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thecapitol2014-06-22 09:22 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-22 09:22 pm
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We're all gonna die party!
Who: Harley Quinn and YOU! She only invited the healthy but even sick kids can crash the party. Doctors too!
What: A rooftop party at Tribute Tower for anyone not sick and dying.
When: Week five of the arena
Where: The roof.
Harley had been relatively well behaved since the lockdown which was a surprise to herself as much as anyone. Sure she might have encouraged the hallucinations of some patients, and she may have sent get well soon cards to a few people who weren't actually sick to make them paranoid.
But all and all she had kept to herself and watched the arena with fascination.
Tonight however, with some assistance from the Tribute Tower kitchen and a team of Avox working as staff she had thrown a surprise party and was kidnapping anyone who didn't currently have a fever or a lab coat to come join her.
There were some dancing themed video games off to one side, a karaoke machine, food and music. All classics of any good capitol party. And who could ignore the giant projector screen that was displaying the arenas up to the minute footage?
Harley had even cobbled together some makeshift bubble machines using dish soap and personal fans, so the air was filled with brightly colored bubbles that bounced off peoples heads without popping. She cheerfully demonstrated that if you caught them in your mouth you could pop them with your teeth and they tasted like fruity candy juice.
As the crowd gathered on the roof Harley took the stage to inform everyone of the reason for tonights festivities. She needed no microphone to be heard.
"Hey all you miscreants, misfits, and misbegotten mongrels!" She greeted them before adding "And you too mentors." She snickered.
"So things are a little gloomy downstairs. Our fun loving tower has been turned from reality TV party house into a sick ward and it's making it a little hard for us to do what we do best." She explained.
"By which of course I mean waste time and pretend we're not all going to die again soon." she paused for laughs but continued on even if she got none.
"So lets live! Like there's no tomorrow! And if this sickness isn't stopped that could very well be a fact. Drink! Eat! Make some mistakes and sleep with someone you'll regret tomorrow! Why not Zoidberg?"
At the collective laughter or groans of disgust she sprang from the stage and the music started again.
What: A rooftop party at Tribute Tower for anyone not sick and dying.
When: Week five of the arena
Where: The roof.
Harley had been relatively well behaved since the lockdown which was a surprise to herself as much as anyone. Sure she might have encouraged the hallucinations of some patients, and she may have sent get well soon cards to a few people who weren't actually sick to make them paranoid.
But all and all she had kept to herself and watched the arena with fascination.
Tonight however, with some assistance from the Tribute Tower kitchen and a team of Avox working as staff she had thrown a surprise party and was kidnapping anyone who didn't currently have a fever or a lab coat to come join her.
There were some dancing themed video games off to one side, a karaoke machine, food and music. All classics of any good capitol party. And who could ignore the giant projector screen that was displaying the arenas up to the minute footage?
Harley had even cobbled together some makeshift bubble machines using dish soap and personal fans, so the air was filled with brightly colored bubbles that bounced off peoples heads without popping. She cheerfully demonstrated that if you caught them in your mouth you could pop them with your teeth and they tasted like fruity candy juice.
As the crowd gathered on the roof Harley took the stage to inform everyone of the reason for tonights festivities. She needed no microphone to be heard.
"Hey all you miscreants, misfits, and misbegotten mongrels!" She greeted them before adding "And you too mentors." She snickered.
"So things are a little gloomy downstairs. Our fun loving tower has been turned from reality TV party house into a sick ward and it's making it a little hard for us to do what we do best." She explained.
"By which of course I mean waste time and pretend we're not all going to die again soon." she paused for laughs but continued on even if she got none.
"So lets live! Like there's no tomorrow! And if this sickness isn't stopped that could very well be a fact. Drink! Eat! Make some mistakes and sleep with someone you'll regret tomorrow! Why not Zoidberg?"
At the collective laughter or groans of disgust she sprang from the stage and the music started again.
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That was a good question.
"Maybe...maybe I got pulled out too early. A part of me kinda just wants to watch over them, as stupid as that sounds. All I can do is send them food and first aid and hope they don't get too fucked up. But some of this shit is insane. I hardly had to deal with the monsters, and new people keep popping up."
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Listening to Mindy lament Harley nodded thoughtfully then spoke up.
"Sounds to me like you're feeling a bit ineffective. You're the type of gal who learns from experiencing things first hand. You're not a auditory or visual learner you're a kinesthetic learner. And that also means your much more comfortable taking an active role in a project rather then supervising." She waved over an avox and plucked a plate of sushi from his trey before he left again.
Popping a roll of smoked eel into her mouth she chewed and swallowed before continuing.
"But here's the thing kid, in the two arenas you were in how much did you help others, and how much were you fighting for yourself? The arenas have a way of separating you from the people you're trying to protect. Even if you team up with someone in there somehow you're still always alone. And maybe that's just because deep down we all know only one can win."
Another sushi roll into her mouth before she added "Except in my round, we had four winners but that was special."
And in her opinion, unsatisfactory.
