I'm not here for your entertainment, you don't wanna mess with me tonight.

[revvinguptheharley]

Who: Harley, Detta and victims
What: Girls gone wild, Harley has set free Susannah's wild, violent and offensive side and they are mugging and murdering their way through.
Where: The Maze, wherever, whenever. There is no escape. There is no where to hide. They will find you.
When: After the Arena began but before it ends.
Notes: Detta is...offensive in almost every sense of the word. Also violence.
 

Harley was a doormat.

Most the people in The Capitol might not have realized it, but her best friend Ivy had once said if she had a middle name? It would be "Welcome."

Harley had self diagnosed herself long ago as having an extreme need for acceptance and affection. She drank up praise like sweet nectar and wrapped herself up in compliments like a fuzzy warm blanket on a cold wet Monday morning. So it  made sense that she wanted so badly for the citizens of the Capitol, and of District Nine to like her.

That's why she tried so hard to win over even the least affectionate of mentors Eva.

And that's why she had to win this arena. Sure the circumstances were a little different then the usual arenas, but she'd seen first hand that it was no less dangerous. Elsa's blood was still dried into her boots.

Glancing over her shoulder to confirm Detta wasn't about to run her through with a spear Harley flashed a delighted grin. Despite the dark situation she still had found a way to have some fun. Susannah probably wouldn't be speaking to her anytime soon...but at least Detta seemed to like her for the time being.

Now they just needed to find some victims to keep Detta, and the bloodthirsty masses at home happy.
 

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[dragoon_pride]

Right when Kain thought he was finally getting somewhere, he came across the thorns. At first, they were merely a nuisance, but the further he went, the more there were... and the larger they were, too. He knocked some out of his path with the long pole of his spear as he tried to move through and find another path off this one, something less overgrown. Unfortunately, there seemed to be nothing immediately ahead, the single path winding along without any sort of alternative route.

Going back hardly seemed an option, so Kain continued along. There had to be another path to take further up. In the meantime... he figured there were worse hazards out there. He could deal with this.

[revvinguptheharley]

Plants, of course it had to be plants.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out Harley began to slither and slink her way around the vines and thorns as best she could.

"With my luck these things are poisoned and one little scratch is all I'll need to disappoint my adoring fans." She muttered, thankful for her flexibility.

All the green and the talk of poison of course set her mind to Ivy, as her mind had been going back to Ivy more and more.

"Hey Red...if you're out there I could really use some of your floral friendship." She sighed and had to arch her back to avoid another particularly insistent vine.

"I meant what I said back in the garden. And if you're still a part of this world, or maybe if these plants can get you the message through time and space. Just know that I'm never gonna forgive myself for what I did to ya."

A figure was lurking just ahead. She moved faster imagining it to be her long lost friend.

"I'm gonna win this Ivy, and eventually I'm gonna get back to you and set things right. I don't care if it takes me all of my life, or if I gotta burn down the world to get there."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"Dat sounds fun," Detta says behind her. "Don't s'pose dem cunts gave us matches in dat liddle bag. We could torch dese shitty vines now. Whole fuckin maze in flames, ain't that a be-yootiful thought?"

She gooses Harley in hopes that will distract her companion enough that Harley gets stuck by one of the thorns. That was her idea of entertainment.

[dragoon_pride]

After slashing away another irritating bunch of thorns, Kain pauses. He could have sworn he heard something... or someone. He remains where he is for a moment, listening intently. Soon enough he sees two figures through the tangled vines and thorns. It had always been a matter of time before he came across other tributes- looks like the time has come now.

There's no way to know whether or not it's someone he can trust. In the arena, he tends to assume not. It's also too late to avoid being seen... so he hefts his spear in hand and prepares for a potential confrontation. This arena has its differences, though, and he's not going to hold back this time. If anything, he'd be doing someone a favor by giving them a swift end. "So be it..." he mumbles to himself.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley let out a "Yeep!" And gave a jump at being goosed earning her a hard scratch across her cheek for her troubles. She managed to keep herself from crying out in pain but a whimper would escape her lips to please the ruthless one behind her.

"No fire." She answered apologetically as she rubbed the blood from her cheek. "And besides, I like plants. They remind me of someone. And she's green so don't get your black panther panties in a bunch. I'm sure we'll find some other cracker for you to play with."

She had been mostly cheerful and playful with Detta but the vines and thorns had put her in a nostalgic place full of conflicted feelings she had to sort through.

Coming around the corner she lay her eyes on their next potential victim. "Hey look out behind you!" She screamed dramatically pointing just over his shoulder and up a bit putting on a face of horror and shock.

Would he fall for it?

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta cackles, amused at Harley's pain. "Da fuck's a Black Panther?" she whispers, before calling out, loud enough for the honky mahfah in front of them to hear, "Ho-lee she-yit, it's comin' right for you!"

[dragoon_pride]

"What-" The shouting and pointing catch him off guard enough to take a brief over-the-shoulder glance, trying to keep aware of any motion from the other two when he does. It takes a couple seconds or so to realize that something's off... he doesn't see anything, hear anything, or sense in any other way... uh oh. The quick glance away is enough to give them the starting advantage.

Already in a defensive stance from the start, Kain readies himself to face what they might be throwing his way.

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna was still on her own. She hadn't found Wyatt yet despite trying very hard, but she had found a few tokens and for the most part managed to avoid the traps, with a lot of quick escapes. It meant quite a few scrapes and bruises but nothing serious.

She hadn't managed to kill anyone yet, but that would come hopefully, she had to prove she was worth keeping, so they wouldn't kill her off forever.

She kept her eyes out for danger or targets and walked as quietly as she manage.

