Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus & Queentrippingserpent)
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				Title: <strong>Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:33:08</strong>
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				<em>Tick. Tick. Tick.</em><br><br>Harley Quinn had been listening to the clock for an hour now. Sitting in the solitary room bound in a demeaning straight jacket was beginning to wear at her nerves. The clock played a repetitive beat. It was like a droning metronome was placed on top of her head. She hooked her toes under the lip of the table infront of her, then pushed her other foot off the side of it; rocking back and forth in her chair to the agitating rhythm of the clock on the wall.<br><br>Her blond strands of hair touched down to her shoulders and masked most of her face. A pair of icy blue eyes peered out at the door with a predatory expression. Harley's stare almost looked like that of a domesticated lioness waiting for its meal to be thrown into her cage. Her last 'doctor' was a young man who was new to Arkham. Young and naive, he was easily attracted to Harley. Last visit, she had manipulated him to bring her some powerful pharmaceuticals. When he tried to get some compensation for the favour, Harley turned him down. He was still recovering in the hospital, so a new doctor would likely be assigned to her file.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 18:52:42</strong>
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				The door opened and in walked a rather prim and proper looking doctor.&nbsp; She was quiet beautiful, her hair was done up in a bun.&nbsp; She had a file under one arm with Harley's full name on it.&nbsp; She sat down and opened the file, looking through it.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally she looked up at Harley and smiled.&nbsp; "My apologies, I had to deal with another patient.&nbsp; I'm Dr. Tara Phillips, I've been assigned to your case.&nbsp; But you all ready know that."&nbsp; She looked down at the report.&nbsp; "Dr. Long is still in the hospital."&nbsp; She didn't add that he was also under investigation.&nbsp; Items had started disapearing from the medicine rooms and it was traced back to him after he was put in the hopsital by Quinn.&nbsp; She had been eager to take this case.&nbsp; Quinn had once been Dr. Quinzel, one of the best doctors in Arkham Asylum.&nbsp; Now she was one of its most dangerous inmates.&nbsp; Who knew what she could uncover?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:03:52</strong>
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				As the door opened, Quinn inquisitively stared at the woman. She reminded her of someone. In fact, the woman was reminiscent to herself many years ago. It was very uncommon to see such a young and attractive woman working with patients in Arkham Asylum. Indeed, it was a rare situation that Harley had once been accustomed to. The irony was rather humorous.<br><br>As Dr.Phillips introduced herself, Quinn focused in on her eyes. When Dr.Phillips mentioned Dr.Long's continued stay in the hospital, a smart-ass smirk hit the patient's lips. She smiled sweetly at her new doctor, then spoke in a tone that was half-coated in sarcasm. "Well, I sure hope he'll be able to visit me soon, Doc! I thought there was some real progress during our last visit, y'know?"<br><br>Her voice was nasally and cute, in one sense. In that sense, it didn't make a whole lot of sense to consider her cute or adorable. However, she honestly didn't have any remorse whatsoever for destroying the foolish man's wind-pipe, and it showed in her body language and tonality.<br><br>"I would shake your hand, but---" she stopped to explain with a fruitless gesture of trying to pull her arm out from her jacket. She frowned with a helpless expression as she looked up to Dr.Phillips with cool pleading eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:12:13</strong>
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				Dr. Phillips smiled a bit, making a few notes on her paper.&nbsp; She looked up at Quinn, studying her for a bit.&nbsp; "I'm afraid the jacket will have to remain on for now.&nbsp; You know the procedures of course."&nbsp; Her eyes studied Quinn for a bit, it was hard to believe that someone like her was so dangerous.&nbsp; Maybe just as dangerous as the Joker!<br><br>She took out two black and white photos, sliding them across the table.&nbsp; "Is Harley ok?"&nbsp; She pointed at the most recent photo, Harley in costume.&nbsp; "Or do you still go by Dr. Quinzel?"&nbsp; She tapped the other photo of a very respectable and eager Dr. Quinzel.&nbsp; She had a theory that Harley Quinn might have some sort of split-personality, a sort of Dr. Jekyl/Ms. Hyde routine.&nbsp; It was only a theory of course but it seemed the best place to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 01:22:27</strong>
