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thecapitol2013-12-08 07:05 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-08 07:05 pm
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Fa la la la la, la la la pout
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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"Uh, when the hell exactly does this happen, and how much?"
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"That would be the hush hush part about it. I only know because we had a more...sanitized date auction a few months ago. Anything naughty was kept off the books."
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"How many people actually do this date auction thing?"
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"It ain't happened to me yet. They're probably afraid I'd tie em to the bed and paint their faces like a clown." She cooed. "Then again some of them might be inta that."
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"I'd bet on you. If you were my date, then you'd have to be obligated to hang out with me, and we'd just go around blowing shit up."
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"Aw Babydoll you don't gotta bribe me! We're friends now! I'll hit the town with you any night. And if you can figure out how we can blow stuff up without getting caught? I'd be the first one in line."
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"That's more so no one snatches you up and does horrible things to you," Mindy said. "But yeah, I'll find way! Just...don't call me babydoll, all right? My mentor did that, and he's not around so I'm kinda keeping it something only he would say."
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"You got it toots! You're hardly a baby anyway and you strike me as the kind of girl who would shave her dolls heads and put them in ninja suits."
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She grinned. "But somehow, toots is ok."
She was Harleyquinn. It was kinda hard not to get a kick out of her.
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