Owner	Pose
Spike	Caernarvon...or, more accurately, the edge of a cemetery. There's the moon up, and the graveyard is quiet, there's the odd rustle of leaves, and the odd footfall. Spike's sat by a gravestone humming to himself, leggs stretched out. Spike's not too far into the cemetery and certainly not near his crypt. Indeed his car's nearby, with the radio on....and decently good music coming through the Fireflight's speakers. He's singing along, an old 70s rock track. Which is, amusingly, given Spike's situation, about lost loves. It's ironic, but Spike's singing it anyway as he looks up at the sky for a moment, He's sat by a grave, his duster coated with dirt, his boots caked in dirt too and his hands clean. Somehow he's left enough space for company, too....as Spike's not entirely anti social....he's just being a nice vampire.
Harley Quinn	Off in the near distance, Spike can hear the loud sound of shovel into dirt. Most people may never ever put those things together and just think there's something with a loud scraping metallic sound. But Spike, or anyone who hangs around graveyards could easily discern the sound. There's some clearly Jersey accented woman doing a rendition of a song from Les Miserables. "Look down, look down, don't loook'em in the eyes..." A pause, and the shoveling stops for a moment, "Bud, if ya'd be a doll, click over a ... yep, that's it. Lou, do NOT click back... oh, forward, come on boys." And then whatever dispute is happening gets resolved as something else starts playing likely in earbuds because the music isn't coming out other than from her. Harley Quinn. Blacks and reds are her entire outfit. And she's even managed a black and red construction type helmet with that headlamp on the front. If Spike moves to get a better look at all, he'd notice the woman is about 2 feet down into digging into someone's grave. The Grave's Tombstone reads, <RIP Walter - He lived as he died, unknown and ridin' a bike> The new song that Harley is singing is You're gonna know my name by Watt White. It's a bit angsty and fast, and she's shoveling as quickly as the song would imply, with strength and endurance that shouldn't be available to her form.
Spike	Spike pauses singing as he hears shovelling and looks over. Getting up Spike spies Harley and goes to see what she's up to....but not before closing his car door and killing the radio. Then he walks over and peers down. "Whatcha up to?" he asks, his accent on his tongue as he looks down to Harley and her shovelling. "You digging a grave, or robbing it? Look, I ain't going to stop you, but just......be careful" he says. To illustrate that point he takes a step forward and kneels by the grave, watching Harley still. Looking past her Spike watches the sky for a moment....then comes back to Harley as he gets back to his feet and jogs off....returning with a bigger shovel. "You want to trade shovels?" Spike asked. "Admittedly not the sentence I thought I'd say but here I am, assisting a woman grave robbing. Yeah. I'm evil. Actually...." Spike says as he watches. "I'll help. Sod this being good lark. I'm evil. I'm evil and I will help you rob graves"
Harley Quinn	Annnnnnd Harley is singing to whatever music is blasting under that construction helmet. "I think fink you freaky and I like you a lot, I fink you freaky and I like you a lot." And she's going on with Die Antwords I fink you freaky song, made a bit odd with her heavy Jersey accent. All of the talking that Spike does is ignored, but Harley is keyed into her pups rather well. Bud and Lou, rather large Hyenas, get up standing and start to growl. It takes a moment for Harley, "What's up boys? What's going on?" And then she turns her head, no Spike since he just ran off to get another shovel. Then Harley shrugs and goes back to digging and singing. And then the pups get up again, growling and she sighs, slumping her shoulders, "Whaaaa? There ain't nothin' here!" When she's turning, Spike is there with a bigger shovel and offer it to her? "Whaaaaaaghgghhghgh!" She stumbles and falls backwards a little into a sitting position, feet in the grave, butt on the grass around it. Taking off her helmet there's loud blasting music coming from the bits that were covering her ears and she says to Spike, "Who the hell are you? Ain't ya see, I'm busy... sneakin' up on a girl like me... oh, what, are ya ramblin' on about? I ain't robbin' no grave." She points over to a bag that has badly written on the side in Permanenent Marker, <Walter's stuff> "I'm returnin' some things I said I'd be borrowin'." Shaking her head a bit, "If yer here ta rob a grave, go find yerself another one. I saw a Mary jus' down the way, never liked that named."