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				She let all four legs of the chair plant themselves firmly on the ground. She leaned into the table and looked at both pictures. Her demeanor remained the same as she studied the picture of Harley-Quinn. However, once she examined the picture of her former self, she leaped out of her chair with a feverish attitude on her face.<br><br>She threw her leg upwards from under the table, kicking it into the air as if she had just kicked up dust. An average person would have at least winced at their shin colliding with an object of such mass, but Harley maintained her aggressive stance and peered down at her doctor.<br><br>The woman violently snarled, "You think you know me? Huh?! I'm free! I'm not some sniveling little bitch doctor like you! Not anymore! You're a slave! You think I'm a prisoner? You won't do what you really want to do! You're a prisoner and you don't even realize it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 13:22:01</strong>
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				She watched, waiting for a reaction from Quinn.&nbsp; Her reaction was something she was expecting though not as violent as she thought.&nbsp; The doctor winced as Harley kicked the table straight up, knocking over a few items.&nbsp; She knew how well Quinn was at gymnastics and how powerful those legs must be.<br><br>She quickly tried to hide any fear, keep her professional face on.&nbsp; "How am I a prisoner Quinn?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 02:06:31</strong>
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				A guard peered into the room through the small window in the door. It was a subtle reminder of shock-therapy. It was an unconventional and unsanctioned method that the guards used, but tasers didn't leave behind the same obvious marks as billy clubs did. Harley glared back at him, as she hooked her chair's front leg with the instep of her foot. She pulled her seat under her and sat back down obediently.<br><br>It was evident that Dr. Phillips was shaken by Harley's commotion. Her facial expression was calm and confident, but her eyes and body language told a different story. Harley grinned mischievously, while answering, "I know your type. You work so hard for a piece of the pie, but you don't get any recognition. You've spent your whole life building yourself up into someone who's successful."<br><br>She crossed one leg over the other, then smiled charmingly. "I bet there are alot of things that you didn't get to do while getting to where you are now. Things that are taboo or too immoral to the people who you needed to be respected by: family, colleagues, professors, friends. It's all about assimilation, doll-face."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 17:07:24</strong>
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				She blushed a bit at the term doll face.&nbsp; She had always been an avid collector of dolls.&nbsp; She had shelves full of them.&nbsp; But Harley did have a point.&nbsp; How much had she missed out on?&nbsp; "That might be so..but we should focus on you here."<br><br>She let that hang before she finally asked.&nbsp; "..But what do you mean?"&nbsp; It was eating at her, what had she missed out on?&nbsp; But she had worked hard to get here and she was proud of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:48:43</strong>
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				Harley could see her words beginning to manipulate Dr. Phillips. They had dug into her like fish hooks leading the woman to her. Harley leaned into the doctor, and serenely stared into her.<br><br>"You're a prude. I was just like you. I stayed away from any of life's real pleasures. I suppressed any carnal ambitions I had. You think I'm crazy, but Mr. J set me free! I was a prisoner to my own restrictions before then. Now my life is actually worth living!" she proudly explained. She smirked coyly, then leaned back into her chair.<br><br>She looked away from Tara and glanced at the wall with the clock, before adding, "Naturally, you think I'm nuts though. I would never expect someone like you to understand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 19:32:59</strong>
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				She stared at her, not writing anything into the file at first.&nbsp; Her entire life had lead to this point, she had worked hard.&nbsp; It was true, she had turned down many nights out.&nbsp; Had ended many relationships.&nbsp; It had lead her here and surely it was worth it.&nbsp; Right?<br><br>She quickly snapped out of it and quickly jotted down a few notes.&nbsp; "And what would you suggest for people like me Harley?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 00:42:05</strong>
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				She turned her eyes back to the doctor with a skeptical look on her face. The answer seemed so obvious to Harley. She smiled pleasantly and instructed, "Let your hair loose from that bun. Have some fun. Break some rules. If you think something is a bad idea, then do it anyways."<br><br>She paused to ponder the possibility of something. She wet her lips as she dragged her seat forward with her foot. Her body leaned in towards Dr. Phillips as she continued to smile amiably at her doctor.<br><br>"Have you ever kissed another woman, doll-face?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 21:51:41</strong>
