Joke Thirty Five | Everyone leaves me

[crazy_clownwoman]

[Harley has been having a blast, Halloween coming up after all. The best holiday of all. And they were going to have a great time! Everything was awesome for once! 
Of course it never lasts. She found Vince dusting the toy shop. A quick run to his house and she see's everything she needs to. ...Or more like the lack of everything she needs to. She is not pleased.

The phone is knocked off the hook. Mayfield you may now here a HIGHLY distraught woman yelling through tears. It sounds like someone is throwing things as well.]

-OUT OF IT!  VINCE! 

Stop it! Stop it right now! 

[A smash]

"Mrs. Quinn I think we should get to work."

DON'T CALL ME THAT! 

"Well I'm going to go and clean the window's now. Keep an eye on the shop won't you?"

[And just sobbing now.]

.....You weren't supposed to leave me....

[Harley notices the phone and grabs it up.]

Fine! Take everyone away from me why don't you! What's the point! I try and try and EVERY TIME they leave. I'm tired of all of this. Torturing us every month, taking away people. Bringing people back who don't remember you anyway!

Well I've had it! I QUIT! I'm not doing anything here ever again! I don't CARE if I get droned. This place is horrible! And whoever's doing this is a sick freak! 

[And with that she slams the phone down and marches home. Call back? Try to drag her out of her locked bedroom? She's inside crying but she'll answer the phone or a knock on the door.]

Comments

phone;;

[heartmaestro]

[She gulps, asking herself why she would try to intervene in Harley's business, but--]

Harley-san...?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment but she grabs the phone from the bed. She sounds miserable.]

What.

The Streets

[boostedfailure.livejournal.com]

[Booster Gold knows Harley, he knows that she's bubbly and cheerful and damn is that a stomp so his paranoia kicks in. Following her home he'll knock on the door after a bit, ready to jump out of the way cause well, Gotham and all.]

Er.... Harley?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Muffled voice from the other side of the door. Like someone's leaning against it. And has been doing some crying.]

What?

Harley's House

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart heard the phone call and has come straight to Harley's house.

Friends in need. He knocks three times.]

Hey Harley?

Are you okay?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Nope.

[Just leaning against the door.]

her house he totally knows where it is shush

[uranophobe.livejournal.com]

[knock

knock

knockknockknock]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Sulking. Answers through the door.]

What.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Harley? Is that you? Or did someone angry just jump into your frame?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Grabs the phone.]

It's me.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[More knocking on your door over here, did you really think Ivy wasn't going to come over after hearing that?]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[She's not thinking straight.]

What.

[perfectvoice.livejournal.com]

[Miku saw what happened. And since Vince is--was her assigned father, she kind of feels really bad about it.

So, yes, she's following Harley to her home, or at least to the front door. She's going to knock once, twice, before speaking.]

Ah...hello? Um, miss? I saw you talking to Vince-san.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Have a voice from the other side of the door.]

Yeah?

phone

[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[ohgod he- He knows what this is like all too well. Mayfield's not just to blame. Back home he's a world apart from his best friend, his trusted partner. Literally.]

Unuuu... Lady-dono? [A beat. A moment of consideration, of word-choice.] This place-

I'm going to stop those who are doing this. Somehow, someway. It's a promise!

phone

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Aw...kid. She'll be sad to see you droned. Picks up the phone anyway.]

Yeah, lots of people say that.

....but thanks anyway.

Home!

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ Niou is just going to... timidly knock on the door after a while. ]

Harley?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Muffled reply. Like she's face first in a pillow.]

What.

[brbgoing2russia.livejournal.com]

Uh, Miss Quinn?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Harley is face first in a pillow. The bouncing get's her to look up because hello that door was looked for a reason. She's been crying a lot and you can tell. Even if she isn't wearing makeup.]

What are you doing here.

[phone]

[geassedmassacre.livejournal.com]

[This lady sounds really upset. Euphie can't just leave someone like this, so she's call back.]

Hello...?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Grabs the phone again.]

Yeah?

[phone]

[sardinedrinker.livejournal.com]

[Valvatorez, being awfully concerned for the woman on the other end of the line... calls back. This seems like a good time to get more information.]

Miss, what seems to be the trouble?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Another phone call.]

This town.

Phone

[hardhat-truckie.livejournal.com]

(Engie was at work, but there weren't any customers coming in. Bored, he was about to start dismantling the phone to see how it works when he heard the call. At first, he was about to put the receiver back; it wasn't really a good thing to eavesdrop. But when he heard the young woman yelling in the background, he knew that it'd be even worse if he didn't try to help. So quickly, he calls back.)

Miss? I'm not sure what the whole story is, but you sound like you're in a world of hurt. Is there anythin' I can do for ya? I hate ta hear a young woman so upset.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

Not unless you know a way home.