thegrandtorturer
/ i'm moving over to @-THECRAWLINGCHAOS- ! go there for far superior torment rps >:]
thegrandtorturer
thegrandtorturer
/ i have literate muse for violent and creepy torture, so if you're interested, cb rn!
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nutzos
turning into the corner, harley had entered the worst parts of gotham. they were no stranger to her and she was no stranger to the streets. everyone here knew her for her insane reputation thanks to the joker, no one even dared to put a hand on her. though it was different now, they had broken up and everyone was out for harley's head. it wasn't safe for her, but she wasn't scared. harley quinn had developed a high pain tolerance over the years with working for the joker, she knew she could take anything.
lowering her bat from her shoulders, she let out a sigh of relief as she cleaned off the rain from her forehead. the cops were after her, but refused to chase any further once they realized where she was. walking down the dark street, she dragged the bat lazily as she walked and stumbled across a man. knitting her eyebrows, she tilted her head. " what? ya think ya can scare me? "
nutzos
she had met many odd people and normal people along the way, those words were nothing to her but there was something odd that made her arms crawl with goosebumps. harley had heard similar words before, she had lived with a psychopathic clown, she left for this very reason. shooting a slight glare his way, the blonde female was exhausted... but she knew she'd fight her way out of this situation. how bad can this one person be?
gathering whatever energy she had left, harley put the bat on her shoulder. " aintcha sick and twisted... " she told him, stepping closer to show she wasn't afraid. " look, mistah— i don't know who yous are, but i ain't got a problem kickin' ya ass if that's whatcha lookin' for here. " warning him, she pointed at him with her index finger, a stern look displayed on her face.
thegrandtorturer
@nutzos Korrin was standing in a dark alleyway in a secluded part of Gotham City, looking around for his next victim. He had gotten bored of the 200 prisoners he currently had and wanted to be fulfilled with the torture of someone different, so here he was, on the hunt and prowling the streets looking for a person that was worthy of his time. He had no idea of the major names in this city, and to be honest, he really couldn't care less. Why did it matter if they were rich, poor, good, evil, right, or wrong? If he felt they were fit for his pocket dimension then that's all that mattered. He was considering abandoning this spot and moving to another location, but that's when he noticed a woman with blonde hair passing right by him. He smelt the air and he smelled a sugary substance mixed with the scent of death, both of which intrigued him greatly. So, he snapped his fingers and materialized many feet in front of her in the darkness and waited to be noticed. Once he was, he looked over to her and his eyes started to glow white. "Fear is simply to byproduct of my desire," he said, emerging from the darkness and flipping his curly locks out of his face so it could be seen better, a large smile upon his cracked lips, "making people feel vulnerable, naked, and in pain are some of my many favorite pastimes, after all!"
thegrandtorturer
/ i have violent and creepy muse, so cb!
