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[revvinguptheharley]

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 little me 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".

Comments

[gardienne]

"I were going to climb the wall. Orc cpuldn't do it." Eponine bristled. She didn't want anyone, Harley least of all, to think that she had thought to sacrifice Orc for her comfort."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley waited, watching Eponine and listening for a moment before looking mildly annoyed.

"Was there more to this plan? Or were you just going to climb the wall and walk into the base full of armed guards?"

Because Eponine so far this is a terrible plan.

[gardienne]

"I am quiet, Miss. I were going to come through the guards without them knowing, and take their keys before they realise, and then find my Eva and get out." She retaliated hotly.

[revvinguptheharley]

"HA!" Harley barked with laughter and popped another cookie into her mouth.

"You? Quiet? I haven't seen you shut up since we met! Besides even if you were a ninja that place is so loaded with cameras and motion sensors there's no way a stealth approach could work."

Then again some people had escaped. Who knew what was different between them.

[gardienne]

"I can be quiet when it is important. How you think that I steal in Paris?" She shrugged defensively.

"I were desperate. They were going to kill my Mama. That Miss Blackwood says so."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well I know a thing or two about desperate." Harley conceded. "But it still wasn't much of a plan. At least I've had enough experience at fighting my way out of prisons that I had half a chance. You had maybe a quarter of a chance."

And that was being generous.

[gardienne]

"Yeah?" She was definitely mollified by Harley's assessment. "I really thought we might get away. I am good at getting into places. But Orc is not." She sighed wistfully. "He loved me so." She sat down, apparently intent on joining Harley's tea party. "Might I have a biscuit? Please?"

[revvinguptheharley]

"Hmm..." Harley studied her face for a moment. "Alright since you said please you may. But I'll give you two if you can name ten things you loved about crumbles the rock pile." She slid the first biscuit over to Eponine on a little plastic pink plate with puppies on it.

Because Harley loved alliteration.

[gardienne]

Eponine took the biscuit and began to munch, frowning as she did.

"You ought not to say it of him, you know?" She knows she ought not to answer. But... but she wants a biscuit. But...
She sighs.

She tried to think anyway. "I loved... I loved him saying I was beautiful. And that I was a princess. And that he gave me beer. I loved that he thought - " She blushed bright red. "I am not telling you that. But it is a thing. And... and he were kind. He gave me a dog. I wanted a cat really, but he got me a French dog. And I loved his eyes. They were so tiny, but so kind. And I liked the way his skin felt when I made him happy - I liked him when he was so happy. He made me feel happy to make him so. I loved that he showed me the music box, and his sheep - I loved his sheep. Now -" She held her hand out.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley looked decidedly unimpressed and broke the biscuit in half giving Eponine half of it.

"The Beer, the dog, and the sheep were all basically the same thing. You loved how generous he was. Saying you are beautiful AND a princess is kind of the same thing too. You loved that he complimented you. The music box...well actually I dunno what you mean by that but it sounds like it could be precious. The rest of it was actually sweet. So gimmie five more truths about pebbles and you can have the rest."

Because even if you refuse to acknowledge it, Harley would like to make a point about what love is. And love is not just buying you a puppy that you forget about.

[gardienne]

"They're not." Eponine pursed her lips. She ought to just throw that stupid plate back at Harley or ram it into her burn and have done. But she did so want another biscuit.

"But you will STOP calling him 'pebbles', yes? He is CHARLES."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Not to me he's not." Harley waved dismissively barely batting an eyelash. "And the Capitol could care less. So you're not gonna make me respect him any more or less even if he died for you...or because of you."

A little harsh, but it's not like Eponine is her favorite person.

[gardienne]

"He didn't die because of me." She looked blank - sounded worse. Those words, they just panicked her. They panicked her completely and absolutely, because... because her words are a lie. He did die because of her, and she doesn't know how to deal with that guilt.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Do you sometimes worry though? That others might blame you for it?" she passed half of the half of cookie that she still held giving Eponine a quarter of a cookie to continue this head shrinking.

