3 Spoons of Suga - SEMI OPEN!

[gardienne]

Who: Eponine and Harley, and then Eponine, Harley and OPEN.
What: Eponine stole Homura's cat, Harley taunted Eponine. Now Eponine is trashing Harley's room and is going to get a rather unwelcome makeover.

THE OPEN PART OF THE LOG COMES DURING THE WALK FROM FLOOR 5 TO THE PARK WITH THE TREES IN IT. Eponine will be dressed in some sort of clown outfit and quite at Harley's mercy. Do feel free to come and bother the pair. I am sure Harley will LOVE it!

Where Harley's room, the walk to the park with the trees in it.
When: Some time after the anon conversation when the hacker enabled typing on the devices.
Warnings: Silly makeovers, torment, tears, trashing rooms, possible language...


CLOSED TO HARLEY

Eponine was shaking by the time she finally slung her communicator under her bed. A coward was she? A spineless thief? Scared of this Harley? She'd show her.

She went straight away, running from her room to the lift, and pressing again and again on the buttons until it began to move and took her up to the ninth floor. Once there, she looked around, to make sure that there was nobody around who was going to stop her. And then she let herself into Harley's room.

Eponine stopped, for just a minute, surprised. She had not thought that someone as vicious as Harley would have cuddly toys. She picked up a teddy from a shelf: it was a pale pinky cream colour, with a pink nose and wore a little green flowery dress. It was about the most beautiful bear that she had ever seen. Perhaps that would be spared damage. But that was it.

She started with the bed: she ripped off the covers and threw off the pillows, which she cut open with Harley's scissors. She threw the handfuls of feathers about. Then she started on the decorations all about. Pictures were pulled off the walls, and teddies and plants alike were flung from shelves. Anything vaguely shiny was pocketed.

And then Eponine truly got to work. She dumped one of the plants on the mattress and smeared the mud into the material. And in the midst of the chaos, she sat down with Harley's scissors and began to turn her bedding into fabric confetti.

So absorbed was she that she didn't even hear the door opening.

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[revvinguptheharley]

Harley had been fuming of her own right after the fruitless exchange...

...well not entirely fruitless. She had ordered the tapes from the last arena and put together a list of French tributes that had still been alive after Homura.

It made it pretty clear there was one in particular who had a motive other then "Pretty Kitty."

Feeling particularly proud of herself Harley had gone to get a drink from downstairs, only to return to the sounds of beautiful chaos coming from her room.

Her eyes narrowed and she slid off a stocking, casually strolling over to the kitchen area of District Nine's living area and began filling the sock with oranges. Four would be enough.

securing the end of her stocking in a knot she gave it a few practice swings before padding back over to the entrance of her room and opening the door slowly.

Aha! So the culprit had stuck out of anger. Foolish girl.

But Harley could appreciate her making things easy for her. She might have let Eponine off with a scare at this point...but then she saw her poor plant, removed from it's pot and spread on the bed. A white hot flame ignited inside her chest and set her blood to boil.

Eponine would not be dealing with Harleen Quinzell today. Oh no.

She was getting socked in the back of the head by Harley Quinn and a stocking full of Oranges.

[gardienne]

Well, she did not see that coming. The oranges weren't particularly hard, and so the blow didn't knock her out. But it was definitely enough to jerk her forward, to cause the scissors to slip and catch her finger tip with their point.

She put her hand up to her head, and looked around quickly, wiping her bloody finger on her grey dress.

"It is your room, Madame? I heard a burglar, Madame. He is gone now." She at least had to try to blag her way out of this one.

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley rolled her eyes and planted a bare foot on the girls head.

"Fee Fi Fo Fum." She chanted "I see the blood of a french dum dum!" She gave a push with her foot.

"You know I've heard about being caught red handed, but you're taking it a bit literally."

[gardienne]

"OW!" Eponine tried to push up from beneath Harley, to at least stand a fighting chance against the woman. "GET OFF ME, Madame! This is not the arena. You cannot kill me here."

She tried to reach up to grab Harley's foot, to at least tug Harley down as well.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh I ain't gonna kill ya." demonstrating both a skillful balance on one foot and a powerful kick to her face with the other Harley continued "Because you're gonna take me to pick up that stolen kitty."

