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who:Eponine and Harley
what: Eponine's been kicked out of the D3 suites and Jessica's infected her with the plague. Harley just likes to wind Eponine up when she's down.
Where:: Starting at the bins behind the Tribute centre where Eponine's currently living and moving on to explore the Capitol.
When: At some point after Eponine's network tantrum and her subsequent 'fight' with Jess.

WARNINGS: Millions: blood, sickness, bins, kidnapping, Harley, mentions of murder and possible mentions of being eaten by a zombie.

Eponine feels awful. Her head's spinning. She can barely open her eyes. When she stands up straight, she sways on her feet, and when she walks, she staggers.

Since her argument with Jessica, she's been feeling steadily worse. It was that Jessica, though, coughing purposely in her face so that Eponine caught this dreadful illness.

She shifts uncomfortably, and coughs into the sleeve of her oversized jumper, leaving a streak of red there. The bin bags beneath her shift and squeak, and Eponine tries her best to ignore it. She just wants to sleep.

She rolls over , tipping herself off the little mattress of bin bags that she had dragged from the dumpster to create a bed.

At least the concrete seems cooler than the bags for the time being. Eponine closes her eyes.

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"Well well well well well, what do we have here?"

The high pitched voice that lingers in the back of Eponine's ear ringing like a bell. Harley Quinn has appeared in the entrance to the alley wearing a surgical mask with lip stick on it. She's clad in her doctors jacket and glasses looking down at Eponine.

"Just how sorry for yourself do you feel? On a scale of one to ten?"

That voice. Eponine struggles into a sitting position, squinting down the alley at Harley. Eponine's looking a bit worse for wear: she's not washed in two weeks, her hair's a tangle of knots and her clothes are stained with dirt and the blood she's coughing up.

"What do you want, Madame. Just... oh, can't you just go away and leave me be?

"Now where's the fun in that?" Harley chuckled and danced closer and tried to drag her to her feet.

"Besides clearly you aren't taking care of yourself. What's the matter stinky? Finally hating yourself so much you can't sleep in a real bed?"

Eponine let herself be heaved to her feet: it's easier than protesting. She swayed unsteadily, clutching Harley for support.

"Don 't call me so." Is there use in protesting? Probably not.

"Jessica threw me out. Mindy gave me a bed but Jessica gave me the plague. I did not wish to spread it. Is that well with you?"

"Pft." Harley snorted under her mask and hefted Eponine up into the nearby dumpster.

"Jessica can't throw you out dummy. She's your mentor but she doesn't own the tower. Just go back and if she hassles you the peacekeepers will set things right."

It was almost laughable that Eponine was trying to protect people from herself.

"And if you're sick you need a doctor. Seriously what do they teach you french girls? Lucky for you? I'm technically a doctor."

"I shan 't go where I'm not wanted." Eponine replied grumpily. She was trying to do something right, something not selfish for once , and this was how she was repaid? She sighed.

"I don 't want you. I will be well soon."

She went to slide down from the bin so that she could run off .

"Not if you're sleeping in a grubby alley you won't be. This may be the capitol, but this is still an alley.

As Eponine tried to escape Harley shoved against the dumpster and set it rolling towards the entrance to Eponine's temporary home. By the time it rumbled out onto the sidewalk Harley was perched on it with the poor sick girl and was using a pipe to push off the ground and build up some speed. The entire thing gave a hard bang as it slid off the curb and into the street.

Unfortunately this street was on a hill, they were rolling now.

"You are such a sob story you know that? You need to reinvent yourself. Have you ever thought about becoming a dancer or a acrobat?"

Eponine stopped trying to climb down as soon as she realised the bin was moving.

"What are you doing? Are you mad?"

She clutched onto the sides so determinedly that her knuckles began to turn white. She was definitely more than a little bit scared, and between her shouts and her pleas for Harley to stop the bin, she definitely wasn't listening to Harley's questions.

"Make it stop! We shall crash! Make it stop! Harley!"

Harley threw back her head laughing manically.

"Of course I'm mad! Haven't you been paying attention? I'm totally nuts!"

As the dumpster began to pick up speed Harley sprang to her feet keeping perfect balance.

"Funny how you're so careless about how you live your life, but the minute your life is threatened suddenly it has value to you. If you wanna live so badly why are you letting yourself die in the gutter?"

"But -" Eponine looked over the side quickly. To her, it felt as if they were rolling along at one hundred miles an hour: she had barely ridden in a carriage before or even in a car so she was quite unused to the sensation.

"I -" She had no answer to Harley's question, though. She coughed again, and bent her head to wipe the spot of blood away from her lips.

"I am not dying." She replied eventually. "I am just... there's nowhere else to go."

Cars were honking their horns as pampered Capitol citizens wrenched control away from their automatic driving systems so they could pull out of the way. The buildings were whipping by them in a blur now.

"Didn't you hear? This plague is officially fatal now. Like, that really handsome guy? You know the healthy kid Finnick? Yeah! He totally died because of the same cough that you're trying to pretend you don't have. And as irritating as you are I don't want you dead you little pain in the butt."

Eponine wasn't looking any more. She was sat in the bin, still holding on tight, with her eyes squeezed firmly shut.

"He's DEAD? Of... of this? But - no! It's but a cold. You're lying to me? If you do not want me dead, why are you trying to kill me now?" She screamed out.

"Aw Eppy oh Nine. If I wanted ta kill ya? You'd be dead already." Kneeling down yet still keeping her balance Harley gently pet Eponine on the head.

"Besides Eva would be cross with me if I killed ya. And I like my mentor even if she doesn't like...well anyone really. She loves you though so that's something."

They hit a speed bump that set the Dumpster flying two feet off the ground for about twenty feet before it hit hard and bounced. Harley actually flew off her feet but snagged the end of the dumpster to keep from falling off.

