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muserevival2014-03-30 09:11 pm
jokes_on_you) wrote in muserevival2014-03-30 09:11 pm
62. Tattoo
"You've got to be kidding me." Harleen's tone dripped skepticism as she eyed the photos of stereotypical dribble displayed in cheap frames.
"Come on, Harl! It'll be fun!" Her roommate replied tugging on the blond's arm. The two girls couldn't be more different. While Harleen was focused, driven, and kept to herself, Annabeth was the quintessential perky sorority girl. It had only been an accident of dorm room assignment that even brought the pair together but Anna saw something in her roommate. Harleen could decline 50 party invitations but Anna would offer 51 times. The blond had thought it was some kind of trick at first but no one had ever worked so hard to befriend her before. Eventually, Anna wore her down. And if Harleen was really honest with herself, she would have to admit that there were so many things about Annabeth that she admired.
"Do you have any idea how many things that could go wrong? I'm not just talking about them misspelling something. There have been articles linking the inks used to bacteria. We could have an allergic reaction. They could form granulomas or keloids. They could react badly to MRI scans. Not to mention, if this place isn't exactly up to code and share needles or something."
"Hey!" The heavily pierced man behind the counter protested. Anna offered an apologetic look but Harleen stood her ground.
"She didn't mean it. Did you, Harl?" The bouncy brunette turned to her friend with that look that said she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Look, you were the one that told me that you resent always having to be the responsible one. That you feared that someday you would look up and your life would be half over with nothing more than school and work to show for it. Now it's up to you. You can go on being the same old dependable Harleen or, just for tonight, you can be carefree, up for anything, wild child Harley."
Harley looked down at the diamonds tattooed on her wrist with a smile. A different girl got that tattoo. A girl long dead. There was no Harleen Quinzel anymore.
Now she was the woman she was always meant to be. Long live Harley.
"Come on, Harl! It'll be fun!" Her roommate replied tugging on the blond's arm. The two girls couldn't be more different. While Harleen was focused, driven, and kept to herself, Annabeth was the quintessential perky sorority girl. It had only been an accident of dorm room assignment that even brought the pair together but Anna saw something in her roommate. Harleen could decline 50 party invitations but Anna would offer 51 times. The blond had thought it was some kind of trick at first but no one had ever worked so hard to befriend her before. Eventually, Anna wore her down. And if Harleen was really honest with herself, she would have to admit that there were so many things about Annabeth that she admired.
"Do you have any idea how many things that could go wrong? I'm not just talking about them misspelling something. There have been articles linking the inks used to bacteria. We could have an allergic reaction. They could form granulomas or keloids. They could react badly to MRI scans. Not to mention, if this place isn't exactly up to code and share needles or something."
"Hey!" The heavily pierced man behind the counter protested. Anna offered an apologetic look but Harleen stood her ground.
"She didn't mean it. Did you, Harl?" The bouncy brunette turned to her friend with that look that said she wasn't going to take no for an answer. "Look, you were the one that told me that you resent always having to be the responsible one. That you feared that someday you would look up and your life would be half over with nothing more than school and work to show for it. Now it's up to you. You can go on being the same old dependable Harleen or, just for tonight, you can be carefree, up for anything, wild child Harley."
Harley looked down at the diamonds tattooed on her wrist with a smile. A different girl got that tattoo. A girl long dead. There was no Harleen Quinzel anymore.
Now she was the woman she was always meant to be. Long live Harley.