But that would hardly be enough. Not after the emotional damage and the wrecked bedroom. If Ivy were here she'd have stuffed every hole this girl had with tree roots and fed her to a plant.

Harley on the other hand, was getting other ideas.

The march of shame. Open to All!

[revvinguptheharley]

The door to District Nine's shared living quarters opened and Harley came out with a big giddy grin on her face. She had done her hair up in a bun, put on a very stylish skirt and blouse and her long white coat. She'd even put on glasses to give herself a very smart appearance.

Harleen Quinzel.

"Come on now you soggy piece of french toast. The sooner you take me to the cat the sooner I'll let you get cleaned up." She tugged on a leash she was holding firmly in hand to drag her victim out of the room behind her.

Eponine was a new woman. A bright orange bowl cut with had been glued to her head, while white makeup smeared her face. Each eye was ringed with blue while her nose was painted bright red. A piece of tape was stuck to the nose and wrapped up into the wig so the tip of her red beak was upturned to give her a more piggy look.

Her lips were painted purple and stretched apart by hooks from a bungee cord. This was to give her a forced smile. She could feel the points digging into her cheek meat as a warning that if she struggled they were likely to poke right through.

Her outfit was a hideous patchwork dress made of shredded bedsheets stained with potting soil, curtains, feathers and carpet. It looked like Harley had stitched together everything that Eponine had destroyed in her room.

To cap off this humiliation Eponine's legs were tapped into a pair of heels that squeaked each time she walked like they had horns in them, and her hands were tapped inside the heads of a pair of clown doll heads. One was grinning at her manically while the other sobbed silently.

And if anyone or a breeze flipped up the tattered short skirt they would see an oversized rubber butt that Harley had strapped on over Eponine's regular underpants.

A card board sign hung around her neck with the words "I am a thief."

To make sure that no one could ignore them, Harley drew out a music player from her lab coat and started their soundtrack.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n73lXCzJUZ4

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[gardienne]

Eponine was near hysterical. Tears streamed down her face, making her makeup run. Her breath came in noisy gasps, and she tried to speak, to plead, to beg - anything to stop Harley dragging her through the streets dressed in such an outfit. But the hooks in her mouth forced her lips wide apart, and she couldn't speak properly and her words came out as an unintelligible mumble. She walked awkwardly in the high heels she was so unused to, and because of the straps of the fake butt rubbing her legs. She knew she looked ridiculous. She knew that everyone was going to laugh at her. And she couldn't stand it.

She tried to cover her face with her clown-gloved hands as she was forced on their little trip. Perhaps, perhaps nobody would recognise her. Please let nobody notice. As they moved into a more public area, Eponine tried to hurry her steps, to quieten her sobs so that nobody would notice her passing through.

Oh god, how she hated Harley.

[futilecycle]

Allowing himself some fresh air was about all the Doctor could do these days to keep himself sane. He had so few friends willing to talk, and fewer still he could relate to, that he spent much of the day boarded up in his own mind. The park was one of the places he came to do this, until the sound of unfortunately familiar music wafted close.

Sigma would know Eponine's stature from a mile away, and could not stop his mouth from falling. He stood from his bench, fists balled at his sides. His voice is optimistically incredulous.

"Eponine?!"

It was her, put on public display. Horrified, outrage boiling too close to the surface, Sigma marched straight up to the two of them so quickly and intensely, it may have looked as if he was preparing to punch Harley. Instead he planted both feet in their path and stared down at Eponine's captor. He had no idea what Eponine had done, but he was certain no human should ever be publicly humiliated so... it was almost torture. His voice came out in a growl, like an animal whose cub had been stolen. "That is enough! Let her go at once!"

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley looked utterly nonplussed and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"I'm sorry if this upsets you sir, but this woman has inflicted incredible emotional pain on someone as well as massive property damage. As far as punishments go this is her getting off light." She wagged a finger in his face.

"If you want it to stop then let us pass so we can get back the cat she stole and I can let her go."

