thecapitol | Living inside the shell

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Living inside the shell

Who| Mindy, open
What| The victor returns to the Capitol.
Where| Various Places
When| After being patched up
Warnings/Notes| Mindy, so foul language and descriptions of violence.

After the last few weeks, it was a breath of fresh air to be back in the Capitol. It was not something she would have easily admitted to herself, but at least here there was a sense of ease, knowing that she didn't have to be watching her back for death.

Mostly.

It was strange too. She almost felt alien, coming back here with the win. Death had at least made her an equal: now she was an object, to be striven for or hated or stared at or asked questions to. The crowing would come soon enough, she knew that, and what a pain that would be. Words to say,things to plan, and really, all she wanted was to make sure all her friends were all right. certain ones would hare her now, of course, but that was expected. She had, after all, let the games' nature affect her.

She was more than happy to be restored though: all the bleeding and the aching had taken a toll on her, and she was ready for aching she at least only inflicted on herself. There were several ways of going through with this.

1. The Training room. It was always Mindy's "go to" place, and even now there was no reason not to go. She was aware of the stares and the whispers, but she ignored these: after all, she'd come here last time after her defeat, why should her victory be any different? Mindy is hard at work on the treadmill, looking to see if she can increase her speed. There was a lot to think about, and this was the perfect way to NOT have to do that right now. Cut everyone out, hear some mindless music, run like the wind. Easy.

2. Eventually though, there's a place she needed to go: over to District 12, at the top tower to see Sandy. She hated, more than anything, to apologize or even explain herself unnecessarily but in this case it was needed. Sandy wasn't just some girl to her: she was one of the first friends she made, and after what she'd done, she needed to at least talk to her about it. The girl might not listen or care, but Mindy still needed to explain herself. She might run into anyone in District 12 though.

3. In her own tower, she made the unwise choice of attempting to sleep. After that, she thought a mushroom trip might have been more peaceful. Now she just had visions of the worse things in the Arena: beheading, throat slitting, bombs going off, and all of the dead looking at her as if she were the cause. It was pretty gory, and Mindy had awoken wide eyed and breathing hard. So anyone in the Tribute tower, especially in her District, can see the girl sitting in the room now, oversized shirt on, watching a replay of the games, almost glassy eyed.

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"I could give five shits what Eva thinks," Mindy said. "You're fun. We could use a little bit of that in my opinion."

"I'm a good distraction." She commented peacefully. "Playful and fun and easy to disregard afterwards."

Which also meant easy to forget in some cases, but she'd like to think she was above that...she hoped.

"Nah, I wouldn't disregard you," Mindy said, laying her head on the girl's shoulder a moment. "That sounds stupid, like you don't matter. It's bullshit."

Harley grinned and her smile gleamed wickedly in the dim light of the TV.

"The people who matter don't care. And the people who care don't matter...or something like that. I have my girls, you among them. That's all that matters to me. Making you and them happy."

Mindy nodded, looking at the TV.

"If you can get stronger, you can do this. I mean, come on, you're Harley Quinn. I kind of wanted to have you as a sidekick. You were pretty freaking awesome."

She had, like, secret guns everywhere.

That was enough to take her by surprise and make her burst out laughing.

"Really?! You know who I usually work with right? Would I have to change my theme? What kind of crimes would we be committing?" It was hilarious to imagine given her age. But Harley figured if anyone could boss her around at that age it was probably this kid.

"The Joker, yeah. I mean, we could fight and kill enemies and all of that, just, you know, without doing all that fucked up shit Joker does, like tearing off his skin and shit like that."

Because seriously, what the fuck?

"He did what now?" Harley looked puzzled at that last comment.

"Well alright...but only if it's still fun. What's your favorite three ways to kill a chump?" She offered to test her new "Boss"

"Yeah, you know, when he had the guy ripped off the skin of his face and then sewing it on, you know? Fucked up."

She raised an eyebrow. "Well, you could disembowel them, electrocute their balls, uh, put them in a car smasher, um, gulliotine...I guess I don't have a top three?"

Harley tilted her head looking even more puzzled. "I don't remember that one...maybe it happened later?" She looked genuinely concerned for his well being...of course she did.

But the rest of that made her laugh "Oooo I haven't done a car smasher yet! What was it like?"

"Dude, he did it on purpose, its THE JOKER. He just looked way way more fucked up. He did some pretty fucked up shit to you that you're better off not knowing about too."

She grinned. "Pretty satisfying. There's this CRUNCH, and then a this blood. It's pretty perfect."

Harley felt her insides get twisted at the thought and lamented the lose of her puddin's beautiful face.

Still Mindy's excitement over the car crusher made Harley grin wickedly. "I bet! Don'tcha love how big tough guys get this high pitched cry when you break a bone really badly?"

"Oh dude, it is perfect, you have no idea. Broken bones, please, I go for limbs. Really knows how to get them to get the fuck away from you."

"Well yeah of course. Plus if you REALLY break a leg or an arm good enough it'll never totally heal. They'll have to find a nice peaceful easy job...that is if you let them live later." A cackle.

"But if we're gonna work together you gotta have a psychotic laugh." Because who cares what time of night it is?

"Yeah, trust me, I know. That's what they got for making bad life decisions."

Hell, she already knew what it was like to lose, doing what she did.

"I have a plenty psychotic laugh," she said. "You'll hear it if I ever kill someone I don't like."

Harley licked her lips in anticipation "OK, let's take that snobby mentor you hate, you know whats her name? Sunshine? How would you kill her and how would you laugh while you did it?"

Mindy made a face. "Oh, that bitch Azula. I'd take off broke her legs and have her hobble around the Capitol. She should know what its like to be in the have nots in that place."

Harley's laughter was delighted and cheerful despite the situation. "Maybe make her wear rags too. She always acts really high and mighty if you ask me. She could stand to be taken down some pegs. I mean really is she so great? Nah!"

Mindy nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. Now if you want to really bother her though, you would have gotten to Diana. I'm glad I'm not THAT kind of person."

Harley looked curious and then thoughtful "Diana...Diana...oh! That girl she was hiding out with in the jungle arena? Looked like she was detoxing or something and that dark haired girl was looking after her. Seemed kinda sweet really. If I remember, Azula threw herself on a bomb to save Diana."

Harley had actually gotten to enjoy that little show while hiding out in the bunker near where she had been camped out in the arena.

"I wish someone had thrown a bomb at her," Mindy muttered. "Sorry, having a problem thinking that stone cold bitch has any feelings after she set a trap to tear off my leg and tried to off me, then left me to die after I took her eye."

"Aw what a cry baby." Harley snickered. "All you did was take her eye. She could have at least stayed to finish you off."

Shaking her head she continued to giggle.

"All I'm sayin' is how I know who Diana is. She made sure the mentor-who-shall-not-be-named got through some detox, and the mentor died for her. Is that why ya went after her in the final round?"

"Better that she didn't. I would have probably gotten into shock after that. Losing your eye is pretty fucking painful though."

Mindy shook her head. "She was one of the last ones. Far as I knew, she still had to be taken out, right?"

"So call it a mercy kill." Harley joked twirling her ponytail around her fingers.

"Now you get to put that all behind you and focus on making the rest of us stronger. Especially the ones you like."

"It's not one I thought too much, only because I've killed people I know and felt worse."

She rolled her head back. "Oh come on Harley. You know how I'll be when this is all over."

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