Spike	"Who said I'm robbing any grave?" Spike asks. "You're digging up a grave, not putting stuff in it. Yeah somehow I don't believe ya" he shrugs and plants the shovel in the ground, leaning on it. Spike peers down to Harley. "Oh come on, you're returning stuff by digging up a grave?" he asks, "Do I look like I believe that one?" he laughs, a laugh that says he thinks she's trying to explain something. "No I don't believe that one" Spike chuckles. "But hey, willing to give you a big shovel. So that's something, right? I mean, come on. You're here and digging into the dirt"
Harley Quinn	Looking down at her shovel, and then looking over at the bigger shovel, "Well, ain't nobody really give me nothin' that often. I do end up gettin' a lot of free pistachio puddin', but that's really a tax payer expense." And Harley debates for a moment and then tosses her shovel to the side and reaches out to take the much bigger shovel. "Sure, I'll take yer shovel and use it fer diggin'. But ya got me all wrong here mister. Not that I ain't willin' ta dig up no graves fer stuff. I borrowed some leather pants an' a wallet, now I figure Walter ain't gonna mind too much I maxed his cards an' spent all his cash, now that he's dead. I made a promise, though, an' so I gots ta keep it. If there's one thing about Harley Quinn, she's a woman of her word." And she offers up a salute, before just shaking it out of her hand, and waits for the shovel to be handed over from Spike. "Ya seem a bit energetic, ya got ADHD or somethin'?"
Spike	Spike does hand over the shovel and laughs again. "Energetic?" he asks. That's a new one. That's a new one realy. Energetic.....really. Spike goes to put the smaller shovel away then walks back again. "So who are you and what's up? Okay okay, I'll believe you. You want any help returning that Walter guy's things?" Spike asks, "I'm Spike"
Harley Quinn	"I ain't gonna argue if ya wanna take turns diggin'." Harley mentions and she reaches up to pat at Bud and Lou's head who finally will settle down onto the ground from their near attack ready position. "Ya ain't know me? I even already said it, I thought that was aloud." She shrugs quickly and hops out of the hole she's made thus far and waves into it for Spike, "Go ahead, an' take yer turn. Spike. An' I'm Harley Quinn. The one and only. You must not get out much, I've even got fan pages - apparently. I didn't even know, there was this podcast thing I did where I found out all about how popular I am. It's interestin' to think about."
Spike	Spike hops down into the hole and starts digging, careful not to bury himself alive...or....not quite alive. "See, that's my problem. Some bastard stole my comptuer and I've not got it back yet" Spike says sounding highly annoyed. "Imagine that. Somebody busts into a crypt and steals my computer. Just my computer, too" he says from the grave as he's digging and nods at Harley. "I heard the name. Never thought I'd actually meet ya" he adds, being unusually calm and not squealing over meeting Harley. Then again lack of computer means no internet. Which means no shot to check out Harley's stuff. maybe....just maybe if he'd had a computer....that hadn't been stolen by some insenstive jerk....he'd be all squealy and stuff. Or, like Willow with books. All squealy and extremely careful. Spike climbs out of the grave and offers the shovel back to Harley. "There you go, it's dug out a little more" he points out and kneels back by the grave to carry on their discussion. "See, Harley. I heard your name, heard you were some dangerous type....but you're pretty normal. I mean, we're here just talking while you're running an errand" he nods. Thta's one hell of a way to undersell digging up a grave, but....Spke has a way with words. He's charismatic and.....stuff. Plus, he's distracting himself from breaking into a mansion and stealing back his computer he stole to begin with. It wasn't really his fault, it was in a shop windw and so so tempting
Harley Quinn	Watching as Spike is digging, kind of appraising the man's skills, she hmms, "I hate it when people steal my stuff outta my crypt." And Harley shakes her head a little bit, "Well, ain't like I got my own crypt, but when I'm borrowin' a friends' crypt fer sleepin'. Like the time I buried myself alive in a coffin. It's more comfy than the movies make ya think, oh, sure, lack of breathin' is a problem but the ups outweighed the downs fer sure." A couple nods to that. "Ya really hung up on this computer of yers. Was it some kind of special super tech? If not, jus' go on down ta the local store an' take one. Ya deserve it. Treat yerself, get one of them fancy ones, wit' all the bells an' whistles." A pause before she quirks her mouth to the side, "I ain't sure if they make computers with bells and whistles no more, but I'm sure it's an addon ya can get later." Clearly she too isn't going around and utilizing computers much either. Pointing in an exaggerated way at Spike, she smiles big, "See! That's what I tell people all the time. I'm jus' a normal lady. I was tellin' that to this fella a few weeks ago. I had his feet inside of an aquarium filled with pirahnas at the time, but I was jus' tryin' ta chat, an' he's callin' me some crazy broad." Her eyes get big and she shakes her head, slumping her shoulders as she goes back to start digging again. "I tell ya, this is what them computers are doin' to the brains of this generation. Makin'em unable ta talk ta perfect strangers. It's an art that's been missin' fer some time. I feel old fashioned, all the time. Ya ever feel that way?"
