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Harley J. Ace

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The air was different this high up. It was clear, and far more alive than on the crowded city streets where it ceased to be anything more than an underlying detail. At night, it was a whole other entity, one that shifted through the boys unruly red hair like an invisible hand. His eyes peeked out at the night, solely focused on the stars above from where he stood, having just entered onto the roof. And though his eyes reflected the deep recesses of the universe, he seemed focused on something more. Momentarily lost in thought before his head rolled back over his shoulder. Though the voices were silent, the presence of human life slowly crept up behind him. He knew that once he rounded the corner, he would see Yusuke standing there among the others.

That bastard.

He thought, with a crooked grin.

There had been a time where the man's anger had been like candy to him. A true gift. So he poked and prodded at all of his buttons until it was handed to him. And that was just the way of the Jester. He loved that boiled red anger of human race, the act of someone losing control and fumbling with their words until they became nothing more than a rage induced jumble. Of course now, he didn't pry so much. Though he may poke and prod at members of the group for his own personal enjoyment, he had relaxed in his attempts after joining if only as a means of making the team more bearable for everyone.

Shifting suddenly on the heels of his feet, the boy began to circle the roof until he saw those anticipated silhouettes in the distance. At first, just Yusuke and Shiro. It was upon seeing the later of the two that he extended his arms to his sides, middle fingers curved inwards before bringing them up to tap his shoulders in a familiar sign as he spoke the words aloud for Yusuke. "Hey, What's up?" His asked with a grin before shoving his hands into his pockets before an opening door caught his attention, causing his gaze to swivel back in order to see two white haired beings enter the rooftop. One, he immediately recognized as Mara, and though the boy was not one that he had formally every spoken to, his name did quickly surface in his mind. Carson.

He seemed more reserved then his sister, his demeanor even from here, just a little more serious. And that alone caused Harley's head to tilt in curiosity, that same crooked smile welcoming itself to his featured as he watched the two approach across the rooftop. This should be fun. He thought to himself. Though the boys mischievous intent was in no way discrete. in never was. In fact, Harley was a truly readable character at most times unless burdened with a sudden mask of seriousness. Otherwise, he was a simple creature who merely craved destruction and found enjoyment in the torment of others. Yet somehow, he was still trusted among the team, for despite all he did to be deviant he was equal parts put together and cunning.

"Welcome to the party" He greeted the twins, finally turning to face the newcomers.

Flyers ; I'd be down for that!

Harley J. Ace

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"As I said, ask away. Also! Please...Don't run my bill. I have a few things to pay at the restaurant"

As if he were a gear working counter clockwise to his counterpart, Harley had already raised his hand to order a drink, that same crooked grin on his face as he nodded to the waitress and mouthed the words "It's on him," while jutting a thumb over at Yusuke. With the redhead present, it wasn't in anyone's best interest to offer to pay. However, now that the opening was there it was quite too late; and the boy sat rather comfortable, his legs crossed and his arms stretched out along the back of the c-shaped couched with one hand wrapped firmly around a coke and rhum. The smile on his face was subtle, almost innocent and welcoming as he looked up at the clubs lights. Anyone who knew the male though would know that childish wonder worked just as well as throwing some grass over a bear trap. Yet it stayed on his face as he felt a familiar tap on his shoulder, drawing his attention to Shiro only for his gaze to follow her words to the bull in a show of complete amusement.

"Best guess? The people who built the place started drinking early." He responded, having set down his drink on the counter to allow his hands enough free movement to sign. He was fluent in the language, and not necessarily out of "the kindness of his heart". Initially, he had only learned as a means of plotting right in front of Yusuke without the man understanding. It was just a happy coincidence that it allowed him to fluently speak to others. He'd even learned French for a similar reason. "Must've been a real Fiesta" He added as he picked up his glass again and took a sip of his drink. Admittedly, he did find Shiro to be entertaining, and rarely sought to anger the girl as much as some of the others in the group. He found no interest in doing that, as her mannerisms entertained him just enough. Besides, he preferred the reactions he got from total strangers greatly. Them, and Yusuke, of coure.