[revvinguptheharley]

Speaking of targets and danger...

"Ya know it's really not that hard. The trick is to make it entertaining."

Harley Quinn was coming round the corner juggling three shiny red apples. She only needed the one but there had been a few left and she didn't want the other tributes to get their hands on them.

Whoever she was talking to wasn't far behind but she was more focused on juggling the apples and moving forward then she was watching her back. Unfortunately Pruna was in front of her not behind where it would be easy to catch her off guard.

[dividedgirlofmine]

The woman behind her, whose face wears a look as mean as a snake--meaner, really, snakes are much maligned creatures--cackles. "Den you fucked, honky. Dat liddle routine of yours ain't worth shit."

She's looking ahead, however. And she definitely sees Pruna. "Wouldja lookit dat," she says almost conversationally. "Itsa liddle bitch-baby. Lets take her lunch money."

[knifewithnoname]

Pruna heard the voices and span round, it was too late to hide, since they had already spotted her. She brought her knife up and bared her teeth.

"You will no be taking anything from me."

[revvinguptheharley]

Ah...well of course it would be this one.

Harley took a relaxed stance, at least the knife didn't have much reach on it, but she could always throw it. Had to be wary of that.

"Some on kid, it'll save us all alot of time if you just hand over your loot. There's two of us and one of you. And my associate here is just begging to stab someone."

[dividedgirlofmine]

"I don' beg," Detta says with a sniff, bringing the point of her spear up under Pruna's chin. "I steal. An' sometimes I mug. So gimme your shit, bitch-baby. Now."

[calledmenasir]

Nasir had approached one of the pavilions. Sherlock was not far away but it would save time for him to grab two. With both of the tokens in hand, he turned to go but stiffened when he heard footsteps.

Tossing the tokens onto the floor of the pavilion, he readied his spear. He'd seen enough fights to know that, while killing was not required in this "mini arena," it was far from discouraged.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley came bouncing around the corner cheerfully and skidded to a stop spotting their latest dance partner.

"Well hello there. Don't suppose you'd be willing to put down your spear and back away?" She teased.

[calledmenasir]

Nasir had spent too long reading people to follow her request and in this case it didn't take anything more than common sense to see that something was going to go wrong. No one should be this happy and casual in an arena.

"No, I won't." He said both calmly and firmly. "I came to claim my token. I have no quarrel with you. I will take it and be on my way." Yet he made no move to grab them yet.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well, that works out great then." She grinned delighted and then rushed forward, twisting one way, and then the other in a double feint before springing up aiming to go over his head. She hoped he would be too confused to attack her while she was in the air because if she landed behind him his back would be wide open for a kicking.

[calledmenasir]

Fortunately for Harley, Nasir was surprised by her move. He had never seen anyone jump that high. Unfortunately, that was not enough to take him off guard and he turned to keep his flank from being exposed. As soon as she landed he was ready to dodge the kick. He swung his spear in response, meaning to slice her throat.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Eeek!" She landed and saw the spear only quick enough to jerk back so hard her feet came out from under her and she landed on her rump. With a stinging in her tailbone she growled and kicked up at his kneecap with a combination of irritation, and sadism.

[alldeduction]

Nasir had run ahead, as they'd agreed, while Sherlock had quickly arranged the labyrinth behind him to be a little more difficult to navigate than it was before. (There was always something to be said for booby-traps.) When he ran ahead to catch up with Nasir, however, he noted that the man wasn't alone. Harley Quinn. Not exactly known in the arenas for playing fair. If he could just get to them without her noticing--

[dividedgirlofmine]

There's a cackle of laughter behind him. "Hello dere, honkey,"

And Detta Walker swing her spear hard against the back of his knee.

[alldeduction]

He didn't have time to react fully, swinging his head around to look at the sound just in time for the spear to slam into the back of his knee. He heard a crack as the bone broke, as his legs folded under him and he crashed to the floor with a grunt. No. Absolutely not. He was winning, this time, he'd gotten so far...

He tried to scramble away, but as soon as he accidentally twisted his leg he felt the pain spike through it and he knew it was hopeless.

cw: torture, slurs

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta stomps down hard with her forspecial legs on the honky mafah's calf and a thrill of pleasure shoots through her as she hears the bone snap. She recognizes him, has seen him with Miss Susie's eyes on the broadcast. He's the honky mahfah that kilt Susannah's boy Bert and although Detta hardly gives a tin shit for the people Susie cares for, there's enough of her in Susannah (or maybe enough of Susannah in her) that the knowledge she's fuckin' up the man who kilt Susie's surrogate son makes this all the more satisfying.

She laughs, a nasty, dark sound, a witch's cackle, and plunges her spear down into the honky mahfah's other leg, effectively crippling him. It was too bad she didn't have any bricks to drop on his head.

"Sorry, greymeat," she crows, "but you ain't goan catch up with yore new butt-buddy now."

[alldeduction]

He feels the bones snap, the pain like hitting him with all the force of a train, sudden and overwhelming and despite himself he feels the tears lift to his eyes. It took everything he had to strangle down the instinctive cry that tried to tear itself from his lips.

He's done. He's dead. There's nothing left for him, but something in him wants to struggle anyway - defiant to the last.

So he spits at her.

[dividedgirlofmine]

Detta's eyes narrow. "Dat was a bad idea, greymeat," she growls.

She proceeds to demonstrate that by yanking her spear out of his leg and thrusting it down hard into his shoulder, then twisting.

She smiles grotesquely down at him. "I got all de time I need," she says. "Keep it less'n an hour an' I'll still have more time den if I walked away now."

She yanks the spear out again before plunging it into his other shoulder.