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Who: Harley Quinn, the build a buddies and you!
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a littleme party.Tea party. Stop by and she'll help you make a dolly of your very own! Or she might stab you...this is Harley we're talking about.
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.
Harley had always had a fondness for plush toys. In fact back at her room in the district suite there was more stuffed animals then anything else despite her recent addition of a small jungle's worth of plant life to honor her long lost friend Poison Ivy.
So after the scramble at the Cornucopia she'd wandered about in delight exploring the mall only to settle on this store loaded to the gills with plushie parts! Her eyes were wide as she marveled at all the different combinations one could prepare to design your very own plushie based on tributes that were either currently in the mall with her, or past favorites. In a matter of hours she'd made a small army of them and they lined every available shelf and counter.
As the first few days of the arena past she made the little shop more comfortable for herself every day, but the irritating robot janitors of the mall kept trying to put things back where they belonged which included dragging off her lovingly crafted plushies. That simply couldn't do. The latest of these mechanical offenders had been impaled on a broom handle and left outside the store like a warning to it's fellows.
Having cobbled together an outfit appropriate for a tea party complete with white makeup covering her face and black makeup around her eyes and lips, Harley seemed to be taking a break from the usual arena activities of seeking out food or victims and was sitting down at a table with a collection of little dolls that looked eerily like her closest friends and allies. Many were long since dead like a little Diana Prince doll, and at least one was recently dead as the Cinderella doll sat to one side with a lovely little black dress and her own cup of imaginary tea.
"Now now Damian, don't threaten Timmy's girlfriend. There's plenty of cookies to go around!"
And sure enough while the tea was imaginary Harley had collected a platter of cookies from the food court. Each cup had some water in it to help wash down the sweet treats.
Oddly enough, Harley didn't feel the need to barricade the door to her little lair, either she had confidence in her ability to defend herself...or she was being incredibly careless.
She considered it "Inviting".
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a little
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.
Harley had always had a fondness for plush toys. In fact back at her room in the district suite there was more stuffed animals then anything else despite her recent addition of a small jungle's worth of plant life to honor her long lost friend Poison Ivy.
So after the scramble at the Cornucopia she'd wandered about in delight exploring the mall only to settle on this store loaded to the gills with plushie parts! Her eyes were wide as she marveled at all the different combinations one could prepare to design your very own plushie based on tributes that were either currently in the mall with her, or past favorites. In a matter of hours she'd made a small army of them and they lined every available shelf and counter.
As the first few days of the arena past she made the little shop more comfortable for herself every day, but the irritating robot janitors of the mall kept trying to put things back where they belonged which included dragging off her lovingly crafted plushies. That simply couldn't do. The latest of these mechanical offenders had been impaled on a broom handle and left outside the store like a warning to it's fellows.
Having cobbled together an outfit appropriate for a tea party complete with white makeup covering her face and black makeup around her eyes and lips, Harley seemed to be taking a break from the usual arena activities of seeking out food or victims and was sitting down at a table with a collection of little dolls that looked eerily like her closest friends and allies. Many were long since dead like a little Diana Prince doll, and at least one was recently dead as the Cinderella doll sat to one side with a lovely little black dress and her own cup of imaginary tea.
"Now now Damian, don't threaten Timmy's girlfriend. There's plenty of cookies to go around!"
And sure enough while the tea was imaginary Harley had collected a platter of cookies from the food court. Each cup had some water in it to help wash down the sweet treats.
Oddly enough, Harley didn't feel the need to barricade the door to her little lair, either she had confidence in her ability to defend herself...or she was being incredibly careless.
She considered it "Inviting".
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It was a little eerie to be honest. After all, the speech had him believing that maybe the lack of carnage might have the Capitol try to work something up. He was still wearing his spandex skating suit, but had lost the skates in favor of a pair of wool socks and little brown booties. Equally he had slipped on a long trenchcoat, something he picked out mostly because of the amount of pockets.
After that, and a few survival tools such as a knife and water bottle, he supposed finding a new quiet unpopulated nook was in order. A store with something no one particularly cared about in it, for example? Eventually he found himself peering in the plushie store, fingers wrapping around his knife still in his pocket-- before noticing the tea party of sorts.
He didn't quite recognize Harley for a moment- the interesting make-up scheme had him furrowing his brow even... before shaking his head.
"... Harley, is that you?"
What was she doing here?
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"Well if it isn't my favorite new tribute! Come in come in! There's plenty of room the parties just getting warmed up!" She ushered him in and sprang to her boot clad feet.
"Well aren't you a little trend setter? Most people have ditched the spandex look, but I guess when it hugs your body that nicely you like to show off. Might be easier without the creeper coat though." she teased.
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So he'd step in, moving a little closer- not really wanting to... well, get in the midst of said tea party, even if that might just happen yet.
The teasing has him clearing his throat though, embarrassed. "If you'd refrain from being so lewd about it, please. I kept it because it's something I'm used to wearing."
And, well. Adjusting his glasses, Hubert found himself eying the plushies with mild curiosity. "And this-- creeper coat has many pockets to store important things in. To be honest, I'm more concerned as to why you're here. You're a Mentor, are you not?"
