3218/And the bounty huntin' scene was never the same again..

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And the bounty huntin' scene was never the same again..
Date of Scene: 03 September 2020
Location: Harry's Bounty Hunting Bits - NYC
Synopsis: Harry's Bounty Hunting Bits hire da best bounty huntah they could dream of. Pineapple-free pizza too.
Cast of Characters: Sera, Harley Quinn




Sera has posed:
Harry's Bounty Hunting Bits is not your high rent office. It was set up like a talent agency. A waiting room out front where Janice the secretary sits. There's a clock on the wall that's broken. The magazines next to the seats are at least seven years old, the ones further down the stack are probably older. The wall paper is peeling in places and the one window in to this room is propped open with a brick to let the cool air in.

"Mistah Harry will see you now," Janice says without having looked at a clock, touched the buzzer, or anything. May be she has a sixth sense for when he's ready or may be she just likes to make people wait.

The door frame in to the main office has expanded from summer heat. Janice says, "Give it a good push, it'll open oookay sheesh." True to form, with a firm nudge the door does open.

To say this room was much better than the waiting room would be a disservice to just how unimpressive it is. There's an open pizza box with a few slices left, still warm, sitting on top of two other pizza boxes that are presumably empty. That takes up a quarter of Harry Pezonezo's desk. He has his name on a little stand. On the walls are framed awards for 'Best Bounty Hunter 2001' and 'Best Bounty Hunting Firm 2002'. The company has had some hard times since then. A half of the desk is covered in bounty bonds in piles. Some of them are faded on the corners from sitting there in the sun too long.

Harry himself is a slovenly man, his t-shirt doesn't fit demonstrating the gut he's been working on for the past decade. He's got stubble but not the groomed hot kind. "So's, you is .. what .. a bounty huntah now or something?" She's home, this is Eastern New York at its finest, or worst depending on your perspective. "JANICE! OIDAH US A COUPLAH PIZZA" -- to which a shouted reply is returned, "OIDAH 'EM YOUSELF!"

He smiles a big grin to Harley and says, "She's a dahlin' I sweahs. Whatcha name?"

Harley Quinn has posed:
So, there was Harley at her favorite food spot eating her favorite greasiest sandwich and looking through some nice job offers. Such pearls like waitressin', receptionist and ..., oooh what is this..? 'SEE THE WORLD TODAY? ACCOMPANY BUSINESS MEN IN TRIPS ALL OVER THE WORLD?' - Well, that doesn't sound shady at all...!!! A big circle is drawn around the announcement, followed by a smiley...

"I'll get back t'ya latah, darlin'" A big bite done on her sandwich and then she finds it! A bounty hunting ad?! Some Harry guy lookin' for certified bounty hunters for hunting jobs?! Is it a dream?!

Gettin' money, being violent all in a nice little package and on the same side of the law. Of course that, Harley being Harley, she ignores such little details like 'certified bounty hunters' stated on the job. And she's got the experience!

So the next day there she is, fabulously dressed in a pair of jeans shorts, fishnet stockings along with different colored sneakers. A white and red tank top along with a nice orange jacket. Because orange matches with everythin'!

"Woah, Janice, nice mental powahs theah, eh?" She springs up to her feet and makes her way to the door, it giving way to her push and she ambles in...

It doesn't take her long to assess the place in her own way, finger-wigglin' at Harry. "Haaaai..." wide grin on her lips. "I am Hah'lee." she opening her arms to the side is if it would be a big thing but then ....

Eyes go wide and she shouts out the door. "NO PINEAPPLE OH THEAH WILL BE MOIDERIN' HEAH TODAY!"

Sera has posed:
"OH SHE A KEEPAH HAHWE," Jance shouts back through the door. "Wight Hah'lee, please to be makin' yoi acquaintance." His big smile again, there's gaps between his teeth, "Take a seat. Tell me why you want to be a bounty huntah." There's a small jar of tooth picks and he grabs one, placing it in his mouth to nibble on. His hair is balding and he's not even trying to hide it.

There's a filing cabinet in the corner of the room with the keys still stuck in the lock. A map on the wall of the United States has several pins in different places. One pin set, all in purple, has string following it from point to point. "And tell ya pal Hahwe heah all abouts yah bounty huntin' expewoiance. Don't spah no detail though, I like a good stowee." The chair being offered would be more comfy if its foam stuffing hadn't long since given up on being springy.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Hoping that she won't be needing to actually go ahead with the murdering today (even if the real tragedy would be to witness pineapple on pizza), Harley lets herself fall back on a seat. Then adjusts her hips a bit, expression screwing up a bit. "Oh, I see what ya doin' heah.." before she leans in on the table, resting an elbow there. "This gonna be part o' the test too?" whatever it is that she is imagining -that- to be..

