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thearena2013-07-12 07:01 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thearena2013-07-12 07:01 pm
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He who laughs last, laughs longest?
Who:| Harley Quinn and Donatello Mc. Murderface
What:| No honor among homicidal whackjobs
Where:| Somewhere in Arena 2
When:| The end of week 3
Warnings:| Violence, death, probably some bad jokes.
By far one of the more interesting subplots of the second arena was the emotional destruction of Donatello and his subsequent team up with Harley Quinn. With him as her straight man Harley had been having a field day with her own "Unique" sense of humor.
But despite how effectiveness of their combined combat skills...Harley did make stealth a difficult matter when she got bored.
"Sixty six bottles of rootbeer on the wall, sixty six bottles of beeeeer. Take one down, pass it around, sixty five bottles of beer on the wall!" She cheered while plucking the needles out of a cactus blub she had harvested for water. She had been at this for some time now, counting down steadily from ninety nine.
What:| No honor among homicidal whackjobs
Where:| Somewhere in Arena 2
When:| The end of week 3
Warnings:| Violence, death, probably some bad jokes.
By far one of the more interesting subplots of the second arena was the emotional destruction of Donatello and his subsequent team up with Harley Quinn. With him as her straight man Harley had been having a field day with her own "Unique" sense of humor.
But despite how effectiveness of their combined combat skills...Harley did make stealth a difficult matter when she got bored.
"Sixty six bottles of rootbeer on the wall, sixty six bottles of beeeeer. Take one down, pass it around, sixty five bottles of beer on the wall!" She cheered while plucking the needles out of a cactus blub she had harvested for water. She had been at this for some time now, counting down steadily from ninety nine.
You forgot the buffaloes in your warnings :p
The turtle-shaped shadow suddenly loomed over Harley as she picked the needles, silent and speedy. His clothing was torn from his different battles; the "princess" doll he'd been given was long gone, as was most of his costume head. The belt he'd fashioned was still intact, and he had a candy corn-shaped item tucked away in it alongside his knives. His mouth was blood-stained from the quick drink he'd taken from the animal'd slained, the rest going into his water bottle; he in general reeked of the blood and meat of some interminable animal.
He'd kept the rattlesnake's head and neck intact. Just in case.He still limped on his right side; the injuries to his shell by Eponine and Parker had done damage to nerves somewhere. He also had other, newer injuries from his battle with the troll. Annoying, but bearable in the situation.
It was a moment before he spoke, his voice quiet.
"You're an easy person to find, you know."
I thought violence would be a good catch all :P
"Oh heya handsome. Back from another successful stabbing?" She paused and peered closer, "You've got a little something right...here." She gestured around the entire face area to indicate where he still had blood stains on his mouth.
True, true XD
Don's voice was quiet as he spoke. Yes, the Tributes were dwindling. It was time.
"...I'm not sorry."
There was no reason to be anymore.
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It was rather quick, all things considered. But the blood had at least reinvigorated him, and he wasn't as sluggish as he had been, injuries aside.
So, out came one of the throwing knives, aimed at Harley's torso.
"That's why we're doing this."
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At first it looked like he had missed but as she straightened up she winced and reached down to touch under the cut in her costume drawing back her fingers with blood on the tips.
"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!" She shouted in an over dramatic flourish to the heavens. Then she giggled and relaxed her stance grinning at him. "I've been saving that up for awhile now."
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Donatello wasn't in the mood for jokes, and it was quite obvious. Instead, he simply rushed forward, ready to strike for good.
It was probably time to run.
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Attempting to use the dust as cover she bent her legs and summoned every bit of strength she had to launch herself into the air over him.
If she could get behind him...she had something special in mind.
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And watched her sail right over him.
Wait.
What?
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There was a wet sound as she slapped the fabric onto Don's shell, and used the force of her hand to shove off and launch herself an extra couple of feet where she landed on her feet skidding a few inches in the dirt kicking up more dust.
She spun fast and fired wildly, three bolts found their marks pinning the fabric to his shell, two more missed.
And what had this elaborate display accomplished?
A bright pink square of fabric with the words "Kill me" written in something dark was now stuck firmly to Donnie's shell.
Harley could hardly contain her glee.
"Nailed it!" She added throwing in a bad pun.
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It was time. Parker had stopped him from killing Eponine. He'd only gotten a horn off of the Initiate. He was going to ignore the new pain now shooting into his right leg and right arm. He wasn't going to let Harley get away.
She was going to die.