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She spun on her heel and led him deeper into the shop where the shiny blank glass eyes of a hundred or more plush toys stared at them.
"A bunch of people were arrested for the murder of one of the Capitol's tip top torture specialists. A couple of em were my friends. Two of them were your mentors Mindy and Eva." She explained. "I couldn't very well let that stand! So I teamed up with this fella named Roland to try and bust em out...and we got busted ourselves."
In the dim light of the shop it was hard to make out but the branding on her cheek was still visible despite the makeup she'd liberally applied. It matched several others around the arena.
"So we were tortured for a few days, kept locked up and Mindy and I were thrown back in the arena as punishment. I think we're still technically mentors, but we're being taught a lesson." she winked cheerfully.
"Jokes on them, I love this place."
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Although the story surprises him. Such a direct revolt? That was... a little surprising. And he couldn't help but frown despite how nonchalantly she spoke. (He'd really have to start figuring out this technology after this Arena.)
"I see." And after a little more squinting, he can spot the slight hintings of a mark under white make-up- although he won't stare all too much. She doesn't seem to be the type who wants a pity-fest, and that's good given Hubert doesn't think he'd dole that out. But still, before he can stop himself: "I... have a key. It presumably opens one of those storage units close by the rink."
He'll draw it out of his pocket. He can't trust her, or anyone in here a hundred percent, but he doesn't feel any malice from her. "I was thinking of investigating it later... if you were willing to come along."
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"I'd love to go on that little adventure with you!" she declared. "We can watch each other's backs so to speak. And if there's a treasure then four arms can carry more then two." She added slipping the key back down her blouse.
She took her seat delicately on a chair that was meant for someone much younger and sat at her table with a number of dolls staring blankly at their tea. Some of them had frowny faces, others were smiling. There was even a little Hubert doll with glasses.
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Although her declaration of alliance has the corners of his lips twitching upward just barely, and he'll nod, pushing up his glasses again. It was true- things would be safer with a companion. Although, he would still have to keep his guard up.
Hubert watched her sit delicately on that smaller chair, scouring over the dolls- before spotting a familiar blue head of hair and crouching by it. "... Did you make this?"
Otherwise, that would be kind of disturbing in itself.
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Rows upon rows of bodies were hanging from hooks, cloth bodies with different heads and faces, each one a tribute past of present. To the side of the hooks were boxes of stuffing and what looked to be little stuffed hearts. Even further down were shiny plastic boxes with a musical note on the side, and next to that were clothing racks with outfits to choose from.
"Go ahead, make one! It's fun and you'll have a little buddy to stick with you in the arena! They're so cuddly cute!" She cooed excitedly.
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"I don't know about that." But he'd pause, moving closer to them. Some of them were familiar-- some of them not. "... are they all Tributes?"
He'll brush his fingers along one of the plush's bodies, as if examining if it really was just harmless. After all, he could place a few of their hairstyles and smiles or frowns.
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"This is not the creepiest thing they can do by the way. Last arena they made emotionless shuffling bodies that looked just like someone you care about. Then the shuffling bodies would go crazy and try to kill ya!"
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"That's... how would they gather such a thing? Do they know about our homelands?" That's kind of worrying, in fact. And it'll have him worrying about his friends back home even more, rather than worrying about himself. It's easier to do that, after all.
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"I mean for all we know they have every last detail...but sometimes they slip up and maybe give the impression they only know the big important stuff. Like a month or two ago they brought in people from our worlds to visit. Mothers, fathers, siblings and lovers." She explained. "They hung around for a few weeks and then poof! Gone in the night."
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"Were they the real thing?" he'll inquire, curiously. "Or were their personalities skewed?"
He's not sure he likes the idea of anyone he's close to appearing here...
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"I checked Ivy very VERY close to make sure I'll have you know." she purred teasingly.
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"You're the one who asked! Just for the sake of comedy don't say out loud who you'd most want them to leave alone or you can bet they'll use that against you too." She was only half joking about that part.
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"They probably would, wouldn't they," he muttered. "I wasn't planning on talking much about home, either way. This place isn't exactly what I'd call 'safe' for those discussions."
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"But as much as they could use it against you? Don't let that keep you from making friends and allies here. Friends and love are what makes this place tolerable. If you're trying to go it alone all the way to the end you'll be much more miserable about it." She explained in a moment of clarity.
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But one can only really be alone for so long. Ever since getting a taste of friendship and repairing bonds, Hubert never really imagined he could spend as long as he might here alone.
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"At the end of the day, you'll do what you have to do to survive. Either that or you'll just be another sad memory." She tapped her head indicating that she wouldn't forget him even if this was his only arena.
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Hubert can't say he much enjoys the thought, but it is what it is. "Although I must say I refuse becoming but a simple memory."
Even if he doesn't survive this arena, he will come back. And maybe then-- he can learn much more about the Capitol, although he'll have to also figure out how that strange communicator he had been bestowed with before worked. It couldn't be that difficult, right? It was just a different shape from the one he was used to.
All in all, he was very determined.
Seems like a good line to fade to black on ;)