But the question about her experience makes her think, gaze turning up to the ceiling and she resting one hand under her chin, finger taptapping atop it. "Weah..., lets see. So.., aftah I left mistah J I had this friend Bawwe. And so I was like 'I could use what ah know foh huntin' criminals.. And he was like 'Nah, you nasty.' And I was like, 'Nah, I can...' And he was, 'Noooope..'.."

Ok, this can go on for a while unless Harry intervenes.

Sera has posed:
Harry is patient, for a while, but after the story seems to go no where and his head is swimming in confusion, he holds up a hand to stop the tail that apparently will never get to actually capturing a bounty, "Sweet haht, let me stop ya wight theyah. Do you actually got a bounty huntin' license?"

His confidence in this woman is waning but on the other hand, he's desperate and young talent is what he needs, "Cause ifn' you don't, then I can stills hiyah ya but I will needs to team you up with someone who has gots the license. And you'll need to woik towawd getting yah license."

He shrugs his hair shoulders and says, "Dems da wules. You also only get fawty pe-cent of any bounty you take in. So if ya got the license, I needs to see it now, else, Imma staht looking at potential pahtnahs fowyah."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"And then I went and did some stuff..., ya know that Scawecrow..., nasty fellah, likes ta look like a stuffed dummy with a stick up its ass.. I tell ya, I got no idea why aaaanyone woulda want ta look like a freakin' scawecrow. But anyway, I cahptured that guy!" Which, honestly, can be a big deal considering he is kind of a known, dangerous figure in Gotham! She looks a bit to the side. "So theah Bawwe, see? That's the--" she pauses up when Harry asks for a bounty hunting license. " ... A what now..?"

She lifts up a pale finger and rummages around with her other hand on the backpocket of her shorts, tongue slightly sticking out until she produces a small wallet. She takes out a card.

"Somethin' like this?" That's a library card, Harley.

But then she listens further and her eyes widen. "Fawty pe-cent? Ya bustin' mah bowls heah, Hawee! How can a gal live with only fawty!" such a scandal!

Sera has posed:
"Scawecrow... scawecrow. He's one of them Gotham mooks ain't he?," he tilts his head just a little and looks Harley up and down. How can such a sweet little thing take out criminals. Well, beggers can't be choosers. When she protests the pay rate he says, "Hey if ya want to eaoin the good bucks you'll want to bwing in the good slips. You know what a slip is don'tcha? pay slips, slang for a bounty."

He narrows his eyes thoughtfully, "I tells ya what Hah'lee, I'm going to give you a chance to pwove youself with." He spreads out some papers over his desk, shuts his eyes and blindly stabs his finger at one. On it, the name 'Sera', and a gorgeous looking black woman's photo. "Sewa? Ah geeez. Why you got to do me like this gawd," he says looking up at the cracks in the ceiling. "Well, this is yous pahtnah now Hah'lee. She's a weyed one though. But I bet you two will get along like champs."

The door wobbles, then Janice enters using the might of her shoulder and is carrying two pizzas. She shuts the lid on the open box and places the two new boxes on top of them. "No pineapple, as if any decent human being would put pineapple on a pizza. You a fun one honey. Don't let Hahwe tuwn them scwews." She points to her eyes with two fingers and then points them at Harry, then departs the office and shuts the door.

Harley Quinn has posed:
Mook?! "Oi, he wouldnt wanna heah ya say that. Not like he will be stayin in Awkham foevah ya know?" And yea, Harley doesn't let any Gotham bad guy get dissed by some rando bounty hunter! Gotham bad guys represent, yo. "And suwe, know what slippin' is. Give 'em the slip. Yea." a knowing nod. "Just like those wanted boahds." and she's got plenty of experience with that, facing in many at Gotham in the past!

"Ya just picked at random ... Dunno if I should kiss ya or kill ya..." because she loves chaos, but the disrespect of just choosing someone at random to partner with her! Pffftt!

"But a'ight, I will padhner up wi'this gal." she takes out the paper to look more closely at the pic. "She betta be able to keep up!" with the weirdness that is...

As Janice comes in with the pizzas there is an exultant look on her expression. Food! "Janice, ah think this will be da beginnin' oh a beautiful fwiendship."

Then a pause, she looks at Harry. "Hey, think I could bring da leftovahs ta my hyenas?"