Spike	Spike shakes his head, "Not welcome there. I sort of got what I liked, which was everything" Spike shrugs and looks pleased with his thievery antics.....as Spike smirks. "You probably can buy bells and whistles, ya know?" he asks. "Sure, somebody makes them" he nods widely as he chuckles. "Yeah, I feel like that. Too many people not talking to new and interesting people" Spike says looking thoughtful, tapping his nose. "So" Spike says looking amused, "Anything else I can help ya with?"
Harley Quinn	With a little shake of her head, Harley mentions, "Oh, no, not at all. This bigger shovel was a great idea. Makin' good time." And in fact, she is soon hitting wood with the shovel. And so she's going onto the ground, and wiping away stuff before she offers, "To Walter, he was a great motorcyclist. Not so good, really, but who wants ta speak ill of the dead? And his clothin' was too big, but it was easily tailored, and I especially liked the large jacket." And then she's dragging down the stuff and ripping off some of the wood coffin, just with her hands. And there's a dead guy, for sure, down below that wood. She pulls out some clothing and she just starts shoving it into the hole she made. "There ya are Walter. When ya died from a single boxing glove... propelled by a very high tension spring, I knew we'd get along. And yer bike, it burned up on some sentient fish from a far away place, or maybe just nearby a nuclear power plant, but fer sure, it burned up on a fish. And though I may have been directly responsible for both yer and yer bike's death... I appreciate the sentiment. So, here's yer bloody stuff back, and ... well, if ya ever come back in some kind of post apocalyptic zombie fest, I can't promise I won't kill ya again, but I can promise ya'll at least be the best lookin' zombie around."
Spike	Spike listens and looks up to the skies for a moment then back to Harley. Shaking his head Spike seems not to be judging Harley.....as Spike grins. "Just leave the shovel by the grave when you're done" he says and sits by the grave. "See, you're interesting and not dangerous at all. Nah, aquarium, with piranhas?" he asks, taking a long breath. "I'm not asking but I've done things I ain't proud of" Spike shrugs.
Harley Quinn	Moving the shovel up to the side of the grave, Harley mentions, "Well, my work here -is- done. I returned what I was tryin' to return." She hops out of the grave and Lou jumps into it, pulling and sniffing at things, until a jaw comes out of the grave and is being chewed on. Harley looks over to Spike, "Oh, it was a pretty setup. There was about a dozen of 'em in there. You know it takes a long time before them pirahnas will actually start eatin' squirming feet? You gotta starve 'em fer a while. Movies confuse my sensibilities of what's true and what ain't." Sitting at the edge of the grave, she looks over to Spike, nodding her head a few times. "I can understand. Your lookin' ta find yer morality so you know what actions ta take. You gotta be doin' the reverse. Just, act, do you, an' then from there your morality is clear." Harley offers and points to herself, "I should know, I'm a Doctor, of the head, you know a psychiatrist. Though I ain't sure if my signature still qualifies fer prescriptions or not. Not that them pharmacies ever really checked."
