Do ya need a break from modern livin'? Do ya long to shed your weary load?

[revvinguptheharley]

Who: Harley Quinn, a fully gassed up car, some explosive plush toys and YOU! Open to all~
What: part1: Harley has booby trapped some plush toys to explode
          part2: This crazy bitch is driving a luxury SUV around the mall.
Where: All over the mall
When: All of Week 2
Warnings: People might get hurt

Part A

It's innocent looking enough. A cute plush doll laying discarded on the floor. Interestingly enough it's someone you're fond of!

Lurking nearby, perhaps in a trashcan or a planter or behind that display case is Harley Quinn, still in her clown makeup and dress and waiting...juuuust waiting for you.

She's been watching you, waiting for the right moment to cast out this bait. A long thin fishing line leads from her glove clad fingers to the doll itself, almost invisible to the naked eye. And inside that doll the fishing line is tied to the pin of one of her grenades.

Will you pick up the bait? Will you survive the blast? May the odds be ever in your favor~

 

Part B

 

 

It starts around lunchtime when the fresh food has been resupplied in the food court area. The squealing of tires and the roaring of an engine are not your only warning that something is coming...but it's a good start.

Aside from the occasional crash of a bench or a sign being smashed into there is music blaring out from the open windows of the Luxury SUV that Harley has helped herself to.

Occasionally doing doughnuts, occasionally driving backwards she starts on the third floor Harley has learned that if she drives at full speed she can jump the cushy vehicle from one floor down to the one below it with only some minor bruising. She also learned with delight that no matter how badly she wrecks the thing...it reappears the next day.

And so...every day this week Harley will be returning to take the SUV from it's pedestal and resume her rampage. Does anyone dare stop this madwoman?

Does anyone want to join her?

 

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Part B

[hit_girl_mindy]

Oh, she'll have one join her.

Mindy rotates time. She guards the comic shop when needed, she sleeps and shakes and has shitty nightmares, she scavenges for food, remembering to fast when needed. The image of Eponine hanging over the food court had been enough of a wake up call that thieving could result in death, and right now, she couldn't afford that. She was sure enough people had seen that as a warning: the real deal was going to start soon enough.

But Mindy was always ready for that inevitability. She could control herself for now, but if Chibi Usa was taken somehow, and that could happen, that would be it. She'd let herself go.

For now though, she needed another outlet, SOMETHING. When she saw the car speeding towards her way, she didn't hesitate.

"Harley! Pull over!"

Re: Part B

[revvinguptheharley]

It was a little hard to hear Mindy over the stereo but Harley spotted her and hit the breaks skidding the car to a stop nearby.

"Hey there handsome! Going my way?" she chirped cheerfully out the open window and popped the locks for Mindy.

Re: Part B

[hit_girl_mindy]

Mindy shook her head, grinning. Leave to it Harley.

"Yeah, you know it. I think I need a little change of scenery...as much as I can get, anyway. Just try not to kill us: I want to at least die dignified, like being shot or something."

Re: Part B

[revvinguptheharley]

"Dignity is over rated." She cackled and as soon as Mindy was in her seat Harley slammed her foot down on the accelerator and they were off like a shot barreling along the third floor hallways.

In retrospect they couldn't be traveling much more then twenty miles an hour, maybe thirty on the straight halls. But between crashing into signs and making sharp turns they were more about causing a mess then speed.

"So how's the hiding out thing going?" She called over the repeating polka music.

Re: Part B

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Maybe, but definitely leaning more toward not dying." She says that, but Mindy is climbing in the car anyway, grinning. Once they were in full on acceleration Mindy cheers like a champ.

Not as fast she would like, but it was a start.

"Well so far. We sleep in shifts and try to help each other where we can. We're not in murder spirits yet, so that's always good."

Re: Part B

[revvinguptheharley]

"Sounds like you're playing smart. And Clementine obviously knows a thing or two about survival."

Harley jerked the wheel hard sending them into a surprisingly graceful doughnut before she hit the gas rocketing them back the way they came, racing for the barrier that kept people from falling off the third floor.

