Thread: Game Over (RoleplayMaster x OfTheFireFlysX)

As Harley began talking to the group, she was interrupted by the nervous man behind her, muttering what he believed to be a good name, or trying to at least. Before he could offer his take on the name now he had more to work with, Harley spun her head around to him, her body and mainly hips swaying around too as the white and red face of Ms. Quinn stare daggers into him, making a fist and placing it on her hip. With the other hand, she swings it up to point right at him, screaming at him. Did you just interrupt me! Not making it obvious if she was asking a question or being rhetorical, she looked at the man's face and saw no answer coming from him, making her shout it once more. Hey, prolly' smart, sexy, badass guy, answer me! With yet no answer, but in all fairness, the rapidness of yell's Harley was hurling at the man made it impossible for him to get a word in edgeways. Leaving the pack of goons, she walk back over to the man, placing his glasses on the floor between where they stood. Back once again face to face, she started to open her mouth to probably yell more and more at the guy, but was cut off when he finally finished off what he had to say, and uttered the name 'The Cruel Hand Of Justice' which caught Harley off guard, closing her mouth and stroking her chin. Looking upwards past the man, she mumbled it to herself. The Cruel Hand Of Justice... I... She kept the man waiting, though at this point, she hoped her yell's had taught him a lesson about interrupting her. ... I like it, it's need's something else in there, it doesn't really feel... us The clown princess extended her arm across the goons behind her, showing how the justified name did not suit a bunch of men covered in clown make up, holding comically oversized weapons. Most of the men there were very serious criminals, but only having committed crimes against other criminals, this most likely being from them being in a mob or crime family, though when the Joker recruited most of them many years back, he didn't really take note of their past, he just wanted a man who could do his bidding. This is why Harley had previously spoken to these men, sensing that one day the Joker would get bored of her and trade her in for a newer model, rumors of this 'upgrade' being Copperhead. Harley in her years with The Joker had already began building her team to one day when she was thrown away like garbage, she could overthrow the criminal lord or Gotham and take her place where she thought she belonged, as a savoir, though the more she started to control her forces, she started to look past Gotham. It's gotta' be, 'The Cool Hand Of Justice' serving out justice in a cool way, which is what we do, and we are all pretty cool eh' boy's! Harley hears the roar behind her and begins to chuckle, then remember her statement about if the man came up with a name or not. Though he did not come up with the final name she settled on, he contributed to it enough to make Harley reward him with a slightly worse offer. Right right, yeah yeah, the deal and that, though ya' didn't come up wit' tha' final name, you might aswell get a reward, your cute anyway. Meh, you better be fine with a handjob, that's what your getting, like it or not!. Turning back around to group, though beside the guy, she yelled out to the men, something they would love. Boy's... here's a late welcome gift from me... or more preciously, Mistah J to you. We are in the most high class hooker district of Gotham with the finest girls you shall ever see... apart from me of course. But regardless, I would you boys to enjoy yourself, since we are taking over Gotham, all you guy's go and show these lowlife ho's who the boss is, and remember... be gentle. With the statement, Harley pressed a button on her belt and a secret sliding door opened up in the wall, slowly peeling back, the metallic rust scraping between the door and wall as the door showed to be the most lucrative stash of money these goons have ever seen. They all grabbed a handful, pushing each other aside, all wanting to get their dick wet first, and once they all got the grope of cash, they were, off to recruit the hooker's of Gotham for Harley. But not her little friend. Oh you... you... I'm just gonna' call ya' Sexi Boy, I suppose you want your treat now huh. Can't even wait till' they get back from hardcore fucking no?.