Despite his great deal of comfort here, the man was also not one for parties. At least, you would not find him enjoying them regularly. However, he did have a fondness for the rather noisy and catastrophic environment. The room alone was just brimming with opportunities and promised misfortunes of others yet to be claimed. There was either trouble to be made or trouble brewing in every corner, and to a degree he was content with the idea of sitting there and watching it all unravel.

"Oh?" His lips pursed, head tilted as he was addressed by name, causing him to turn to Mara. He knew both her and her brother by name, as was his job to do so. Any details that made them fitting for their roles were permanently embedded in his mind. Particularly, the girls adoration of fast cars. That sort of daringness intrigued him. "That's right," He responded as he tapped the edge of his glass, entirely focused on the conversation at hand. "I'm the right-hand man of this operation" he added, which was a feature that others often found surprising due to his more malicious nature. It took time to understand how he had obtained the role, and even more to see how he was not only suited for it, but a respectable candidate. "And I hear you're pretty fast." He added, immediately jumping to what seemed to be his sole interest in the conversation. However, he kept one ear on Carson, awaiting Yusuke's response. Of course, he anticipated the heist like it was an itch he couldn't quite reach to scratch.

Harley J. Ace

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He couldn't help the impish smile that sprawled across his face at the mere mention of fast cars. Not only did racing present him with a bit of nostalgia from some of his own days by the race tracks, but he adored the danger of it. The absolutely recklessness it took to drive at such high volumes, speeding down streets with nothing more than a sheet of metal and a thin strap protecting the frailness of the human body. He lived for that kind of adrenaline rush. Of course, it didn't all have to do with cars. He equally adored jumping from large heights, picking fights and really anything that gave him the rush he craved. "You don't say," He hummed, his head tilting in interest. "I want to see proof of that." He said rather bluntly, but nothing about his character suggested he doubted her. In fact, as he turned his attention to Imra, the subtle smile only suggested that he wanted a little thrill. Anyone who knew of the redhead could have seen that.

Imra Lee. He didn't think much of the name. In fact, he stopped to look at the woman for only a moment out of general curiosity before his interest was completely lost. So shifting his attention to Yusuke, he smiled almost too kindly at the man as he raised his hand to call over the waitress yet again. "Hey, let us get another round." He said, that mischievous glint quite prominent in his gaze. However, he seemed to be the most relaxed at the table. There were no secondary motives to his presence here. Of course, it was impossible to have Harley present without some sort of risk, but the man seemed more relaxed. His mind locked on something greater than the table, which caused him the let his arms fall loosely around the back of the c-shaped couch, his features quite friendly.

The heist. Not only did robbing a casino of all places just sound like a grand time, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking about the smoothness of it all. Of course, Harley was known for leaving his signature on most crime scenes, usually something typical of his code name. However, this time he had to appreciate the planning that went into developing such a smooth scheme.

Despite his wandering mind, it had taken only a moment for him to notice the little wrinkle's on Shiro's nose as Imra approached.Such a look caused him to grin, as he knew exactly why it was there. So this time, he reached over to get her attention, and signed without speaking aloud. "Good thing you and I wear masks." It wasn't that he had too much pride to let a makeup brush anywhere near his face. If it was absolutely necessary he perhaps would, but there was no way in hell any fragment of makeup was going to do a better job of hiding his appearance than the Jackal. In fact, he had a personal attachment to his mask. He loved it. He loved being able to walk right out into the open flaunting it to the city's police without ever being identified by anything other than The Jester.

Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes slid back to Yusuke, smiling at the man's sudden rambling and the harsh tones of his finishing words. It seemed the alcohol was finally starting to kick in. And of course, Harley was only doing exactly what Yusuke wanted; getting someone to let loose.

Harley's gaze was quick to catch Shiro's little sign to Yusuke, his attention soon after drifting to Carson. On the contrary, he already liked the guy. Reserved, slow to trust, possibly skeptical about this whole situation. Oh he did enjoy the type. After all, they were the most enjoyable to play with. However, what he much preferred were the untitled "sheep" of the group. Those who weren't Ace fighters nor were they necessarily confident. Oddly, those were the people Harley kept in his closest most inner circle, whether they liked it or not. Of course there were always exceptions, but no one could deny that the male undeniably had his favorites.

