Holding her date's hand in that of her own, the pair walked in and she politely handed the attendant at the door her elegant invitation. Thelia took quick note of the scent of human blood, the attendant was mortal; she thought that was peculiar. Why would Lestat staff his vampire gala with humans? She quickly shrugged the thought from her mind and walked hand in hand with her date into the grand ballroom. It was a spectacular display, mix of old world charm and eloquence that was beyond beautiful. The walls glistened in a deep mahagony wood with a glint of metallic silver that shined brilliantly as the light waltzed across it, there were large gorgeous vases of aromatic floral boquets strewn about; their heady fragrance intoxicating Thelia's already astute vampiric senses to new heights.
Thelia watched as both vampires rather young in the both and ancient brethren flocked into the immense chateau; they were all here to celebrate Prince Lestat's dominion over their kind. A mass of silk and satin piroetted into the ballroom, stunning gowns in an array of rich, stunning colors outfitted each female immortal, Thelia watched as the gown's trains glided and dusted across the marble floor. She heard the slow steady strumming of classical music begin as to indicate the commencement of the gala. Long elegant tables dressed in dark velvet were lined with an array of glass goblets, some holding wine while others held her preferred choice of elixir --blood.
Suddenly from out of her perephrial vision came an all too familiar face, a woman clad in luxurious red- her skin glistening like bronze fire and her long obsidian hair fell in loose thick curls. She was in disbelief - she clenched her dates hand tighter, "My Mother" she whispered in distrust, but looked again and yes it was her. Queen Akasha. She was here, living, breathing, and walking like all others but how? Thelia looked on as she watched her mother sauntered into the ballroom accompanied by her beautiful but deadly champions, Shira - Samara- Sinziana, they were all there to ensure Akasha's safety and for good reason-- the Queen was supposed to be deader than a doornail.
As Akasha moved in closer, Thelia could not help but call out to her; "Mother?" She turned to look at her date, "It seems we are in for all sort of surprises on this night, she is supposed to be dead." she said in a low whisper as to not attract attention.
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Harley heard grandioso singing in the distance as she waiting to see the therapist. It was wonderful as she began trying to clap "Bravo Bravo!!!" to an almost empty room while in chains, barely able to move. The cops in charge of her gave her a glare, but were truly afraid she would pull something that would get them hurt. It wasn't the first time. Instead she winked at them, "Boys, relax!!! The voices are at bay today. No one's gonna get hurt. I'm only here for therapy!" She gave a slight giggle. "Whose the maestro in the next room? Must be givin the shrink a great show!"
One of the two cops replied not amused in the least, "It's the new inmate. I'm sure you'll figure out who he is after your session. Now no funny business!!" A light lit up on the side of the wall indicating it was Harley's turn for her required psycho therapy session.
"Hey there! Ya miss me! I know I'm yer favorite!" She giggled and sat down casually in the chair as far as her restraints would let her. "I don't get why you all put me in this get up. I'm not hurting' anyone... THIS TIME. I've been a real good girl! A hoot and a hollar as Mista Jay would say. And it's good ta know he's in here with me. I wish ya all would let me see him..."
Her voice became more quiet at the end. They had been sure to separate her from her puddin' ever since she had snuck into his cell on a near attempt at escape. The only problem was, she and Joker were beating the snot out of each other. It was a love hate relationship they had. She had a romance with one of the inmates and nearly escaped until she decided she wanted to say things to Joker she never had the courage to before then. It ended up in a brawl but she had got in a few good punches though he had bloodied up her face good. And now that her main squeeze had dumped her, she had been desperate to apologize to Joker, going back into the deep cycle of abusive relationships that she should know better about since she had studied psychology.
"So... you are still fixated on Joker are you Harley? Don't you realize he's only using you? You are stepping back into that cycle we talked about." He wrote notes down in scribbles that only another doctor or pharmacist could decipher.
"But but... I made a mistake! I can't do this alone here without my Mista Jay! Please please let me see him! Let me at least eat meals with him when you let him in the cafeteria. I've been real real real good!" She pleaded with alligator tears in her eyes.
"Yes you have, I'll give you that. But we discussed this. Joker is bad for you Harley. You know this! You used to be a therapist like me." She nodded silently realizing her defeat. She wanted out of here. What was the point!
He had her escorted out and taken out of the chains as they led her to the cafeteria. But someone had made a mistake and said that Joker wasn't in the cafeteria when he really was. She walked into the area along with her own bowl of oatmeal and sulked until she looked up and saw Mistah Jay!
"You're here! They listened to me?! Ohhhhh I was real good Mistah Jay! Please forgive me!!!!" She dropped her spoon splatting into the grey matter like oatmeal and plopped down right in between someone and Joker.
"Did ya miss me Puddin! I know I punched back, you almost choked me ta death, but it's water unda the bridge!!!" She smiled real big as Joker glared at her trying to not go off the handle. But that wouldn't last long.
Oh man, she didn’t know how long she’d be good. She wanted out of here. Maybe Joker would help her get out of there? Maybe Misah J would be in a better mood out of here but she didn’t realize he really wanted her dead or far away from her.
