[ Harley wakes with a start. Her brain is a mess of chaos and broken parts, but she knows it, and that dream was definitely not something crafted by her own subconscious. She's more curious than concerned as she looks around the room. It's a far cry better than most places she finds herself, which goes a long way toward speedrunning the five stages of interdimensional kidnapping and landing at acceptance in record time. She flops back in bed and stretches luxuriously, and it's only then that the letter catches her eye.
She reads it a couple times. The corners of her mouth turn down and her brows furrow as she does some counting on her fingers. ]
Damn, got another week until my cycle. Don't s'pose you happen to have any convenient open wounds at the moment?
Roller Rink
[ First of all, Harley is not giving these skates back. She may just skate everywhere she needs to go from now on.
Second, she has to forcibly remind herself that this is not roller derby and she should not slam into other skaters. Not even the ones that are going too slow or getting in her way or just kind of look like it would be funny to see them fall down.
But, third, just because she isn't doing violence on purpose doesn't mean she isn't trailing chaos in her wake. Struggling adults might find themselves getting a slap on the rear as she whizzes past, or tripped up when she "accidentally" sticks a foot in their path. Smoking a cigarette or wearing a cute accessory? She'll just snatch that right up as she goes and spin away with a gleeful cackle.
Harley isn't as outright devious to the younger crowd, and she isn't ... exactly going out of her way to help. That's not her style and she doesn't even like kids, but. If some little brat still getting their skate-legs happens to trip, she might coincidentally decide to take a break and coincidentally position herself so that the newbie has plenty of space to collect themselves and get back on their feet. Not that Harley even noticed. Of course. ]
Mallrats
[ Harley doesn't recognize any of the stores, but it doesn't matter. All malls are the same at their core, and she was a semi-feral 90s kid. This is definitely familiar territory even though the window dressing is new.
She thoroughly explores every store. Pawing through racks, picking things up and putting them down in the wrong place whenever something new catches her eye, staff shooting her looks of disdain (Paradiso) or hope of a sure sale (Oblivion). She doesn't actually buy anything, though. No, Harley is scouting out the best places to shoplift.
But just because she's on a mission doesn't mean she won't insert herself into literally anyone else's business. She tends to pop up and offer unsolicited opinions whenever someone else lingers over an item. ]
no subject
[ Harley wakes with a start. Her brain is a mess of chaos and broken parts, but she knows it, and that dream was definitely not something crafted by her own subconscious. She's more curious than concerned as she looks around the room. It's a far cry better than most places she finds herself, which goes a long way toward speedrunning the five stages of interdimensional kidnapping and landing at acceptance in record time. She flops back in bed and stretches luxuriously, and it's only then that the letter catches her eye.
She reads it a couple times. The corners of her mouth turn down and her brows furrow as she does some counting on her fingers. ]
Damn, got another week until my cycle. Don't s'pose you happen to have any convenient open wounds at the moment?
Roller Rink
[ First of all, Harley is not giving these skates back. She may just skate everywhere she needs to go from now on.
Second, she has to forcibly remind herself that this is not roller derby and she should not slam into other skaters. Not even the ones that are going too slow or getting in her way or just kind of look like it would be funny to see them fall down.
But, third, just because she isn't doing violence on purpose doesn't mean she isn't trailing chaos in her wake. Struggling adults might find themselves getting a slap on the rear as she whizzes past, or tripped up when she "accidentally" sticks a foot in their path. Smoking a cigarette or wearing a cute accessory? She'll just snatch that right up as she goes and spin away with a gleeful cackle.
Harley isn't as outright devious to the younger crowd, and she isn't ... exactly going out of her way to help. That's not her style and she doesn't even like kids, but. If some little brat still getting their skate-legs happens to trip, she might coincidentally decide to take a break and coincidentally position herself so that the newbie has plenty of space to collect themselves and get back on their feet. Not that Harley even noticed. Of course. ]
Mallrats
[ Harley doesn't recognize any of the stores, but it doesn't matter. All malls are the same at their core, and she was a semi-feral 90s kid. This is definitely familiar territory even though the window dressing is new.
She thoroughly explores every store. Pawing through racks, picking things up and putting them down in the wrong place whenever something new catches her eye, staff shooting her looks of disdain (Paradiso) or hope of a sure sale (Oblivion). She doesn't actually buy anything, though. No, Harley is scouting out the best places to shoplift.
But just because she's on a mission doesn't mean she won't insert herself into literally anyone else's business. She tends to pop up and offer unsolicited opinions whenever someone else lingers over an item. ]
That's cute! You should try it!