Post by harlequin on Feb 10, 2011 13:52:47 GMT -5
Night falls on Gotham General Hospital, bringing with it the usual chaos of the evening. Mugging victims, gang-related shootings, drunk driving accidents, and drug overdoses are all par for the course of tonight's emergency ward shenanigans. And that's not to mention all the other hospital patients and visitors taking up temporary residence in the building, from the sick children to the ailing elderly and everyone in between.
One of the candystripers traipsing about looks more like a sexy Halloween costume party-goer than a proper medical nurse, with a pair of platinum blonde pigtails framing a face accentuated with heavy black eyeliner and bright red lipstick, topped by a prim little nurse's hat, and a pair of tall white fishnet stockings added to match the short-skirted nurse's outfit. Even a casual observer might be able to deduce that she's not an actual hospital employee, but with the hectic disorder keeping the real staff busy, and the flirty winks she's sent to any male doctors who glanced her way, she's managed to avoid questioning thus far.
Pushing her cart down the sterile hallway, Harley hums a merry little tune to herself as she heads for her intended destination, running across fewer people as she gets further away from the main hospital areas. As she nears the control room, she stops and looks around for a moment before spotting the unlucky sap that will become her means to an end. Taking something from her cart, she sashays up to the janitor with both hands behind her back as he's mopping the mostly-abandoned hallway, flashing him a winning smile when he looks up at the rhythmic clicks of her heels against the tile floor. "'Scuse me, mister... Can you help me with something?" Of course, he's far too eager to help the leggy blonde nurse with whatever she might need, and Harley rewards his ambition by bringing her arm around to suddenly press a cloth up against his face, inquiring as she does so: "Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"
As he crumples to the ground a moment later, Harley leans over to neatly pluck the security card from his belt loop. "Guess so." Walking back over to the control room door, she swipes the card through the reader to gain access, pushing her cart through the doorway before locking it behind her again. Scanning the room for the intake source of the hospital's ventilation system, Harley fishes out the canisters of Joker gas from inside the cart and lines them up in front of the grated vent...though per her boss's instructions, she doesn't set them off just yet. With everything set up and ready to go for when her partner in crime makes his debut, she turns her head to speak into the small microphone pinned to the collar of her costume. "All ready for your grand entrance, Mistah J..."
One of the candystripers traipsing about looks more like a sexy Halloween costume party-goer than a proper medical nurse, with a pair of platinum blonde pigtails framing a face accentuated with heavy black eyeliner and bright red lipstick, topped by a prim little nurse's hat, and a pair of tall white fishnet stockings added to match the short-skirted nurse's outfit. Even a casual observer might be able to deduce that she's not an actual hospital employee, but with the hectic disorder keeping the real staff busy, and the flirty winks she's sent to any male doctors who glanced her way, she's managed to avoid questioning thus far.
Pushing her cart down the sterile hallway, Harley hums a merry little tune to herself as she heads for her intended destination, running across fewer people as she gets further away from the main hospital areas. As she nears the control room, she stops and looks around for a moment before spotting the unlucky sap that will become her means to an end. Taking something from her cart, she sashays up to the janitor with both hands behind her back as he's mopping the mostly-abandoned hallway, flashing him a winning smile when he looks up at the rhythmic clicks of her heels against the tile floor. "'Scuse me, mister... Can you help me with something?" Of course, he's far too eager to help the leggy blonde nurse with whatever she might need, and Harley rewards his ambition by bringing her arm around to suddenly press a cloth up against his face, inquiring as she does so: "Does this rag smell like chloroform to you?"
As he crumples to the ground a moment later, Harley leans over to neatly pluck the security card from his belt loop. "Guess so." Walking back over to the control room door, she swipes the card through the reader to gain access, pushing her cart through the doorway before locking it behind her again. Scanning the room for the intake source of the hospital's ventilation system, Harley fishes out the canisters of Joker gas from inside the cart and lines them up in front of the grated vent...though per her boss's instructions, she doesn't set them off just yet. With everything set up and ready to go for when her partner in crime makes his debut, she turns her head to speak into the small microphone pinned to the collar of her costume. "All ready for your grand entrance, Mistah J..."