thecapitol | The Crowning of Mindy McReady

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The Crowning of Mindy McReady

Who| Everyone ~~who's anyone.~~
What| The Crowning.
Where| A warehouse on the edge of town.
When| Starting from early evening till late into the night.
Warnings/Notes| Be sure to check the linked thread for plot purposes, even if you don't tag into it.

The party is brightly colored.

The theme, subtly, is super heroes. Boldly paints city scapes are splattered across the walls, and hallways are made to look like dingy, potentially crime ridden alleys. From the upper walkways of the warehouse, party goers can get hooked into harnesses and swing out over the dance floor. Above them, tributes and VIPS can find themselves on a clear plastic dance floor levitated above everything, looking like they're hanging in air.

Masks are passed out in plenty, and capes are easy to find, while brightly colored drinks themed around super powers are plentiful. None of them actually work, but many of the Capitol people are happy to pretend, mocking super strength or invisibility with each new beverage.

Under the dance floor a catacomb of tunnels and rooms full of obstacles is splashed with black light receptive colors. Party goers are given vests and laser guns, marked green for villains and red for heros, and set loose to hunt each other in the laser tags playground. The screens in the dance floor keep a running tally of which side is winning, displaying the players on the screens around the room, along with clips from the arenas.

About half way through the night, everyone is gathered to the main stage for a special announcement.

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"No different from Sandy being pissed about Pruna, except, you know, I killed him quick. He didn't even get a chance to face me properly. Also, a dude."

Which was why she had made sure not to meet with either of them, although Rat had given her enough of the evil eye.

"Of course I will! I'm not gonna wilt over some words and bullshit that I caused for myself! I'm a survivor for a reason!"

"Because you had to be?" Harley commented idly.

"Just don't go shutting yourself off. A lot of tough girls curl up into themselves and try to keep the rest of the world out when stuff like this happens. But you're better then that. You may not always need other people but it's better then a lifetime of surviving alone."

She scooped up a drink from a passing waiter as she seemed to love doing so much and rose it.

"To my new mentor, one of the hardest working kids I've ever met. And that includes three or four Robin's and two or three Batgirls.

"It sounds cliche now that you say it out loud," Mindy said, making a face. "But truth is truth. And if I'm real honest with myself? I guess I still only feel like I'm a third here. The last part is still back in New York, waiting for this nightmare to finish. Kinda sad, huh?"

She thought it was anyway. A part of her was still feeling shut off. But it didn't mean she would stay away from everyone. Obviously there were still people she liked.

She grinned, raising her glass. "Then to you, Harley. May you win the next fucker!"

"Not sad, just means there's still something in New York you love." Though what that was Harley didn't know.

And since it was Mindy's party she let herself get a little more vulgar then usual "Or fuck the next winner if I like em." She teased.

She didn't usually curse so bluntly but this party was about Mindy, and Mindy used curse words like they were going out of style and she needed to get them out of her system.

Oh there was. Particularly a person she would never see again.

"Dude, come on. What's the guarantee you would? Guy might be super gross. Or girl, I guess?"

She pointed to her cup. "You'd need more of these."

"Or under aged." She added tapping Mindy on the head playfully.

"Alright but only because it's your special day and I might die any day now." a laugh. "What are we drinking?" She took a sip and shuddered.

"Zesty!" She croaked.

"Oh, you wish," Mindy said, making a choking noise. "Then again, you never know what these kinky bastards are into."

And she never wanted to find out either.

"Beats me. Some super hero themed alcohol. It's not we'll get the recipe later."

Also, they all tasted the same to her. Shitty.

"You oughta try "The Harley" sometime. I'd love to see you on a sugar rush some time. Someone would probably lose an arm or something." The idea of Mindy behaving like a normal child on sugar was even more laughable then usual for Harley.

"A sugar rush? Might not be a good thing for me. Then again, I never really had a problem with something sweet, right?"

"Exactly! Besides it's not like ya gotta worry about keeping a perfect diet or nothin' anymore." Harley snickered. "I mean unless they do another mentor special arena, you can finally relax. I doubt you will but hey, stranger things have happened."

