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December 1st - 9:07 AM [Nov. 21st, 2005|01:51 am]
Harvey "Two-Face" Dent
[mood |awake]
[music |Smashing Pumpkins :: Disarm]

Over his career, both as District Attorney, and then as criminal mastermind, Harvey Dent had learned to be flexible about sleep. He'd been known to take the stand on three hours of it and win juries over on half a cup of coffee. On the other side of the coin, of course, he'd also become known for shooting henchmen who woke him up before he was good and ready.

So when a shaft of winter sunlight lanced through the boarded-up window of his hideout to land directly on his good eye, it was less than welcome. Harvey rolled over and burrowed his head in the pillows, only marginally noticing that they smelled like talc. Fresh. Clean. He must have fallen into bed on Sugar's side of the lair. Not that he'd have cared either way - last night, it was all he could do to make it up the steps before passing out.

The long night wasn't anything he regretted, lack of sleep aside. Not with what he'd discovered on his way home. And even if he -was- curious about just exactly what the hell had gone down last night ... even if consciousness was sticking around, and his mind was already stirring too much for him to go back to sleep, there was no way in hell he was taking either face out of that damn pillow before it was high time to do so...
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November 29, 7:46 PM [Nov. 5th, 2005|12:42 pm]
Harvey "Two-Face" Dent
[mood |predatory]
[music |Eminem :: One Shot, Two Shot]

A body in the harbor, the news says.

That was our stretch of harbor. Where our gang went. We liked the irony. Nice squeaky clean Gothamites trying to impose their will on the nastiest piece of Gotham.

We can't help but wonder if our gang's forgotten us. Then again, we don't expect the girls to do upkeep on all our little affairs.

We're able to walk up and about now, if not much more. Maybe we should see what the stand-in coin says about the matter.

A simple toss ...

...

Hm. Tails. We'll go ... take a look around.

Maybe this thing isn't -entirely- useless after all. Still, it would be nice if Ed could come with us. He'd have had a ball at the pier.
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November 11, 1995 [Oct. 27th, 2005|12:02 am]
Harvey "Two-Face" Dent
[mood |bitchyimpatient]
[music |Dave Matthews Band :: Halloween]

We're tired of waiting.

Sure, we're taking more painkillers than ravers do acid. Hell, we're lucky we can make it around the room. The girls are good to us in that respect. Only thing we're missing as far as they're concerned are the nurse outfits. ... Hm. We really wouldn't mind those, now that we think about it.

But that's nothing to us, not now. Even when we're laid so damn low, that isn't what matters.

We.

Want.

Our.

COIN.

We can't do anything without it. We're going to go mad. Or even worse, maybe sane. If we don't have something .... SOON ....

Wait. Wait wait wait wait wait. ... All those damn fakes. The Bat's damned fakes.

We could, possibly, make do with one of those for now. Use it to take care of the -minor- business until we get the real thing back.

Yes. Yes, that'll work for now. It'll work like shit, but it'll be something.

Now, where's Spice keeping the damn knives ...
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