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3 Spoons of Suga - SEMI OPEN!

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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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.

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.

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."

"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.

"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.

Eponine groaned as Harley's weight bore down on her. She had tried to cover her face even as the blow came - but no, it caught her full, and she shouted out. Tears started at her eyes and began to trickle down her cheeks. She covered her face with her arms then, just to make sure that Harley would find it difficult to get her there again, and to hide those tears that made her so ashamed. She didn't want to show any weakness to Harley.

"GET OFF ME. LEAVE ME BE. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT."

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

Edited 2014-02-25 22:17 (UTC)

"Sure you don't." Harley sauntered back to her door shutting it and locking it. Of course staff could get in or someone smart with electronic locks but that would give Harley the time she needed.

"Except that you called me Madam, and only you frenchie tributes say that. And out of all the frenchies still alive in the arena after Homura, you're the only one pathetically needy enough to steal someone's cat. Not to mention you hated her already. I'm no batman but I'm not an idiot like you."

Eponine was on her feet as soon as Harley removed her foot, looking anxiously in the mirror to see if the kick to her face had damaged her nose or her teeth. She didn't want to lose any more. At least there didn't seem to be permanent damage: just what was sure to be a black eye, and some bruising about her cheeks. She frowned as Harley reeled off her evidence. Eponine had hoped that it wasn't quite so obvious as that. But still, she decided to brazen it out.

"Well, fine. Fine, I took the cat. But she DESERVES not to have it, that Homura. She turned me into a MURDERER. She took the only thing that I had that was good about me and she took it. So I have her cat. It is only fair. You might kick me as much as you like, but I shan't give it back."

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.

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!"

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."

"Shut up." Harley swung the sock full of oranges again.

"It isn't your call to say who deserves happiness. To even try makes you as bad as the Capitol you little brat. She didn't make you do anything. You did it to yourself. It was your choice to engage her. Your choice to keep listening when she started harassing you and your choice to attack. You didn't have to kill her. It was barely even self defense."

And even if Harley was biased, it didn't matter to her. This wasn't about justice this was about revenge now.

Eponine shouted again as the sock made contact, and she started to back away from Harley. It was her aim to get to the door and escape.

"She-" oh god , as Harley carried on, Eponine could feel her mind going blank. She couldn 't - didn 't want - to think about it.

"She made me - she called me - oh god, she was going to kill him - she goaded me - oh god, let me go!"

"He was going to die anyway you bimbo." Harley sighed and swung the oranges idly at her side. "You made the choice to fight back. You could have just died and come back here but you decided to be the bitchy little murderer that you became. And then you stole her cat. You're your own worst enemy."

A pause and then she smirked. "Well at least you were. Then you pissed me off."

Eponine shook her head, just a little too quickly, just a little bit too desperately, when Harley spoke.
"I didn't. I didn't mean to kill her. I... oh, God forgive me, I didn't. She came at me. She - she was going to kill him."

She bent down, picking up a piece of plant pot from the floor. That would do. Better than nothing.

"I'm not afraid of you. I have met people worse than you by far, Madame."

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.

Harley's smirk became a jagged smile of gleaming white teeth. It was so wide it threatened to split her face in half.

"Oh honey, you don't know the first thing about me."

She swung the sock again but this time twirled after it in a tornado of color aiming the oranges for her hand while a foot lashed out at her leg.

"But I'm learning SO MUCH about you."

"I know that you are rude, Madame!" But that was about all she had time to deal with as the onslaught came. It occurred to Eponine that this woman could quite easily murder her, and that she would not be revived this time. It was quite reassuring, really.

She squealed as the oranges hit the shard away from her hand, and she fell with an umph as Harley's leg caught her own, that Eponine had tried to kick out with, and made her overbalance.

"Fine." She lowered her voice. "Fine. Kill me, Madame. End it now."

"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."

Harley sighed and drew an orange from the sock, squeezing it till it burst and sticky orange juice dripped onto Eponine.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? You're so miserable you want to die but you don't have the nerve to do it yourself. So you get people like that poor boy R to do it for you."

Throwing the pulp aside she knelt down meeting Eponine eye to eye.

"You know he's in love don't you? But unlike you when he doesn't get what he wants he doesn't blame anyone but himself. Then he picks himself up and shuffles along. Ain't that a kick? A corpse has more maturity then you."

In preparation for her confrontation, and hoping to get some idea of where she might have hidden the cat, Harley had studied arena recordings. The mental and emotional problems this girl flaunted were fascinating to her more professional mind.

"Leave me alone." She flinched away from the juice, sitting up as it became obvious that Harley wasn't planning to hit her again. Eponine squirmed as Harley continued, as she called her out on her behaviour, and finally hid her face against her knees. What Harley was saying was all perfectly true. She was miserable, pathetic, cowardly, immature. She was all of those things and more - much worse.

Eponine's shoulders began to shake as she fought to hold back her tears. She couldn't show this awful girl how upset she was.

"Leave me BE! Leave me - you know NOTHING of my life, Madame. Nothing. Perhaps if you had lived it, you should want to die. Perhaps you would just want somebody - anything who just loved you, no matter what. Perhaps it should matter to you. Perhaps you'd already be dead. Just... leave me. Please."

Harley shook her head gently but did not retreat.

"Perhaps, and perhaps if I'd lived you life I would cry and snot and snivel feeling sorry for myself every day. But that doesn't change the fact that what you did was wrong. And I bet if you take a good hard look at your life, at everyone and everything bad that you blame on others? You'll realize that you still made the bad choices that got you where you are today."

Reaching out she cupped the girls face in a firm grip.

"There's someone out there just for you. Someone who will love you no matter how terrible you are. Do you want to know the two secrets to finding them?"

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."

Eponine tried to jerk her face away from Harley's fingers, but found that she was unable to. She had to sit there and listen as Harley implied that she was wicked, that she snotted and snivelled and everything else.

She said nothing, though. Not a complaint passed her lips. Rather, she pursed her lips and spat at Harley.

"Yeah, the person for me is every bit as bad as I, and he will kill me, unless the executioner catches him first. That is who I am destined for. I know it as well as you do. Now let me GO."

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