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				She watched Harley, listening to what she was being told.&nbsp; She was surprised as Harley leaned in toward her.&nbsp; She shifted in her chair, not sure if she should be scared or not.&nbsp; "N..no..no I haven't."&nbsp; Doll-face?&nbsp; "I..I'm doctor."&nbsp; she said trying to snap out of the spell she felt she was under.&nbsp; Being lured to..lured to what?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 03:58:51</strong>
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				She could see the doctor getting uncomfortable. Her comments were having an obvious effect. Harley had practically taken total control of the conversation.<br><br>"Doctors have fantasies too. What would intellect be without imagination?" she asked, hinting her life's philosophy within her&nbsp; thoughtful words. No matter how crazy people had deemed Harley, there was significant truth in her reasoning.<br><br>Quinn got out of her seat and gracefully landed into Tara's lap. Still bound at the arms, she pressed her lips onto the prudish woman's, eloquently enforcing her point with her tongue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 21:25:11</strong>
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				She wasn't sure she liked where these questions were going.&nbsp; She looked up trying to decided if she should call the guards.&nbsp; Before she could even decide, Quinn was in her lap.&nbsp; Her lips pressed against hers as they kissed.&nbsp; She kept them closed until finally Harley's tongue slipped through and into hr mouth.&nbsp; She gasped, moaning softly into the kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:19:48</strong>
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				Her soft tongue stroked tenderly inside the doctor's mouth. She carefully withdrew once the woman submitted into her embrace. The two were almost nose-to-nose as Harley stared into Tara's eyes. She leaned into her ear and gingerly whispered, "You know where to find me. I don't have a busy schedule, doctor."<br><br>Harley traced the outside rim of Tara's ear with the tip of her tongue, then delicately nibbled on her earlobe before standing back up. She threw herself back into her seat then proudly announced, "I'm ready to go back to my suite, doll-face. We're done... for now."<br><br>Harley grinned mischievously, as she was playing a game with the doctor now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 00:59:13</strong>
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				She inhaled softly, small sounds of pleasure escaping from her lips as that tongue ran along her ear.&nbsp; She sat there, breathing heavily.&nbsp; She was more turned on then she had ever been.&nbsp; Even worse, a lunatic was the one who did it.<br>Quickly she closed her files and picked them up.&nbsp; "Yes..yo..your right.&nbsp; This session is over."&nbsp; She whirled around and banged on the door until the guard let her out.&nbsp; A few minutes later a guard would take Harley back to her cell.<br><br>Dr. Phillips walked quickly to the bathroom.&nbsp; Once inside, she found an empty stall and locked herself in.&nbsp; She lifted up her skirt.&nbsp; To her surprise she was soaked through.&nbsp; Quickly she shoved her skirt down, smoothing it out.&nbsp; She couldn't let Quinn get to her.&nbsp; She had to remember that was what the clown girl was good at.<br><br>A few minutes later she came out.&nbsp; For the rest of the day she tried to push it into the back of her mind.&nbsp; Even at home though, she kept coming back to that kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:16:25</strong>
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				There was barely any light emanating through the corridor outside. Harley lay on her bed inside her cell, watching the frail incandescence pour onto her floor. It was barely visible enough to let her see her own hand in front of her face.<br><br>She stretched her arms over her head. There was much relief to have her appendages free; even for just a little while. She was restless, and kept wondering what the Joker was up to. She often fantasized of being rescued by him in some elaborate scheme, then being spontaneously ravaged in an act of passion. He wasn't a passionate man though. At least, he wasn't passionate about anyone or anything in particular. He was more of a 'live-for-the-moment' type of person. Regardless, he was still always in Harley's mind. This was usually a problem for her, because Poison Ivy would always be in her heart.<br><br>What was 'Red' up to? Harley knew that she was Ivy's only human friend. Other then Harley and the plants, Ivy had nobody to relate to. The thought of Ivy being alone genuinely bothered her. Perhaps Poison Ivy was the only tie to empathy and realistic feelings that Quinn had left. She let out a heavy-hearted sigh and looked onward to the door that kept her separated from the rest of the world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 23:58:01</strong>
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				It had been a weird night.&nbsp; Her dreams were filled with quiet a lot of odd imagery.&nbsp; This morning though something was different about her.&nbsp; It would strike Harley the moment the doctor's face appeared at the door.&nbsp; Her fair was down for once.&nbsp; "Good morning."&nbsp; She said as she looked through the window.&nbsp; "How are you today?"