[gardienne]

Eponine glanced up at her name, and her immediate horror was obvious. Papa. Her papa, seeing her like this, watching her - no! No, it was too much to bear. Her sobbing increased and she stood stock still, as if rooted to the spot. She tried to ask Harley to turn round, to let her go home, but the hooks in her mouth dug into the flesh of her cheeks and she moaned again. This was worse than Paris. This was worse than being paraded through the streets in shackles on the way to the jail. This was about the worst thing she had ever experienced.

As Sigma got closer, she simultaneously wanted to run away and to fall into his arms. But she was quite sure that Harley wouldn't let her and she didn't want the mad woman to turn on Sigma as well. So she tried to stop her tears. She tried so hard to escape into her head and pretend she was somewhere else. She truly did try.

It didn't really help.

[wantwhatiwant]

"What the fuck?" Ian was hungover and had been looking for whoever was playing loud music to tell them to shut up.

He hadn't been prepared for what he had seen, a surge of anger that anyone would do this to Eponine. To anyone really, though he might have found it amusing in some contexts. But Eponine, Eponine who he wore a mask to be confident enough to go to a club. Who really didn't need any more negative attention. He marched over to Harley. "Let her go."

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley paused for a moment to address the hungover young man with disdain. Her glasses gleamed.

"No. This girl has committed several crimes since returning to the Capitol. This is how she is being punished. Once she leads me to the location of the hostage she took then I will let her go."

She slid a hand into her pocket casually while the other held on to Eponine's leash "All things considered? I'm letting her off easy. This could be much worse then humiliating."

[wantwhatiwant]

"No this is not how she is fucking being punished." Ian told her, he had liked Harley the one time he had met her, but he had quickly changed his mind.

He reached out to try and take the clowns off Eponine's hands. "I don't know what fucked up place you come from, but this isn't happening."

"This wasn't what I wished for!"

[iflipmyhair]

Homura shouldn't have been there. Or, at least, she hadn't wanted to be there, be outside. She felt better off alone, where she could just suffer on her own.

Go outside, The Escort had insisted, grabbing her hand and dragging her. Come on, now! The more people see you, the more people will want to help you. Plus, I know just what will cheer you up!!

She didn't even bother arguing. They were going to continued prodding her, and at the moment, she hadn't the heart to really fight back.

Besides...if we can't find it, we can get you another cat.

No, she replied, her only words to them. Madoka was special. There's no one else like her...

The cat, and the human. The cat Madoka wasn't just a mere pet. She was an avatar, a representative of the human Madoka Kaname, a person she had staked her life, her soul, her very existence on saving no matter what. They were very similar, in many ways. That same gentle and very kind disposition even if it meant she could be too willing to trust, to talk to those who would do her harm. She could only hope whoever had Madoka had not done something horrible to her.... The same colors down to the eyes. The way those eyes dilated just so when Homura came into the room, just like Madoka's would light up when she had smiled.

And she'd failed her kitten. Just as she always seemed to fail the human. At least, with the human, she had her powers to go back, and try again, confident that no matter what, there was an out. There was no such promise for the cat, here--

Her dark thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as she heard the music. She didn't even realize what it was she was doing in general the past few hours, so deep in her melancholic musings as she had been, so little she'd cared about her surroundings and happenings. She stared at the two large boxes of clothing in her arms 'House of Zoo'...what...what had her Escort and her been doing? Then, came the gasp of the Escort.

Then Homura herself saw it, her jaw - and the boxes - dropping.

"Wh--Harley?"

"Wasn't it?" 83

[revvinguptheharley]

Harley turned her head sharply, they were almost to the park despite everything that had gotten in their way, but hearing Homura she grinned brightly and waved.

"Hey girl hey!" She called back. "I found the thief, now we're going to pick up Madokitty! You wanna come along?"

*shoots Kyuubey*

[iflipmyhair]

Homura didn't even hesitate. Not bothering with the boxes, she broke into a run towards the two, leaving the Escort to deal with cleaning up...whatever it was they had bought. She had no idea. She didn't care.

"But...what are you doing...!?"

