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

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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"She's dumb as shit, I got it," Mindy said, chuckling. "Still wouldn't do anyone like that. It's more like, trophies that way. I kill, get it done and get out. Only time I'd ever do something like that is if I had a point to prove. I'm gonna assume whoever did this is the same way."

Which made plenty sense to her.

"Oh shut up," Mindy said, rolling her eyes. "Give us a few week and we'll be at each other's throats. No speech is gonna change that. Everybody knows it, whether they listened to Captain or not."

"I don't think everyone knows that squirt." Harley smirked shaking her head. "You should know better, you spend half your time protecting people who still believe in decency and It seemed there were fewer and fewer willing killers in the arena every day.

"So what do you want, them to start turning into killers all of a sudden? Come on. If the Capitol wanted nothing but killers in this place, we'd have them. But this is a reality show as much as it is a killing spree, so they gotta make it interesting. We have a seven year old with no killing skills in here, and her friend who isn't that much older but is vowing to protect her. We have a bald twelve year old who was the Jesus of his world. Then we have a bunch of new people. There will be killers here. It just takes awhile."

That earned her a dry look from the usually bubbly Harley.

"Oh come on like I'd want that. You're already stabby so I'm not about to hold back with you but those innocent ones should be allowed to stay that way. I just wish they would stop pulling in types like that and stick with the ones like you or me. I think it's more interesting in every way." She smirked.

"I mean come on, aren't they used to watching innocent kids murder each other yet?"

"Not saying you would. Am saying that the need for variety is the reason I'm not sticking it to people right now. It's why I'm doing this despite my face burning like fuck and nightmares so bad I wanna chuck my face in that fucking fryer oil. Sometimes, you have to do your mentor thing on the field."

And not only that-she planned to remind these bastards why she had made mentor as young as she had to begin with.

"No, I don't think they ever got that out of their system."

There was a moment of sympathy on Harley's features and she felt her own burn give a twinge.

"You're too responsible for your own good." She smiled warmly "Our district is lucky they have you to balance me out."

"If I was smart I wouldn't be back here," Mindy said. "But since I have the chance, I'm going to do something worthwhile to ME. This was the shit I did back home. I'm glad I at least remembered that."

Which was bullshit. She'd never forgotten, she just bore the guilt of breaking that in her won arena.

"Bound to get worse from here, once they start to care less that we're kids."

Harley shrugged and unbuckled her seat belt.

"This is getting too heavy and it's a conversation with no closure. You wanna drive instead of wandering off and you know...staying alive long enough to be useful to someone who needs you?"

"Sure," Mindy said, switching places and playfully swatting Harley on her rear. "Thanks for trying to get my mind off of heavy shit: reminds me I'm allowed to be a reckless fuck up for a little while. Trust me, I needed that."

With that said, Mindy put the pedal to the metal.

Harley let out a highly in appropriate moan when Mindy slapped her ample rear and grinned cheekily for all of five seconds before the SUV lurched forward barreling down the hall at full speed.

Mindy needed this release even more then Harley did. And so their relationship would continue with Harley doing whatever she could to balance out Mindy. When she needed comfort she could hug the girl. when she needed a distraction she could do that too.

And right now, they both needed some speed, power, and a fleeting sense of freedom.

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

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