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trainingwings2012-08-14 01:44 am
misterquin) wrote in trainingwings2012-08-14 01:44 am
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Player Name: Lynn
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Character Name: Harley Quin
Character Fandom: Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Mr Quin
[When, you may ask, did the man strolling down the street arrive in Luceti?
Well, that's rather difficult to say. Surely one hasn't seen him before, so he must be a New Feather, but he is already walking about without much concern for his surroundings, suggesting a familiarity that such an arrival cannot give.
He's a tall young man, darkly coloured, and there's a little smile on his face as she goes about. His clothes are a little old-fashioned, Edwardian at best, but he is also quite at ease with the motley wings on his back, which rest placidly.
His eyes shine a little as he sees someone. Just who he was looking for.
Harley Quin always knows just where he needs to be just when.
His course and pace change, and soon he's alongside, walking in step toward the café. Surely, by the look of him, that had been his destination all along. Lightly, he addresses the person he's now walking with.]
Fine time for coffee, isn't it?
[And he chuckles at the coincidence of both of them deciding to go to the same place just then.]
Are you new?: N!
Character Name: Harley Quin
Character Fandom: Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Mr Quin
[When, you may ask, did the man strolling down the street arrive in Luceti?
Well, that's rather difficult to say. Surely one hasn't seen him before, so he must be a New Feather, but he is already walking about without much concern for his surroundings, suggesting a familiarity that such an arrival cannot give.
He's a tall young man, darkly coloured, and there's a little smile on his face as she goes about. His clothes are a little old-fashioned, Edwardian at best, but he is also quite at ease with the motley wings on his back, which rest placidly.
His eyes shine a little as he sees someone. Just who he was looking for.
Harley Quin always knows just where he needs to be just when.
His course and pace change, and soon he's alongside, walking in step toward the café. Surely, by the look of him, that had been his destination all along. Lightly, he addresses the person he's now walking with.]
Fine time for coffee, isn't it?
[And he chuckles at the coincidence of both of them deciding to go to the same place just then.]
Because I'm a horrible, horrible person
Still, he might as well continue the conversation - at the very least, it could get him some useful information, and provide a decent cover for why he's at the cafe.]
What? Oh - oh, yes! Gotta have my cuppa joe in the morning - there's nothing quite like it!