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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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.

"Well of course they'd want you to think that." Harley continued aiming a kick for the lower curve of his back.

"It'll make you more compliant if you think it's your own idea after all! I've seen them turn perfectly respectable, educated, polite young men into homicidal sociopaths just for the thrill of watching them kill a child and then realize the horror of what they've done."

"What makes you any different?"

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.)

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.

"Oh yeah, you look real strong." Harley chuckled backing up a few feet.

"Besides don't you know how brains work? You can't fight your own brain. They can force your headmeat to release all sorts of chemicals to change your emotions or make you into something different. Something horrible."

Leaning down where he could see her (But not close enough to be struck she winked)

The only real way to fight back is to die again and again before they have a chance to change you. The only way to win the game is not to play, ya get what I mean?"

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.

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.

She snickered and enjoyed watching Detta's multiple attempts to spear him. The girl loved her work.

"I've seen them take the most mild mannered, bland and boring guys into cold blooded killers who would run a young boy through on a sword." She explained so matter of factly. "And when the guy came to his senses and realized what he'd done? He killed himself."

The last part was a mild exaggeration but she suspected Kain was in no place to try and pick through her lies.

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.

"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.

"Well I'm sorry, but the only way to stop that for sure is a quick and...knowing Detta...painful death." She cackled.

"Just hold still and let her keebob you pal!" She taunted.

Screaming in triumph, Detta runs at him with the spear again.

Looks like Harley's words are... basically coming true. This time the other spear plunges straight through his abdomen, impaling him. Kain gasps in shock, a look of intense pain crossing his face.

"It can't be..."

Harley sauntered over with a victorious smile and struck the tip of the spear making the long pole vibrate and shudder sending the feeling into him.

"I dunno bucko, sure seems like it can be to me. Best to just close your eyes and hope you wake up in the Capitol now. Unless you wanna try and stay awake and let my girl Friday here have some more fun."

Detta cackles. "I got all de time I want to play wit' you, bitchboy."

"If you think I'm simply going to lay down and die, you're- uuugh- sorely mistaken!" Except already Kain was a little pale, and in intense pain from the weapon jabbed straight through him.

"Well of course we don't expect that!" Harley contested with a shocked look on her face. Then she smiled a sickly sweet smile.

"It'd be awfully hard for you to lay down with that big spear in you. I mean come on it's just not practical."

Laughing at her own jokes was a favorite pass time of Harley's.

Detta pushes the spear in further, her own laughter hideous and unnerving.

Kain's grip on his own weapon failed, and he screamed in pain as the spear did further internal damage. There was no question now, and he knew it deep down... he didn't have much longer left to live.

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

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