revvinguptheharley: (Harley: Comforted by Selina)
Harley Quinn ([personal profile] revvinguptheharley) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-12-02 02:04 pm

It could be her head wasn't screwed on just right.

Who: Harley Quinn and You
When: Before the Space Arena
What: Harley needs a little Christmas, right this very minute
Where: moping about the tribute towers
Warnings: It's Harley so be on your guard.

Of all the little Jewish girls growing up on Gotham, Harley had often prided herself on loving Christmas more then anyone else. She was always in Holiday plays though her school years and once her criminal career had gotten started she made sure that even her crimes had a level of festivity to them.

But as the Capitol began gearing up for another flashy, flamboyant and overblown celebration of the season...she just couldn't find it in her heart to get excited. She remembered fondly the year when she and Ivy had kidnapped Bruce Wayne for Christmas. Ivy had used her pheromones to make him their slave for the night and they'd used him to go on a shopping spree. It was great until they almost accidentally killed him by knocking him in an elevator shaft. ...of course they had been planning on killing him anyway but that was when Batman arrived and ruined their fun. There was no Batman here though. And all his little birds who had shown up had been promptly killed never to be seen again.

Harley felt a longing for her home when normally she was able to squash it down with laughter. Those close to Harley might notice the girl becoming more subdued as they drew closer to December. By December first she was hardly wearing her scandalous, trashy or flamboyant clothes and was lounging around in more subdued and plain boring outfits. Even in the training hall when she showed up for her daily routine she'd exchanged her shamelessly short shorts and tanktop for a much more modest track suit. And she was drinking more, which usually had her laughing too loud, or shouting, or sobbing. If regular Harley had no problem sharing her emotions, drunken Harley was extra noisy about it.

Spending her day alternating between laying around the District Nine common area, half heartedly training, drinking at the bar or laying stretched out on a sofa in the Tribute Tower Common area, Harley was clearly doing her best impression of an angst riddled teenager in a grown woman's body. And perhaps most worrying of all was she hadn't spontaneously broken anything in a whole two weeks.
biomechatronic: (Default)

[common area]

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-12-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Dennett does not like to live dangerously. At all. But surely the dayroom is safe enough, even for him. He's looking for new magazines--he's that starved for reading material that even glossy fashion rags have gotten a read through, so he's pawing through a stack, when he notices Harley on the couch.

"O-oh. I. Uh." Yeah, he totally wasn't flipping through the latest Capitol gossip mag. NOPE.
infinitemayonnaise: (point)

[Common Area]

[personal profile] infinitemayonnaise 2014-12-04 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nitou comes bounding along through the common area on his way back to the District Five suites with a big, greasy brown paper bag that contains a lunch he's acquired somewhere at an interesting-looking Capitol restaurant when he spots Harley lying there on the couch all despondent-like. He has no idea who she is, but that's okay. He's spent so much time trying to stop people from falling into despair so Phantoms won't be born that it's just sort of second nature to trot over there to see what's up. "Hey! You wanna try some of this?" And he's waving around that greasy paper bag.

Greasy mystery food out of paper bags is totally a valid way to cheer someone up, right?
infinitemayonnaise: (grinning)

[personal profile] infinitemayonnaise 2014-12-06 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't actually know!" Nitou says cheerfully. "I think I wandered into a bad part of town, and some guy was selling it out of a cart on the side of the road!" He opens up the bag to peer inside at the nondescript mysterious fried orbs and holds it out for Harley to see. "But it looks good! Smells pretty good too!"
infinitemayonnaise: (food of the gods)

[personal profile] infinitemayonnaise 2014-12-07 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait, wait, wait, it'll get even better!" And Nitou whips out a squirt bottle full of mayonnaise, spins it around like he's some kind of mayonnaise-wielding gunslinger, and then applies a liberal dose of mayo to two of the mysterious fried objects. He pops one in his own mouth and offers the other to her.

"Aw, yeah," he says around his mouthful, "definitely some kind of seafood."
infinitemayonnaise: (so cute)

[personal profile] infinitemayonnaise 2014-12-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Nitou likes chasing girls on occasion. So much so, that he has no idea what he'd do if he caught one, or if one actually showed any interest back. Like now. There's a sort of simultaneously nervous and flirty laugh right back at her. He usually doesn't get this far, what do? "You--you want another one?"

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biiowiired: ? (?)

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[personal profile] biiowiired 2014-12-04 08:54 am (UTC)(link)
Having to pass through the common area before returning to his respiteblock meant having more run-ins with fellow Tributes than Psii would like. He wanted to be alone in his block or wandering the city. He'd just arrived into a clusterfuck of botched troll alliances and murder. One usually came with the other, but in this case, the killings were unrelated, and would be postponed for the arena.

