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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 1, 2009 13:26:57 GMT -5
So this was it, home. Well as homely as it got for Joker, Harls and their newly adopted kiddie Jocelyn. This would be her first time seeing the place she would call home, that is until Mister J felt the urge to pack up and move yet again. Which was more often then not when it came to him. There were times Joker would pick up and go leaving poor lil Harley alone. Not for long though, she always seemed to know right where to find him again.
"Well here it is, our humble abode. Château of La Joker..."
Like some sort of tour guide Harls walked through the broken down warehouse, pointing out certian things about the place she thought were important. Like the obviously "out of order" elevator and a large hole in the wall where a nifty water fountain used to stand. There was nothing to show a human being was living there, until she slung open two heavy metal doors that led into a top floor apartment. Which Harley had done her best to fix up for the three.
"Puddin were home..."
She called out and led the way to a room just for Joce with a dingy old mattress in the corner and a few scary stuffed animals thrown about. A small kitchen, and from the looks of it none of the appliances even functioned properly. Along with the master suit for Joker and Harley that was filled with all sorts of Joker memorabilia, old newspaper clipping of him along with some of Harley in frames on their bedside table.
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Post by theoprhan on Feb 1, 2009 13:43:22 GMT -5
Jocelyn followed Harley into the makeshift home out of what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. She saw that it hadn't had any occupants in quite a while. She quickly spotted the large hole in the wall, and wondered what used to be there. The elevator that obviously didn't work, caught her attention as well. She didn't dare stray to far from the woman, in hopes that she wouldn't be freighted any more than necessary.
She followed Harley up into the run down living area, and moved closer when Harls called for Joker. She then went quietly and slowly into her room, with the bear clutched tightly to her chest. She spied the mattress that was most likely molded and full of nasty little pests, so she ignored it and went into the opposite corner away from the scary stuffed animals that unfortunately were nothing but clowns. She then huddled in the corner, waiting for the terror to start.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 1, 2009 23:21:33 GMT -5
Harls turns to look for Joker who didn't seem to be anywhere around at the moment. Now it was just she and the kid until he decided to come home... that is IF he decided to. When she had made her round about the room she noticed little Jocelyn was sitting all alone in the corner clutching at a bear. "Hey kid relax make yourself at home.." Though Harls seemed like a complete nut job on the outside she still had a big heart and hated seeing the little girl so unhappy.
With a high pitched sigh Harleen walked over and plopped down next to her. "I know it seems a little scary now, but you'll get used to it. I'll have a smile on that face in no time." She gently poked at Jocelyn's cheek and smiled reassuringly, and tried to be as comforting as a maniacal clown girl could be. "Don't tell Mister J I said so, but he's really not so bad.. he's just got some really deep seeded issues... I used to be his doctor you know. Ahh well, you hungry? I'm starving.." |
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Post by theoprhan on Feb 1, 2009 23:46:08 GMT -5
Jocelyn didn't look up when Harley told her to relax. How could she when she was so scarred of her situation. She even heard the woman sigh before she felt more than heard her plop down next to her on the floor. She tried to put as much distance between her and Harleen as much as the two walls would allow. She was not yet quiet comfortable with Harley, but she would definitely prefer her company to Joker's.
When she was told that Harls would put a smile on her face, the imagine of Joker came to mind. Her eyes squeezed shut and she clutched her bear tighter than ever before. When she felt her cheek being poked gently, she turned her head away into the shelter of the corner and her bear. She thought that she would never be able to smile ever again, not that she smiled much before... She didn't respond when Harley then went on to tell her that the woman was Joker's doctor and that the man was really not that bad.
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 6, 2009 23:30:01 GMT -5
"Spaghetti it is!" ;D Harls hopped up from the floor and trotted off into the "kitchen" area. Which wasn't much of a kitchen, with a counter top table, rusted stove and a brand new microwave Harley had just nipped from Sears a few days ago. So now she just had to cook...
"What now, ahh noodles!"
Where were the noodles, and how in the heck would one cook a noodle with no running water. Which presented a problem for the nights meal, as it did need to boil she guessed. Cooking was not something she did lately, or ever sense meeting Joker. He wasn't the type to come home at the end of the day for a warm meal.
"This is bananas!"
She stood with her arms crossed to her chest, this was not a good way to start her new adventure with Jocelyn. Starving. So with a clowny pout she searched around only to find three of her favorite things. Peanut butter, jelly and some yummy dill pickles. What went together better than that!? She fixes up a monstrous pile of pickles and sandwiches. Then carefully sets it in front of Joce, and digs in.
"Bon appetit!!"
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Post by theoprhan on Feb 7, 2009 17:50:26 GMT -5
Jocelyn didn't want anything to eat. Not from this horrid place anyway. She did, however, hear Harls clang around in the kitchen for things. She only managed to scoot further back into the corner in an attempt to shelter herself from this horror of reality.
She didn't even look up when the plate was set in front of her, and Harleen dug in the pile of PB & J sandwiches and pickles. She had resolved not to eat, but her stomach had given her away. Instead, like a scared animal, she snatched a sandwich up into her hand and then turned away before devouring it. She then did the same with a pickle...
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Post by Harleen Quinzel on Feb 8, 2009 21:25:44 GMT -5
"Nothing better tan peanut butter and pickles!" She felt horrible and not much like joking around at the moment, not when the kid was so scared. There had to be something she could do to cheer her up, make her feel more at home. Kids liked juggling right? No that wouldn't work she wasn't five. Harls knew, that this was no place for a kid and she had every right to be afraid. Joker had that affect on people, but she did what she had to, to keep the kid alive.
"So.. on a more serious note where are your parents, where you from? she looked around afer saying that just to make sure they were still alone, her puddin didn't take kindly to seriousness. "I think if we are going to be spending time together maybe we should know each other a little better, ask me anything you like..." She hoped her physiologist talents would work here, after all getting into peoples heads was one of her favorite things to do.
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Post by theoprhan on Feb 8, 2009 21:40:24 GMT -5
Jocelyn had managed to snatch another pickle and sandwich before Harls cornered her about her past. She looked up at the woman with fear still in her eyes, but she had already decided to answer her. After all, she did own her that much for talking Joker into not killing her. She finished off what was left of her second sandwich quickly before answering.
As she swallowed the last bite, she wondered what she should tell and decided to just stick to answering the questions at the moment. "I don't have any parents, and I grew up in an orphanage." She hugged the bear to her chest as she remembered the last time she had ran into someone from that horrid place. If she thought more deeply on the thought, she would have discovered it was the base reason she was in this situation. However what eleven year-old did think that deeply? Jocelyn wasn't one of them, if they did indeed exist.
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