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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.

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By the time day and night go completely haywire, Eddie is not exactly thriving, but he's settled into a routine that's keeping him alive, at least so far. Ragged, dusty and blistered, he keeps himself moving, gradually expanding a circuit to set and monitor his traps, and to keep watch.

Early last week, he was gifted a spool of wire, and that provided quite the spark of inspiration. In his enthusiasm, he's worked himself to the point where his left hand is too painfully swollen now to be of much use, and to where his water supply is running dangerously low. So, much of his time is spent painfully despining cacti, and the rest, either on foot along his routes, or hiding. Trying to rest, not getting terribly much sleep at all. There are those monitors, and they seem to be keen on showing him his own body rotting away, over in the other arena. That is not amusing.

No new water, no new gifts, though, and he suspects it's because he has yet to live up to the promise of his efforts. He has not won any confrontation, trapped no one, and given the size of the playing field, it's not surprising. His initial territory served well to let him establish himself, but now he needs to step this up.

All the snares and little rockfalls do yield a prize, though. Somehow, he's caught one of the horned rabbits, and he's carrying its carcass as he slinks along through the brush. He stops often to take cover and survey the surroundings. This is when he spots something glaringly pink off in the distance. He watches for a good while, evaluating his options, then makes the decision to head toward Harley.

Inspiration had struck Harley.

And so by the time Eddie would get close enough to make contact she had stopped and knelt down at a rock. Carefully using her machete she was painstakingly carving a square of fabric from what had formerly been one of the arms of her costume. As she split and unfolded the fabric it gave her almost a foot long and wide of material to work with.

"Poifect!"

Eddie stops when she produces the machete, and shifts the rabbit so it's draped over his bad hand, pinned between the arm and his body, so he can pull his makeshift sling off an equally makeshift belt. He sends a stone flying, not aimed at Harley but nearby. He would rather surprise her from a distance than surprise her up close. Machete, and all that.

"Good Morning-afternoon-and-evening," he says, voice cracking and rough and gleeful when he raises it to a shout. "I've found you! Stand and deliver!"

Harley perked up at the sound and jerked her head to the direction it had come from. With a grin she sprang to her feet. "I had a pizza for ya but I ate it! But don't worry about the tip. You can just buy me dessert!" She let out a proud and bawdy laugh.

"I've brought rabbit moose," he says, lowering the hand with the sling, then tucking it back onto his belt before closing the distance between him and Harley. That is a gesture of trust, that he doesn't draw his knife even though she's got that machete. Even so, as he approaches, he keeps a careful eye on her actions, and moves slowly.

"What are you making?"

"Oh just a little gag." She gathered up the fabric tucking it back in her suit as well as the machete. She had no need for it here, as far as she knew. Eddie by himself was only a little dangerous. Eddie with plenty of time to prepare? Now THAT was something to worry about.

"Glad to see you're still kicking captain question mark." She praised him. "This place makes monkeys out of the best of us...or ponies in my case."

He cants his head, trying to sneak a peek at what else she might have stashed in there.

And he beams, pleased that she recognizes the significance of his continued survival, what with his being new, and still terribly impressive and all.

"Would you like to see what I've been kicking around?" His gaze darts from side to side, past Harley. "We're out in the open, best to keep moving, hm? Follow me."

"Ooo, yes please!" She skipped after him letting him lead, a cheerful smile beaming off her face.

"I've been running around with this Ninja mutant turtle. He's just recently cracked so I figured he could use a little guidance into being a homicidal maniac. Great guy! Probably gonna stab me sooner or later." She laughed again gleeful to be around someone who felt familiar.

He does lead, shuffling off in a new direction, at a steady pace but slower than Harley's skipping around. "Ninja mutant turtle," he repeats, quietly. Now that he has her following, there's no need to raise his voice, and his throat thanks him for that.

"I doubt that's why you're not around him right now. Has there been a lull in the action?" He glances over at her, over his shoulder. "How close by is he, Harley?"

"Huh? Oh don't worry Eddie." She spun around in the air taking a quick glance in all directions. "He went off to find another kill while I had some lunch. And besides he's so sneaky if he didn't want us to know where he was? We wouldn't see him till it was too late." She laughed cheerfully "Part of being a ninja you know?"

She doubled her pace to walk at his side.

"So have you been having fun? It stinks we couldn't stay in the candy Arena." She pouted.

"Oh goodie," he says, facing forward again, still walking, with a small smirk at his own concern. Worried, what? Nah, they're just talking about killer turtle ninjas in the desert, here. Nothing to worry about!

"On the contrary, from what I've seen on the provided idiot-boxes, the desert appears to stink much less than the other arena. A minimal landscape presents a more interesting problem. I am having fun. I am going to cook this rabbit. If you stick around, I could use an extra pair of hands for a bit. I have an idea."

"Ooo wabbit season!" Harley cheered and fell into step behind him swinging her arms carelessly as they walked.

"Yeah, it's too bad you weren't here for the theme park arena with obvious copyright infringement. You woulda had a field day there. Gears and wires and fake rocks and mutant ducks with teeth and fire reigning from the sky. There was a dragon too but I died before that happened."

"Yes, I could work with that. But let's not dwell on what we don't have." He looks wistful for a moment, gazing ahead, wishing very much for more familiar materials. But... he is honestly much too pleased to be alive and to have fresh meat to consider it long.

As they walk, he points ahead, indicating a small pebble stack. "This is as far out as I've set up little traps. We don't have far to walk, and up ahead... well, come on, I'm showing you..."

And he falls silent as he continues to walk. It really isn't very far, and as he nears his little base, the stone piles are more frequent, and his path begins to take on a much less direct route as he works his way around his hidden obstacles and traps and all that mess. He is quite happy to point them out as he goes. "There's only so much space I can cover. What I need is something getting people blundering this direction."

