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- Joined
- Jan 6, 2012
- Location
- On the beach
Harley awoke as the sun hit her eyes, her pale green orbs blinking a few times before fully becoming conscious, the world was in a state of chaos, and it was crumbling, supervillains just started showing up, the heroes fought back and fought back hard, but they failed, the villains seemed to know all of their weaknesses and every time the elite squad went to battle, they always came back with a body, systematically killing them one by one, until yesterday, the last hero fell Super Girl, the worlds last hope, the one shining beacon of good left in this world, was brutally slaughtered. A man wielding Kryptonite blades cut her in two, Harley had been there, half the city had been there as it happened. The world was mourning, it was in pain and nothing could be done, the day the last superhero died, was the day the world had lost all hope.
The villain gave only two options, the first was surrender and obey, the second was die. There were a few that day that died, some brandished guns and tried to shoot the villain but the bullets simply bounced off of him, he also cut them in two quite easily. Harley had ran, she didn't remember the time from when she stopped running to when she arrived back at her apartment, but she knew it was quick, she had been a fast runner her whole life, her whole life only being 23 years, she was born during the time the villains began to rise and knew nothing but how to hide and how to run. Her parents had perished and she had survived by moving in with her grandparents, and then eventually getting out on her own. For the most part the world functioned normally, people still had jobs, they still had bills to pay, everything was normal in that aspect, but the villains who now had assumed control of the government and all military organizations. Anyone seen slandering the villains or gathering in mass to try to fight back was killed on the spot, anyone caught having any sort of memorabilia representing the dead superheroes, killed.
She ate breakfast, a healthy meal of oatmeal and an apple washed down with a big glass of milk, Harley had always been a health nut, and always made herself in peak physical shape, she worked out extensively, and always went for a jog in the mornings, in a world where your next step might be your last, she learned to run and run fast, she had been in a few fights and never gotten injured, she always accredited it to how fit she was. She went to her bedroom and put on some jogging pants and a tank top. She was five foot eleven and she had long brown hair. Her eyes were a very bright green, almost lime, the doctors could never figure out why so they just called it a bizarre genetic mutation. Her body was muscular but not manly, more than the average woman and she had well defined abs, again, she kept herself in peak physical shape.
She put on her headphones, and pressed play as this song rang in her headphones and she went on her morning jog, most people thought three miles was enough, Harley could jog for hours, so she usually went about ten miles, never thinking her stamina to just run so far with such ease was out of the ordinary, she began her jog.
The villain gave only two options, the first was surrender and obey, the second was die. There were a few that day that died, some brandished guns and tried to shoot the villain but the bullets simply bounced off of him, he also cut them in two quite easily. Harley had ran, she didn't remember the time from when she stopped running to when she arrived back at her apartment, but she knew it was quick, she had been a fast runner her whole life, her whole life only being 23 years, she was born during the time the villains began to rise and knew nothing but how to hide and how to run. Her parents had perished and she had survived by moving in with her grandparents, and then eventually getting out on her own. For the most part the world functioned normally, people still had jobs, they still had bills to pay, everything was normal in that aspect, but the villains who now had assumed control of the government and all military organizations. Anyone seen slandering the villains or gathering in mass to try to fight back was killed on the spot, anyone caught having any sort of memorabilia representing the dead superheroes, killed.
She ate breakfast, a healthy meal of oatmeal and an apple washed down with a big glass of milk, Harley had always been a health nut, and always made herself in peak physical shape, she worked out extensively, and always went for a jog in the mornings, in a world where your next step might be your last, she learned to run and run fast, she had been in a few fights and never gotten injured, she always accredited it to how fit she was. She went to her bedroom and put on some jogging pants and a tank top. She was five foot eleven and she had long brown hair. Her eyes were a very bright green, almost lime, the doctors could never figure out why so they just called it a bizarre genetic mutation. Her body was muscular but not manly, more than the average woman and she had well defined abs, again, she kept herself in peak physical shape.
She put on her headphones, and pressed play as this song rang in her headphones and she went on her morning jog, most people thought three miles was enough, Harley could jog for hours, so she usually went about ten miles, never thinking her stamina to just run so far with such ease was out of the ordinary, she began her jog.