From here she kicked her feet against the side of the runaway trash receptical and actually managed to steer it around some traffic.

Eponine was too busy screaming to notice what Harley was doing. The poor girl was absolutely terrified: she'd never travelled anywhere so fast in her life, and when the bin hit the ground again, she ended up sprawled over the bin bags. From there, she didn't bother to move, and instead moaned quietly into the binbags,

"Stop. Oh God, please make it stop, I'll do whatever you like. Just... stop. Please."

"Hmm...well since you asked so nicely."

Whatever Harley was doing on the outside, the dumpster spun wildly, skidding to a stop and knocking over a lamp post as it bumped against the curb.

The Duo had found themselves at a park where some hovering carriages were waiting to take them anywhere else in the city they wanted...for a price.

Harley's head popped up over the bin and offered Eponine a hand. "Funny what a little near death experience will do to change someone's mind." she chuckled.

Eponine shrieked once more as the bin crashed to a stop, and she was once more launched across the bin bags. When she was quite sure that the bin had stopped, she sat up carefully, shivering just a little bit. It was with some dread that she began to realise exactly what she had promised Harley in her fright. Cautiously, she sat up.

"Where are we going?' She took Harley's proffered hand, despite every instinct screaming at her not to do it. Could this get any worse.

Harley just grinned wickedly and helped her out of the bin.

"Crazy!" She declared happily "And now you're along for the ride!"

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When in reality it seemed that Harley had other plans in mind.

The New Image Day Spa staff were all clad in rubber gloves and face masks as they led the girls into a room where they would enjoy a soothing hydro massage in a shower before being sent to an open air hot springs style bath.

"Please do not cough blood into the bath." One of them instructed as she closed the door. Harley shamelessly began stripping and stashing her clothes in a bin. "They even wash the clothes for us. What a kick right?"

Eponine wrapped her arms tight about her waist, holding her filthy jjumper tight to her. She watched Harley, completely gobsmacked, for a minute, before averting her eyes.

"What is this place? Is it prison?" Eponine stared after the staff members' retreating backs. "Has someone found... but...please, Madame... I do not want to lose my clothes."

Harley's laughter echoed louder then the shower water hitting the floor.

"Prison? Seriously? Have you ever been to a prison before? They aren't this clean or nice smelling." She rolled her eyes.

"This is a spa! How have you lived in the Capitol longer then me and you've never been to a spa? Come on get naked. Those clothes smell like butt and they look like you got them out of the dumpster we rode to get here."

"I have been to prison, Madame." Eponine replied quietly. "The ones I know are not like this... but then, the Capitol is nicer than Paris. But the people with the gloves - they use different gloves in the jail, but they use 'em. I thought... well. But no."

Still, she made no move to begin stripping. "It is not so well to do this. It is not nice to be naked with a lady, Madame." She shivered again, suddenly chilled.

"You'd rather there be boys in here?" Harley sighed and punched a button on the wall causing a privacy screen between them.

"I for one find it nice to be naked around people. Not all people of course but it's hard to find some bad looking boys and girls around this city."

"It's normal, innit?" Eponine sighed in relief as the screen went up, and slowly began to struggle out of her jumper and pinafore dress.

"That's what they think we're here for, men. To look at and touch and stuff. It ain't nice but it's normal, innit? But ladies... no. They ain't supposed to be interested, are they?"

"Bah!" Harley dismissed. "That's the old way of thinking. That's what men want you to believe. Because alot of girls would be much more comfortable cuddling with a soft curvy woman." She explained while her silhouette shampooed her hair. The soups were made of something strong to clear out the allergies and help Eponine breath better. Lovely scents of flowers filled the shower. Meanwhile the alternating jet patterns of the nozzles massaged tense muscles in her back.

"The thing is girl it's all in your brain meat." She tapped her head though Eponine could only see the outline. "Somewhere in your brain is the part that controls who and what you are attracted to. And it develops as you grow. Some people prefer the company of men, some people prefer the company of women. Some, like me, like both! And some don't like any at all." She went on.

"So take a long hard look at your life and think about the people in it. Who were you most comfortable around? Who were you most attracted to and why? What about them made you want to be with them all the time and forever."

Some more of Dr. Quinnzel's patented psychology at work.

Eponine undressed cautiously, half afraid that Harley was waiting for her to strip and then suddenly lower the partition and laugh at her. She knows she looks bad: she always does when she's Parisian- fresh. Her bones jut out from beneath her skin; her hips and her collar bone and even her spine, making her look angular. Her stomach's hollow, and her skin has an awful grey-ish tinge of malnourishment to it.

She steps into the shower quickly, content to let Harley chatter on with herself. Eponine helps herself to shampoo, liberally spreading it in her hair to try to ease the knots out. It's a long slog, but she finds she doesn't mind. Between the hot water and the massaging jets and the strong shampoos clearing her nasal passages, Eponine was beginning to feel much better than she had in a long time.

After a while, she sat down in her shower, hunching her legs back up and just letting the spray soothe her aching head.

"I do not know who I am attracted to any more. I thought I loved Marius, you know? But I do not think that is right, really. Or Orc. And Howard... he told me I loved him. And then he said that he does not love me after all. I do not know... I do not know who to love. Perhaps I am not to love any body."

"That's quitter talk!" Harley protested as her silhouette appeared to be doing some kind of advanced yoga moves.

"There's someone out there for everyone." She continued "Across the stars and in multiple universes. The trick is you have to be ready for them when they come. You have to be happy, healthy and whole...or as close to it as anyone can get." She cackled.

"After all I'm not all there and I've got someone special in my life." She sighed happily.

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Haha - love it!

Nothing can ever be easy with either of them :P

Re: Nothing can ever be easy with either of them :P

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