Harley didn't know how she got here. The strange guy with the funny hat told her what was what when she came through the portal thingy, but she really didn't pay much attention. Something something about monsters and corrosion? Nah, she was easily distracted by the smells of food in the air.
It really didn't take her long to find a place to eat, to which she just about ordered almost anything off the menu, and sat in the outdoor eating area to do some people watching. Seriously, how can such a skinny thing pack away so much food without gaining weight?
III: Time to beat up some baddies!
Okay! So those must be the monsters that the funny hat guy was talking about. Well, Harley had been itching for a fight for a while now. She had managed to get her hand on a large mallet, which she probably stole.
"Holee stinky olee! Ya guys smell worse than a fisherman's boat!" She waved her hand a little in front face to ward off the smell. "I was havin' a good evenin' until ya came along. Now which one a' ya wants ta meet Beatrice first." She smacked the handle of the mallet into her other hand, a wicked grin on her face.
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Date: 2019-09-22 03:16 am (UTC)There's a new clown in town!
Harley didn't know how she got here. The strange guy with the funny hat told her what was what when she came through the portal thingy, but she really didn't pay much attention. Something something about monsters and corrosion? Nah, she was easily distracted by the smells of food in the air.
It really didn't take her long to find a place to eat, to which she just about ordered almost anything off the menu, and sat in the outdoor eating area to do some people watching. Seriously, how can such a skinny thing pack away so much food without gaining weight?
Okay! So those must be the monsters that the funny hat guy was talking about. Well, Harley had been itching for a fight for a while now. She had managed to get her hand on a large mallet, which she probably stole.
"Holee stinky olee! Ya guys smell worse than a fisherman's boat!" She waved her hand a little in front face to ward off the smell. "I was havin' a good evenin' until ya came along. Now which one a' ya wants ta meet Beatrice first." She smacked the handle of the mallet into her other hand, a wicked grin on her face.
III: Wild card!
Feel free to toss something at me!