"Did he have anyone else who liked him enough to care? Other then the fans?"

[gardienne]

"Do people blame me?" Eponine looked around, as if accusers were going to step out of the shadows and hold her responsible. The poor kid looked absolutely terrified, that sort of empty, shell-shocked kind of terrified that haunts the eyes of those who survive natural disasters or wars. She licked her lips.


"It weren't my fault. It weren't my fault." She shook her head.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Of course not." Her voice was soothing and motherly. "He loved you. And you can't blame love for making him do something stupid."

But the question that hovered in the air was if she had loved him, if love could excuse her mistakes.

[gardienne]

"No... he loved me." She covered her face with her hands, pressing them into the brand, momentarily forgetting that she had one. But the pain made her wimper and pull away. She held her hands in front of her face, visibly shaking. The biscuit lay on the floor, forgotten.

"Do you think he loved me? He loved me more, I think."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh I'm sure he did." Harley offered reaching over to gently pat a gloved hand on Eponine's head. "Teenagers fall in love and they fall hard. So all that's left is to ask yourself how you can be better to honor him and the sacrifice he made. How can you learn from all the mistakes you made with this starter relationship?"

[gardienne]

"He has a memorial, you know? On the roof - but if you were in prison... well, a man, he's called Neal - you know, he wishes to be my friend? Even still? - well, he draws a picture of Orc for me, and I put it on my special rock. What else am I to do? I have asked that Cyrus to get his body back for me - he promises to try, but PAH! These Capitol people think we are stupid. He says it to be rid of me. God, I hate him. I hate them all." She flinched away from Harley's hand.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Well then the best thing you can do is keep trying." Harley mused returning to her cookies with a satisfied looking crunch. "And have fun. They don't want you to have fun they want you to be miserable and broken. They want you so beaten down you stop resisting and turn into a monster. But so long as you keep your spirits up then someday this will all come out on top."

At least that's what kept Harley going. Unfounded optimism and heaps of denial.

[gardienne]

"You think?" Eponine reached to take a biscuit. Perhaps it would be ok now that Harley seemed a bit friendlier? "I hope that is so, for though I cry a lot, I am not broken. You know? I cry, and they take every one of my friends, but here I am still. I am tired, and I am wicked, but I am these things already. And I cannot be so bad as the Capitol, can I? As that President Snow?"

[revvinguptheharley]

She'll allow it for now but don't cross her again Eponine.

"Oh you've got a LONG way to go before you get that far. If you really want my advice you just go out there and try to be the princess that Orc thought you were. If you need advice on how go ask Elsa and Anna what real princesses are supposed to do. They're good kids."

Harley was apprehensive at best about letting Eponine anywhere near people she actually liked but who knew? Maybe Elsa and Anna would be a good influence on her.

[gardienne]

Eponine shakes her head, sadly. "Elsa hates me. So Princess Anna does too. I'm no princess, not even a lady. I'm just a bit of dirt who spits on them when they wrong me. I wish I were though... that Dave, he might have truly loved me if I looked like Queen Elsa. He loves her. He went off with her. He chose her and not me in the end. Same as always." Eponine snorts a silent snort of contemptuous, unhappy laughter. She regrets all of that. She had just been so, so desperate to rid herself of some of the guilt she felt as well.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's previously soft face turned stoney.

"One: What did you do to make them hate you? And Two: It's not about looks you vanity obsessed charity case. It's about your heart and spirit."

Depending on how Eponine answered things could take a sharp turn very fast now.

[gardienne]

"I told you. I spat on Elsa. She took Dave's side when I say that he is as much guilty as I am." Eponine sulks.

"She hates me anyway, for me teaching Princess Anna to pick a pocket. And I am NOT a charity case!" She knows it's the wrong answer.