"One potato, two potato, three potato four." She sang as she swung back and forth not being able to do much else with her straight jacket on. The playful blonde was suspended upside down swaying to and fro. She let out a giggle looking at the tick marks and drawings that was painted around her cell in blood, knife marks, and whatever else she had mustered into her cell through the years. A sigh escaped her. This time she had been apprehended after a heist gone bad and the Joker let her take the fall, she didn't mind she knew Arkham like she knew the back of her hand, well not her left hand, that one she didn't know as well as the right one. Either way one foot left its place balancing her weight and her toes began to pick at the locks on her back. When would they learn they couldn't hold her in a glorified coat?" She murmured to herself as her toes flexed and clenched working the straps undone one after the other.
Within minutes she sent from suspended swing back and forth in a straight jacket to arms free hanging down as the long sleeves drug her down. Harley began swinging again to gain enough momentum to propel herself from suspension and down without hitting her head. This would require a well timed swing partnered with a flip nothing she wasn't used to. "Well here goes nothin'." She spoke swinging enough the last time so that her body was high enough that her feet could let go of the bar angling down and the rest of her up though at the last second one of the free buckles caught and caused her to tumble a little on her descent to the ground. Oh well at least it wasn't her head, she merely ended up jamming her foot a bit as she looked up sticking her tongue out at the bar now dancing around her cell spinning about. "Weeee!" She spoke before giggling giddy to be somewhat out of the restraint, though she would be even giddier to be out of confinement completely.
It was clear Harley was not alone, but it went beyond the probable voices in her head, down the furthest dankest corridor from her cell the rustic chime of the antiquated elevator sliding metal against metal sounded out, followed by the obvious sound of approaching footsteps and whispering voices. The source of the disturbance at this ungodly hour? What of course, but guards leading their freshest cargo towards his empty cell, locking him tight behind a straight jacket, held roughly by two guards, it seemed likely he was in it for the long haul. Jr. Had seen his fair share of action in Gotham city, liked sticking his nose where it didn't belong, society six didn't mind, after all the triple contortionist had made a name for himself. Narrating his own thoughts madly, he chimed out, "--Some called him, Floppity, others the 'He/she wonder', but ladies and gentle germs, we call him as we sees him, totally unabridged, the unhinged and simply astonishing Ragdoll!" tilting his head back, as if awaiting the laughter of a long dead studio audience, he moaned sadly from behind his painted white mask, "--Pity, no applause? Boo, no fun, party poopers." continuing down the row, shuffling along, his figure emaciated, he walked in such a fashion, slouched forward as if lean muscles hung far too heavy on his malnourished frame. But, It wasn't until in passing, having spot Harley within her cell, that the eccentric faux red head suddenly snapped back now uncooperative , a loud pop echoing sharp down the hall as he dislocating both his shoulders, spinning off its axis. A full 360 turn, feet flailing out kicking off his escorts, while expertly slipping out gracefully... Miraculously from his straight jacket. One was immediately down, head struck roughly against the wall with his sudden impact... "--Alas, The movie!" he howled, savagely straddling guard two, as he managed to find his footing spidery limbs contorted impossibly, arm wrapped double around his head, blocking mouth and nose, suffocating him slowly like a constrictor snake. And then guard two dropped, lifeless and silent unceremoniously to the ground, "--Told you I wanted my applause, and this little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way... Ooh so chrome !" Peter cooed, pilfering the guards hat for himself, playing dress up.
Posted: Sun May 29, 2016 5:02 pm
Unhinged Ragdoll
Just as she had settled she began to hear a scuffle and she nosed to the front of the plexi-glass cell literally her little nose peeking over the side wall to sneak a peak at what was going on. The scene unfolding was Ragdoll, Dollhead, Redhead, some villain she had seen before but couldn't quite place ever actually talking to him. But boy was she impressed, his limbs bent back and forth like he didn't have any bones in his body and he taught the guards a lesson they had been needing. She would have but for the glass in front of her with only four holes to talk through. When he called for applause her hands rose to clap but then she remembered she had just broken free from her restraints and even though they were distracted one of the bozos might notice that she was free and try and restrain her again. She didn't want to have to go through the work of freeing herself again just after she had already done it. But then the second guard went down and this time she didn't care. Her hands rose up and began to clap on their own and then she moved her fingers to her lips to make a wolf whistle her foot tapping up and down in time like one of those guys in a cartoon scoping out a pretty girl except a bit more zany. "Atta boy! She cheered before jumping up and down. She was always so full of energy.
