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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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"I checked Ivy very VERY close to make sure I'll have you know." she purred teasingly.
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"You're the one who asked! Just for the sake of comedy don't say out loud who you'd most want them to leave alone or you can bet they'll use that against you too." She was only half joking about that part.
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"They probably would, wouldn't they," he muttered. "I wasn't planning on talking much about home, either way. This place isn't exactly what I'd call 'safe' for those discussions."
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"But as much as they could use it against you? Don't let that keep you from making friends and allies here. Friends and love are what makes this place tolerable. If you're trying to go it alone all the way to the end you'll be much more miserable about it." She explained in a moment of clarity.
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But one can only really be alone for so long. Ever since getting a taste of friendship and repairing bonds, Hubert never really imagined he could spend as long as he might here alone.
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"At the end of the day, you'll do what you have to do to survive. Either that or you'll just be another sad memory." She tapped her head indicating that she wouldn't forget him even if this was his only arena.
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Hubert can't say he much enjoys the thought, but it is what it is. "Although I must say I refuse becoming but a simple memory."
Even if he doesn't survive this arena, he will come back. And maybe then-- he can learn much more about the Capitol, although he'll have to also figure out how that strange communicator he had been bestowed with before worked. It couldn't be that difficult, right? It was just a different shape from the one he was used to.
All in all, he was very determined.
Seems like a good line to fade to black on ;)