Arleen Napier

"We are what we make of ourselves" [OC Arleen Napier, please read pages before roleplaying]

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All of them, especially joker. He's a permanent pain in my ass :P

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Night on the town @diableret

It would be a hundres thousand percent correct to make the assumption that Arleens evening had gone pretty damn badly. Her eyes were filles with unshed tears, and she was running as fast as she could. The rain had hit Gotham hard earlier and the path was slightly slippery with the water, puddles dotted at regular intervals.

As for Arleen herself, she had been so desperate to get out of her house that she had not even put a coat on her, all she had was her thin purple cardigan.

Arleen kept on running, her breathing heavy and fast. She looked behind her, checking that she wasn’t being followed. When she turned round it was just in time to run straight into a strong athletic body.

Arleen fell back, stumbling over her own feet.

“P-please. I am sorry. I-I-it was an accident.” Arleen stammered.

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Diableret watched the scene unfold beneath her. It was times like this she missed being with Jason. A simple shot and things could be fixed, but she was no where near his aim. She missed him. Anyone could see that. Well… risks aside she knew she had to intervene. 

True this was not her problem and recently she had been less inclined to help others, but seeing a guy built like against what looked like a fragile young girl was not something she was in the mood to have haunting her conscious if she ended up in tomorrows obitchuary section of the Gotham Times.

She used the drain pipe to slide at speed down to ground level.

“Hey! Anyone tell you it ain’t nice to chase girls… it might just get you in trouble… and hell knows, some trouble you should fear…”

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The guy advanced on Arleen, and she moved back as fast as she could. The guy reached his hands out to her and then stopped when he heard the other voice. Arleen peeked behind him, spotting the red haired woman. 

The guy turned away from Arleen and stalked towards the woman, growling but with a smile on his face. Arleen took that moment to bend down and pick up a lead pipe which did happen to be lying on the ground. It was heavy, but she lifted it up and ran up to the man, swinging the pipe around hard. It connected with the guy's head and he crumpled to the floor almost instantly. 

"Thank you for the distraction." Arleen called out to the woman. She looked rather intimidating herself. 

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Night on the town @diableret

It would be a hundres thousand percent correct to make the assumption that Arleens evening had gone pretty damn badly. Her eyes were filles with unshed tears, and she was running as fast as she could. The rain had hit Gotham hard earlier and the path was slightly slippery with the water, puddles dotted at regular intervals. As for Arleen herself, she had been so desperate to get out of her house that she had not even put a coat on her, all she had was her thin purple cardigan. Arleen kept on running, her breathing heavy and fast. She looked behind her, checking that she wasn't being followed. When she turned round it was just in time to run straight into a strong athletic body. Arleen fell back, stumbling over her own feet. "P-please. I am sorry. I-I-it was an accident." Arleen stammered.

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Dear Diary

Dear Diary, I had a feeling as soon as I got off the train that this summer was going to be an eventful one. I really wasn't wrong. Father jack has been his usual self, disappearing without barely a word to me. He has developed this annoying habit though of randomly phoning to find out where I am and what I am doing. It was very inconveniant when I was visiting the mayor, which brings me to my next point. Diary, I know who they are now. I have found out. Harley quinn and Oswald Cobblepot. I met him too diary, Oswald, my real father. It didn't go so well as a meeting though. He got very angry when he found out about father jack, he knew who he was and I don't think he likes him. Oh diary, I got scared and I ran. I hope this won't stop me seeing him again. Arleen x

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nonamenotheralias: jestersbirdy: “Well, who are you then? Another clown running around?” Arleen remarked, attempting to seem braver than she actually was. At that moment in time all she really wanted to do was crawl home and disappear.   The Joker took a moment to scrutinize the child, eyes… Arleen was not that little but she was grateful when the clown man crouched down. He was awfully tall after all, and if she had to admit she may have been on the slightly shorter side. ”I am back from school for the summer and I am not. A. Little. Girl." Arleen insisted, she was beginning to get a little unnerved. There was something creepy about this man.

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"Well, who are you then? Another clown running around?" Arleen remarked, attempting to seem braver than she actually was. At that moment in time all she really wanted to do was crawl home and disappear. 

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((Oooh deary, muse has had a stressful day, poor little Arleen was terrified by lady joker and is having a bit of a rollercoaster with her real daddy. Mun on the other hand us just fucking tired cause it's past midnight now :P so off to bed I go, feel free to leave me stuff to come back to! :D))

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Arleen didn’t really quite know what to do or what to say further. The Mayor had not said anything in response. The only reaction had been the widening of his eyes, and Arleen cleared her throat as she sat back down in the chair across from his desk. 

It took her a few moments before the penny dropped, and when it did, it certainly clattered alright. 

“Do you know Father Jack?” She asked, leaning forward in her seat. 

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His teeth gritted together, before he was snapped from his thoughts by her voice. “I know him.” he said, breathing heavily. “There’s not a person in this city who doesn’t know the clown.” he almost snarled, all these years, all these years he had his daughter. 

If only he’d knew, he would of shot him dead. 

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The clown comment confused Arleen a little and she frowned, cocking her head to the side slightly as she watched the Mayor. 

"You know him. Does he know you? If he does..." Arleen tailed off, not even wanting to try and think of all of this. It was too much for her. 

She leapt to her feet and hurried to the door. 

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Arleen didn't really quite know what to do or what to say further. The Mayor had not said anything in response. The only reaction had been the widening of his eyes, and Arleen cleared her throat as she sat back down in the chair across from his desk. 

It took her a few moments before the penny dropped, and when it did, it certainly clattered alright. 

"Do you know Father Jack?" She asked, leaning forward in her seat. 

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"Napier. The same as me." Arleen answered slowly, her eyes fixed on the Mayor's. She wasn't quite sure exactly why he was asking that question. 

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Arleen shuffled her feet a little before answering.

“My uuuh father, his name is jack, he doesn’t want me asking questions and trying to find you and my mother.” Arleen explained. She moved closer to his desk, clasping her hands together.

“He would be so angry if he knew.” She added in a hushes tone.

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“He must love you very much, not wanting you to get hurt and all.” he smiled lightly at her, “I’m sure he wouldn’t, he loves you, he just wants what’s best.” he tilted his head to the side lightly. 

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Arleen sighed and shrugged her shoulders. It was nice of him to say those things, but at the end of the day he didn't know him. 

"No, he would. I do not know why, but he just doesn't want me to find out about you or my mother. Everytime I mention her name, he gets so very angry and disappears for a while." Arleen explained, sighing heavily. Every time without fail, his response was the same.