"Oh, you'll see proof when I get behind the wheel,"

"Oh yeah?" Harley responded, his lips curling in a grin as the girl slurred her words. Perhaps his little drinking challenge was paying off better than he'd anticipated. However, even through his vague amusement the girls following words still managed to borrow his attention. Drawing up memories of a certain raven-haired devil with crimson eyes and a love for fast cars. Of course, other than interests, the similarities between the two were little to none. "I don't know about underestimating anyone..." He responded as he tilted his head back to stare up at the club lights, his expression rather suddenly shifting to boredom. "But it takes a lot to impress anyone here," He added as he made a circle motion with his finger, gesturing to the current team.

It was as he lowered his head again that his gaze caught Shiro's rather unimpressed features. Of course, he had that look catalogued in the recesses of his mind and it was all too familiar to him. How many times had he seen it now? Maybe half a dozen. "It's only him you have to carry" He signed, gesturing to Yusuke, the impish smile making a very brief reappearance. "Promise".

When Yusuke spoke, his caught Harley's attention, causing the redhead to drop his whole mischievous act and lean forward, arms folded on the table. His expression had melted into one of seriousness, though that devilish glint barely left his eyes, it had dimmed enough to show the focus in them as though he were imagining their scheme unraveling before his very eyes. There was no question in the matter of whether or not he took this seriously. "Don't sweat it." Harley responded, though his words were not a means of belittling the conversation. In fact, as he leaned in a little more, his grin became certain, He was cautious, careful, precise, and far too smart to think that nothing would go wrong. His confidence rather, was derived from their determination and planning. "If anyone's got this, it's us." He added, this time, allowing his crooked grin to show as he raised his glass to cheer Yusuke, quickly downing the rest of his drink afterwards without batting an eye so he'd be ready to follow in suit of the man.

Harley J. Ace

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Eyes like copper narrowed devilishly as the man followed in suit of the others, his hands crammed lazily into his pockets while he hummed a relaxed tune in his state of contentedness. Fortunately, Harley was an ace at holding his alcohol, but that didn't stop him from feeling the buzz race circles around his mind to enable this state of relaxation. Even as he slid into the center backseat, the male looked happy and uncaring. His gaze locked on Yusuke in absolute amusement for the majority of the car ride, one which inevitably provided him with a less riveting state of mind as the affects of the alcohol numbed with the passing of the city lights. Still, something about his demeanor seemed more inviting under the influence; as though he were less a coiled snake a more tamed wolf.

His mind was more or less relieved in this state of distraction, content to drift into an abyss of thought until they arrived at the base. It was only upon stepping foot inside that Harley seemed to check in once more, his eyes quickly focusing on each detail, no mater how insignificant, in a sudden state of complete meditated focus. The alcohol bottles lined on the wall, the number of rooms with their designated numbers, even the careful placement of the couches embedded itself in his mind. Of course, this was necessary information for him to know, no matter how mild. For despite his supposed carelessness, he was expertly cunning. The type of being who could still function effortlessly in a pitch black room because he had memorized the floor plan. Perhaps he was doing it for the upperhand in a bad situation, or perhaps for a future prank. Naturally, his intentions had no even been decided by himself yet, causing he redhead to smile at the mere idea of all the possibilities he was now constructing in his head.

At the mention of the time, the man's eyes slowly shifted back to Yusuke. His head tilting to the right, eyes lit with a curious intent as he listened. "Mm, understood," Harley murmured as he began to walk down the hall, stopping only to wave over his shoulder, mischief alive in his eyes even in his tired state. "9:30 it is then," He added in response before taking off to room number 7. Was he joking? Possibly. As usual the man's true nature as well as his intentions for the morning were painfully cloudy.

He did not stick around for "farewells" or "goodnights", as was the custom for him. Rather, he was quick to lock himself in his room. And though some may have thought he continued his mischief beyond closed doors, Harley merely flopped backwards onto his bed, arms folded casually behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. His mind slowly closing off the world around him as his focus honed in on the small space.

