Remind me to update my interests.
Hey guys, well my journal like the title states, informs the readers about the days in my life. It talks about my relationship with my friends, my boyfriend Jared, and my views on women:) Anyway, I will write about my adventures in college and New Yo
Hey Mr. Highlighter... Put a record on!
I'm down with G O D, Yeah you know me!
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You have a very cute avatar
(oh why thank you)
"Someone call the farmer! I smell a pig!" Harley's oggling eyes swiviled from Bruce Wayne over towards a much less attractive man. "Jeez, whatta creep! You outta teach him some manners." the look on Harley's usual chiper face was turned into a scowl. Sexiest never really sat well with her, especially since she continued to seem to prove them wrong. "Boy, if Red was here, she'd bust his balls in more ways then one. Dun listen to him kid, there are better places to work then this. Besides, you show anymore clevage and they will start carding at the door. Come on toots, let's blow this pop stand. And if we get lucky that could be a literal meanin'!"
After a few sneezes, Harley soon notices the scent and seems to take a small liking to it. "Not bad, sure I'll smell like a french brothal for a while, but not bad." Harley naturally notices the slip and can't help but smirk. Thieving eyes tend to notice the little mistakes that are made. She prentends not to notice, for the girl's benefit, not her own, and quickly allows her gaze to follow in the direction of the billionaire. "Well sure he is. Any man with money like his would look attrictive." even with her comment, Harley does take notice on the enterupneur's apperance. Wether it was his slightly dimpled chin, his broad jawline, or his deep blue eyes and sleek raven hair, Harely did find him to be attractive. She had always had a weak spot for handsome men, but ever since her eyes landed on a clown of a differant color, she had rarely ever had the time, nor appitite, to look at another. Since he wasn't with her at the moment, she figured that there was no harm in simply looking. Looking was fine, it was the touching that would be an issue.
Harley's body goes rigid as she feels someone knock into her from behind. Normally there is a six foot something bat behind her when that happens, but the voice soon relaxes her a bit. "Whatchya, tryin', tah say? I stink 'er sumtin'?" she lays on her accent a bit more then usual, making her sound very much like a Brooklyn mobster. Harley's bright blue eyes begin to scan the colored glass bottle, taking in the features of it all. It looked fairly expensive. After a moment of when looked like deep consideration, Harley gives a small shurg, her pursed lips loosening into a brilliant smile "Aw, just messin' wit ya kid. Sure, spritz me up!" her arms are extended before her as she presents herself to the young girl, allowing herself to fall victim to whatever smell may come from the bottle.
well you would make up a differant character for him hun. and alright, I suppose we can rp if you wish
oh sweet. It's a bit slow due to me and a few others not being on as much, but you are more then welcome to join. In fact, we are looking for a hench girl for the Riddler, sound intrested?
yes indeed I do. In fact I'm running a Batman rp where I play as Harls.
Why thank you hun, pieced it together meself
Sure. :3 Sounds good to me.
Well, I can take you wherever you wish to go. Tonight is your night...