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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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"Ours is a love that dare not speak it's name!" She cheered and giggled. "Which is lucky for us that you can't talk right now anyway. And I know our pal Harley can keep a secret!" she added.
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He glanced up at Harley, briefly-- so briefly, only a flicker of his gaze in her direction-- reached out, and gingerly took plush-Carlos's tiny hand in his.
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"You're my favorite. I just don't know how to tell you. I'm not as much of a talker as you are."
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Cecil's hand hugged back. Sort of. That's kind of what it was. Anyway, he curled his fingers around the little plush body, and looked at it with an expression that was... soft-neutral. Gosh. The hair really was perfect.
And he glanced up at Harley, head ducked, for a second, his hand still hugging tiny Carlos-- just making sure that this was okay.
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It was so easy to boss people around. If Harley wasn't so bad at it she might reconsider her failed career as a crime boss.
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(It occurred to him, in the very back of his mind, that she could kill him now, while he sat here with his eyes closed, and he would do absolutely nothing about it. Could do absolutely nothing about it. Conditioning told him that there was nothing wrong with that; something else hoped, very hard, that she only wanted to give him a cup of tea.)
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Instead she planted a smooch on his lips, smearing some of her black lipstick onto his mouth. It was short and sweet but it was unmistakable.
"There." The Carlos doll chirped. "That will have to do till we can kiss properly. For Science!" Her flailed his little doll arms about excitedly while Harley grinned.
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When she pressed her mouth to his, his eyes flew open, and he pulled in a sharp breath through his nose. That wasn't-- he wasn't being stabbed, and that was a good thing, but the thing that actually was happening was also not a good thing, and that was-- that was a conflicting way to think about it, because being stabbed would have been horrible, but it wouldn't have been forbidden.
When Harley pulled away, he stared right at her, wide-eyed-- too frightened, in the moment, even to remember to keep his gaze down. It was a mix of terror and bewilderment - who would do that? Who would do that to him?
For a long, terrified second, he was still-- and then he scrabbled backward, stumbled to his feet, turned around, and bolted.
If he was told to stop, he would - if he wasn't, she'd be left with nothing but the sound of his foosteps on the mall carpet, receding around the corner.