[There is a muffled 'oof' that can be heard from behind a closed door if anyone happens to be passing by.
Now, for Harley herself, landing heavily in the dark wasn't entirely unexpected, as she's just been free falling through the air after being kicked down a ten foot wide industrial pipe. However, that she had survived the fall had been a bit of a delightful surprise.]
Watch that first step... it's a doozy... [It was a joke saved for herself, as it didn't sound like anything else was around; and that, combined with the fact that the carpet beneath her is decidedly not concrete? Yeah... little weird.
Frowning, Harley pushes to her knees and blinks around in the darkness before pushing up to her feet. She seems no worse for the wear and brushes off her knees even while being unable to see herself. Her eyes, however, are slowly adjusting to the dim light and she finds herself blinking in confusion as she takes in what looks to be a hotel room.]
What the heck?
[Her voice doesn't echo like it might have had she fallen to the bottom of the piping, instead muffled against the furniture in the unfamiliar room.
That's when the urge to get out begins, Harley's blue eyes afar ting around the darkness before she stumbles in the direction of the door she can dimly make out. She fumbles with the knob and hurries out into the hall, letting out a startled 'meep' as she encounters the suitcase and finally trips over fully. She hits the ground, face against the carpet right next to the suitcase, butt in the air; the entire ordeal was horrifically ungraceful.]
Owie.
[She pushes herself back up into her knees, sitting back onto them as her gaze drops to the suitcase and sees her name on the tag. She blinks several times, pushing up to her feet before grabbing the bag and flinging it over her shoulder. She didn't know what the heck was going on, but it had her name and until she knew more, she was holding onto it.
While several others had moved to the elevator and dismissed it for being just a biiiiiiiit questionable, Harley doesn't seem all that concerned and marches right in. She looks over the buttons and, whistling, punches the one that will take her to the lobby.
Encounter her before she heads down??]
(B) Main Lobby
[Harley steps out of the elevator, the carpet covered floor creaking ominously beneath her booted feet. It had been by no means a safe way of traveling, but it had been faster than the stairs.
And what was life without a little bit of risk?!
Who's this curious looking woman in a harlequin bodysuit? Why did she risk the elevator? Why is she smiling?
The latest of us all!! Prose or Brackets - OTA
[There is a muffled 'oof' that can be heard from behind a closed door if anyone happens to be passing by.
Now, for Harley herself, landing heavily in the dark wasn't entirely unexpected, as she's just been free falling through the air after being kicked down a ten foot wide industrial pipe. However, that she had survived the fall had been a bit of a delightful surprise.]
Watch that first step... it's a doozy... [It was a joke saved for herself, as it didn't sound like anything else was around; and that, combined with the fact that the carpet beneath her is decidedly not concrete? Yeah... little weird.
Frowning, Harley pushes to her knees and blinks around in the darkness before pushing up to her feet. She seems no worse for the wear and brushes off her knees even while being unable to see herself. Her eyes, however, are slowly adjusting to the dim light and she finds herself blinking in confusion as she takes in what looks to be a hotel room.]
What the heck?
[Her voice doesn't echo like it might have had she fallen to the bottom of the piping, instead muffled against the furniture in the unfamiliar room.
That's when the urge to get out begins, Harley's blue eyes afar ting around the darkness before she stumbles in the direction of the door she can dimly make out. She fumbles with the knob and hurries out into the hall, letting out a startled 'meep' as she encounters the suitcase and finally trips over fully. She hits the ground, face against the carpet right next to the suitcase, butt in the air; the entire ordeal was horrifically ungraceful.]
Owie.
[She pushes herself back up into her knees, sitting back onto them as her gaze drops to the suitcase and sees her name on the tag. She blinks several times, pushing up to her feet before grabbing the bag and flinging it over her shoulder. She didn't know what the heck was going on, but it had her name and until she knew more, she was holding onto it.
While several others had moved to the elevator and dismissed it for being just a biiiiiiiit questionable, Harley doesn't seem all that concerned and marches right in. She looks over the buttons and, whistling, punches the one that will take her to the lobby.
Encounter her before she heads down??]
(B) Main Lobby
[Harley steps out of the elevator, the carpet covered floor creaking ominously beneath her booted feet. It had been by no means a safe way of traveling, but it had been faster than the stairs.
And what was life without a little bit of risk?!
Who's this curious looking woman in a harlequin bodysuit? Why did she risk the elevator? Why is she smiling?
Come meet your new neighbor, everyone!]
(C) Other!! Come at me, bro!