Oof I definitely want to cause a scene

I'd love to play her a little before she's actually recruited so I'm still down if you are

(Well you know me well enough, Harley's probably a monster that sleeps with his socks on too)

Eyes the color of cardinals cut through the crowd like a red-stained mirror, for there was no expression in them. Rather, it was just the mere reflection of passerby's as they went about their day, and she brushed by them without a sparing glance. Despite the heat, she was dressed from the neck down in a body tight motorcycle suit, her dark hair falling loosely far past the midpoint of her back like a ravens wing. Over her shoulders, she wore a darkened cloak thanks to the absence of pockets on her usual attire, and over that, a shoulder bag where several mechanical parts could be seen jutting out like a metallic collage. Of course, she only made an appearance at the market for such minor things; for in her head, large crowds were to be avoided at all costs, especially those that gathered in the marketplace. After all, though the place looked to be a joyous collaboration of curious shoppers, sellers and even performers, it was littered with pickpockets and con-artists. And with the worth of the parts she had on her, she just couldn't risk the financial threat.

One of the most known and recognizable mechanics in Magnolia, she did get odd glances when she made an appearance at the market only because catching a glimpse of her was so out of the ordinary if she was off the tracks.But she made good money on what she did, and she spent every last penny on equally good parts. There was no point in being known for making the fastest cars if they weren't constructed with the best parts, or by the best hand. She had a reputation to uphold; and one that she was rather proud of. After all, she lived her life working for herself. And she lived solely with her heart on the tracks, not hanging her life up on the premise of serving those with good or evil intentions. Everyone that approached her was treated equally. If they paid the right price, they got what they asked for. They got to go as fast or as recklessly as their hearts desired and that was really her only purpose in this world. But because she had entirely dedicated herself to it, it became her. Her speciality was like a mask she wore on her face and she poured every identifiable fraction of herself into it. That was what it meant to be the best, after all.

Like clockwork she made her way straight out of the marketplace and into the tavern, her navigation of the complex and crowded surrounded professional at best. After all, this was her town, and there wasn't a crevice of it she wasn't familiar with. So weaving through the crowded bodies, she found her way to the bar, watching blandly as a familiar smile stretched across the bartenders face. "Eh' been a long time since I've seen you around!" he exclaimed, and yet his friendliness was met with nothing more than a swift hand sliding some coins over the table. "Beer." She responded simply, her eyes slowly raising to the taller man. However, nothing about his face indicated that her cold demeanor was ou of the ordinary, as she leaned her body weight casually into the bar, crossing her legs behind each other while she watched him prep her drink with that same welcoming smile on his face.

Perhaps to the people of Magnolia, she was an abnormality. Her speech patterns and demeanor differed greatly from your average person no matter how you looked at it. But there was nothing callous in her demeanor, and nothing frightening about her. If anything, she just seemed empty. As if someone had reached down into the depths of her mind to pull out anything resembling emotion to leave this shell of a human in its place. But someone as empty as her was still served a cold beer with the same affable qualities and smile as anyone else in the tavern.

We Can't Hide Forever || RP

Harley J. Ace

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"9:30 it is then"

Apparently, his late night ruse had been just that, a careless bluff. For the very second the clock struck 8:00 Harley had already kicked the door open casually with his foot to enter the office room. While his hair was brushed out and the male looked bright and awake, his readiness really went so far as his neck up, for his body was still clad in pajamas. Dark jogging pants paired with a white, long sleeve shirt completed the mans careless attire. And yet, if he was not already a questionable sight to be seen, what was in his arms was bound to draw eyes on him. For there he held several pints of ice cream balanced with care. Sometimes, simply gazing at him was enough to question why the name "Jester" had been one he'd had to steal out of a newspaper article. It was even harder to consider that this frivolous human served such a large purpose in the greater scheme of things. How, of all the people on this team, had he been chosen second-in-command?

