Along Came a Spider

"How did you get in here?" ((Excuse to interact, what? :P hi there! ))

❖ ”Well- I started with the front door y’see… Then I walked inside n’ started poking ‘round.

Nobody told me I wasn’t supposed ta’ be in here, I woulda had much more fun gettin’ in here if I only I had known.”

"Rachel, huh?" she said, looking over some of the stuff she had lying around. She didn’t know what some of the elixirs she saw lying around did, and she wasn’t about to ask anytime soon. One of the mottos she lived by is that some things are better left unknown and that had been proved to her many times over. So Harley just turned around and faced her again as if she hadn’t even seen anything out of the ordinary. "Nice name." she added with a smile.

"So you’ve heard of the place." she said. That was good. Now she knew exactly what she was dealing with. Though Harley still had no idea what she was dealing with. All that she knew for certain was that if this chick snapped, Harley definitely did not want to be anywhere near her. So she was being very careful. One wrong word and she would have a target painted on her.

Harley leaned against the wall. “I really like it there, which is why I was so reluctant ‘bout leavin’.” she said and sighed. “But some things can’t be helped. Like I said, not in the mood to be in imprisoned n’ all that jazz. I’m sure anybody can understand that. Even people who’ve never even come close to bein’ in jail or anythin’ would be able to relate to that feeling. Nobody wants to be trapped in there. It’s just too boooor-ing. They said high school was hell.”

At first, Harley felt hesitant to explain. Who knew what was actually behind there. Rachel could have some sort of trap set up and would drag her back in here and pour some acid on her face. She could just be paranoid, but there was something very sinister about this girl, and it wasn’t just because she saw her torture somebody else. No, it was deeper than that. It was her very core and instinct that screamed for her to leave and act like this encounter had never happened. But then she brought up hot chocolate.

"Ummm, sure. What harm can it do?" she said and smiled. If you die, Harl it’s all on you. Harley very pointedly decided to ignore that thought. She was fine, and everything else was too. It was an innocent enough approach. Who didn’t love hot chocolate? But that could be just what Rachel was aiming for„,

Once again. Harley ignored the doubts and pushed herself off the wall and walked up to Rachel. “‘Sides, I feel like that’s exactly what I need right now. It’s been an extremely long day to say the absolute least.” she said and laughed gently.

#thejokersmostdangerousvictim

Not wanting to be locked away. The words struck home harder than one might think, though her own prison was one of flesh and family. Not so easily escaped, but perhaps with time warped into something more tolerable. But that was neither here or there. Harley was stepping forward and accepting her offer graciously enough, so Rachel withdrew the disquiet to settle along her skin. The fly gasped for air and resumed her muffled sobs, Rachel's attention and a pleasant smile on Harley now.

"Well, shall we then? It isn't very far." Why, she almost felt like a normal woman again as she led the other from the decrepit place and through the twisting back streets. But she wasn't foolish enough to assume it might be safe enough to bring her to Rachel's actual home. No, the empty apartment she had been using would suffice. The previous resident was quit indisposed, and she estimated she had another week before anyone suspicion might arise. People weren't exactly good neighbors these days, and the previous owner didn't keep many friends either. Perhaps, if their conversation went well enough and it should be needed, this Harley woman could make some proper use of it.

Before long at all they were arriving, navigating the poorly lit halls, and Rachel withdrew the stolen key to open the way. It was small enough within, a single bathroom with and area attached to a small kitchen, furniture scarce. The living room served as the bedroom as well, a sizable mattress replacing the couch and well decked out computer in place of a television or entertainment system. Wall scrolls of various anime and favored film posters added further impression of personality beyond the well tended to computer. It was fairly obviously not Rachel's.

"Do make yourself at home." she would offer non the less, moving to the kitchen to set out a double boiler she had brought herself, and withdrawing the rest of the ingredients. Chocolate discs to melt down, heavy cream, milk, confections sugar, Cinnamon and vanilla.

"It will take a few minutes, no more." but the wait would be well worth it. She still kept her distance as a courtesy.

"You do have quite the reputation, though there is never any way of knowing how much is true. Regardless, will you be staying in town long? I'm afraid I myself hove no idea how long one would need to wait for "the heat to die down"." No one had really noticed her yet, which as far as she could tell was a benefit, but she knew well enough it would only be a matter of time before the grace period ended. Then the real work would need to begin.

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+Diableret : Was this yours?

She knew a predator when she saw one. The were so easy to pick out, and all the easier to lure in. She had seen the look in his eyes, the way he so carefully observed each of the women out this evening simply looking for a good time. Some might say he was, as well. Rachel held the disquiet to her skin as she moved beside him at the bar, captured his attention with a distressed mumble of how she "can't believe him" and setting her phone down unhappily. What was wrong, he asked. Oh, it's nothing, she shook her head and knocked back a shot of something, pretending to be far more drunk than she was, pretending she had drunk more than she had. She cast a reassuring smile, dared to let hand so briefly touch his coated arm (hoping if the disquiet did seep through he wouldn't know it in such a charged atmosphere), and when she left she made sure he would notice she "forgot" her phone and that she wobbled just enough on her way out the door.

