revvinguptheharley: (Harley: Smolder pucker)
Harley Quinn ([personal profile] revvinguptheharley) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-04-05 12:07 pm

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

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.
 

dividedgirlofmine: (ice cold | there's but one promise)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-07 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
"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: (prepared for battle)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-07 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
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.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | have any dinner)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-07 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
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: (confident in aerial combat)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-07 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | to help me now)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-10 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Backing her up? Detta would balk at the description. But she does rush in right after Harley, while she's got him distracted, thrusting her spear into his shoulder and stomping down hard on his foot, hoping the force behind her robot legs would be enough to break it.
dragoon_pride: (never back down)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ugh! The apple hits hard enough to somewhat stun him, which means the incoming kick and attack from the spear and the stomping all hit him hard. He growls in pain. Good thing he's used to fighting when injured. He's not about to let this end without a battle... though he's furious at them for such a trick, and at himself for falling for it.

"Pathetic tactics to resort to..."

He immediately goes for a counterattack, taking a wide sweep at the two of them with his own spear, darting back to try and use the large thorns as a barrier. There's a sharp stab of pain from his shoulder, and then another when he puts too much weight on his foot. Any balance problem like this isn't good at all. He knows he's going to have to end this, bring one of them down to at least even things out... or else this could be it for him.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | to help me now)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-11 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Detta doesn't manage to fall back as fast as Harley does--she's got the spear to pull out--so she ends up getting a long, if shallow, gash on her chest. "You goan wish you didn't do dat, honky," she growls, before lunging forward with the spear again, this time aimed for Kain's guts.
Edited 2014-04-11 06:25 (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (prepared for battle)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-12 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"You're the ones who will regret this, by the end..."

That he's drawn some blood is at least a good sign, but it's only a start. At least he's ready this time, moving back and bringing his spear into a position to block the incoming one. Kain grimaces at the effort of moving his shoulder as he again swings to counter...

He uses his momentum to lash out toward Harley after, but with so many overgrown plants in the way, his reach is hindered.
dividedgirlofmine: (angry | see no more)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-14 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Detta cackles, improvising a little from how Harley's already taunting him. "True, dat. De capitol's poisonin' him wit' dere tiny liddle machines, de language teachin' ones! Dey get into yore brain and den you can't tell yore own t'oughts from de ones dey want you to think." Another witchy cackle. "I can almos' see dose puppet strings from here!"
Edited 2014-04-14 09:06 (UTC)
dragoon_pride: (ugh!)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-14 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Kain gasps in shock, stunned that anyone had taken the time to notice that little problem of his. Was it that obvious? The idea horrifies him. He can't hold back the anger threatening to boil over, or the fear. But he'll do everything in his power to mask the second. It has no place on the battlefield.

"How dare you claim those things... it's can't be true. I'm in control of my mind!"

Except now he's not so sure, which just makes his mental state even worse. He's always been afraid that something like this might happen...

He lashes out again, toward Detta this time, who seems to be the target more in reach. Ignoring the throbbing pain, he thrusts and jabs repeatedly toward her. He's much less focused than before as driven by emotion as he is.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | i'm bound to ramble)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-04-28 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Detta hops nimbly back from Kain's spear thrusts, grateful Miss Susie'd already went to the trouble of getting the body used to the forspecial legs.

"Dat's right," she says. "Soon you'll be just like us!"

She cackles again, like a proper witch (which indeed she is, even lacking magic.)
dragoon_pride: (mountainous angst)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-04-28 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Harley's kick connects and Kain is brought down, only managing to get back up into a bent over position as the throbbing pain hits him. He keeps grip on his weapon, but just barely. The mental assault is making this a whole lot worse, weakening his resolve. All he can do at the moment is take a defensive position, trying to gather enough strength to deal with them.

"And if I refuse? Some people must have managed to fight off their power. What makes me different, surely... is how much stronger I am."

Except he doesn't feel too strong right now, not when he's thinking about how much easier it would be to let go and allow the darkness free reign.
dividedgirlofmine: (extra | to help me now)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-05-11 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
Detta, meanwhile, uses this moment of distraction to surge forward again, spear at ready. This honky with his flowing hair and porcelain skin is the whitest man she's ever seen and she wants him dead for exactly that reason.
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[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-05-11 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Kain shakes his head, distracted by Harley's words. "No... you're just saying that! They can't possibly get into my mind!" But he realizes that he actually has no way of knowing whether or not he's being mentally manipulated, even this very moment... they could have already altered his mind somehow without his knowledge.

He's lowered his defenses a little too much though, so he's wide open and takes a hit from Detta's next surge forward. He moves to counter, but this time it's a much weaker attempt.
dividedgirlofmine: (angry | see no more)

[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-05-26 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
It's a good thing Harley enjoys it, because Detta's gonna let her do the talking and keep trying time and again to stick the poor dumb fucker through.
dragoon_pride: (don't look back)

[personal profile] dragoon_pride 2014-05-26 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"No..." Kain shook his head, trying to deny what she was saying... but in his voice there was a definite lack of conviction. "I won't turn into that again- I won't..." But her words were clearly getting to him and it definitely showed when he failed to block the next strike. It was either that or his weariness at this point. Either way it hit him hard, leaving a deep gash behind. He stumbled back a bit.

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