"I mean you could always go back into the arena I suppose. Tick off the Capitol as much as that french kid did. But do you really think you'd make more of a difference in there then up here?"
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She groaned. "Oh, you are telling me. 'A little bit ineffective?' I feel like I've been fucking spayed. There was barely a rest before they threw another shitty arena down our throats, except I have to sit here talking to people ad making deals while people die or get eaten or whatever fucked up thing they throw at people. And you never know all the stories unless you're there."
Mindy reached over and grabbed a piece of salmon sashimi, savoring the taste. That always was her favorite fish, raw or cooked.
"I...well, I guess you have a point. I palled around with a few people, but in the back of my head there was all this shit, you know? I had to get a reputation, I had to go the extra mile to let them see me. I couldn't play it safe. I don't know if you guessed, but I sort of thought something was going to stop me. So it really came down to the question: how bad did I want it?"
She shook her head. "No. I'm not doing the bullshit he did. If they put me back in because they're assholes, fine. I'm not going to do it on purpose. That's not my thing."
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As for the rest of it she nodded approvingly "See you're a smart kid. You just spent all your life living one way and doing things a specific way. Now you're becoming a young woman what with the things growing and emotions and not murdering scumbags regularly."
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She groaned. "See, YOU get it. If I were to say this to anyone else they'd look at me like I was crazy. And having to stay and have the 'feels' fucking sucks."
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"Oh you are crazy." She corrected "But it's the manageable type. Because you know what you should do and you know what you want to do. It's just a matter of deciding what's more important to you." Harley reasoned and then added "Personally I prefer doing what you want. There's no reason all the responsibility should be on your shoulders."
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"Oh, you've known that for awhile Harley," Mindy said, waving her hand. "But as for what I want, that would probably land me into custody. I'll settle for what makes me feel good. Lately that's been hanging with you and a lot of friends that are my age. Who knew that I could actually act my age?"
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Raising her glass she toasted "To not thinking so hard, so much or so often. Life's short so move fast."
And while the toast seemed to contradict itself in it's message, Harley paid it no mind.
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But Mindy had no problem toasting Harley and then taking a casual drink, laughing a little.
"I don't think Eva would appreciate the contradiction of your message."
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"Eva doesn't appreciate most of the things I do. Or if she does she doesn't show it." She sighed. "But I'm used to that."
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Where no fucking peacekeeper got in her business. As long as she was wishing for shit that wouldn't happen, she wanted her daddy back.
"It would be fantastic if I knew what the fuck WAS going on in her head. These days, who knows?"
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"Just keep your eyes and ears open. I'm sure you'll get the chance to stretch your legs sooner or later."
As for Eva Harley ran her finger along the rim of her drink, "As for Eva...well I think it would do her some real good to get out of her head once in awhile. But she can't do that unless she trusts us."
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She rolled her eyes. "Like that will happen. She doesn't even room in the same fucking."". space as the other tributes, and then there's the history. If anything, we're the ones that have to trust HER."
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"Desperation makes strange bedfellows. And there's no one stranger then the mentors of D9. When things get hairy she'll do what she thinks is best and maybe that means finally working with us. Until then we have our tributes and each other. If she decideds she wants to join the fun team then she's welcome."
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"Like I have time for that. She might mask that however she wants, but she's just afraid. In the long run, that shit's going to cost her, and if she needs us, she'll have to consider we might not trust her ass either."
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"Well what else you got going on little miss social life? You don't have time? You can't even leave the tower." She teased.
"If that's how it all shakes out so be it. I may be smart but I'm no psychic, I can't figure out why she does what she does without talking to her properly."
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She shrugged. "I have no idea. As it is, we didn't start out on the best terms anyway so of course I'm uncertain."
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"Maybe if I could convince her to sit down for five minutes I could even fix her realtionship with you. But that would require her to care enough to bother."
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She nodded. "You can see why I'm not falling over myself to do that. I'm not known for trying to go out of my way to get someone to like me. I'm also not so stupid that I would be as hard to find and reclusive as Eva. That's not going to help anyone in the long run."
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A lie, but a believable lie. This place had stopped being fun for Harley when Ivy was taken from her again, but it was fun enough she could continue on without dropping her wild and free attitude for even a moment. It was a secret she hadn't shared with anyone and probably wouldn't. Because what good would it do?
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She hated to admit it, but with making friends, she missed them when they were gone.
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All kids deserve a fun filled childhood, but somehow he had turned explosions and fighting into serious business. Sure she'd live longer that way but Harley simply could not approve.
"This city is as close to paradise as you can get without having any freedom. You might as well make the most of it since we're all gonna die soon enough anyway. Sooner if the big brains can't figure out this plague non-sense. "
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"Oh THAT. No, I'm sure they'll figure that shit out. You can't entertain the masses if they're dying for real. But I'll die a billion times before I call this place 'paradise.'"
Not with what happened to Guy and Ian and Pruna. Fuck that.
"But no more serious talk. We wanna enjoy ourselves, might as well! What have you got to drink that's bubbly?"
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For the humor of it of course.
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"Jesus, shit! It's good, but it has a kick!"
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