Hayley didn't like her living arrangements at all. She wasn't allowed to live at home (not that she'd like that, either), but she wasn't supposed to be kept in a cell. So instead, she was in a halfway house, sharing a room with a girl that smelled like eggs ( Read more... )

Hayley wasn't one who often got letters, especially not ones in big official looking envelopes. After looking at it quizzically for a moment, she opened it and started reading ( Read more... )

Hayley was way too content to cuddle up against the warm body that was sharing the bed with her. If she'd had any expectations about Prom, well, they'd been blown away with what had actually happened.

She was happy, she was content, she was calm.

Right now, it just felt nice to be at peace.

Pity it wouldn't last.

[ooc: Expecting some, but open ( Read more... )

Hayley was getting her head back on straight. There was the whole problem of figuring out what to do after graduation, but for now she was focusing on just looking at her real possibilities. Career paths, if you will ( Read more... )

Hayley was still a bit subdued, definitely not her normal bouncy self. Even the movie at the support group hadn't cheered her up too much.

Which was why she was back to sulking in her bed, the door to the room half open. This time, however, it was the music of David Bowie that played.

She'd found a new obsession, there.

[ooc: Open post, half- ( Read more... )

Hayley was actually a little relieved her roommate was out. She wasn't ready for that conversation. She'd left the door of her room half-open, so anyone walking by would hear the crooning of Elvis Presley. Meanwhile the girl herself was laying on her bed with an ice pack on her eye and her covers pulled up to her neck ( Read more... )

( Cut for character abuse and evil hijinks )

When Harleen Quinzell woke up that morning in a strange bed, in a strange room, she was not disturbed at all. Hell, she was just glad she wasn't in Arkham. She scowered the nearby closet and found an outfit not dissimilar to what she'd worn that night her beloved Mister J had almost taken down the Batman ( Read more... )

Hayley was lying down on her bed, listening to an Elvis CD. She needed to rest after all the energy she'd spent bouncing around the picnic yesterday. She was just sure her new roommate would be ever-so-much fun. Even if she seemed a little... rough. But Hayley had a much better first impression of Dru than she'd had of Beka. But then again, Hayley ( Read more... )

No Updates on these ones:

Hurley, the Duuuuuuude.

Hayley, the Mildly Psychopathic.

Mina, the Vampiress

Fred, the Blob

And now:

( Jennifer Walters and The She-Hulk, Not Exactly Jekyll and Hyde )