ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME | OPEN, TRESPASSER

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Ah, insanity. What a beautiful thing. Harley happened to stumble upon the Exiles, the scent of death filling her nose. She was holding her gun, grinning at the dead body behind her. It was some sort of loner she shot. Blood was smeared on her paws, and she blew on the gun to cool it off. She then put it away and conjured up her bat. Time to see if anyone lived here.


    The scars on her face made her grin look that much bigger, and Harley parted her jaws to speak. "Helloooooo? Anyone home?" the scarred female called, laughing at the top of her lungs. If someone tried to kill her right then, she would fight back. Not for her life, but for amusement. Her father already scarred her and hurt her, all pain from that day forward was just an illusion. Ugh. But in the meantime, she looked around, giggling and waiting for someone to appear. Unless everyone here was dead. HAHA!
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    [size=20pt]DEATHSTROKE

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    "I Am The Reason You
    Can't Sleep At Night"

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    ALPHA DOG"

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    "There's always someone home, hun. But I hate it when guests leave awful messes on the doorstep. Are you going to clean that up or do I have to throw you over my knee and spank you?"
    Deathstroke spoke up as he approached. The one eyed kitsune let a grin fill his face before a low rumbling laugh escaped him. So the girly thought she was something, huh? In his books anyone who used a gun had a fear of committing to a real kill, no sense of real thrill.
    "So, do you have a name or are you all face?"


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Circusclown padded over, eye narrowing as he studied Harley. What was it with people having scars making smiles? Then again, he did too. Circusclown studied the gun, and his invisible brows raised. Wait, how could anyone control did that? Did they even have thumbs? Circusclown knew how guns worked, he had once been shot by a hunter in his leg and had a limp for one long ass time. But nobody could really use them, right? Eh, hell if he cared. Insanity was far from beautiful, and it certainly wasn't unique. Everyone was insane, everybody just had different ideas of what insane was. Or really, there was no such thing as insane - he had once considered people who thought they could get through life without killing insane, but then he realized that was just something he was raised to believe. Brains thought that way, they get something in their head and then they believe it forever. Standing a ways off from both Deathstroke and Harley, both paws held tightly to his scepter and waiting for Harley to move or speak. His first impression is that she looked pretty ugly, although so did Circ to be fair.


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    The injured child approached with a stoic expression on his muzzle. His cold gaze flicking over the female before he finally saw the lifeless form near her. A dead body. Not impressive from what he had seen already and had to endure. His jaw was tight as he shifted his cold gaze back to the female who smelled of Shadowclan. What did she even want? Too be an annoying hindrance. That was all it seemed like she was trying to do at the moment. A worthless attempt really. He waited near Circusclown with an expression that read purely nothing. Whatever he was thinking it possibly couldn't be good.


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    [font=georgia][size=8][i]they took your money and your freedom and your time[/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -10px;][justify][font=arial][size=9pt]Dystopia would be the next Exiler to approach the scene, a neutral expression on her face as she approached. Last time she checked, trespassers were supposed to be chased off without issue, but looked like Deathstroke had made conversation and confrontation first. For now, the Righthand would stalk to Circus's side and stay there, watching Harley intently.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]//another Harley omfg
    The girl skipped forward, her bubblegum pink gaze sweeping over the other female. Russianroulette had an abundance of scars herself, though they were not as intense-looking as this unfamiliar girl's were.
    Tilting her head slightly to the side as she slowly came to a stop, the girl grinned. The white feline decided to remain silent for the time being until Harley replied, looking over the newcomer as if she were memorizing her features. The mental image of Harley probably wouldn't last long in her mind. Russian had a terrible memory.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]She looked up at Deathstroke with a deadly glare, but her grin just got wider. Ah, someone came to say hello! Not very welcoming though. Ha! At his question, eerie laughter escaped from her maw, but it turned to a sharp growl. "It can rot," she stated, smirking. "Name's Harley, nice to meet ya!" she chirped suddenly. Ah, her mood changed so rapidly. She then looked over at Circ, her eyes narrowing. So, he had scars like hers? Hm, interesting. "We match," she flatly stated, frowning slightly for a moment before looking away. He was also ugly, but Harley was too. No need to be a hypocrite.


    Ah, two more visitors! Oh, and one was a child. How unfortunate. She laughed again, a bit creepier than the last. She stared at Maddox, an unreadable expression on her face. Then she briefly looked to Dystopia, what a weird creature. And the Russian appeared. Nothing special about her though. Just another Exiler. Harley then looked at the crowd as a whole. Battling them would be a challenge, that is if they tried. Luckily she had her fair share of fighting and defending herself, so maybe she could slip away. But why not stick around? They seemed like a lovely bunch, after all.


