revvinguptheharley: (Eep!)
Harley Quinn ([personal profile] revvinguptheharley) wrote in [community profile] thearena2013-12-01 07:15 pm

She tastes funny

Who: Harley Quinn, a pack of raptors and anyone unfortunate enough to get in her way.
What: Let's just hope it's not mating season.
Where: All around the island
When: Week seven
Notes: Harley's death and probably a few others

It had started with that button.

Harley loved the button...really she did. She didn't understand why more people didn't play with the button. It had been the cause of such beautiful chaos in the arena.

But the more Harley played the game the more it became apparent that the rest of them were just big party poopers. They wouldn't come play with the button or her. She tried to hunt them down using her fancy new TV watch but everyone just kept moving. It was beginning to be a real drag.

"How can a place with so many tributes seem so empty!?" She cried to the sky.

And that's when "they" arrived.

Eyes blinking out of the shadows. Teeth gleaming in the darkness as they crunched through the bushes with no fear or stealth.

After all, what did they have to fear from Harley?

Not wanting to waste her precious weapons fighting a crew of raptors she tried to out run them. But every time she slowed for too long, inevitably they would find her and the chase began anew.

All too late she realized the cause. The last time she'd hit the button it had hosed her down with something smelly. Something icky.

Something that the raptors apparently liked alot!

And so they began the worlds deadliest game of tag. Harley racing about the arena like the lunitic she was, trying the most elaborate and unpredictable paths, and her raptor suitors in constant pursuit.

Desperate to slow them down Harley's mind turned to the watch she had been gifted by that treacherous red button. Using it to switch from camera to camera she tried to find some of the remaining tributes. Maybe she could pawn off one or two of these grinning goons on them!


 

 

 




grandmas_gurl: (well...)

[personal profile] grandmas_gurl 2013-12-24 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Harley?" is about all she can manage to say. Then she's running, too, feet slamming into the ground as the sound comes on herb - and the presence. DInosaurs. "What ddi you do?" she called, not daring to look behind her.
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[personal profile] grandmas_gurl 2014-01-02 12:46 am (UTC)(link)

"The big red dangerous button?" More than exasperated now. Frustrated. A little angry. What had Harley been thinking? It could - perhaps would, now - kill all of them.

grandmas_gurl: http://quiet-pbs.livejournal.com/2438.html (annoyed)

[personal profile] grandmas_gurl 2014-01-09 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Until it tried to kill you," she pointed out, sounding just a touch less than impressed with Harley's reasoning. Hadn't anyone ever taught Harley that red buttons made things go boom?

Ruby rounded the corner tightly, already searching for another corner they could turn. They needed water - non-toxic water - if they were going to get this stink Or a stronger scent... If they could survive to a garden, or maybe a bathroom... well. Strong scents were required here.
Edited 2014-01-09 09:19 (UTC)
grandmas_gurl: (talking (with a smile))

[personal profile] grandmas_gurl 2014-01-10 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not without a full moon," she growled. And a whole lot of magic. "I think you should keep running."