He took the bait. Finished his drink, snatched up the cell, followed her, and was all too pleased to see her stumbling through a "short cut" home. He waited, as she knew he would, until it was just the two of them. Or so each of them thought.

"Miss, wait up! Was this yours?" he had the phone in hand, she turned to him with a drunken smile, the scars hidden today beneath her makeup.

"Oh, thanks!" she held out a hand. He had one hand in his pocket and she fully expected a weapon might hide within. She had some of her own in her coat, just waiting to spring into action. Spider, and spider, before a third player made their presence known, and both spiders snapped to attention on the new comer, inches away from making their moves...

#diableret #let me know if this doesn't work #:3 #heads up I'm gone this weekend bu back sunday night or monday

"How did you get in here?" ((Excuse to interact, what? :P hi there! ))

❖ ”Well- I started with the front door y’see… Then I walked inside n’ started poking ‘round.

Nobody told me I wasn’t supposed ta’ be in here, I woulda had much more fun gettin’ in here if I only I had known.”

Harley tossed the empty vial on the ground, smirking. So she had managed to say and do just the right thing to prove herself dangerous, but apparently not dangerous to be disposed of. Good. That meant she was safe. Feared, yet not a threat to her. Naturally, as a human being, she thought about how she would die. Being killed by somebody who collected ‘dolls’ because she made some stupid mistakes wasn’t something that crossed her mind.

Harley nodded and patted the girl’s shoulder. “It’s no biggie.” she said and took a step away from the stranger and began circling the pair. She looked over the captor carefully, calculating if she could beat her in a fight if it boiled down to that. She would rather avoid any confrontation, just to be safe so running was her choice A if worst came to worst. She also took a quick survery of her surroundings in case a fight did begin so she knew exactly what she could use to her advantage. But she didn’t know every odd and end of this place. She missed having the home court advantage already…

"Yeah, it’d be hard for us to meet unless you’ve been in Gotham City. That’s usually where I stay unless I gotta skip town." she explained. "To say the very least, I had to leave. Too much heat on me. Endin’ up in my good ol’ cell didn’t happen to be on my agenda, if you’ll believe that." she added, laughing.

She stopped walking, planting her feet on the floor and giving her a warm smile. “My name’s Harley. Harley Quinn. Call me Harley, everyone does. Plus the whole thign could end up bein’ a mouthful n’ ‘Miss Quinn’ sounds waaaay too tacky. If ya haven’t noticed yet, I ain’t tha’ formal type’a girl.”

#thejokersmostdangerousvictim #I am SO SORRY for the wait #lost this thanks to tumblr being dumb #I am checkign manually now for responses instead of assumign the activity tab will work #X_X

Although her face remained as perfectly blank as porcelain, Rachel was absolutely taken back by the pat on her shoulder and casual air of the other woman. Was she...immune to the disquiet? Had the disquiet gone away, perhaps? As the other woman began to circle and take in the abysmal and worn down surroundings (in all honesty the place could probably use a few condemned signs on the outside), she turned her attention to the woman in the chair. No, the disquiet was not gone, the woman clearly was wrapped in the effects. Her eyes flicked back to Harley, there certainly must be more to the woman than meets the eyes. She was, in one way or another, not ordinary.

She listened to the casual words, and without a proper target the disquiet in the air seemed to turn inwards. Perhaps, she had begun to rely too heavily upon it.

"...Rachel." she didn't know what to make of this Harley. She seemed friendly enough despite the situation. She was clearly unaffected by the supernatural disquiet, something Rachel had given up on thinking she might find in any but her brother. She would need to learn more if she were to determine why. For now, the exchange was friendly and she saw no reason to change that, so offered a smile of her own.

"I have heard rumors from Gotham, though little more. I must confess it has my curiosity sparked." the woman was crying, so Rachel extended a hand and silenced her with a fingertip to her face. Yes, the disquiet was indeed still working.

"Where are my manners? I'm afraid this is not the most ideal place for making a new acquaintance. Perhaps you will see fit to join me elsewhere? I can, perhaps, tempt you with hot chocolate? My recipe is quite unlike what you might find so commonly these days." she would offer with a raised brow to punctuate the offer.

*raises hand* hey there! I’m always down. :3 May or may not have been admiring your character from a fare on DA for some time now…*innocent whistling*

//asdfghjkl thank you! Any ideas for plotting? :D

Well they would probably need to meet first, I tend…

sounds good to me, I would be interested to see where that would go. Would you be willing to write a starter?

Sure thing! I might be a little slow, about to be heading to karate and then I have some tests this week to study for and one FINAL weekend going out of town. Then, all teh free time! :D

#out of webs

//rp anyone?

*raises hand* hey there! I’m always down. :3 May or may not have been admiring your character from a fare on DA for some time now…*innocent whistling*

//asdfghjkl thank you! Any ideas for plotting? :D

Well they would probably need to meet first, I tend not to assume this character knows anyone prior to interacting with them. Both the ladies are keen on getting back at those who wrong them, if I'm not mistaken? What if they both wound up going after the same target by mistake? Just one idea of course, I'm sure I could come up with any number.

