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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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!"

"Duh." Harley shot back with a teasing smile and patting Mindy on the head. "Some questions don't need answers. And some answers exist within. I'm not your mentor I don't have to spell it out for you."

"Dude, that just sounds like what someone full of shit says," Mindy replied, looking more than a little annoyed. "But fine. Keep your secrets. I probably will figure them out anyway."

No. The time for having a mentor, apparently, was over for her.

"Just because it's not an answer you want doesn't mean it's a shitty answer." Harley admonished tapping Mindy on the nose.

"Besides if I just gave you the answer you'd deny it. Some stubborn people only learn things on their own."

"Eh," Mindy said, shaking her head. "You're not the only one who's said something like that to me. I HATE the other person, but hearing it twice is making me wonder if there's some truth in it."

After all, Harley was starting to be one of the people closer to her. That had to count for something, right?

"Well it's not like there's anything wrong with having a strong tie to your father figure." Harley chirped. "Especially given what your dad was like. The important thing is to figure out what it means for you as a growing woman."

"Of course not. He was my only parent, and he had to play mom too, and was still able to train my ass to the best that I could be. I'm not ashamed of that. I guess...I don't need people judging him for fucking making me the best I could. I'm sick of that shit. As far as they're concerned, I'm good because I had a good teacher. That's all that matters."

"See? That's part of it." Harley snapped her fingers and pointed at Mindy. "No one said anything about judging your dad, or about how good a dad he was. You pounce on it though, extra defensive. That's part of the whole...thing." She made a circle with her finger to indicate all of Mindy.

"Again, not a bad thing, just one part of it. A part that says maybe you're always thinking that people are judging him for how you turned out. Because he's not exactly around to justify your "Unconventional upbringing" so you feel like you gotta be right there to shout down anyone who might say a word against him. All perfectly natural it's just an aspect of your person that you should recognize for what it is."

"Except its already happened," Mindy said, giving Harley a pointed you-don't-know-me look. "There's a reason me and Joel don't get along, and that's the bulk of it. Come on Harley, do you think I'd have those feelings just because? People here already show me exactly how I unnerve 'em as a kid, so they don't need to know who's to blame for me being 'broken,' got it?"

As far as she was concerned, they could stay in the dark about it too. She wasn't the person who was about to tell her life story so she could get sympathy anyway. What good would it do her? People wanted a reason to bring her down to the little kid level. She didn't mind pissing them off by not letting that happen.

"But no one was bringing it up here and now." Harley shot back giving Mindy a look that clearly said I-know-you-better-then-you-know-you.

"Your defensiveness and short temper make it harder for you to mesh with normal people. And frankly normal people are over rated. The only reason to delve deeper into why you are, who you are is that through understanding it all you can become who you want to be easier.."

Edited 2014-07-23 22:55 (UTC)

"What's your point?"

Mindy was starting to get a little of being analyzed at the moment. The look itself was enough to put her in a bad mood.

"I don't know who these people are, but you're right, I don't have to know who they are. As for me, I have more shit on my mind than thinking about why I don't tell people about dad."

There was a reason, of course. She just wasn't saying it.

"I already told you I can't give you all the answers. I've already gone a bit farther then I planned. But what can I say? I'm just extra giving like that." She giggled.

"Besides you already know why you don't tell people about him. At least you know one of the reasons. There are others but you're pretty focused."

"You have this way of saying stuff that I never know if you actually mean it or just blowing smoke up my ass," she said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, I do. Focus tends to drive me. That's something most people can figure out about me."

"That's why ya love me." Harley chirped and then added "Come on you didn't read all those books about me and not figure out that I can be annoying sometimes. It's part of my schtick."

She grinned in spite of herself. It's not that she liked annoying her friends but it was part of who she was.

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