Spike	Spike laughs, a cold evil laugh. "Oh, I think I've done that before. I'm a monster, Harley. I'm an evil monster" he says and looks to Harley. "Problem is if I do that I just prove to myself I'm a monster. I'm a complete and utter monster, Harley. I've done awful things to people" Spike says coldly. "I've killed and hurt many people, ya know? I'm a vampire, I'm a killer and" he says,looking past her. Doctor or not, Spike knows a few ideas to keep him sane. None of which involve seeing a doctor.
Harley Quinn	There's a little bit of a shrug, and Harley looks to Spike more seriously, "Ya gotta fergive yerself. You know? By usin' the word monster, I know that ya think badly of the actions you've done. Would ya believe, people even have called me a monster?" She puts a gloved hand on her chest to indicate herself, "I ain't no monster. I'm jus' a person, livin' a life, tryin' ta be the best version of myself." And then she grins, laughing a bit, "A vampire? I know this lady vampire, she is great. Helped me even get out of Arkham this one time. That ain't bein' a monster, that's just a post-human experience. There's plenty of those, aliens, mutants, vampires, zombies, mummies, sentient fish, pookas, you know. There's a wide variety of people in this great big universe of ours. That ain't what defines us, it's how we feel, inside, about ourselves." A pause and she grins wide, "An' I feel great. I dunno about you, but that's what I've learned from dealin' with lots of crazies." Lou meanwhile is crunching the jaw of Walter that he pulled out of the grave, crunching and chewing, while Bud looks on jealous, whining quietly.
Spike	"I'm not going to defend my actions" Spike says simply, but he does at least listen to Harley and shakes his head. "No, no. You're right and you're wrong" he says and shakes his head, eyes dark with anger. "Put it this way Harley" he says softly. "You really think it's that easy to fix me? No it isn't. I'm listening but I don't believe you when you say it's so easy. I get it, you're not all there in the head. I'm not either, I mean...." spike says, reciting a few lines of some of his poetry. "Anyone who can write that...yes, they're not right either" Spike mutters shaking his head with a weary sigh.
Harley Quinn	"What I'm telling you Spike, is that when yer ready, yer actions won't need defendin'." Harley comments back to the vampire guy of whom she doesn't seem to care at all that he's a vampire. Just another day, no feeling of being threatened coming off of her or intimidated, worry, nothing. She's definitely not all there. "Yer jus' tryin' ta be evil. Good an evil are concepts created by people. It ain't set in stone, there's no requirements to do x or y to be good or evil. Ya should really listen to the episode of Truthseekers I was on. I was very brilliant in that episode. It was very good, and maybe it'd help you." A pause, and Harley laughs, "I ain't tryin' ta fix ya, Mister Spike. I ain't never been in the 'fixing' business. I've just been in the realizin' when people ain't broke. And ya looks ta me as a perfect candidate ta be on that list."
Spike	Spike raises his palms and jogs off, coming back with a bowl. He pours pig's blood into it....then adds spices and curiously, Weetabix, stirring it all together as he balances the bowl on his lap, still watching Harley. "Well no" he says as he waits for a moment. "I'm not in need of fixing but I'm broken. If" he says and says the next few words in between dipping the spoon in and eating....or drinking his bowl full of blood, spices and Weetabix. "So" Spike adds and leaves the spoon in the bowl. "If I could show ya everything I've done in my life. You may think differently" Spike says and looks to Harley, blood smearing his mouth as he resumes finishing up his bowl. "You sure you don't want it?" he asks, the spoon clattering into the half empty bowl. "It's good" he says between sips.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn sniffing out in the direction of the bowl, "I ain't much into non-human blood." Offers Harley back in Spike's direction and then she squints a moment, "Hey, now, waitaminute. Why are -you- into non-human blood." Yes, she's smelled human blood enough to know when it's not the real thing. Though she's not at all disturbed by someone drinking blood, there's plenty of cultures that do that. Though she shrugs a little bit at the comment, "You ain't know me so well. Ya'd have to have been the creator of systems that only allow fer exact change..." She clenches her gloved fists, and ooooohs in anger, before she takes in a breath and lets it out slowly, "Ain't you, no need ta get so upset about it. Still though, if that was you, I'd kill ya right here an' now. Or maybe try ta go back in time an' kill ya before ya ever had the idea, or your parents, or your parents' parents. Whatever it took!"