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				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 00:50:44</strong>
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				A familiar voice from the day before spoke out to her. It was Dr.Phillips, and she was adorning a new look.<br><br>"Tired," she grudgingly responded. She sat up in her bed and tried to compose herself for the new day; not that this day was going to be any different from the other boring and monotonous days she spent here.<br><br>It was still incredibly early in the morning and she barely got any sleep. She leaned forward and grabbed onto the bottom of her feet. She displayed incredible flexibility as she performed her morning stretch. "You took some of my advice. You look good," she complimented in a very placid tone.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 18:44:57</strong>
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				She watched her silently as Quinn did her stretches.&nbsp; There was something fluid about the way she moved.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what it was but it was beautiful to watch.<br><br>"You noticed.." She whispered softly running her fingers along her hair.&nbsp; What was wrong with her?&nbsp; She was acting like some schoolgirl.&nbsp; "Are you ready for another session today?"
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				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 19:21:25</strong>
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				Another day and another session. This monotonous routine was driving her up the wall, but it felt like today might be a little different. She gingerly placed her feet on the floor and approached the door. Harley traced her hands over the door and looked through the window with pleading eyes.<br><br>"Do I have to wear the straight jacket today, doll-face?" she asked, hoping that any sympathy would help bypass regulations.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 19:25:44</strong>
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				She looekd at Harley, their eyes meeting.&nbsp; She was silent for awhile then shook her head.&nbsp; "No, but we do it in your cell then."&nbsp; At least she wouldn't be in the halls that way.&nbsp; She got a guard who unlocked the door and then let herself in, the door looking behind her.
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				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 00:46:28</strong>
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				Harley walked back over to her bed and took a seat. It was very unorthodox for someone to be left alone with her while she was unrestrained. In fact, it was normally forbidden.<br><br>"Sorry it's a mess. I wasn't expecting any company," she joked. She grabbed a pillow and hugged her arms and legs around it, grinning with delight at her guest. "Why the sudden make-over? It wasn't something that I said, was it?" She knew very well that it had everything to do with what she had said the other day.
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				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:57:21</strong>
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				She didn't smile at the joke, just entering the cell.&nbsp; She looked around a bit, she knew this was dangerous but she wanted to know more about this particular case.&nbsp; She looked up as if she hadn't heard Quinn. "What?&nbsp; Oh..Oh no." she lied.&nbsp; Why would she tell Quinn that what she had said had gotten to her?&nbsp; Eaten away at her.<br><br>She had looked through her life, through photos and memories and realized there wasn't much she had left.&nbsp; Anything that was left was related to her job.&nbsp; Her job and nothing else.
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				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 00:52:40</strong>
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				She gestured to the spot beside her on the bed. The only other seat in the room was the toilet, and that wasn't a worthy place for her guest. Harley felt frantic in her isolation before Dr.Phillips had arrived and she wanted her to stay awhile. Her eyes beamed up at her the entire time, desperately trying to make her feel comfortable.<br><br>"You can sit down, hon. I won't bite," she informed before laughing genuinely.<br><br>She let out a deep breath as she gazed at the woman in her room. She suddenly felt captivated as she reminisced the kiss that she forced upon Tara the other day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 02:04:59</strong>
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				She noticed how Quinn seemed almost pathetic to please.&nbsp; It was similiar in some ways to how she might even act around the Joker.&nbsp; She could feel her guard slipping, she sat down next to Quinn on the bed, legs closed tight under her skirt.<br><br>"You seem quiet happy having a guest."&nbsp; she asked non-accusingly, looking at Quinn.
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				Post by: <strong>crimsonoctopus</strong> on <strong>28-10-2009, 16:15:28</strong>
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				Harley admittingly nodded. She explained, "Some days I feel especially lonely in here. I never get visitors."<br><br>She pulled her messy blond hair from out of her face, and smiled serenely. Her ghostly pale complexion lit up in her cheeks ever so slightly. Her hand subtly rest itself upon Tara's knee, as she eerily stared into her eyes.<br><br>"I want to pour myself out to you, doll-face. We're going to make alot of progress today," Harley foreshadowed with a devious tone in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dr.Quinn Is In (crimsonoctopus &amp; Queentrippingserpent)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>29-10-2009, 02:03:24</strong>
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				She stared back, almost loosing herself in that eery gaze.&nbsp; It was a good minute before she noticed the hand on her knee, the change in her voice.&nbsp; Tara shivered and slid away just a bit so Harley's hand would fall off her knee.&nbsp; The doctor was running out of bed though.<br><br>"R..right.&nbsp; That's good then."&nbsp; She took out her note book and pen.&nbsp; "Where should we start?"
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