Brainwashed

[crazy_clownwoman]

[Well Harley's been brainwashed for an hour  like the rest of the others at the would be town hall break-in. She appears to be baking]

Oh well, that's the last of them. I'm sure my children will love the freshly baked oatmeal cookies I've made for them!

[If you thought Harley was overlly cheery before...]

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[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

[and she's over in almost two seconds, a-knock-knockin' on your door]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley walks over to the door, unnearving smile still on her face as she opens it. She's wearing the standered clothing of the era and even her hair is done properally insted of the ponytales she always had it in.]

Oh, I'm so pleased you could make it Vorpal dear. Please come in.

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

[oh jeebus; Vorpal manages to keep the stunned look off her face, but the smile is tight as she ambles inside.]

Good t'see ya so cheerful, Harley.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[The creepy grin is still there as Harley ushers Vorpal in]

Well it's such a nice day out. Not that it's ever not a nice day here in Mayfield.

[Harley laughs, still in her creepy voice]

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Nope. Always perfect, here in Mayfield. [this is going to change and soon. Vorpal is not going to deal with this shit anymore, not when her friends are getting involved.]

So what'cha been bakin'?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Oatmeal cookies. A new batch, the boys pretty much finished off the last batch. Little rascals.

[She laughs again as she walks into the kitchen]

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

[oh god oh god OH GOD SO CREEPY. when it's enough to unnerve Vorpal, you've hit gold.]

That so? How're the boys, Harley? Doin' alrigh'?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

They're fine, thank you for asking. [Another creepy smile]

Oh they're outside now practising for the big game! Little Marie's upstairs colouring a picture for her brother right now, for when they win. So sweet of her...

I'm so sure they'll win.

[Harley picks up the bowl that is one the counter]

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

[Vorpal takes a seat at the table, wondering if knocking out Harley would be doing her a favour right now or not.]

Mebbe I should sign cat up for baseball or somethin'. Folks 'round here like the game a whole lot.

1/3

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

That would be lovely, after all it is our-

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley freeze's, completly still. That sound you don't hear? The hours up...and the bowl she's holding is suddenly dropped on the floor as Harley stares at it with large eyes]

What...what....

...

3/3

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[And she's looking at her "housewifey" clothes and apperence]

what...what the heck am I wearing!!

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Yer back! [crows with delight, hands thrown up in a 'yay!' gesture]

Dude. They fuckin' brainwashed you.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley's eyes are wide, she remembers it all but..still. Stares at herself in the window. And suddenly pulls her hair out of it's "respectful" appearence all the while enraged]

I'm gonna kill 'em!

[Her hair's in hastily done pony tails as she fumes]

[singmeundead.livejournal.com]

Want help? Ah ain't had a good killin' in ages an' Ah'm overdue.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley fumes for a few minutes but then manages to calm herself down.]

Thanks.
[She smiles, though normally now.]

I may just take ya' up on that offer.