Spike	Spike finishes his bowl and setles bac, "Alright, calm down" he says and looks to Harley with a sigh. "No need to try to kill me, alright?" he asks and shakes his head, shaking the bowl at Harley in mock anger.
Harley Quinn	"Are you sayin' that you DID invent the idea of exact change?!" Harley gets riled up a bit more, "Now, Mister, since ya were so nice about lettin' me use yer shovel. I ain't gonna kill ya none, but you sure were right. You're a monster." Grave robbing, disrespecting the dead with a hyena chewing on a jaw bone, and even all the murdering she's done. In fact, the murdering of the very person she was returning clothing to... none of it causes Harley to blink, but this Exact Change thing seems to be a big deal. She starts to get up and brushes off her pants, "Good day ta you sir."
Spike	"I told you I'm a monster" Spike says evenly, almost chiding Harley. "I didn't say I invented exact change, did I?" Spike adds with a look as he folds his arm. "Look, Harley" Spike says, "Relax, alright. Relax. I'm not going to get you mad at me" he points out with a look, and a smile, a gentle smile.
Harley Quinn	There's a pause and Harley turns, to sit across the way of the grave, folding her arms over her chest. "You tryin' ta say now that you didn't? you were basically implying, because you said I need not try an' kill ya, but was only gonna do that if ya had invented exact change." Her eyes squint and she looks over at Spike. "Now, tell it to me straight. Did'ja or did'ja not invent the concentp of exact change? I don't care if ya ran over a baby while skinnin' its mother. I only care about this - fer very very good reasons."
Spike	"No I didn't" Spike says, fixing his eyes on Harley's gaze with that smile....as Spike shakes his head. "Now since I didn't invent that thing you're mad at me for.....relax and don't get mad at me, ya hear?" he asks with a shrug
Harley Quinn	"You're real bossy, ya know that? Yer tellin' me not to get mad at you. I ain't gettin' mad at -you- except now that yer tellin' me not to. An' ta relax! I was relaxed, till ya started tellin' me what ta DO!" Harley starts getting louder, and that gets her hyenas all heckled up, they start to stand and glare over at Spike, but they don't attack since mommy dearest isn't. "I ain't sure who ya think you are mister, but if I wanna get anxious an' mad, I will! My perogative."
Spike	"RIht. But I'm saying don't get mad at me" Spike says. "I didn't do anything to you. You want to stomp your feet and throw a hissy fit. Fine, But don't put your anger on me. I've already said I didn't invent that concept you're on about. So" Spike says with a look. "What did I ever do to you? I let you use my shovel. I've been nice to you. Yet you think I'm to blame for something or other. Some concept you're fixated on?B?# Spike says, shuffling back a pace.
Harley Quinn	Harley Quinn stands up and mentions, "Clearly you ain't got manners." Harley hmphs and says, "Come on boys, let's get outta here." And she hooks her foot under the shovel that she brought, and kicks it up into the air to catch it really easily. "Ya ain't even understand what yer sayin'. You said, don't get mad at you, that's a command fella. I ain't the kind ta jus' take orders an' follow." Unless, perhaps it's Mistah J. "I'm gonna leave before you do somethin' yer gonna regret. Cause, me? I ain't got no regrest since I'm perfectly healthy." And she keeps her arms folder, as she raises up her nose and starts walking.
Spike	Spike watches Harley with a grin as he blew her a kiss. "Yeah love you too" he calls, watching Harley heave as Spike, too, gets to his feet and starts heading home....or to his crypt, as Spike shakes his head. Spike, not having manners....really. Spike is....cold and cruel but he can at least have some social skills.