*Crowd cheers*

[revvinguptheharley]

"Huh?" Harley looked as though she had completely forgotten but then looked back at poor Eponine. "Oh that! Well see, she needed to be taught a lesson, and humiliation techniques are the strongest against her. She's very proud and emotional. I figured that out from watching her confront you in the arena." She explained.

"So I prettied her up, and once we get to where she stashed your morality pet I'll let her go."

Said as casually as if Harley was discussing dinner plans.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

He comes because of the sound. He can hear it from the elevator, and although he has no love for District Nine, curiosity gets the best of him, and he hits the button when the elevator passes it. It takes several minutes to get back up there.

And when he does and leaves the door, he's outright horrified by what he sees. Not because clowns (although he does hate clowns), but because of the absolutely grotesquery of it. Howard's never been averse to publicly humiliating anyone else, but this is Eponine.

His awful, bitchy, crazy ex. His.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He takes a step forward, pushing into Harley's personal space.

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[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh hey Howie." Harley greeted him as if they were friends despite having never met him to her memory.

"Miss Frenchie here has been a bad girl, breaking and entering, smashing up my room and worst of all? Grand theft cat!" She nodded looking ominous "yeah I know right? So the only way she can really be punished is by damaging her pride. Once she leads me to the kitty I'll set her free. Hopefully a little wiser for it."

She realized that explanation had probably taken some time so she added "what floor? I 'll hit the button for ya."

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[gardienne]

Eponine kept her eyes cast right down. Being led along like this, looking like this, was already embarrassing. But now Howard was there - that horrible, hateful Howard who must absolutely loathe her for what she said to him, and has said about him, and for what she's done to Orc. He was going to laugh at her, she knew it. Her chest rose and fell beneath that awful ragged concoction that Harley had dressed her in and she tried to keep at least a little bit calm. She couldn't stop from shaking. But she would not cry in front of Howard.

She lifted up her head, and looked Howard straight in the eye. Let him laugh. She wouldn't care.

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[iselldrugstothecommunity]

But Howard's not even looking at Eponine anymore. Instead he fixes Harley with a look of absolute loathing. What right does Harley have to torment Eponine for something as petty as stealing a cat when Howard's cut Eponine slack for helping Aunamee to kidnap him, for outing him all over television, for giving him boxes of broken glass? What right does Harley have to mete out punishment?

(Harley probably wasn't even keeping the cat to eat, honestly.)

So instead of naming a floor, he pushes his hands out and shoves Harley against the elevator wall, suddenly vicious in spite of his size. "Let her go."

[iphigeneia]

Felicity may have despised Eponine, and she may have wished her ill, but she would never have wished that upon the poor wretch. Even she was not so cruel as that. Seeing (and hearing) the cacophonous and pathetic display approaching, she stood with her back pressed to the wall, utterly slack-jawed.

"What is this madness?!"

[revvinguptheharley]

"Huh?" Harley wasn't familiar with this woman but she put on her best smile and waved.

"Oh hello! This madness is known as Harley Quinn." She gestured to herself.

"That madness..." She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at Eponine "Is a selfish little girl who thinks she's hot stuff. Who steals people's beloved pets out of spite and desperation to be loved. Then she breaks into other peoples rooms, trashes the place and expects to be let off with a slap on the wrists."

She winked as if Felicity and she were sharing a funny joke.

"And they say I make bad choices."

[iphigeneia]

Fee wasn't exactly sure what to make of the explanation, if one could call it that. So she settled for gawking at the pair of them in a most unladylike manner.

"If she is a thief, why haven't you brought her to the police? Surely a month or several in a jail will cure her of her treacherous ways."

She wasn't suggesting it out of spite for Eponine, but it wasn't out of pity either. Simply, she was still baffled that this mode of public shaming had been the chosen course of action.

[revvinguptheharley]

"Oh we don't need to bother them." She waved a hand dismissively "Besides being imprisoned doesn't scare her. And neither does being physically hurt. She's past those things in her head probably because...and I'm half speculating here, she probably endured alot of both growing up. But she has alot of pride so some public shaming will do to get the message across alot more memorably. See? It's science!"

No it wasn't. But Harley was willing to claim it as such.