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Cellblock Tango Redux

The holding facilities have been modified since the last time the prisoners were held there. There are roughly twenty or so holding cells, ten on either side of a long hallway, facing across from one another. The cells themselves are rather spacious, but they've been divided into smaller sub-cells with a forcefield acting as a barrier. Up to four prisoners can be housed in one of these smaller cells.

Those who never made it out of the prison have been branded and are housed in these cells beginning on Friday night. They can verbally communicate with each other, but physical contact is restricted. And remember, your words and actions are under constant surveillance by Peacekeepers.

Those who escaped and were recaptured will be put into cells in this same cellblock. They will not be branded, but instead will be cuffed.

All characters will be occasionally removed from their individual cells and taken elsewhere for interrogation. Some will be injured. Others will not. There does not seem to be much rhyme or reason to who is physically punished and who is not.

The guards are even less friendly than they were before. Now they are armed to the teeth and there are even more of them. There are K9 units posted at either end of the hallway at all times. Privacy is a thing of the past, but at least it's not forever. Right? Right?

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She couldn't help but cast a lazy eye in Susannah's direction before answering.

"You can't control everything, much as I'm sure you'd like to tight pants. Fact of the matter is most of that stuff could happen and does happen where I come from. So if your world was more sunshine and rainbows I'm sorry. But given what Susie's told me I'm guess in it ain't."

She closed her eyes again kicking her legs childishly.

"It's not about the baubles, much as I love them. It's about the experiences! Meeting new people you never would have met otherwise. Experiencing things that would be impossible back home." She turned her head to shoot him a wide unsettling smile.

"If you wanna die trying to change a world that doesn't want to change be my guest. Break your beloved heart like a selfish mook. But if you wanna know what's most important to me? Look where I am! I gave up the world to sit in a box with a girl I love who hates me, and a guy who couldn't crack a smile if he was being tickled by the Gotham U cheerleaders."

"I don't hate you," Susannah protests, "I just... I just don't like you much anymore, for perfectly reasonable reasons. But I can't exactly hate you after what you risked to spring me, can I?" She rubs her forhead, wincing at the pain that moving any part of her body entails. "Anyway, I've seen Roland smile. I've even seen him laugh, although it almost killed him." Literally, actually, but let Harley think it's a metaphor.

"I'm not trying to change anything," he says, and wonders at how tired his voice sounds. The only thing he's tried to change so far is how long Susannah had to stay in this jail cell. He tried, and he didn't succeed, and that is that.

Harley however ignored his protest and opened her eyes once more to cast a forelorne smile at Susannah.

"Well it was with give up everything to try to save you or die a painful and miserable death, but I couldn't figure out how the second one would have gotten you out of lock up."

Of course with Harley one could argue that was either a bad joke or absolute honesty. Maybe even she didn't know.

Susannah rolls her eyes. "Harley, you're exaggerating." It's obvious which interpretation she's going for: bad joke.

Harley chuckled. "Are you sure?" Her smile warmed a little more. " If I did you 'd be responsible for my tributes. Especially Elsa. That girl is too pure fore her own good in a place like this."

Because despite her sometimes questionable methods, Harley was a dedicated mentor.

"I wonder if Eve and Mindy got out ?" She added thoughtfully glancing at the ceiling.

"If they did, they couldn't go back to the Tribute Center," Susannah points out, "bein' on the lam and all. Unless they got time off for good behavior--but I can't see that from Mindy." She frowns. "Elsa wouldn't want my help after I stabbed her hand in that maze."

Harley waved a hand dismissively "Aw don't worry about that. She's a sweetie, very forgiving. All you gotta do is apologize and show her how sorry you are."

Casting her a sideways look she added "Besides it wasn't you was it? It was lady stabbington on the inside there. All curse words and glaring. Or had she not taken the wheel yet?"

"It was her," Susannah admits. "I used to-- well, use her durin' the cornucopia." Back when she had faith in her ability to keep her under control, thanks Harley.

"See? So you have an excuse. Elsa will understand. So when I get horribly killed you do your best for her." She insisted.

"It's not a bad plan really. Detta enjoys the wet work and it keeps you alive long enough. So long as you can point her crazy in the right direction everyone wins. Is she how you've been dealing with the torture?"

Susannah hesitates before answering. It's probably obvious to her interrogators that she'd been doing that, but there's still a part of her that doesn't want to admit it. In the end she just inclines her head a little and says, "She's more likely to respond with a 'fuck you' than a confession."

Although Detta had confessed enough by the end of it--she'd just managed to confine her confessions to things she'd done before Panem. The Peacekeepers were probably sick of hearing exactly what she'd done to Aunt Blue's plate and everything else she'd done in the Drawers, but frankly, it was their fault for breaking her legs and having the shattered blue and white spark the memory.

"That's what I figured. See even if you don't like her, she can be helpful. Like me." She sighed wistfully.

"And you swear you don't hate me anymore?" She added with a note of apprehension in her voice.

Susannah sighs. "I don't hate you, Harley. Not anymore."

Harley smikes gratefully at that, relaxing gently.

"You're still my kind of girl, even if you don't think so." She put her fingers to her lips a blew Susannah a kiss.

"Harley," Susannah growls. "Stop it."

Harley pouted once more at the admonishment "why? What do you have against air kisses?"

"You're bein' embarrassin'," Susannah hisses.

The girls face twisted up in confusion.

"I never knew you were such a prude. I mean I know ya wouldn't let me kiss ya for real but sir kisses? Through a barrier? He may be your boyfriend but he 's not complaining."

"I told you," Susannah says irritably, "he's not my boyfriend. We're not romantically involved. But he's-- he's like family, Harley. Would you do that in front of someone's kin?"

Harley turned to look at Roland for a long moment, then back to Susie.

"If I like the girl enough? Sure. Love is love no matter who's around."

"You're impossible!" Susannah mutters and she moves to cross her arms in font of her, only it hurts to moves them and so she stops.

Harley rolled over again onto her back with a whimper and gripped at her ribs.

"Have you ever thought that a source of your constant stress might be how up tight you are about so many things? I mean obviously you don't want to let all your walls down but an sir kiss should be harmless. Especially from someone who cares about you."

"Harley," Susannah says, "you forfeited the right to act as my analyst when you helped Detta rampage across the maze."

She began idly kicking her legs in the air like a child.

"Yeah because I never say anything helpful , useful or meaningful." The words were said lightly but the expression on her face was clearly hurt.

"I may not be your analyst but if we 're still friends my opinion should matter a tiny bit."

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