Who| Harley and YOU! Yes YOU!
What| She's taking death pretty well considering
Where| District 9's Suite,
When| During the fireworks attack in the Arena
Warnings/Notes| None yet.


So, she had died. And it was all pretty anti-climactic too. Just Whack! Snap. Slump.

And so Harley had gotten to see that very image once she was oriented with her new home.

Perched on the sofa in panties and a long T-shirt the shameless formerly dead girl had gotten stacks of sweets and cakes set up on the table in front of her, and was mesmerized by the scenes of carnage and drama playing out on the screen in front of her.

First she had watched her own story. From arrival to end. The short bittersweet...tragically unfunny end.

...well kicking Wesker in the junk had been pretty funny.

But now she was watching the most recent event where beautiful colorful fireworks were raining hell down upon the poor remaining suckers. She let out a cheer as a little girl dove into a trash can and the explosion sent both girl and can flying down the road a little further. The girl stumbled out and kept running.

"I wonder if I should be cheering for the other guys or just people on my team..." She mused out loud.