"What about that pink haired kid. What's her skill set?"

Re: Part B

[hit_girl_mindy]

"Only real way to play it, right?"

She cheered loudly when Harley jerked them about some more, loving how close they felt to being pitched out of the car. She needed something to get her blood running, after all.

"Still figuring that out. She's going to have some figuring out to do."

PART B

[yourmove]

With all the noise the Hummer is making, it's hard to hear Alex approaching - the squeal of tires drowns out the thud of his graphene legs pistoning in a sprint. The slam of a cyborg leaping forward onto the side of the Hummer, though, is a lot harder to miss. He holds on gamely with no regard for his safety, a burned, blistered face half covered by a shattered black visor popping into Harley's passenger side window.

"Stop the car," Alex demands. "Pull over and get on the ground, hands on your head. Failure to comply will result in incapacitation."

He considers that his verbal warning. If the run-away Hummer doesn't slow down, he'll launch into stopping the Hummer himself and dragging Harley out.

Re: PART B

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley lets out a yelp as the vehicle shudders and shakes from the impact. Glancing wide eyed at the hideous face put before her she needs a second to process who it is.

"OH HEY! Alex is that you? I was just talking to Clara earlier! Yeesh you don't look so good loverboy!" She shouted over the music. Apparently nonplussed about his commands she turned the car sharply left to put some centrifugal force on the heavyweight on her passenger side door.

[yourmove]

He only tilts his head at the mention of his wife. It looks curious. It might've even looked like a dog's head tilt, except Alex is covered in 2 billion dollars worth of armor and cutting edge software. It made him impervious to sarcasm or compliments. (He wasn't sure what he was getting from Ms. Quinn).

"Pull over," Alex repeats flatly.

Only he's already winding up with his graphene hand at this point, preparing to punch out the window. There's apparently a very quick 3-2-1 count to a cyborg.

[revvinguptheharley]

"You got it bub!" She called to him and turned the wheel, aiming to try and scrape him off the side of her vehicle by driving entirely too close to various display carts, trash cans and even a pillar or two.

"You know if I wasn't Clara's friend I'd be flattered with how hard you're coming onto me handsome!"

[yourmove]

That doesn't sound like cooperation. Alex turns his head to protect his squishy bits as he smashes into displays, sending trash cans flying. The cheap pillar just has a cyborg sized hole smashed into it as he turns to face Ms. Quinn. The name of his wife doesn't stop him from winding back and punching the window. Glass shattera inward as his graphene hand gropes and claws for Harley.

"Officers do not fraternize with the general public," Alex sounds positively unhurried. "I'm considered legally married, as well."

Not that he can see himself being for Clara Murphy through thick and thin, putting her safety above the others who are just as law-abiding as she is.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley let out a low impressed whistle watching just how much abuse he could take and continue groping at her. This was quickly looking like a losing battle. She twisted the wheel to spin the car in a illegal U-turn (Or even more illegal given she was driving around inside a mall).

"You do realize you have no authority here right? Besides even if I was arrested I'm insane. I don't go to jail."

Up ahead the barrier to the third floor balcony was looming on the horizon. Harley could see where she had smashed through it the first day and created a path from floor to floor. She would not be taking the SUV to the second floor this time however.

To try and slow him down while she raced for the end of this stretch of mall she produced a jar of the white foundation she had all over her face and threw it at his face.

Part A, dated before Eponine's death

[futilecycle]

Sigma is usually a wary man, but this Arena has chipped away at his better judgement. The Initiate was traumatized, Eponine hated him and was nowhere to be found, and a handful of Tributes had died as a consequence of Steve Rogers' 'words of wisdom' - it was enough to push a man to the brink. Sigma had never played to win, but now that he was, he knew there were advantages to having a cybernetic body. The Doctor roamed the mall seeking a fight, on edge and feeling as though he could not be touched, never suspecting he was about to become the victim of his own confidence.