The all too familiar sound of applause sounded at his back, from within the cell to where his right would have been, was an encore from a unknown source, a hidden peanut gallery. Rising up onto his feet speaking from behind the stagnant expressionless ceramic mask, he freakishly, and impossibly turned his head right around backwards, as if he'd snapped his neck, looking deep into the shadows beyond, "--It seems Peter we have company," referring to himself madly in third person, "--So it seems Ragdoll," turning his body around, so that his torso snapped like a rubber band, head and neck remaining stagnant ever constant. He Stalked slowly, like a gangly misshapen predator, and peered inside, eyes glittering from behind his mask, as he pressed his face against the bullet proof glass, "--Why hello in there?" within the shadows he saw her... Harley Quinn, Jokers henchgirl... Or was it former, Peter never kept up with such things, he had a mind and agenda of his own. Popping his knuckles, digits wiggling like dainty spiders, while the yarn hair fanned about his hidden features he cooed, "--Do you want out, it's easy peasy lemon squeezy, a simple jingle of keys. Oh, Hickory Dickory Doll, Trapped behind a wall, no time for games, no time for fun... Unless you wish to flee and run," he rhymed. Shifting position, he kicked the guard backwards against the wall, his body scrunched up providing a makeshift looking chair, one Rags thankfully took, perched upon him like the 'Thinking Man' apparently un-afraid of the fact another guard could appear at any minute, "--Will or wont it be?"
Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2016 5:10 pm
Unhinged Ragdoll
Harley nodded jumping up and down when he asked if she wanted out. "I was gonna work up a way ta spring myself, but a lady never turns down a helping hand. And though I may not look it, I most certainly am a lady. Give me a hand would you?" She asked with a pout as she stood in front of the glass her pout pressed against it now leaving a mark, her head titled to the side as she watched the ragdoll looking character folded the guard up like a chair and took a seat. "Let's just say I owe you one and call it even shall we?" She asked blinking her blue orbs innocently, as innocently as the box blonde could look. What was one little favor, as long as he didn't ask her for anything sexual it couldn't be too bad. That was the one thing that crossed her borders and she doubted this seemingly boneless man would cook up. He reminded her of quite a few people, the Hatter, Riddler, her Mister Jay, those sorts always had other things on their mind. She stood back a bit so he could open the door without bopping her brains out. It was arguable she had none, but she wasn't the one arguing that. Her hands went to her pony tails twirling some hair around her finger in anticipation. One thing for sure she would take a visit to the storage locker and get her suit and mallet before she hit the funny papers. She wasn't one for the civilian behind bars look and she didn't go anywhere unprotected.
Ragdoll paused as if in thought for a moment, as if maybe like the 'Thinking Man' (although if you asked him he would have called himself a thinking it) deciding if letting her out was something he genuinely wanted to do, yarn hair fanning gently across his pale mask, "--Could be fun, I suppose Rags..." he conferred among himself, "--PErHaPs sHe wiLl mAkE yoU a PreTtY paPeR crOwN..." Peter smiled genuinely at this thought, he'd enjoy a lovely little Hat, pushing off the corpse chair he'd cleverly fashioned for himself, managing to loop his slender gloved bony fingers around the keyring. This indeed had been the first time junior had been admitted to Arkham, but he had been here plenty of times, liked to visit the inmates and pretend he was feeding zoo animals, often he just hid along the pipes or in between the thin spaces in the wall, and none would be the wiser. When she managed to clear the area, he had In no time unlocked the door, simply matched the corresponding numbered key with her cell door, and voila it would open up to her. Twisting unnaturally arms wrapped in such an unusual manner, he held the knob, speaking again, "--Where doth we flee next my dove?" voice suddenly taking on a strange English accent, albeit temporarily... assuming she'd want her gear... he hadn't quite part with his yet, after all they'd barely got him through processing.