Ruby was well outfitted. True, her red dress was in tatters, and her wig had long since gone missing. But she had a coil of rope around her waist, a scythe tucked under her arm, and a cross bow in her hand. She had a bit of meat, some snakes and small animals, tucked among the ropes. Food for later.

She'd drawn her bow when she heard a noise. She half lowered it when she spotted Harley, though not entirely. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to trust the woman. Maybe she should just slip off....

Harley skipped, hopped and twirled after Riddler, leaning down to examine his traps excitedly, making all the appropriate Ooo and ahh sounds.

"Oh sure! Some bait! Or a lure! Or a signal of some sort. Maybe you could start a fire and make people think you're some idiot broadcasting his location. Then when they try to sneak up on ya, WHAM BAM POW!" Death by super smart Riddler traps!"

It didn't hurt to butter him up whenever possible.

Harley only caught sight of Ruby out of the corner of her eye and spun to face her, the bouncy head hanging off the back of her suit bobbling with each motion.

"Hey hey now! I'm not a real pony no need to go shooting! It's duck season anyway!" She called holding up her hands in exaggerated fear.

She smiled, faintly, lowering the crossbow. She had to admit, Harley always made her laugh at least.

"Have you been holding onto that one?" she asked, gesturing to the pony suit.

She grinned in a silly way, "Well yeah of course. I'm nekkid under here. And with how hot it's been I wouldn't want to inflict this on anyone unless I was trying to kill them by sweat."

She struck a few "Sexy" poses even swishing her tail "Besides, who could resist all this?"

She frowned, eyes squinting quizzically. "I. Um. Meant the joke," she admitted after a moment.

"How are you doing that?" she was looking at the tails. Costume tails did not swish.

Harley waved away the confusion dismissively.

"Because I've got the skills to pay the bills girl!" She declared and skipped and hopped backward towards Ruby waving her tail at her playfully.

"You do this often?" there's the bemused smile, again. Harley seems almost disturbingly good at her costume.

"Well sure!" She did a backflip just to keep her adrenalin pumping and shake out her limbs.

"I made my first costume YEARS ago. It was alot more simple then this, and less furry. But it does kinda feel right somehow." She spun the tail again then clapped her "hooves" to her cheek. "Ohmigosh! I wonder if that means I'm secretly a furry!"

"A... Furry?" she isn't even entirely certain what that might mean. Though she does stare at Harley's tail maneuver's hard enough to make one think she's entranced herself.

"Wouldn't you know that by now?"

Amused and feeding off the attention she's getting she continues dancing about, making figure eights with the tail.

"Oh I'm full of surprises. It keeps life interesting ya know?" She offered with an impish grin.

"Haven't you ever surprised yourself with what you're capable of?"

"Maybe." Like how she's occasionally eaten people. It's best to just shrug, though.

"Pft." Harley stopped dancing around and planted her hands on her hips looking unimpressed.

"Vague much? come on sister! If you want to be any good at these games...or at least make your stay in this wasteland a little less hellish you really gotta start playing for the camera."

To give an example she blew a kiss into the air "That's for all my friends back at the "Digital Dive" Bar in Capitol City!"

"Harley..." her voice is pitched a little low, but her eyes do shift up as if wondering where the cameras are.

"My big skill is eating people. I don't really want to be playing it for anyone." She can also shoot them through the neck with an arrow, but there's plenty of that around.

Harley stopped to consider that for a moment.

"Well probably not. But they did let zombie boy in here so they must be at least sort of accepting of that sort of thing." She shrugged, "Is it one of those things where once you start you can't stop?"

"It's... one of those things where I'm a giant wolf." Yes, she can control it - she has control. But it's really hard to pull back on your instincts when you've let yourself go like that.

"Oooo, I've been waiting to see that!" She cheered.

"But don't worry so much. It's not like they can't put us back together right? And the rest of the capitol is gonna love you, inside and out."

"I don't like eating people, Harley. It's.... squishy." And not a fond memory. At all.

"So don't swallow?" Harley offered with a pout.

"You gotta love yourself for who you are. For what you are. Even if that isn't a very nice thing." She argued. "Because if you don't love yourself, how can you expect anyone else to love you? You do deserve love you know!"

"Maybe I don't get to have love..." Every man who loves her, or expresses interest in her, dies. Usually the same day. Maybe she just isn't meant for love. Maybe she can't put her past behind her at all.

Harley's pout deepened and she closed the distance between them to flick Ruby on the nose with her finger.

"Don't be a dummy. Everyone gets love so long as they give it. The trick is to not lose heart. Because if you do then whattya gonna love with?"

"Every guy i make eye contact with dies, Harley..." Her expression twists, faintly. This is the sort of conversation best had with alcohol. But even making eye contact with a cute boy seems to be a death sentence.

Harley groaned and rubbed her hand over her face, clearly frustrated with this.

"You ever heard of a self fulfilling prophecy? That's all crap. If you want a guy then go after him. Just find one stronger, smarter and better. Trust me there's someone out there wild enough to not only stand next to you, but touch you and not suddenly get...I dunno impaled or whatever. Maybe it'll be a girl. But someone."

"A girl?" She looks surprised - and amused. Lifting an eyebrow to Harley as if asking whether the clown has anyone in mind...

"Everyone dies here," she added. "Including the romantics."

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"Yeah but somethings are worth dieing for." She shot back sticking out her tongue in stubborn defiance of the cynical truth of their situation.

"So...w ho are you dying for?" A swift change of subject, fingers curling up a little as she thought about all the people who had died for her. Back to Harley. The girl seemed to like talking about herself well enough, after all.

"You have anyone special here?"

Harley sighed and rolled her head back puckering her lips.

"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.

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