Harley Quinn

A gentle chime plays over the intercoms, followed by the opening of a large metallic door. On the other side stands five prison guards; all decked out with armor padding and assault rifles. In the middle of the hurdle stands Harley Quinn; all wide eyed and grinning. She looks about as happy as she could be in her own twisted, psychotic way. Once the door fully opens, all of the roaming prisoners stop what they're doing and observe Quinn and the guards. Harley is then shoved into the central cafeteria area by one of the armed men. Quinn: "Ou! Don't get to handsy there Joseph! I got a boyfriend!" Harley shouts with a giggle as one of the guards lowers themselves to uncuff her ankles. Quinn: "What? How did I know your name? Oh that's easy! You see, Mister J likes to know all the names of the Asylum's 'best guards'." She adds with an even more twisted smirk than when she first laid eyes on her new home within the supermax facility. Quinn: "That means I know you, and you, and you, and you too! Marty, Liam, Dex, and Ralphie" Harley winks at the last guard as the one in front of her stands and reaches to uncuff her wrists. Quinn: "Hey Ralphieee... How's the wife and kids?" Quinn calls out; blowing the guard a kiss once her wrists are made free. The guards then retreat back to the other side of the door; all with their rifles aimed towards the prisoners; ready to take action if any of them stupidly decide to try something. Quinn: "What? Time's up already?" Harley shouts with a laugh before turning around to look at all the other prisoners inside the cafeteria; the hefty metal doors shutting behind her. Quinn: "Oh well. Looks like I'm gonna have to kill some time before the warden comes to see me about my new room..." Quinn speaks to herself; eyeing everyone around her with her mischievous gaze. Quinn: "Ahem... Hello! For those of ya who don't know, my name is Harley! You can also call me Quinn if ya'd like, but DON'T call me H, Harlz, Q, or Puddin!" Harley shouts out with a crazed smile; looking around the room at the mostly disinterested crowd. Quin: "Only a special someone is allowed to use those. If I catch anyone saying them, they're dead, got me!" Most prisoners don't seem to care. They're more focused on their card games or individual conversations; however, one in particular stands alone by the corner; silently observing with a confusingly unclear look. Harley takes notice of the stranger; her smile contorting into a less manic and more curious expression. Her eyes calm from the wide and crazed look; showcasing a genuine intrigue. Nobody usually has the confidence to look her directly in the eyes. This mysterious prisoner immediately captures her attention.