak out. She’d freak out if it was her....well, she already was freaking out a little bit. Or maybe a lot. But she did just misplace her baby brother so she figured that was as good a time as any to freak out. ‘ So, I maybe might have accidentally sort of ....lost track of Neal...BUT I swear he was here like two seconds ago, he couldn’t’ve gotten too far. ’

#prxncecharming #( v; a town in maine. )#( ;prxncecharming:001. )#I DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO BUT THIS IS AMUSING BYE.

prxncecharming

‘ Okay, before you freak out....--- ’ So, she didn’t actually have the qualifier for that statement....she’s just really hoping he won’t freak out.

#prxncecharming #( v; a town in maine. )#( ;prxncecharming:001. )#...i'm dating gold.#JUST KIDDING.#I DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE A THING FOR WHAT THIS MIGHT BE.#BUT YOU WANTED A THING SO.#HAVE THIS PIECE OF RANDOM TRASH.

( ;harley quinn. )

Harley’s already raring to go, far too pleased to be apart of a real chase. Once Emma was loaded on, Harley kicks off, being none too easy with the acceleration. She liked to go fast! And this bastard was gonna be caught if she could help it.

Blue eyes are fixed on the road, scanning for just where the guy had gone. Oh— There! Harley flashes a bright smile. Good. The guy was a slow runner. Easier for Harley. She slows the bike, speeding along side the street until she’s caught up to him. “Hiyyyeeee! You should really stop runnin’ now. I think we got ya’.”

The perp looked back in surprise, panting as he continued running while Harley pulls up along side him. Emma grants him a hardened glare from the back of Harley’s bike and he finally slows, a look of defeat on his features as he doubles over, clutching his side in pain as he tries to catch a breath. Finally. Emma’s been after this jackass for weeks after he missed his court appearance, and she sure as hell wasn’t about to miss out on the money that was due to her. This was her only source of income, but she kind of had a gift for finding people and she knew she’d get him eventually. Hopping off the bike, she walks up to him and grabs him roughly by the arms and secures his hands with a zip-tie. Not being a cop, she’s not afforded handcuffs, but zip-ties do the trick well enough for her needs. ‘ You’re a real piece of work you know that? Did you really think you wouldn’t get caught? Come on--- ’ All he does is huff and wriggle halfheartedly, too tired from running to really make any attempt at escape. ‘ Didn’t think so. You know you almost knocked my friend here over? I think you owe her an apology. ’ Once more he grunts and wriggles before turning to look at Harley and glaring at her too. He doesn’t even know her but she’d help catch him so he's not a fan.

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )

Harley Quinn.

Oh now it’s time for a party. Good thing this broad wasn’t above letting a girl get a few punches in. Not that a life without crime hadn’t been good for Harley, she was enjoying the lack of bruises and broken bones, but there was an excitement missing, one Harley craved more than anything. So with the woman’s agreement, Harley flashes a bright grin, offering up her helmet to the blonde.

“Yay!!! I’m Harley by th’ way! Harley Quinn! Real pleased t'meet ya!”

THe bike is revved, primed to go as soon as her newfound companion joined her. They’d get the bastard!

Inwardly, she chuckled at the other woman’s excitement. It sure as hell hadn’t been expected, but it sure as hell wasn’t disappointing either. It’d be way easier catching the guy on the back of this chick’s bike than running after him down the street like a madwoman. And by the sound of it, she wouldn’t even have to do all the dirty work if she really was set on getting a punch in herself. ‘ Emma Swan, ’ She offered her name in return as she took the helmet from the other blonde’s hands, pulling it down on her head and fastening it. Then without further ado, she hopped on the back of the woman’s bike as she revved it up, wrapping her arms unceremoniously around her waist to hang on as she drove. ‘ You said that way, right? Let’s go. ’

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )#WHOOPS I'M TRASH AT BEING ON THIS BLOG.

