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   Harley opened her eyes and blinked languidly at the ceiling. The tranquilizers they had given her that morning were beginning to wear off. Her mind was a near blank state and her whole body ached. The light was too bright for her re-adjusting eyes and she closed them once again. Harley made an attempt to speak but all that came out was a pitiful whine. Almost immediately, the female guard who had been waiting outside her cell watching her through the plexi-glass, swiped her I.D card and entered the small room. She walked quickly over to Harley's bed and took out her radio. "Inmate number 09537495 has regained consciousness. Requesting Dr. Lealand to her cell."

   Harley's opened her eyes slowly at the sound of her name. "M...my baby." She whispered with struggle. "Can I see her?" The guard shushed her soothingly. "Miss Quinzel, you're coming off of the tranquilizers. You're in Arkham, okay?" Harley struggled to focus on the woman before failing and laughing. "I can't go to Arkham now! The cookies just came out of the oven!" The guard smiled and thanked God that her reaction to the drugs wasn't violence like some of the others. Dr. Lealand arrived in a panic, also expecting violence but rather receiving a very delusional woman. "Miss Quinzel, can you hear me?" She said soothingly. Harley looked to her old coworker and smiled. "Loud n' clear Joan! Hey where ya been? We got a code blue on level 3!" 

   Joan tried to hold back her laughter. "My name is Dr. Lealand to you now, Harleen. You're a patient here. You no longer work here, remember?" Harley sighed. "Oh yeah. I can't...I can't think straight." She stuttered as her mind and were body slowly returned to her. "We gave you a powerful tranquilizer. You'll be fine in a few hours. Just lay down and take it easy. Do you remember us giving you the shot at all?" She shrugged. "I dunno. I don't remember anything right now. 'Cept William's gonna be pissed when I don't get outta here for Christmas. Guess my outburst sealed the deal on that..." The doctor smiled. "On the contrary, Miss Quinn. The Asylum Board of Directors think it may be beneficial for you to be home on the holidays. Of course you'll need to return but, we can at least give you the day. It's clear that the last thing you need is to be separated any further from your family."

Here are some RP's that I have on my to do list. There's more but they are lost in the sea of nonsense that is my blog.

I'm feeling kinda sick and "Las posadas" take away a bit from my RP time. So we also have that.... Feel free to tell me when you're bored of a thread. These are just to make sure everyone knows I'm still interested in RPing. So don't be discoraged to make a new RP through the ASK or SUBMIT. 

INTO THE XMAS FEEL RP

With hats-and-tea-and-maddness LAST POST BY ME

With miss-aurelie-at-arkham LAST POST BY Danielle.

With williamoliverwilliams LAST POST BY ME

MIDDAY: "Sightseeing" Last post by me.

VIKTOR: "Haunted House" Last post by Viktor mun.

    Harley ran out past the asylum gates. She had been miraculously released. Wait, she had been released hadn't she? She couldn't quite remember anything before that moment. Harley bolted through the snow to Aurelie's house, not even wanting to wait for a bus. She knocked rapidly on the door and called her name. "Aurelie! Will! I'm out! They let me out!" Her words echoed in her own ears and all reactions seemed delayed. Not that she noticed. William answered the door and looked up indifferently. "Oh. Harley. What are you doing here?" His voice was monotone with no emotion. "I got out! They let me out! I'll be here for Christmas! Can I come in?" She said excitedly without pauses. "Um...we weren't planning on you being here. Maybe...maybe you should just go home Harley. You don't really belong here anymore. I'm Aurelie's now and honestly i'm better off here. She doesn't kill people knowing she has a child back home. Just...you should go now." Before she could respond, Will closed the door on her, leaving her alone in the cold. She could hear Aurelie yelling "Who was that?" and Will's response of "Nobody. It was nobody."

   Time seemed to freeze and Harley looked down at her hands. They were covered in blood. She looked behind her at the pile of bloody dead bodies which had appeared without reason. They lie there in a lifeless heap, staining the snow crimson. She first recognized the man she had recently killed before seeing another man under him. Thomas. And a small blonde blue eyed child beneath him. The girl's eyes locked in an open lifeless gaze. Harley screamed as she realized she was staring at her dead child. The falling snow turned the same crimson shade as she screamed while no one took notice. 

Oh, I assure you he is.

As soon as Will went back to bed, Harley began writing the note.

Will,

            I’m leaving. I might be gone a long time. Aurelie will take good care of you. Go easy on her. Call her as soon as you read this.

                                                                              --xoxo Harls.

She folded the note and left it on the counter where he would see it before leaving. She took nothing, knowing it would be confiscated anyway. Though she was coming calmly, her check in wouldn’t be voluntary. Her car remained at her apartment as she took the bus to Arkham.