#out of webs

//rp anyone?

*raises hand* hey there! I'm always down. :3 May or may not have been admiring your character from a fare on DA for some time now...*innocent whistling*

#out of webs #mun words

onlythegoodstaydead-deactivated

+onlythegoodstaydead was a witness

In any other situation, he might have chased after them - it would do them some good to spend the night in a holding cell, beating up a woman like that - but he was more interested in helping her, since she seemed to be conscious and lucid. His head turned slightly so he could look back down at her as she sat up, a frown touching his lips when she wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Reaching down to his belt, he produced a miniature first aid kit and knelt in front of her. “Because it’s what I do.”

#onlythegoodstaydead #that's cool #I just tend to be on the wordier side from habbit #sorry

She instinctively flinched when he knelt down, all but scooting away, before correcting her behavior and focusing on holding the disquiet to her skin. Still, from this distance, she was sure he would notice it. The way the air was colder, heavier, off. He could no doubt make out the scars, spreading out from her left lip and another across her throat. She looked away, hoping if she avoided eye contact the disquiet would not seek him out as a target. Her words were soft, but still drifted across skin like a caress of silken webs. He was too close to her for them to do anything else.

"I...I'm fine. Thank you." or more accurately, she couldn't feel any of the damage done. The bruises she was sure to have, the swollen and broken lip, the finger broken and twisted out of place from an improper attempt at blocking a kick. She didn't cry. She didn't whimper or gasp. On the contrary, she placed the unbroken hand to the wall for support and attempted to stand, though even without feeling the pain properly her body protested and shoulder found the wall as well.

"My brother will tend to the wounds." spoken so naturally, such a thing obviously normal for her. Regular, perhaps. Only when the words were spoken did she realize, now why had she said that? Stupid. She should keep her mouth shut.

onlythegoodstaydead-deactivated

+onlythegoodstaydead was a witness

It was a night just like any other night in Gotham - dark, dangerous and deadly. Things had been fairly quiet, however, which made the Batman uneasy. It was never a good sign when there wasn’t petty street crime. That meant something larger was in the works.

She was lucky he’d been swinging by on patrol, honestly - he’d almost missed the men shouting discouraging epithets because his attention had been focused on the police band. That had been a pointless endeavor - even the cops seemed to be taking the night off tonight, though that was hardly surprising anymore. And although he was in mid-swing, it was a simple matter of shifting his weight to the left, turning that forward momentum into one that twisted in an arc. Gloved fingers released the rope at the peak of the arc, his arms shooting out to his sides to immediately grip the corners of his cape, slowing his descent until he landed just behind the two men, his eyes narrowed.

He didn’t bother announcing his presence, instead immediately leaping to action - they were, after all, already attacking the poor woman. Stepping forward and reaching out to snatch the man’s wrist before he could hit her again, Batman twisted hard and spun him around in one fluid movement, laying his other hand against the man’s waist and lifting him freely from the ground before literally throwing him at the other man. The first man’s back slammed horizontally into the other’s chest, forming a t-shape for a moment before they both crumpled to the ground.

He gave the woman a cursory scan, to make sure she was still alive, still conscious, then turned his attention back to the thugs and clenched his hands into fists. “Gentlemen. I recommend you stand down now before you can’t stand again.”

#onlythegoodstaydead #no problem #btw no need to match my post length if a different length works better for you #What ever length works for posts I always say #:3

She was all but about to turn around and turn the tables, when the sounds she heard indicated a change in the situation. She glanced up to see, now what was this, a large man in a...bat costume. So the rumors were true then. This Gotham had a caped crusader. A hero. She watched the first get sent into the other with a satisfying grunt and the two collapse. The eyes turned back to her and she instinctively flinched, regretting it when he turned back to speak to them on her behalf. They were untangling from each other and rising, and she couldn't help but think how lovely it would be if he did. Cripple them. Break them. As they had intended to do to her. Before they can't stand again. It made her wish they would try again, instead of sobering up at the site of the bat and fleeing.

Back of a shaking hand came up to wipe the blood from her lip, green eyes flicking up to the brutish figure as she uncurled and sat up. She concentrated on keeping the disquiet close to her skin, doubtful she could take such a figure if it came to that. For a moment, just a moment, she felt like the ordinary woman she had once been. Just a victim of circumstance instead of the freak who made everyone around her uneasy just for existing, just anyone else who might be worthy of being helped. Saved. But she couldn't keep the suspicion from her eyes on him as the words tumbled from her lips so softly.

"...why did you...help me?" she didn't understand.

What did you call me? ((Open))

"Go on, speak up. I couldn't quite make that out. What did you say?"

#open rp #any length acceptable

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regeneratingdegenerate

“Bawww! Look at you with all your fancy euphemisms!” The mercenary had put on a voice one used when talking to a baby, he placed hands on his knees and leaned forward in a patronizing manner. Wade stood straight and chuckled to himself. “You’re askin’ for a kidnapping, a get-in-get-out kidnapping with minimal damage. Piece of cake, lady. Only gonna cost ya seven Gs — maybe more dependin’ on where I have’ta snatch ‘em from.”