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?

Threaded | Flat

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!"

Edited 2014-09-01 03:47 (UTC)

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.

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.

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.

Part B

PART B

Part A, dated before Eponine's death

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