He was almost glad to see no grey skin or orange horns like his own in the bar. He didn't feel much like dealing with trolls right now. But he did see someone looking less than well. A human woman with yellow hair at the bar, imbibing.... what, exactly? He wasn't sure; it was curious. Trolls had their vices, oh boy did they, but alcohol wasn't one of them. The tall grey-skinned man decorated with scars, horns, fangs, and funny eyes wandered just within speaking range, not quite comfortable enough to amble right into someone's personal bubble. No telling who would or wouldn't kill him.

He gestured to her drink. "What'th that?"
biiowiired: ii ju2t threw up iin my mouth a liittle biit (ew)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2014-12-08 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
He was surprised she passed it to him. Despite the drink being one of his favorite colors, did she really expect him to drink it? Only an idiot would do that.

"I make it a habit not to take drinkth from thtrangerth."

He closed long, calloused fingers around the glass anyway, lifting it just to sniff. His face switched to sudden revulsion. He immediately clunked it back on the bar again, and he quickly slid it back to her.

"Oh my God I'm glad I didn't drink that, what the hell are you trying to poithon me with, dithinfectant or battery fluid??"
biiowiired: the weiird part of grubtube (um no)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2014-12-12 11:59 am (UTC)(link)
This human even had the audacity to bare her neck. A troll doing that displayed quite a bit of trust. Or maybe she was just dangerous enough not to care. Psii, fresh from Alternia, was inclined to think the latter.

"Are humanth crazy? Gladiatorial gameth, thure, but imbibing acrid liquidth for fun? I'd rather get trashed on thopor thlime."

He wavered on the Bad Decisions Fence for a bit. There had to be a reason people flocked to this bar, and it sure as hell wasn't the food.

"....Ok how about thith: Buy me a drink and I'll try it. If I end up liking it, I'll buy you one in return."
biiowiired: thii2 ii2 gettiing old (|:T)

[personal profile] biiowiired 2014-12-13 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
He wasn't put off by her manic smile. Trolls were depraved lunatics anyway. As long as she didn't seem to have designs on murdering him, he was fine. To an Alternian troll, this "alcohol" business seemed more loony than killing a person or two. People were murdered all the time. Psii knew better than most, because each person murdered in the future screamed in his precognitive ears in the present.

"If you're ath thane ath me, you might need a moirail. Badly. Or thedativeth."

He frowned, not sure what she meant by "harder stuff."

"I like honey? Not mind honey, obviouthly, that would fuck me up. Jutht regular honey. It'th the shit. And um.... red appleth? blueberrieth? Ok, no, thothe are jutht becauthe I like the colorth.... I like grubthauthe, but I can't thee mythelf drinking that. Honethtly I'm not uthed to having thith much fresh food in general, all ready to go."

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hit_girl_mindy: (Know what I have to do)

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-12-06 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Well damn it. Mindy was used to being the moodier of the two of them, but lately she found that Harley was starting to be downcast, and Mindy, despite her usual melancholic, was not about to let her wallow in misery by herself.

Mindy had tailed her to the bar, and though she was usually here on her own, Mindy had been absent from the place lately, so she was greeted warmly before sitting next to Harley, offering a sympathetic look.

"You look like shit," Mindy said without a thought. "What's up with you?"
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[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-12-06 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Can't be that bad." Yes it could. It could be that bad and worse and Mindy had dealt with it personally. It was hard to wade through bullshit she was up to her legs in. "Come on Harley. You can't be a sad sack of a mentor, that's MY job. You're the one that's the best of us, the R rated version...well, the PG-13 anyway. Where'd we be without you making life interesting?"

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[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-12-09 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hell no, not the best of you and me!" Mindy blurted out. "I'm fuckin' awesome. But when I say the best, I mean enthusiasm, fun. Don't even act like you're not, that's self pitying bullshit. You've always made things interesting for people in my District, and even in other people's Districts. Everyone could use some Harley in their lives."

If people had a problem with Harley being the crazy chick she was, they'd answer to her.

"Since when have you even cared what the hell we would be like in the first place? If you weren't a mentor, I'd be by myself. Can you really imagine me fucking up everyone in our district with a strict training regimen and calling all of them pussies for not waking up at 5 AM? Come on. Everyone could use a little insanity in our lives."

She rolled her eyes at the drink. "And since when are you all Debby Downer all of a sudden? You're stealing my thunder."
hit_girl_mindy: (Up close and personal (Mindy))

[personal profile] hit_girl_mindy 2014-12-11 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Mindy looked offended. "Look, at the end, its always a crap shoot. We have to train them, because maybe, just maybe, all the training will give them means they don't have to die so horribly. To me, that means something, and I bet it means something to you too. I don't want them dying. So I do what I can, whether they like it or not. Bottom line is, even if its a job we're supposed to do, I'm still gonna do it."

She snickered. "So when the hell did a little bit of melancholy stop you? You were the one that ran with Joker. If anyone can make crap like this into a better situation, its you. By the way, thanks for the advice. It's come in handy."

She sniffed. "Yeah? I bet you do. I miss Riley...and Ellie."

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