I bring you.. The Harley Quinn story. I have nothing better to do than try to type this out via phone. brbr ----------brHave you ever had the feeling you're being watched? Yea, well, I've been feeling that way for the past couple of weeks now. Everywhere, and I mean EVERYWHERE, I feel a pair of eyes on me. From my job, to the post office, even in the comfort of my own home. It could just be me, but I even searched everywhere to see if it ISN'T just me; but nothing turned up. I think is's the stress at work, or the politics constantly buzzing in my ears that is driving of to other excuses for paranoia. But sadly, my realization ccame true. brYes, is was a beautiful day in Gotham City, and I was just finishing up running errands for my job (goodness only knows how much they have you running around in and out of a psych ward doing boring jobs while all the real loonies frolic amongst the public eye.) Who would have ever expected I would be a target for one of those loonies? With car key in hand and purse hugging my arm, the sound of a vehicle door sliding open caught my attention. I was too late to respond as I was being dragged into a cheap van, and all I could recall last was the sight of cheapily painted masks, then a pounding sensation on the back of my head.brbr More soon. typing by phone SUCKS.
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