    /ninja'd
    + yep haha
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Circusclown let silence pass as she spoke to him for a while, although shortly after he did wave a paw at his mouth as he yawned before rasping. "Really? I thought I was my own specimen! Now... Are you done?" He questioned her. "You're kinda annoying, y'know? Like, that one kid that hides in their basement and then messes around for attention in the public by acting utterly stupid. Yep! That should sum it up." His scepter would suddenly swing out trying to trip her, and if he succeeded he would slowly come closer and try to squish her down with his scepter so she couldn't stand up. He had met one Harley, and had corrupted another person named Harlequin and they renamed themselves Harley. They all seemed the same too. Fragile beings they were, it might serve useful if he could figure out how they kept being pumped out.


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    Oh look, she was already getting attacked. Go figure. He watched with and uncaring air as Circus went at the chick who seemed like she was out of her mind. Another factor that didn't seem to phase him. He had already seen the face of someone that was a monster so why would one more matter to him? The child limped back and he decided to watch and observe the fight that was most likely going to ensue. It was going to be fun he supposed to learn something.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Well, that was unexpected! She let out a soft oof! as she hit the ground, but quickly rolled away and regained her footing before he could squish her down. "Oh it's gonna be like that, huh?" She whipped out her bat and quickly darted behind Circ, and aimed to bring it down hard on his head. She would then attempt to scoot away towards the border, he voices in her head telling her to get the hell out of there. But this was fun! She didn't want to leave, but she had to. Her smile turned to a frown as she thought of this.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Circusclown quickly followed her movements and attempted to grab her paw where she held her bat at to both keep her from hitting him or getting away, trying to tightly squeeze around her paw with his claws. The Harley Quinn he had known had been pretty annoying, but this one was way more annoying. What was the point of coming here if she decided to just run away shortly after? Then again he supposed he had done the same, but only if he had gotten what he wanted. What did she even want? While Circ did things on impulse, he still thought as he did them about what he would do. Planning for every single different thing that might happen, but not professionally. Not the way someone should plan.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]That worked, and Harley struggled to pull away. Her bat dropped and a flashback ran through her brain. This is what her father did when he captured her and tortured her nearly to death. Her ears flattened and a snarl ripped through the air. "Let me go!" she hissed, kicking at him with her claws unsheathed, hoping to leave scratches. It was a pitiful attempt, actually.


    / if you want you can capture and torture her
    she deserves it :^)
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=;border:0px;width:450px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt]Russian watched the scene unfold with an unmoving smirk wrapped across her maw. As Circusclown managed to subdue the unfamiliar fem, the white feline giggled aloud. This was certainly an entertaining little scuffle.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 420px; border-radius: 0px; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: justify; ] Fade sighed, and then sighed again, slightly deeper, and then decided to stop being dramatic as he ventured over, watching the ditzy trespasser get attacked. And it was pathetic, really. She was already pleading to be released. The wolf rolled his eyes, coming to sit nearby. No point in pitching in, it was more than handled.


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    i.
    npc x npc - fen'harel (goes by fadewalker) - attack in bold white - feel free to powerplay nonviolent actions - all opinions are ic - based off of solas (da:i)


    ii.
    white wolf (main) & saarloos wolfdog - appears three years old in either body - blue eyed - faint welsh accent - wolfdog has a scarred face - old as shit in actuality


    iii.
    misleading - reserved - morally ambiguous - stubborn - interested in spirits & history - polite - pragmatic - talented - mild sweet tooth - helpful - filled with regret


    iv.
    self-taught mage - all elementals - give/take pain - soundwave & scent & molecule manip. - the sight - shapeshifting - teleportation - invisibility - telekinesis - heavy power usage in battle unless/until mana is depleted

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]He had predicted it - fragile. Fragile and little. Someone with a lot of guts until those guts got punched. Her claws were useless now that he had her, because he was used to the small scratches people gave him. He attempted to use telekenisis to take the club from her, and then try to hold both her paws together so the only thing she could scratch up was his paws as he tried to tug her closer and grip onto her arm. "Go? Where would you go?" He asked with a tilt of his head, as the somewhat large male would smile a little. "I know where to go!" He would hiss.


    //Okay chill hehe ;^)
    want a thread in the exiles where he's torturing her? ^^


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 380px;][justify]Her eye stretched wide, or once fear in them. Reality was kicking in now. "I..." She wanted to go HOME. But where was home? ShadowCkan? Westeros? She shut her eyes tight, thinking of how to get out. Torture was something she feared, ever since...no no no! Her eyes flew open and she stared at Circ, memories flashing through her head. Screams, the blade cutting into her cheeks, her father's laugh...that couldn't happen again! "Where?!" she yelled, starting to shake. She was trying to stay brave. She was supposed to be fearless! What was happening?


    God, her sanity just kept sliding out of her reach.


    / I have no chill :^)
    yeah, that'd be great!
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    info — updated 9/09

    info — updated 9/09