Harley wakes up drenched on the beach, immediately coughing up water and choking. It takes her a while to come back to herself which is why she's slow to respond when someone sticks a rifle in her face.
Slower than normal at least.
"My, what a big weapon! Can I hold it?"
She attempts to wrench it away, but the man knocks her onto her butt again, his friends moving closer.
"Just asking." She holds her hands up, getting up slowly and shakily and then kicking him in the face with the full force of her gymnastics training, grabbing the gun and beating the next two guys with guns over the head with it."
A little help? Or maybe you want to wait until she's panting and three of the other guys are gone.
"They seemed nice."
[Werewolf thing]
There's a screaming woman in the alley, howling as her bones lengthen and shorten, her neck thickens and face goes pointier. "AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa hahaha! Hoo! Hahaha!" It quickly turns into a pained hyena bark. It takes Harley a moment to stop flailing but when she does she gets to her feet and wow. Everything smells good.
Especially the dumpster right now.
[Simulacrum]
It's a store. Maybe used clothing, maybe toys. Anyway there's this soft, incessant ticking sound from somewhere. The shelves are jammed with junk and there's a life size creepy, smiling harlequin doll/mannequin propped up in the corner, one of those that look like their eyes are following you everywhere.
Then it moves.
"Hey! This is a stickup!" Harley brandishes a rifle at the clerk. "Just give me the money and I'll be outa your hair.
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Harley wakes up drenched on the beach, immediately coughing up water and choking. It takes her a while to come back to herself which is why she's slow to respond when someone sticks a rifle in her face.
Slower than normal at least.
"My, what a big weapon! Can I hold it?"
She attempts to wrench it away, but the man knocks her onto her butt again, his friends moving closer.
"Just asking." She holds her hands up, getting up slowly and shakily and then kicking him in the face with the full force of her gymnastics training, grabbing the gun and beating the next two guys with guns over the head with it."
A little help? Or maybe you want to wait until she's panting and three of the other guys are gone.
"They seemed nice."
[Werewolf thing]
There's a screaming woman in the alley, howling as her bones lengthen and shorten, her neck thickens and face goes pointier.
"AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaa hahaha! Hoo! Hahaha!" It quickly turns into a pained hyena bark. It takes Harley a moment to stop flailing but when she does she gets to her feet and wow. Everything smells good.
Especially the dumpster right now.
[Simulacrum]
It's a store. Maybe used clothing, maybe toys. Anyway there's this soft, incessant ticking sound from somewhere. The shelves are jammed with junk and there's a life size creepy, smiling harlequin doll/mannequin propped up in the corner, one of those that look like their eyes are following you everywhere.
Then it moves.
"Hey! This is a stickup!" Harley brandishes a rifle at the clerk. "Just give me the money and I'll be outa your hair.
Sorry, Bats. A girl's gotta live."