Posted: Tue Jun 21, 2016 5:54 pm
Unhinged Ragdoll
As soon as the door to the cell clinked open she grabbed his hand pulling the jointless, or double, maybe triple jointed, ahhh whatever jointed sort of guy he was along. Harley lead him to the part of Arkham which was like a giant Warehouse of sorts. They stored the regular's stuff in crates. Her eyes scanned the room, why was it always so full? "Where is it, where is it? She spot a loud as she left Ragdoll to stand there as she bounced from box to box knocking some over, others prying open to peek in frowning when she found junk. Some things she threw on the floor others she didn't bother taking out of the box until her nimble fingers grasped at a wooden handle about three crates high."Timber!" She yelled as she picked up what was her familiar wooden mallet and threw it from the crate. It was too cumbersome to climb down with after she had somersaulted and crawled her way up to it. "Catch it why don'tcha?" She called below to Ragdoll, at least if he didn't he could duck and avoid being hit square in the jaw by it. May have been better to avoid it. She always forgot it was heavier to others since she had enhanced strength. "Hey you ever get a sense that someone is talking about ya?" She asked as her left ear wiggled a bit. It did that when she thought someone was mentioning her, talking smack, or sometimes just when she was cold. Could be anything really. "Oh hey you wanna help me with somethin' else? I need to pay my puddin' a visit. He'll be so surprised to see me sprung from the slammer!" Yeah he would be surprised considering the amount of times she sprung him were far more than he her. She was getting fed up with his crap but something always kept her coming back. However this time she felt like she might not want to truly go back. She was a changing gal. She had spent time with Ivy and even done a stunt on Amanda Waller's suicide squad. She had been learning to get along without Joker and she wanted to show him that. Maybe it would be a wake up call right? The psychiatrist in her could only hope, maybe for once she could steal his attention from B-Man. However she wouldn't have done it from that cell so she really did owe Rag man one. "Well what do you say pal?" The agile gymnast asked as she did a back tuck down from the crates landing feet together just in front of the redhead.
In an instant, Junior was snatched, arm extending, shifting seeming to almost pull apart at great length, until his body took to following her, "--Ahh, that felt good..." as if she'd stretched his limbs. Wherever he walked, one could swear they heard the tune 'Pop goes the Weasel' in Jack in the Box sound, or maybe it played only in the heads of lunatics, Ragdoll certainly heard it. Entering a vast room, she freed his hand, and instantly began to search, clearly looking for her items, and making quite a mess in the process. Junior would have helped, but once again he was distracted, he'd found Riddlers box and pried it open without hesitation climbing inside, he'd have gone with Penguins or Hatters, but he was much more a bowler type of guy...thing. And for a moment he was gone, having found her mallet possibly secluding it from the other junk, she tossed it out, "--Catch it why dont'cha?" popping out from the box like a whack a mole with a Riddler bowler on his head, he held out his arms to catch it... The mallet unceremoniously crashed to the ground 30 feet in front of him, "--Dammit! Janet! Not even close!" he piped, humming the tune to a Rocky Horror song, before diving back into the box, off handedly listening to Quinn, while he fished about, wondering if Edward had kinky fishnets or garters he wore hidden under his pants. Chatting again, like they were best gal pals on a Shopping spree, she continued talking, and digging through more boxes, "--Hey you ever get a sense that someone is talkin' about ya?" and he replied casually back, "--Oh! We do, but chances are we are hearing ourselves, the news talks sometimes about Merkel, none of it ever pleasant..." speaking about himself in third person, "--Oh hey, you wanna help me with somethin' else? I need to pay my puddin' a visit. He'll be so surprised to see me sprung from the Slammer." in her head hung images of hope, visions of strength and independence, joy and pride over the thought she could finally stand on her own two feet, and then Ragdoll shattered it... Or maybe made it easier, 'What do you say pal?'"--I think he's dead, or missing? Least that's what the papers say, Gotham hasn't seen sign of your clown prince in Months now. He doesn't even turn up... Ha ha turnip..." he joked, seeing how funny the words rolled together, before he became serious once more, "--On Riddlers security system, and he's got cameras wired all around the city, s**t probably watching our every move now... I should know, I hang out at his pad often... Although we don't ever seem to talk, guess he doesn't know I'm there. Unless you know where Joker is? In that case lead the way!"
Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2016 3:51 pm
Unhinged Ragdoll
"WHATTTTTTTT!" The blond possibly bipolar girl screamed. Of course she was appalled at the very notion the Joker could be dead. When would they ever learn, he never died. Sure he may disappear, fall off the radar, go into hiding, but her Mister Jay was like insanity you could try and snuff it out but it would always come back. "Surely you're mistaken, just cause he ain't been seen on any cameras doesn't mean he is dead. I want a body or I won't believe it. Everybody knows that. Dont'cha read any comics? Everyone knows the bad guy seems dead and then Boop! He springs out of nowhere. I am sure that's what Joker is going to do." For someone whom a moment earlier was happy to be free of him she sure was retreating to her old ways at the thought of him being deceased. "You were saying something about Riddler? Hey Bowler hat, if you're watching we're coming for you right now!" Her shrill voice yelled before looking over at Ragdoll. "And who's this Janet?" Something Ragdoll had said amongst his chatter had resonated with her cameras....Riddler had cameras. If she was gonna find any clues to the Joker Riddler might know more than anything right now, well except for Batman but she couldn't very well ask him for help. "ou wouldn't happen to know where Riddler is holding up would you? You seem to know a lot about him. You a fan or something? Let's you and I break in. With your bendy limbs and my 'agile' body it'll be a piece of cake. We can even get you a better hat." Her head tilted to the side and she batted her eyes putting her mallet down to look less threatening and more so nice. She wasn't one to gain friends and allies by whopping them around, she asked nicely and people did things for her and she did things for them.
"Hmm, You're probably right..." Ragdoll uttered, about Joker, shrugging gently, slender arms behind his head. Glancing toward him, she continued, seeming to find everything she needed, "--You were saying something about Riddler? Hey Bowler hat, if you're watching we're coming for you now!" she shout at nothing, assured Nigma was listening on one of his many cameras. Glancing over at him, she questioned... Unaware, "--And who is this Janet?" Junior gasped dramatically, clapping his hands against the sides of his face, "--W-what!? How could you not know who Janet is!? ******** Janet!!" he snarled twisting his neck around in a 360 degree angle, seeming to be suddenly enraged as if he was appalled. Calming himself immediately he spun back around, slumping forward, knees bent, and replied "--She's some broad in a movie, Transvestite Aliens, Frankenfurters, Ice Picks and wheelchairs... Oh! And singing! s**t loads of singing!" humming another of the songs gingerly, he marched in place, arms swinging wildly back and forth, and then she spoke again, once more drawing his attention, "--You wouldn't happen to know where Riddler is holding up would you? You seem to know a lot about him. You a fan or something?" flipping backwards out of the box like Spring Heeled Jack, he bent backwards landing gracefully like a slinky In front of Harley, looking upside down at her, joints popping softly, slate blue eyes glittering like buffed gems from beneath his ceramic mask, "--I'm a fan of a lot of things precious," he cooed, gently poking her nose, before snapping back like a rubber band, a few feet from her. Dramatically planting his hands folded under his chin like a kid in school photo, he purred, "--I was a fan of Mad Hatter 'Jervis Tetch' for awhile, and then I pushed him off a cliff... Can't have anyone madder then Moi...Riddler is of course at his usual humble abode, not much new with that one... He likes his order. Bing! " pushing past his rant she continued, "--Lets you and I break in. With your bendy limbs and my 'agile' body, it'll be a piece of cake, we can even get you a better Hat," Ragdoll seemed uncertain until she said the magic word, "--Hat!? Yes please! You've got yourself a deal Chuckles, I suppose since Wonder Woman's Tiara is out of the question, I'd settle for a paper one! Onward Ho, lovey!" this time he would be the one to snatch Harley by the wrist and charge through the halls, making short of enemies that blocked their path...
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