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thearena2014-08-20 04:31 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thearena2014-08-20 04:31 pm
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Fun for all ages.
Who: Harley Quinn, the build a buddies and you!
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a littleme party.Tea party. Stop by and she'll help you make a dolly of your very own! Or she might stab you...this is Harley we're talking about.
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.
Harley had always had a fondness for plush toys. In fact back at her room in the district suite there was more stuffed animals then anything else despite her recent addition of a small jungle's worth of plant life to honor her long lost friend Poison Ivy.
So after the scramble at the Cornucopia she'd wandered about in delight exploring the mall only to settle on this store loaded to the gills with plushie parts! Her eyes were wide as she marveled at all the different combinations one could prepare to design your very own plushie based on tributes that were either currently in the mall with her, or past favorites. In a matter of hours she'd made a small army of them and they lined every available shelf and counter.
As the first few days of the arena past she made the little shop more comfortable for herself every day, but the irritating robot janitors of the mall kept trying to put things back where they belonged which included dragging off her lovingly crafted plushies. That simply couldn't do. The latest of these mechanical offenders had been impaled on a broom handle and left outside the store like a warning to it's fellows.
Having cobbled together an outfit appropriate for a tea party complete with white makeup covering her face and black makeup around her eyes and lips, Harley seemed to be taking a break from the usual arena activities of seeking out food or victims and was sitting down at a table with a collection of little dolls that looked eerily like her closest friends and allies. Many were long since dead like a little Diana Prince doll, and at least one was recently dead as the Cinderella doll sat to one side with a lovely little black dress and her own cup of imaginary tea.
"Now now Damian, don't threaten Timmy's girlfriend. There's plenty of cookies to go around!"
And sure enough while the tea was imaginary Harley had collected a platter of cookies from the food court. Each cup had some water in it to help wash down the sweet treats.
Oddly enough, Harley didn't feel the need to barricade the door to her little lair, either she had confidence in her ability to defend herself...or she was being incredibly careless.
She considered it "Inviting".
What: Harley has set up camp in the build-a-buddy store and is having a little
Where: The Build-a-buddy workshop on the first floor across from the movie theater.
When: Week 1
Warnings: Well it's Harley Quinn...so let's start there and see what happens.
Harley had always had a fondness for plush toys. In fact back at her room in the district suite there was more stuffed animals then anything else despite her recent addition of a small jungle's worth of plant life to honor her long lost friend Poison Ivy.
So after the scramble at the Cornucopia she'd wandered about in delight exploring the mall only to settle on this store loaded to the gills with plushie parts! Her eyes were wide as she marveled at all the different combinations one could prepare to design your very own plushie based on tributes that were either currently in the mall with her, or past favorites. In a matter of hours she'd made a small army of them and they lined every available shelf and counter.
As the first few days of the arena past she made the little shop more comfortable for herself every day, but the irritating robot janitors of the mall kept trying to put things back where they belonged which included dragging off her lovingly crafted plushies. That simply couldn't do. The latest of these mechanical offenders had been impaled on a broom handle and left outside the store like a warning to it's fellows.
Having cobbled together an outfit appropriate for a tea party complete with white makeup covering her face and black makeup around her eyes and lips, Harley seemed to be taking a break from the usual arena activities of seeking out food or victims and was sitting down at a table with a collection of little dolls that looked eerily like her closest friends and allies. Many were long since dead like a little Diana Prince doll, and at least one was recently dead as the Cinderella doll sat to one side with a lovely little black dress and her own cup of imaginary tea.
"Now now Damian, don't threaten Timmy's girlfriend. There's plenty of cookies to go around!"
And sure enough while the tea was imaginary Harley had collected a platter of cookies from the food court. Each cup had some water in it to help wash down the sweet treats.
Oddly enough, Harley didn't feel the need to barricade the door to her little lair, either she had confidence in her ability to defend herself...or she was being incredibly careless.
She considered it "Inviting".
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She's half tempted to just say 'I got into a fight and lost' and leave it there. Spilling the gory (very gory, really) details about who did it almost seems wrong, except she doesn't especially care about people gunning for Venus at this point.
"Venus jumped me. I think the eye was an accident, considering her reaction," though from the tone of Clara's voice, she isn't forgiving Venus for what she did. "How've you been holding up in here?"
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"That girl's really starting to toast my buns. ya know she killed me two arenas ago? Yeah slammed an entire vile of deadly neurotoxin into my face. You can't imagine how long that death felt!"
While she spoke about it in a cheery sort of way there was a fire in her eyes.
"Well come in come in, we can't have you wandering around bumping into things. Did you get a dolly?" Her eye settles on the Alex doll and she grins knowingly.
"Ah~ Of course you went for that one. I've got a few lovers of my own over here." She gestured to the table where apparently her favorites were sitting, these included Susannah (With a grumpy Detta sitting next to her), Cinderella, Wonder Woman, Donatello, and a few other faces either in the current arena or long since gone.
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"I think I'm mostly past the bumping into everything stage," Clara says with a small smile as she tries to shake off the horror from the idea that Venus has always been that ruthless and what happened to her wasn't some bizarre fluke.
Seeing the array of dolls around the table is...well, it isn't a shock. Especially after finding the (far too adorable, really) Alex doll. "Looks like you've built yourself quite a collection."
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"What can I say? I love toys! And these are toys of my friends...and some enemies. So that's even more fun." She reasoned.
"And look, they even made two versions of me." She scooped up a pair of dolls. One was wearing a lab coat and glasses with her blond hair in a bun, one was a jester girl with wild eyes and a big smile that went ear to ear.
"Aren't they the cutest? Oh I wish I could keep them! But those little roombas keep trying to steal them from me."