There is no one in sight when he finds an object on the floor. Sigma looks about the room before bending down inspect the discarded merchandise. A doll?

It is not just any doll - it's a dark haired, pale thing in one of the dresses Eponine had worn to one crowning or another. He's never raised a daughter, and he wonders if Eponine would appreciate something like this, a doll made in her likeness. The two of them needed an excuse to speak, and Sigma wonders if it will be enough to break through the tension that separated them, now.. Thinking only of Eponine, he bends down to pluck the doll from the floor, cybernetic hand clutching it gently.

Re: Part A, dated before Eponine's death

[revvinguptheharley]

Meanwhile lurking just out of sigh Harley grins wickedly watching him take the bait as she peers out from behind a planter.

Curling her fingers once more around the fishing line she gives a tug and hears the satisfying "Tink tink" of the pin being pulled from the grenade she had stuffed in the Build a buddy doll.

The pin bounced off the floor and she watched in eager delight counting down in her head.

5...4...3...2..

[futilecycle]

Sigma may be old, but his senses are still sharp - he perceives the force of the pin being removed, followed by the small metallic noise, and every muscle in his body tenses at once. A trap! How could he be so stupid?!

The grenade is already in his hands - he has less than four seconds to react and his legs are too weak to flee. In a desperate attempt to save his life, Sigma can only lift the doll to chest level and attempt to toss it away from him - his arms a metal shield, his left hand throws it as quickly as he can in an upwards arc, his right arm covers his face and neck. One second later, the grenade detonates in midair.

There is an explosion of light and pain from the palm of his left hand, and Sigma is temporarily blinded. A rain of shrapnel pelts down upon his legs and chest and upon what he realizes is his only surviving arm - when the dust clears, it becomes immediately apparent that his left hand has been disintegrated. The artificial muscle of his cybernetic arm, bolstered with nerves, has been melted clean off, and what Sigma had thought had been shrapnel of the grenade's steel canister raining down upon his chest had actually been accompanied by titanium alloy splinters. All that remains of his left forearm is a sharp, short stub of metal. He raises his right, dominant arm to confirm the damage, to convince himself that this couldn't be real... and finds the skin of his remaining arm has been charred black, ripped off, silver bone shining through. His white artificial blood has turned to hot, roasting oil inside of his own limbs.

Without knowing he has even opened his mouth, Sigma begins to scream. He does not stop.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley cackles gleefully at her work but pouts seeing (And hearing) Her target is still alive.

Seeking to take out her frustrations on him she rises from her hiding place scooping up a heavy metal trash can.

"AW SHADDUP!" She barks before hurling it at him. She could use another of her precious grenades to finish the job...but this would probably be more fun to watch him putter around the arena like this.

[futilecycle]

Sigma recovers from his shock just in time to parry the attack - he lifts his mostly functional arm and strikes the trash can with his palm. The recoil radiates through his whole body and Sigma falls to his knees, holding his arm to his chest. As he bends, he realizes the skin on his chest is taught - his clothes had melted and burned into his body. He would deal with that later.

He lifts his gaze to focus and his cybernetic eye flashes red, the camera damaged heavily by the explosion and brought to its structural limit. It manages to focus long enough to make out the face of his assailant, and Sigma screams in rage. "You!" The hatred in his eyes conceals his neurosis. Injuring his arms- his left hand especially- was enough to drive Sigma nearly to the edge of his sanity. He has an array of choice words for her, but manages to hold his tongue. "I should have known! Only someone like you would be so cowardly." He was a cyborg, yes, but an old man, first. He's caught perfectly between fleeing and fighting to the death- so much so that he doesn't move. He gauges what she will do next, if she would come for him or if she would stand at a distance and laugh.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me." She taunted back in a childish way. With the trashcan deflected and laying nearby she sticks her tongue out at him blowing a fat wet raspberry.

"Maybe it's time you get out of the game Grandpa if you're falling for tricks like that. It's not like anyone around here likes you anymore after you showed your true colors."