Ripping what he could of the fabric off the bolt, he gave limped chase. In spite of his injuries, he was surprisingly fast, the food and drink from the elk having given him renewed strength.
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"Come on, don't you know the turtle is supposed to be the slow one??"
She knew she was in trouble. He was stronger and had more training then she did. But what she lacked in training she made up for in being irritating.
She veered slightly when she spotted some creatures in the distance. Maybe if she could reach them she could cause some confusion. To buy herself some time she fired off the last two bolts she had and then hurled the crossbow itself at him.
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He saw where she was going. She might even get to where she was going, her bolts missing him notwithstanding. The crossbow barely missed his head.
Yes, he saw the direction she was going.
The shelling buffalo.
She was going to start a stampede.
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"AIYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
If that wasn't enough she started slapping them on the rumps with the flats of her blades. "HIYAH HIYAH! Let's recreate the Lion King!"
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Three, two, one...
And with a leap, he was on the back of the buffalo. Ripping off a strip of his disintegrated costume, he threw it onto one of the horns of the animal, forcing it to move its face back and forth, and thus move in the direction he wanted it to.
Good.
Your move, Harley.
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With a scream of comical confusion Harley was half on half off a charging buffalo, kicking one foot at the ground trying to find purchase before she finally drug herself onto the beasts back and looked around confused.
Spotting Donnie still hot on her tail she rolled her eyes and groaned. "Well that's just rude!"
Carefully she put her feat on the beasts back, finding a center of balance and judging the distance between them. Three hops, three different beasts. This would either be amazing or get her killed.
Casting a parting glance in the direction the heard was heading she tried to guess where they were. If she jumped off now...well she'd probably break something. But they were closer to the mountains now as well as the area where she'd met Eddie.
This battle was becoming more about luck and less about skill every second. And that suited her just fine.
With a manic cackle she sprang from her mount onto another, then the second which bucked and made her fly through the air directly at Donatello. She cartwheeled wildly in the air hoping to catch him with her feet.
Honestly just hoping to land on anything at all rather then vanishing into the heard.
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He'd get her. He'd get her.
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He jumped off after recovering, and continued the pursuit on foot, doing his best to prevent being trampled by the remaining incoming buffalo.
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...the kit then promptly popped open scattering all the items inside which vanished underneath the hooves of the heard.
Harley starred in stunned comical shock slowly turning to look into the now empty case.
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Without a second thought, he threw another knife at Harley once more, seizing the opportunity of her shock.
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"How many of those things do you have?!" She shouted clambering from one beast to the other moving to the edge of the herd.
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He would kill her. He had no problem with it now.
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It took a moment for her to recover before she dragged herself to her feet and scurried through the dirt. "Aha! Now we're cooking!" She declared apparently having found her next desperate trick to stave off oncoming doom. She shot a look over her shoulder to see where he was and braced herself for another ninja star.
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"Y-you're much better at this then that Lindsey guy. Maybe you should try him on for size." She joked weakly before feeling her foot land on something soft and familiar.
When you dug as many pitfalls as she had for the Joker, you learn to recognize them before you fall into them.
Riddler was here, and this trap would either be her last trick, or her undoing.
"Whatever happens, no hard feelings Donnie. You've made alot of progress this arena and I'm happy I got ta help!"
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Harley's breath caught, she knew the deed was done. She didn't need to look down at the blade buried in her side. Already she couldn't feel her legs. Like a switch had just been flipped. She reasoned as the world seemed to slow down that the spine was probably severed.
She tried to take in a breath as suddenly the fatigue of the race seemed to be lifted and the world was so much brighter. Her eyes met his own and she saw the madness in them.
And hopefully he saw the madness in hers. There was fear yes...but utter chaos swirled around it.
Her hands were on the pole of the weapon, fingers locked around it like rigor had already set in. Her breath sounded labored and when she exhaled in came came out as a cough and a burst of blood in his face.
"Nice shot." She whimpered and threw her weight backwards trying to drag him forward into the pitfall with her by his weapon.
As the world began to fade into white she was smiling with blood soaked lips.
At least he was stuck with that stupid sign on his shell.
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He felt the scorpions in the pit suddenly start to swarm over his hands. He did his best to throw them off of him, though he felt one sting him. He hissed angrily as felt skin welt up from the hit, as he finally somehow managed to stand, using the scythe to balance himself up, and limp away.
First, grab his anti-venom. Then, grab whatever knives that he'd thrown and not recovered - if they were recoverable.
And then? Then?
He was alone.
Alone and back to killing, just as he was meant to do.