"Yo," Shifting his weight, and subsequently the tower of frozen goods to one side, Harley still took a moment to sign a quick hello to Shiro out of habit. Though his eyes soon darted to Yusuke, a grin on his face as he slammed his belongings onto the nearest desk. Quickly raising a whole pint of Cookies and Creme which he tossed the mans way. "Now don't say I never did anything for you," He stated as he plopped into a desk a few seats down, leaving the ice cream behind for the others as he leaned back. His legs folded, the boy sprawled his arms behind his head, a pint of chocolate already in his lap, spoon and all. To newcomers, perhaps this was a strange sight to walk into, but anyone else who had known Harley for more than a day was more than aware of his sweet tooth and borderline dependency to sugar.

It was as the man settled more that his stature became one of focus. This expression faltering for only a moment as his gaze travelled to the board, a spark in his eyes as he honed in on the doodle rather than the finer points of the heist. "Ah perfect, someone already drew Yusuke on the board" He murmured. Yet as soon as the words left his lips they seemed to be forgotten. His amber eyes now scanning each word on the board with care. Of course, though he may have seemed wolfish and even carefree enough to paint himself as a fool, he did, in fact, take these meetings very seriously. Of course, it differed from the seriousness he carried on heists, for this focus was calm and collected. A mere specter in a crowd simply interested in the main show. No, Harley on a heist was a different being entirely.

Clang ;Books is obviously accepted. I can already see the head-butting.

Harley J. Ace

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His hands worked quickly as the calm and callous man leaned forward into the desk wearing his serious intentions upon his face like a mask. It had taken mere seconds for him to transform from someone befitting of the title of Jester, to someone who's presence demanded to be left alone as if a dark and invisible shield had blanketed itself around him. Though, his eyes like copper moons were not on the board, but rather, on the table in front of him as he took a pencil to paper; and it wasn't notes that he scrawled out in the empty spaces between the lines. Instead, he drew. His pencil outlining the frame of a man who wore a jester mask to conceal his face; and despite what connotations rested upon that mask, there was a sort of malicious intent in its empty eyes. Still, the drawing continued to spill out onto the page by the stains of worn out pencil leads. It soon wore a jester hat, one which tilted in front of its masked face just enough to reveal a single eye peering from beneath, a hand soon drawn to be risen to the brim of the hat in order to hold it down while the other hand pointed outwards, its index finger wrapped against the trigger of a gun which jutted out at the individual so that whomever looked down upon the picture would be staring straight into the barrel of it.

"Harley will be prying the elevator doors open. free falling through fifty floors and then thirty meters below the first floor to the storage room. "

And yet, despite his mental state of focus the man flashed a grin in response, a telltale sign that he had been listening intently to the conversation as was to be excepted of him. Perhaps his roll in the greater picture did sound as strenuous to his body as it did dangerous, but he lived for the thrill that ran his beating heart during a heist and so such a task was something he was very well capable of. Maybe now in the early morning hours of the day he seemed lazy, disinterested even. But when it came to a heist the most physical tasks were catered to him. Some may say it was nothing more than adrenaline, but whatever the matter was, the male now seemed to radiate a new type of energy as he focused on his little drawing. Something that changed the very air around him. The feeling enveloping him could only be described as an insatiable hunger, a need to fulfill a sudden craving, and those feelings stained the very construct of his face until the man himself looked unrecognizable in his focus. He was no longer the irritating redhead of the group, but a warning sign that stood as tall as it did proud.

Phase 3 was potentially the least anticipated part of the whole excursion; and yet it was the most vital for their combined success. It was also the phase in which Harley completed his little sketch. So with one victorious hand he placed his palm against the surface of his desk only to swiftly slide his body over it, landing in a seated position on the edge with his feet propped up upon the back of the chair in front of him, his arm extended like an aid to Yusuke as he held the masterpiece he had been working earnestly on throughout the explanation. And as he held it, he leaned back, his eyes sharp with anticipation as the barrel of his fictional jester's gun now pointed straight at his boss. Scrawled across the image were words of warning. A promise that stood out blackly against an otherwise abrupt red background.

We're coming for you.

"I think he'll get the gist of it" Harley proclaimed as he continued to hold the calling card before him, peering out from behind the image to flash his eyes of mischief.

On it!

Just woke up from a nap please pray for my post

Luciole_Ephemere : Wow I love our designated mom, but he's definitely going to have his hands full with Mable & Books.

Accepted!

Thanks you really always come through for me ^^

Well you are good at that.