To be honest, Harley didn't know much about Sigma's social life nor did she care, but she knew he had outed himself as being like the game makers and that had lost him alot of respect and trust as far as she knew. Not that she had much respect or trust for him in the first place after watching him try and fail to save Eponine from her.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

Elsa wouldn't be out if it weren't for the pressing need for food. She's learned that it's not a good idea to try and wait for later when there's less risk of meeting someone, because by then most of the food is gone and she's out of luck. With more than one mouth to feed and a determination to pull her own weight, Elsa is out gathering whatever she can.

Or at least, that's the plan until the squealing of the tires catches her attention and the curiosity gets the better of her and she investigates. It doesn't take her long to find the source of it- but it does take her a little bit longer to determine just who happens to be behind the wheel.

When she does, her face lights up. It feels like it's been forever since she's seen Harley so she's going to take advantage of this moment while she can- at least, if she can get her to stop. She's going so fast- but regardless, Elsa, keeping a safe distance, is going to stick out her hand and try and wave Harley down.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley's eyes lit up spotting the pale blond and her tires screeched once more as she skidded to a stop, killing the music and rolling down the passenger side window.

"Hey there sexy, looking for a ride?" She teased blowing Elsa a kiss from her black painted lips.

She was wearing more makeup then Elsa was used to her seeing, in fact her entire face was painted white with a black mask painted around her eyes like a raccoon. Still Elsa had spent enough time around Harley to spot her.

Elsa may also be sharp enough to spot the ugly branding hidden under the thin layer of white makeup. Round and in the shape of the Capitol logo scarred deep into the flesh of her cheek.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

She knew that she really ought to get back to Anna as soon as she could, but honestly the temptation to hang out with Harley for a little while was just too tempting. Especially in a car- it had been since the go-kart races that she's been in something like this, so it was just too much to pass up.

In a split second, she was opening the passenger door and sliding into the seat before it thudded shut behind her. "Maybe I am," she said with a grin. The stress of the arena, she couldn't help but want to do something a little... wild. Dangerous. In the back of her mind she knew she was safe with Harley, or at least. She felt safe with her, all things considered.

Up close like this, she could tell the makeup was thick and she could see the brand, bulging up underneath it, and her stomach fell. "Oh, Harley..." she murmured, her expression falling. "I'm so sorry."

[revvinguptheharley]

"Huh?" She looked confused and caught sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh that...well that's hardly your fault sweetie." She smiled sheepishly. "I thought for sure I could break my pal Susie out of jail. I've broken out of jail plenty of times buuuut I kinda got into a fight with Susie's old mentor and we got busted."

She put on the gas and the SUV rolled to life at a much calmer pace.

"I've had worse, but you can kiss it better for me if you like." She chuckled not expecting the sometimes delicate queen to want to touch a scar like that.

[frozenfractalsallaround]

"I know it isn't my fault," she murmured, but it was still really sad to see. "I'm just sorry for not... you know, being there for you. And... well, that you're back in the arena." That alone was pretty awful, she was realizing. It wasn't fair that she had become a victor and then had to go and get shoved back in the arena like this. That was a low blow. That was unnecessary.

At Harley's last statement, Elsa let out a laugh. She was seriously underestimating Elsa if she thought doing something like that would particularly gross her out, though she wasn't going to do it the way Harley might expect. Instead, Elsa brought her hand up to her mouth and kissed her hand, reaching out to very, very softly press her fingers against Harley's wound.

"There," she said with a small smile. It wasn't an actual kiss, but it was more than Elsa would have done months ago, so that was progress.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley giggled and cheered as Elsa gave her the indirect kiss. "Well now I feel so special." she gently took Elsa's pale hand and planted a kiss on it leaving a black lip shaped mark in return.

"My favorite tribute honors me with a joy ride and a kiss. If I were outside I'd be sending you SO many items right now." She chuckled "But I guess in here I'll just have to give you some of those."

She pointed into the back seat where all of her plushies sat sharing seatbelts. The Anna and Elsa dolls were sitting on the drivers side and they appeared to be holding hands.