|MolecularMachine shall rule the universe.|
HarrietHarriet was bleeding. Again. Not that he was surprised, but it was a pain to keep cleaning up the claret painting her cell. Sometimes, if the Shadows made a mess of things, it would end up on his walls. To anyone who didn't know, they would have been able to find her cell, marked by the faded pink stains spotting the floor and walls. Of course, these such marks went unneeded, as there was only one person who visited her, even these visits were becoming less and less frequent.Harriet by Doktor-Crooked
She was getting old, her face becoming a map of lines hidden behind a mane of candyfloss hair. She was still fast, though. Fast enough to break the wheely man, when she needed to. Not that he did to her any of the things for which he was famous.
Today was the odd day that that misshapen silhouette of his appeared outside her cell. "Hello, Harriet."
She wrinkled her nose at him, her eyes crossed and her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth. "Heheheh, guess who?"
Camine frowned, "Your manners haven't improved much
Holy Squids Batman!|
Current Residence: In the walls
Favourite genre of music: Steampunk, Circus Music, Dark Cabaret
Favourite photographer: Forever Sincerely
Favourite style of art: I'm very open to things that don't suck
Shell of choice: Brazil nut
Skin of choice: My own
Personal Quote: "This reminds me of a PHALLUS."