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thearena2013-07-12 04:27 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thearena2013-07-12 04:27 pm
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Who| Harley and Open
What| Harley wandering around arena 2 looking for trouble and friends
Where| The Desert without Desserts.
When| The Beginning of week 3
Warnings/Notes| None yet, but Harley is open to wounding, maiming or killing so please request it if you're interested.
Harley was starting to get done with this arena.
Sure she wanted the crowds back home to love her but...she missed out on Candyland for this mess?
Trotting along in her ragged pink pony costume with it's bobbing bobble eyed head piece hanging off her shoulders like a hood she had left Donnie to his own devices for a spell. She liked his new aggressive and homicidal attitude, but he wasn't as much fun to talk to. And he didn't seem to appreciate her attempts to start sing-a-longs or play eye spy.
And so she was skipping, trotting or sometimes cartwheeling and casually dining on a can of pork and beans that she'd been saving since finding them at the cornucopia.
"If I don't find something fun to do they might replace me with reruns." She muttered to herself as she tipped the can back and let some beans and pork chunks falling into her mouth.
What| Harley wandering around arena 2 looking for trouble and friends
Where| The Desert without Desserts.
When| The Beginning of week 3
Warnings/Notes| None yet, but Harley is open to wounding, maiming or killing so please request it if you're interested.
Harley was starting to get done with this arena.
Sure she wanted the crowds back home to love her but...she missed out on Candyland for this mess?
Trotting along in her ragged pink pony costume with it's bobbing bobble eyed head piece hanging off her shoulders like a hood she had left Donnie to his own devices for a spell. She liked his new aggressive and homicidal attitude, but he wasn't as much fun to talk to. And he didn't seem to appreciate her attempts to start sing-a-longs or play eye spy.
And so she was skipping, trotting or sometimes cartwheeling and casually dining on a can of pork and beans that she'd been saving since finding them at the cornucopia.
"If I don't find something fun to do they might replace me with reruns." She muttered to herself as she tipped the can back and let some beans and pork chunks falling into her mouth.
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"Plenty of special people. But not "The one" you know? He's back home...and so are my most special friends thankfully." But she snapped her head back up "Still I'd die for some of my pals here. I already have at least once." She winked playfully.