thecapitol | Heroes, queens and survivors, oh my! [Partially-open]

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Heroes, queens and survivors, oh my! [Partially-open]

Who| Clementine, Steve Rogers, Dave Strider, Elsa to start and then open to all members of district 9.
What| Clem goes to see Steve and a case of slumber party breaks out in the District 9 suite
Where| District 9 suite
When| Pre-D3 bombing announcement
Warnings/Notes| Hold onto your butts, things are gonna get cute.

[Clementine finds out that Steve is out of the arena pretty soon after she comes down off the roof, her head feeling a lot clearer for the fresh air. The screens are doing highlights of deaths so far and she see's... well, there's no need to linger on the details.

It's easy to go up to District 9 past 6 and knock on the door. Far more appealing than going back to her own empty room. She wants to check on her friends and be amongst company rather than alone with her thoughts. It's not just Steve she knows here either, there's Dave who's also out of the arena by now.]

[[ooc: Make your own threads or join others, everyone after the initial group of four will come in to find a gigantic pillow fort in the works and they are free to add to its construction. Any cute slumber party activities (movies, popcorn, truth or dare etc.) are game! ~~Flower crowns are approved for everybody.~~ Have fun!]]

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"That's what you would do...or maybe would, I don't know who you get in bed with ya. But you still have the advantage of being hot looking and fucking of age. You can hit on whoever you want. If I did what you said, I'd look desperate as shit and be kind of gross. Nevermind it'd be in the fucking Capitol tabloid to exploit their bullshit more. Swag I have in abundance. Age and tits I don't."

Harley waved a hand dismissively.

"Like you care what other people think. And it's not like you gotta take it to a gross level. Just find someone a year or two near you and cuddle and smooch. It worked for those girls from District 12 and people love them. They got T-shirts and everything."

"I don't care, I just don't like people talking abut me period. It's annoying. Bad enough I get all this attention being one of the youngest."

She laughed. "Right, me, the viper? Who the hell is going to be cuddling up and smooching my ass?"

"You're hardly a viper." Harley corrected her tapping her on the nose. "You're more like a badger. And I never said smooching your ass that goes back to you being worried about coming off as weird. But I bet you'd be a great cuddler if you found the right person." Here Harley planted a hand on Mindy's head and tousled her hair.

"Ya gotta do something to keep yourself entertained around here."

"Well you would know better than anybody. I think I did wind up falling asleep on you a month back." She hadn't remembered much about that day, but it had been good to have Harley around. She'd been pretty comforting for once.

"Wait, a fucking badger? Seriously? What the hell do they do?"

That earned Mindy a wicked grin from Harley.

"Badgers may look like some kinda cross breed between a dog, a cat a bear and a skunk, but they're like one of the biggest bads in the forest. Nobody messes with badgers. Not snakes or foxes or even dogs. Badgers are content to do their own thing but if you cross their lines they'll rip you to pieces." She explained.

"I guess you'd know then. You know I'm a city girl so I don't know shit about animals like that. It does sound like me here, though. If I was free to do whatever the hell I wanted, I'd be more like a wolverine."

No relation to the comic book character of course.

If Harley knew of wolverine she might comment that Mindy really is like a short, hairy, Canadian in a young girls body. But that's a joke for another universe. In the mean time she just offers her thumbs up.

"Whatever animal gets you through the woods. I prefer monkeys and dogs myself. Loyal and fun loving. They can still mess you up but it's funnier when a monkey does it."

Mindy would likely have not known how to take being compared to a overplayed guy with a short fuse, but hell, at least it was more original than comparing her to Punisher.

"I'm more of a cat person myself. They're chill and quiet, then you cross them and their claws come out and they rip you to fucking shreds."

"Uh huh, you sure it's not just because cats are more independent and capable of taking care of themselves?" Harley teased "Or perhaps it's because cats always act so aloof and proud that they can pretend they don't actually have all those soft squishy feelings that get in the way of being a bad ass hunter."

The parallels were a little uncanny.

"That pretty much goes without saying," Mindy said, rolling her eyes. "One of the best things about cats is that they can be all domestic and sweet, and go and cut out something's throat with the span of a few seconds. Dogs, you train them to be nice, they're nice, and they'll bite the shit out of someone hurting you. Cats, they make do."

Just like her. Lovely.

"But yeah, that last part too."

Harley chuckled and brought a hand up to pet the top of Mindy's head.

"Good kitty. Go enjoy the Slumber party."

"Purr," she said said to Harley, giving the girl a wink.

"You know, with training I could totally be the next Catwoman. What do you think?"

Harley considered it for a moment and shook her head.

"Nah, you like guns too much and you don't care about sparkly shiny baubles. You could fake it for awhile but the spirit of the thing would be off."

Not a bad thing really, just being objective for a change.

Mindy groaned, but she had a point. She didn't like to steal stuff so much as she liked blowing shit up anyway.

"Well damn. Out of curiosity, who AM I more like, back where you're from?"

Harley had to consider this for a moment running through a long list of heroes and villains in her memory. Some she had encountered personally, some she'd only heard of.

"Maybe the newest Robin. He's pretty brutal, I hear he uses a sword and only avoids killing people because he's devoted to Bats. I guess you could be a pretty good league of assassins brat. They don't care much for guns either."

"Robin? Ergh. I mean, maybe the Miller version before he went nuts, maybe? That girl Carrie or whatever. That could work."

Who was new Robin these days anyway?

"Yeah, but you know not caring for guns is a no-no for me, right Harls?"

Harley looked amused and shrugged.

"Yeah...I dunno who or what you're talking about so as long as your happy."

She rolled her eyes at the stipulation.

"I've seen you fight with blades. You'd get by. Guns are nearly useless in my world anyway. No one ever seems to hit anything with guns unless you're at point blank range and the moment needs to be dramatic."

Typical, but nothing she could do about that.

"Are you kidding? No one can actually make their shot? That's just....well, just weird anyway. But by now, yeah, you're right. I can get by without needing guns. Never get the opportunity to lately though."

"Well there's some villains, like Deadshot or Deathstroke...AHA!" She snapped her fingers "I dunno why I didn't think of it sooner! You're like Deathstroke's daughter Ravager. She still doesn't use guns much but she knows how. Plus she's got that whole daddy thing you have that you say you don't have and she fights with all kinds of blades from what I've seen."

Harley's interaction with the girl was limited at best and only through rumors and TV reports. But the truth could not be denied she was one of the closest to Mindy.

"Now that's more like it!" Mindy grinned, looking a little evil there. "I have the blades and...wait, what the fuck are you talking about with the daddy shit?"

No, she could totally see that. She was murderous and crazy and, shit, she could relate to that.

"You've a bit of a complex. It's perfectly natural given our unnatural situation." Harley teased sauntering away to the kitchen area to get another fizzy soda for herself.

"You're kind of a bitch, Harley!" Mindy called out, shaking her head. She did that on purpose, not answering her question. She followed her nonetheless.

"Only kind of? Then by the standards of being a mentor I'm falling behind." She teased. "Most of us mentors are one kind of bitch or another." She observed sipping her fresh beverage.

Thinking of herself, Mindy nodded her head. "Ok, so maybe we're both bitches. That still doesn't answer my question!"

God I love the Cage face icon!

Don't we all?

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