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Who| Harley and Open
What| Harley wandering around arena 2 looking for trouble and friends
Where| The Desert without Desserts.
When| The Beginning of week 3
Warnings/Notes| None yet, but Harley is open to wounding, maiming or killing so please request it if you're interested.

Harley was starting to get done with this arena.

Sure she wanted the crowds back home to love her but...she missed out on Candyland for this mess?

Trotting along in her ragged pink pony costume with it's bobbing bobble eyed head piece hanging off her shoulders like a hood she had left Donnie to his own devices for a spell. She liked his new aggressive and homicidal attitude, but he wasn't as much fun to talk to. And he didn't seem to appreciate her attempts to start sing-a-longs or play eye spy.

And so she was skipping, trotting or sometimes cartwheeling and casually dining on a can of pork and beans that she'd been saving since finding them at the cornucopia.

"If I don't find something fun to do they might replace me with reruns." She muttered to herself as she tipped the can back and let some beans and pork chunks falling into her mouth.

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Ruby was well outfitted. True, her red dress was in tatters, and her wig had long since gone missing. But she had a coil of rope around her waist, a scythe tucked under her arm, and a cross bow in her hand. She had a bit of meat, some snakes and small animals, tucked among the ropes. Food for later.

She'd drawn her bow when she heard a noise. She half lowered it when she spotted Harley, though not entirely. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to trust the woman. Maybe she should just slip off....

Harley only caught sight of Ruby out of the corner of her eye and spun to face her, the bouncy head hanging off the back of her suit bobbling with each motion.

"Hey hey now! I'm not a real pony no need to go shooting! It's duck season anyway!" She called holding up her hands in exaggerated fear.

She smiled, faintly, lowering the crossbow. She had to admit, Harley always made her laugh at least.

"Have you been holding onto that one?" she asked, gesturing to the pony suit.

She grinned in a silly way, "Well yeah of course. I'm nekkid under here. And with how hot it's been I wouldn't want to inflict this on anyone unless I was trying to kill them by sweat."

She struck a few "Sexy" poses even swishing her tail "Besides, who could resist all this?"

She frowned, eyes squinting quizzically. "I. Um. Meant the joke," she admitted after a moment.

"How are you doing that?" she was looking at the tails. Costume tails did not swish.

Harley waved away the confusion dismissively.

"Because I've got the skills to pay the bills girl!" She declared and skipped and hopped backward towards Ruby waving her tail at her playfully.

"You do this often?" there's the bemused smile, again. Harley seems almost disturbingly good at her costume.

"Well sure!" She did a backflip just to keep her adrenalin pumping and shake out her limbs.

"I made my first costume YEARS ago. It was alot more simple then this, and less furry. But it does kinda feel right somehow." She spun the tail again then clapped her "hooves" to her cheek. "Ohmigosh! I wonder if that means I'm secretly a furry!"

"A... Furry?" she isn't even entirely certain what that might mean. Though she does stare at Harley's tail maneuver's hard enough to make one think she's entranced herself.

"Wouldn't you know that by now?"

Amused and feeding off the attention she's getting she continues dancing about, making figure eights with the tail.

"Oh I'm full of surprises. It keeps life interesting ya know?" She offered with an impish grin.

"Haven't you ever surprised yourself with what you're capable of?"

"Maybe." Like how she's occasionally eaten people. It's best to just shrug, though.

"Pft." Harley stopped dancing around and planted her hands on her hips looking unimpressed.

"Vague much? come on sister! If you want to be any good at these games...or at least make your stay in this wasteland a little less hellish you really gotta start playing for the camera."

To give an example she blew a kiss into the air "That's for all my friends back at the "Digital Dive" Bar in Capitol City!"

"Harley..." her voice is pitched a little low, but her eyes do shift up as if wondering where the cameras are.

"My big skill is eating people. I don't really want to be playing it for anyone." She can also shoot them through the neck with an arrow, but there's plenty of that around.

Harley stopped to consider that for a moment.

"Well probably not. But they did let zombie boy in here so they must be at least sort of accepting of that sort of thing." She shrugged, "Is it one of those things where once you start you can't stop?"

"It's... one of those things where I'm a giant wolf." Yes, she can control it - she has control. But it's really hard to pull back on your instincts when you've let yourself go like that.

"Oooo, I've been waiting to see that!" She cheered.

"But don't worry so much. It's not like they can't put us back together right? And the rest of the capitol is gonna love you, inside and out."

"I don't like eating people, Harley. It's.... squishy." And not a fond memory. At all.

"So don't swallow?" Harley offered with a pout.

"You gotta love yourself for who you are. For what you are. Even if that isn't a very nice thing." She argued. "Because if you don't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you? You do deserve love you know!"

"Maybe I don't get to have love..." Every man who loves her, or expresses interest in her, dies. Usually the same day. Maybe she just isn't meant for love. Maybe she can't put her past behind her at all.

Harley's pout deepened and she closed the distance between them to flick Ruby on the nose with her finger.

"Don't be a dummy. Everyone gets love so long as they give it. The trick is to not lose heart. Because if you do then whattya gonna love with?"

"Every guy i make eye contact with dies, Harley..." Her expression twists, faintly. This is the sort of conversation best had with alcohol. But even making eye contact with a cute boy seems to be a death sentence.

Harley groaned and rubbed her hand over her face, clearly frustrated with this.

"You ever heard of a self fulfilling prophecy? That's all crap. If you want a guy then go after him. Just find one stronger, smarter and better. Trust me there's someone out there wild enough to not only stand next to you, but touch you and not suddenly get...I dunno impaled or whatever. Maybe it'll be a girl. But someone."

"A girl?" She looks surprised - and amused. Lifting an eyebrow to Harley as if asking whether the clown has anyone in mind...

"Everyone dies here," she added. "Including the romantics."

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"Yeah but somethings are worth dieing for." She shot back sticking out her tongue in stubborn defiance of the cynical truth of their situation.

"So...w ho are you dying for?" A swift change of subject, fingers curling up a little as she thought about all the people who had died for her. Back to Harley. The girl seemed to like talking about herself well enough, after all.

"You have anyone special here?"

Harley sighed and rolled her head back puckering her lips.

"Plenty of special people. But not "The one" you know? He's back home...and so are my most special friends thankfully." But she snapped her head back up "Still I'd die for some of my pals here. I already have at least once." She winked playfully.

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