Another laugh to show it was all in good fun.

"Actually being a mentor might be better for you then ya think. I was pondering over this and I was curious. When was the last time you lived a life that didn't require daily training and always being ready for a throwdown?"

"I don't think I was ever worrying about keeping a diet though," Mindy confessed. "I work out enough where I just don't really gain much, you know? Kinda comes with the territory. I don't usually go crazy on sweets though."

Just no real to.

"Since I've been here. No one is forcing me to do that shit anyway. I do it because the last thing I wanna do is start slipping in a place where you never know what they'll throw at you to kill you."

Harley tilted her head from one side to the other thoughtfully.

"Well ya know, it is easier to keep up a habit like that when you've done it for so long. But it might be good for your spirit to break your routine for a little while. Find other things to do with the time. That'll make you appreciate it even more when you return to it."

"I was already planning on doing that," Mindy said. "If I'm going to be a mentor, I might as well take advantage of some of the perks, right? I can find some of my people and we can go crazy somewhere. There's got to be more to do in this place than just being training and being otherwise robot to the world."

"Yeah! Crazy! Now we're talking!" Harley cheered. "Then I promise to stop bringin' it up. Not that I'll have much choice. Sounds like I'm gonna be plenty busy till the arena." She chuckled.

"Whatever happens, I'm proud of ya! You set your mind to something and got it in your second arena. That's better then most of us!"

"Thank God! I don't think I can take any more lectures on trying to be a kid. It's not like I never meant to have fun: I'm just not prioritizing it when there's all this work bullshit that I have to do to."

She nodded, smiling a little. "Well. It's how I roll."

"Well obviously you gotta switch your priorities around if you want people to shut up." She snickered "Or just start hitting them."

Clearly that was the best of solutions.

"Come on, have you eaten much yet? There's some great looking little meats in the shapes of lightning bolts over there. Kinda smokey and greasy."

"I can manage both," Mindy said, smirking. "They sound fun."

They were alike that way.

"No kidding? I guess I can give that a shot. Not like there's much else to do, right?"

"Well the way I see it, there's plenty to do." Harley countered. "Laser tag, flying around on that zipline thingie. And most important, bathing in the jealousy and admiration of your peers. This night is supposed to be about you. Not those other suckers who have to go back to the arena."

She tickled at Mindy's sides.

"Stroke that ego girl! Make it big and throbbing."

"Ok, so you might have a point the-ha! Get off you psycho bitch!"

This was said with a smile, of course.

"And now you're just obscene!" Take an elbow to the chest gurl.

"Oh I'm sure I've heard you say worse you foul mouthed Oompa Loompa!" She giggled which was cut short by the elbow to her chest.

"Ooof! Watch it. If my career as a hilarious and spunky anti-hero goes down the tubes I might need my fun bags to be a porn star."

"Of course, but you're older than me! You're supposed to be responsible and setting an example and all of that other horseshit, remember?"

She did not believe a word of that.

"Dude, shut up! I can't even imagine what porn you'd even be in: they'd have to create a new category for you!"

Fun bags?

"Well of course YOU can't. How much porn have you even looked at you little deviant?"

What? They are fun!

Harley couldn't help but giggle more at the fact sponsors and some other guests were watching this back and forth with distress. Clearly they were uncomfortable with something. Either the cursing, or how frank and mature they were in subject matter.

Mindy made a face. "Enough to know its not my bag. I knew enough of it to go after some of the fuckers that were into the kid stuff, or those roofie assholes occasionally. Porn can be some pretty nasty stuff."

She could tolerate it, laugh about it but watch it? Not quite there yet.

Harley nodded sagely.

"Well good. You're mature enough to make things difficult as it is. Throw a sex drive in there and you'd totally out of control."

This from the queen of chaos.

"Your teenage years are gonna be a blood bath." She snickered waving for more drinks.

"Yeah, exactly. I mean, who needs to add more headaches to the ones I have already?"

God knew she had enough to think about. Hormones could take a backseat as long as she could ignore it.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" Ooh, fruity looking. That was safer, right?

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