thearena | 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.

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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."

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."

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."

"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."

Pruna rolled her eyes, bringing the knife up to block the spear. "I do no be giving you anything. I will be taking your eyes and then you will begging."

Harley sighed and shook her head. "Alright fine, be that way. I'd feel bad for you but you've died like what? Three times? Four? And how many times have you let your little girlfriend die? Have you ever actually saved her? Or taken ANY eyes? Seriously how many eyes do you have?"

All the while maneuvering herself around the side to keep Pruna's attention split.

"Boy it's a good thing we're not on ice skates or you'd look really foolish."

"Bitch-baby think she tough," Detta agrees, guessing Harley's plan and willing to do her own part. "Bitch-baby may even be tough. But only for babies. We ain't babies, we grown women. An' you ain't ever goan grow up. Capitol goan keep bringin' you back just as much of a baby as you was the first time. You an' yore liddle girlfriend, you gonna be babies fer-ever."

Pruna frowned as Harley spoke, anger rising quickly as she pointed out that she still hadn't won, and Sandy still hadn't won. She followed Harley's movements, fists clenching by her side.

The other woman's words were enough to make her completely lose it, Pruna had never been good at being taunted. She leaped towards them, knife in hand, planning to take all their eyes and their tongues as well.

Even if Harley felt bad about doing this to Pruna she couldn't help laughing in her manic way as she sprang forward and rolled bouncing to her feet dodging along and trying keep Pruna's attention while Detta did what Harley had brought her to do.

In this case, it's dodge out of the way, then neatly pick Pruna's pocket while Harley has her distracted.

"Fine!" she calls out, stashing the stolen tokens in her own pockets. "Be dat way, bitch-baby. But you know we tellin' de truth."

"Hey!" She turned, trying to slash at Detta's face whilst trying to fend Harley off, getting more annoyed at every moment.

"You did no be telling the truth, you do be being stupid face liars!"

She grabbed out to try and snatch her tokens back out of Detta's pockets.

"Hey have I ever steered you wrong before?" Which was a dumb question because the last time they had interacted Harley had thrown her into a crowd of people on an ice rink.

Harley was torn. Normally she wouldn't strike a little kid, but Pruna was far from defenseless.

Swallowing her pride she clasped her hands together and swing for the back of Pruna's head.

Which was Detta's cue to knee Pruna in the gut. "Come on, honky," she says, with an evil grin. "We got what we came for. Let's leave dis bitch-baby to cry her little bitty tears."

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

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