higherformofbravery

Blinking her eyes, the savior, looks around her where she lays on her back, hair fanned out and tussled underneath her. A small groan is emitted as she sits up. She doesn’t even remember having fallen asleep, in fact, she doesn’t remember much of anything at all. And when she’s finally sitting up, she realizes she’s not even sure where she is. Not a single thing is discernible or familiar, all around her is a hazy darkness. She can see well enough, but all around her is black. Standing, she runs her hand through her hair, taking in her surroundings. As she does, things start to become more clear, come more into focus, shapes forming around her and she looks to be in her apartment. Though the darkness remains, it’s not quite the sunny looking apartment ( thank Mary Margaret’s decorative skills for that ) she remembers, but the furniture, the layout, it’s all the same. It all just looks darker. And it’s silent too. No one else appears to be there and unable to remember what she was doing before she awoke, she hasn’t a clue where everyone else is. Not Henry, not her parents, no one. Though even the silence feels different to her, darker somehow than it should be. Slowly, she walks around the apartment, peeking into each of the rooms, not seeing or hearing a soul. She’s on high alert even though she can’t quite explain why, but she feels the need. Something isn’t right. She can’t put her finger on it, but something, something is....OFF. Coming into the kitchen area, she turns her head listening for any sounds before she calls out into the open. ‘ Hello......anyone...? ’

#higherformofbravery #( v; tbd. )#( ;higherformofbravery:001. )#idek tbh but here's the thing!

( wendy. )

She chuckled and nodded her head in understanding of why Emma might ask such a thing. It wasn’t exactly as if they had made the details of their relationship very public.

“I couldn’t stand him at first. Not with knowing what he did to Baelfire. But when I actually spoke to him on the subject, some of the things he said just–” She paused and shook her head. “It made me realize that there was a reason Bae had forgiven him, and that it would be a disservice to his memory to not attempt to do so as well. We simply grew closer from there, having far more in common than either of us might have originally thought. Reluctantly at first and then far more than either of us was willing to admit later down the line. Neither of us was expecting nor did we think the other would feel the same, but it was a great relief to find that the feelings between us were mutual.”

Emma listened attentively as Wendy spoke. For one, she was genuinely interested. It wasn’t every day that someone so much as liked Gold let alone wanted a relation-- ship with the man. Now, Emma didn’t hate Gold per se, but she sure as hell didn’t have any plans to buy him a drink and hang out any time soon. Not that she could even picture Gold doing something like that anyway. Second, she actually liked Wendy. There weren’t a whole lot of people that Emma clicked with, but Wendy was genuinely friendly, and they both had cared about Neal--or Baelfire to Wendy--and that was important to her. That meant something to her, and earned the other woman a great deal of respect from the blonde. ‘ You know, I think I can kinda see that. ’ She paused, a musing sort of look in her eyes. Then, she sat back in her chair, getting a bit more comfortable and re-- laxed, slipping into casual conversation with the other woman. ‘ I think it’s a good thing---not that you need someone’s opinion or approval, but...well, ’ She gave a slight shrug. Emma would have added more to that point, but she lost track of her thoughts along the way, not sure what her point had been at first.

#xthimble #( v; a town in maine. )#( ;xthimble:001. )#( ;i can spell queue. )

( revvupyourharley. )

Another city, another life– It was becoming routine for Harley to move herself every few months in order to escape her ex and the life she left behind. But freedom? Well, that was worth it. She had only just arrived, leather duffle bag slung over her shoulder as she pauses to take a look at her surroundings. That is until she’s interrupted by a rather frantic looking woman.

Blue eyes open, and then close once more, blinking rapidly at the fellow blonde. “A beard? Ummmmmm——— Oh yeah! Nearly knocked me over th’ bastard— had a right mind t'deck ‘im. But I’m tryin’ t’ be better about that lil habit. Anyway——- he went that way?”

One long manicured finger is lifted, pointed off down towards the next street. “Hey! Hop on okay? We can take my bike, I’ll help y'find him if y'let me punch him.”

Emma looked back at the blonde hopefully. She had a big pay day coming in if she could catch that guy, so she was banking on this woman at least having seen him. When she answered, Emma’s look went quickly from hopeful to...well, a little caught off guard by her response. It was the bit about her wanting to have hit him, that did it. Inwardly she smiled, amused. At the mention of what direction he had gone, she immediately turned to chase after him again until the woman’s voice stopped her.

