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thecapitol2013-12-08 07:05 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-08 07:05 pm
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Who: Harley Quinn and you!
What: It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Where: In the city, starting at the Christmas Tree
When: Week 8
Harley was set up comfortably at a little cafe outside the Christmas Tree, as she had been each day since she'd come back from the arena.
The normally high energy girl was looking uncharacteristically peaceful mood as she gazed at the gently twinkling lights on it's proud branches. They seemed to reflect in her eyes making the sky blue balls sparkle like the pools of a tropical ocean. All in all it was the most calm and relaxed she had looked since the Arena.
Her clothes were just as festive as her heart as her sweater, scarf and ear muffs looked like she'd fallen into a box of tinsel. Her sweater was a blindingly shiny, glittery green, scarf gold like the moon and gloves red and shimmery. The latest in self heating winter wear kept her toasty and warm as she sat on the patio watching people mill about and enjoying the sheer size and importance of the tree.
Christmas trees were symbolic of a great many things, but to Harley specifically it meant memories, and hope that Ivy, Joker, Selina and all her friends back in Arkham were having the kind of Christmas they loved. Ivy always professed to hate the holiday but Harley knew the truth. Winter was peaceful and quiet. There was less destruction of her beautiful plants if you didn't count Christmas Trees...and more people were moving to fake trees.
Her mother was probably setting up all the Hanukkah decorations with Harley's niece and nephew while her lazy brother sat on his duff playing video games. Her dad would still be locked up for scamming old ladies. And no one would be surprised when she didn't show up except for the children. Aunt Harley never missed a Christmas.
As that thought crossed her mind Harley's peaceful smile faded and she glanced down at the mug of cocoa in her hand.
"I'll make it up to em next year. I'll pay for that private school like I tried to last year."
That was of course presuming she ever got home. But Christmas was about hope wasn't it?
What: It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Where: In the city, starting at the Christmas Tree
When: Week 8
Harley was set up comfortably at a little cafe outside the Christmas Tree, as she had been each day since she'd come back from the arena.
The normally high energy girl was looking uncharacteristically peaceful mood as she gazed at the gently twinkling lights on it's proud branches. They seemed to reflect in her eyes making the sky blue balls sparkle like the pools of a tropical ocean. All in all it was the most calm and relaxed she had looked since the Arena.
Her clothes were just as festive as her heart as her sweater, scarf and ear muffs looked like she'd fallen into a box of tinsel. Her sweater was a blindingly shiny, glittery green, scarf gold like the moon and gloves red and shimmery. The latest in self heating winter wear kept her toasty and warm as she sat on the patio watching people mill about and enjoying the sheer size and importance of the tree.
Christmas trees were symbolic of a great many things, but to Harley specifically it meant memories, and hope that Ivy, Joker, Selina and all her friends back in Arkham were having the kind of Christmas they loved. Ivy always professed to hate the holiday but Harley knew the truth. Winter was peaceful and quiet. There was less destruction of her beautiful plants if you didn't count Christmas Trees...and more people were moving to fake trees.
Her mother was probably setting up all the Hanukkah decorations with Harley's niece and nephew while her lazy brother sat on his duff playing video games. Her dad would still be locked up for scamming old ladies. And no one would be surprised when she didn't show up except for the children. Aunt Harley never missed a Christmas.
As that thought crossed her mind Harley's peaceful smile faded and she glanced down at the mug of cocoa in her hand.
"I'll make it up to em next year. I'll pay for that private school like I tried to last year."
That was of course presuming she ever got home. But Christmas was about hope wasn't it?
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She wondered if the lights weren't rigged to explode. But then, maybe they'd be scared of the citizens getting hurt. Or something. Everything in this place seemed to be booby trapped.
Much like Harley. "Hey."
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"Hey there ginger. How's your holly jolly mood?"
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Suicidal sheep? She preferred morbidly curious bat. "I think the dung beetles have me beat," she quipped back, trying for casual. Just another girl by the Christmas tree. With her... What? This wasn't the Harley of her world. But she still felt maybe a bit like Barbara's neglected responsibility.
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"Come on kiddo, you're going about things all wrong. You've been moping around for months and where has that gotten you?" She pointed out.
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"You may be alive kiddo, but you're definitely not living. What's the point of having a beating heart if you never use it?"