As a few people I have reached out to try and plot with in the hopes of playing together have pointed out, i'm new and don't really have any proof of my style as a RPer. My plots are pretty half assed because I want to be able to grow them with my potential partner so I've decided to try and fix this conundrum by giving you a glimpse of my writing style below. Its just part of a short story I wrote a couple months ago for a friend who had just gotten out of an abusive relationship, coincidentally I had just finished Harley Quinn #25 so I loaned her what I owned of the series and wrote this.
I know that I probably didn't do her justice, Harley Quinn is a truly complicated character, but I tried and honestly why im putting it up here is so my potential partners know what I am capable of when writing and know my style.
In the small but soothing room the young woman shivered, the AC was down to low for her current outfit but HE had always insisted she always look her best. Trying to keep her face neutral the older woman with mouse brown hair just stared at the young blonde haired girl with warm, understanding brown eyes that made the girls chin quiver and her blue eyes well up with tears that one they started she couldn't stop. "Its funny, it really is...Only a couple of years ago I was on my way to being you. Successful, young, pretty, strong, a bit naive but in the end it would have worked out for me. I would have married and had kids, I would have been someone. Someone that little girls could look up to but I messed up. Puddin'... I mean... Joker. He was smarter, No don't interrupt he was smarter. He twisted me around his fingers and broke my mind and my soul and I became so dependent on him I didn't even try and get away. No, he would get locked up and I would break him out! I should have been smarter, I could have stopped him, instead...Instead I did his dirty work." The younger woman half cried half hysterically laughed.
The psychologist didnt say a word and after awhile the girl calmed down enough to look up, when their eyes meet once again the older woman reached down and passed her client a bag. The girl opened the bag and found clean gray slacks, a conservative bright red turtle neck sleeveless top, a blazer that was black with small gray stripes and simple black heels. That sent her into another round of bitter, self hating giggles as her big blue eyes filled with tears. "Harley... Harley! Thats enough. No, don't give me that look. I am one of the many women in the world that know exactly what you are feeling right now." The psychologist said softly but sternly enough to get Harley's attention, the warm brown eyes were sad and angry but also earnest so the blonde haired young woman nodded her head. "You are thinking, 'He wont like me wearing this.' Aren't you? Well, you are probably right. But HE doesn't matter anymore because you left him, do you hear me Harley? YOU LEFT HIM." She continued on and her words seem to have clicked in Harley's head because almost as soon as the words left her psychologists mouth she was up and behind a dressing screen, when she reemerged the young woman were a look of uncertainty mixed with pride. She looked respectable and she felt good about herself.
"I... I have alot to learn about being myself again. Im willing to try though, I an't be connected to him any longer because...He would end up killing me and laughing the whole time." Harley admits while pulling her blonde hair up into a tight bun, effectively hiding the blue and pink tips of her hair. "I know I have no right... But what happened to you Dr. Winter?" Harley asks her psychologist meekly, the way her body was tensed, her eyes set on the floor and the biting of her lip showed that she knew that the question wasnt appropriate. Taking a deep breath Dr. Winters could smell the roses siting on her desk and the sweet smell of Harley's lotion. Her face was a cold mask as she looked at the girl whos body langue told the older woman that she was scared.
Smiling gently she made a clicking noise with her tongue that brought the girls head up, "I was younger then you were when I meet him, he was sweet, kind, and intelligent. He was occasionally verbally abusive until after the birth of our first kid five years later. Then he started hitting me, isolating me, and raping me. It didnt mater what I did, it was never good enough and I tried so hard to be perfect. Ten years later and two more kids I finally said enough, but that was only after he had threatened my oldest. I was thirty five years old when I left with my three kids, I was thirty five years old when I went back to school, forty five when I finally got my degree and fifty one when my practice was finally established enough to not have to worry about food, bills, or gas. Now, I didn't go into details but know that it was hard. It was really hard, he didn't chase after me until three years after I had left and when he found me he broke three of my ribs, he walked right through the restraining order two years after that and broke my arm, tried several times to take my kids out of school. It was hard and he kept reappearing until 'I' did something about it.
The next time he showed up I maced him, pushed him into the balcony railing and handcuffed him their until the police arrived. Haven't seen him sense." She explained, Dr. Winter's eyes had gone dead while she spoke about of the the hardest periods of her life but had lit up when she mentioned the ending, what she considered her most defining moment.
Nodding Harley kicked off her knew shoes and pulled them into her hair with her, "See, at first Joker made me feel like I was running things. Twisting his words so it sounded like he was asking for permission, giving advise then apologizing for being so forward. Somehow he slowly changed without me noticing, went from 'asking' to telling, from apologizing to calling me stupid for not following his 'advice', over ruling my ideas, setting up plans that would likely end in my death. Then came the torture as he 'perfected' his art, his blatant disregard for my health and safety. Somehow he had twisted my mind to the point that I accepted it, I was willing... It wasn't until I lost the baby... Yeah, I was pregnant no one knew yet but me, it was when I lost her because of one of his 'games' that I realized that he didn't care about me. It was then that I started planning how to run, how to escape him. It took so long though, so long with my eyes open and I couldn't let him know I no longer adored him but even when I was escaping it was hard for me to not turn around because part of me still believed he loved me, part of me still believes he loves me." Harley whimpered before bursting into tears, but there was no self hate in her statement this time which is always a good sign. She was rubbing her hands over her shins in a soothing manner, the feeling of the long pants and the pull of the slighting too small blazer made Harley feel slightly better because the first time in years she was wearing what she wanted, not what she picked out for Him, but what she really wanted to wear and what made her feel good about herself.
A beeping noise filled the air, startling both women, checking the time Dr. Winter sighed. "Our time is up for today, but I would really like it if you would make another appointment for Wednesday. This is going to be a long hard battle for you Harley, im not going to lie. But, I truly believe that you can do it but until YOU feel you can do it I believe we shouldn't have more then two days between appointments. If you agree, I'm thinking Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays. Is that OK with you?" She spoke in a firm but kind and soothing voice. Harley nodded her agreement, she couldn't do this alone and she would need as many appointments as possible to reinforce the idea that she would be ok without the Joker.
Smiling at Dr. Winter, Harley nodded her goodbye and slipped on her shoes and left. She didn't grab her 'Joker Approved' outfit, deciding that leaving it behind was to be her second step in finding herself. In loving herself again.