This time, her brow quirked at her response. Hell, knowing what direction he’d gone in would’ve been good enough for her, but she hadn’t expected her to offer to help. That was certainly above and beyond the call of duty. But she wasn’t about to turn the offer down, she’d lost enough time already just asking where he’d gone. With a chuckle at her still being intent on punching the guy, she nodded in agreement. ‘ You got yourself a deal. ’

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )

ahbutimanasshole-deactivated201

Rumple and Emma Fight Scene 1 / 2

#( ;gold. )#( ;savior. )#( ;otp: desperate souls. )#yeah i'm tagging it w/my ship.#fite me.

ahbutimanasshole-deactivated201

Rumple and Emma Fight Scene 2 / 2

#( ;gold. )#still taggin him as gold.#( ;savior. )#i kinda make a frowny face when other rum's reblog this.#even tho like.#that makes sense.#huffs at them all.#i'm awful.#B |#( ;otp: desperate souls. )

( revvupyourharley. )

Running full speed out of the alley, she came to an abrupt stop when she reached the sidewalk on the main road. Turning her head, she looked left then right look-- ing for the guy she’d been chasing. Unfortunately she didn’t see him anywhere. ‘ Son of a-- ’ Turning around once again, she carded her hands through her hair in frustration. She’d been after that guy for weeks and finally caught up to him only to have him get away. What a fricken waste. But she wasn’t going to give up just yet, not without at least asking if anyone saw him. As she turned, cursing inwardly still, she caught the eye of a blonde woman and shouted out to her.

‘ Hey! ’ Quickly she jogged to the other woman’s side. ‘ You happen to see a guy run outta that alley? ‘Bout six feet, shaggy brown hair...uhm...a beard. Definitely had a beard. He was wearin’ a flannel--green, grey shirt under it, and blue jeans---? ’

#revvupyourharley #( v; bail bondsperson. )#( ;revvupyourharley:001. )#basically pre storybrooke.#tada!

there’s like 100 of you still following me??? ur weird. but fyi, i’m returning this to a private blog. i just did some hella unfollowing (mostly inactives) and will do more soon (mutuals who’ve unfollowed while i’ve been gone for the most part). to me, private means private. like. i won’t be hella seeking out interactions on here, and interactions will take place mostly by request. you can talk to me on skype or on my rum blog if you wanna request threads or something. my emma muse is just hella fickle and while i love writing her, she’s v picky about doing things. she wakes up once in a blue moon/will work when given something to work with. that’s all. thanks.

#( ooc. )#does anyone even pay attention to this blog??#hopefully not.#:/#i'D LOVE TO KEEP HER ACTIVE AND DO THINGS W/PEOPLE AND SHIT.#BUT SHE'S A BUTTHOLE AND DOESN'T WORK W/ME ALL THE TIME.#/rum just pushes her out of my head a lot tbh.#but i am here for the moment if anyone here wants to do things?

wendy.

“It’s quite alright, I can understand how it might look to others. Honestly, we didn’t even expect it ourselves. Even finding enough common ground to become friends came as a bit of a surprise.”

She didn’t blame her for finding it so odd. Especially given she had only appeared as a child when Emma first saw her, and even once she had returned to her former age there was still quite the difference between them. Not to mention her connection with Baelfire and the simple fact that most in this town didn’t even like Mr. Gold.

emma continued to offer little more than a shrug of her shoulders and a polite, and in some ways understanding nod of her head in response to wendy’s words until something caught her attention. them, gold and wendy, having found common ground to have even become friends. she had noticed it happen, seen them talking before the whole thing of them kissing in the middle of the diner, but she hadn’t really given it much thought until after that. and again just now. ‘ yeah, about that. how--how exactly did that even happen? i mean. he’s not exactly the freindly kinda guy. could be worse i guess, but. well, i’m sure you know what i mean. ’

#xthimble #( v; a town in maine. )#( ;xthimble:001. )#( ;i can spell queue. )