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thecapitol2015-01-20 04:17 pm
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2015-01-20 04:17 pm
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[Open] If you're kind of worried And your face has made a frown
Who: Harley Quinn and anyone and everyone
What: Some last minute training and therapy before the next arena
When: Before the crowning but after the last arena.
Where: District Nine Suite, The Training Center, The Common area and anywhere in-between
Warnings: Be prepared for potential violence or talk of arena related things. Also she’s Harley Quinn so that should be it’s own warning.
It had been Nine months since Harley became mentor for District Nine. That felt significant for some reason.
Almost four months ago Eva “left” as well. Leaving Harley and Mindy to their own devices which turned out to be fairly terrible for the tributes. Then both Harley and Mindy had gotten themselves arrested trying to rescue different people from the Capitol’s imprisonment. That had of course led to branding which made Harley even less popular among the Capitol citizens. Thank god the brand was gone now.
Despite her best intentions Harley’s efforts as a mentor had shown little fruit. She flirted and laughed her way through every party she was invited to (And more then a few that she invited herself to) but the sponsorship money still never seemed to be enough. She invited tributes to train with her during her daily trips to the gym but it didn’t seem to encourage them.
And no one was willing to sit down and let her flex her therapist muscles.
But today was a new day! As the last mentor standing in District Nine she felt a duty to her tributes! And to everyone back in District Nine who had treated her decently when she came to visit! They deserved better and Harley could be better!
What: Some last minute training and therapy before the next arena
When: Before the crowning but after the last arena.
Where: District Nine Suite, The Training Center, The Common area and anywhere in-between
Warnings: Be prepared for potential violence or talk of arena related things. Also she’s Harley Quinn so that should be it’s own warning.
It had been Nine months since Harley became mentor for District Nine. That felt significant for some reason.
Almost four months ago Eva “left” as well. Leaving Harley and Mindy to their own devices which turned out to be fairly terrible for the tributes. Then both Harley and Mindy had gotten themselves arrested trying to rescue different people from the Capitol’s imprisonment. That had of course led to branding which made Harley even less popular among the Capitol citizens. Thank god the brand was gone now.
Despite her best intentions Harley’s efforts as a mentor had shown little fruit. She flirted and laughed her way through every party she was invited to (And more then a few that she invited herself to) but the sponsorship money still never seemed to be enough. She invited tributes to train with her during her daily trips to the gym but it didn’t seem to encourage them.
And no one was willing to sit down and let her flex her therapist muscles.
But today was a new day! As the last mentor standing in District Nine she felt a duty to her tributes! And to everyone back in District Nine who had treated her decently when she came to visit! They deserved better and Harley could be better!
District 9 Suite.
Harley had read somewhere that more and more mentors were having luck connecting with their tributes over breakfast. And what was better then a hearty breakfast to start the day? Mimosas to go with it!
Whenever she spotted a tribute shuffling out of their room possibly still waking up she would wave enthusiastically at them and raise a sparkling glass of orange juice and alcohol in salute. She’s still in her own PJs which consists of red footie pajamas with black and white diamonds patterned in random places.
“Come on over have a seat! there’s plenty!” And that was not an exaggeration. Under Harley’s command a full breakfest buffet had been brought up and spread out through the kitchen area with a couple of obedient Avox servers standing on hand to help dish up some of the food. Everything from Pancakes with little bits of apple in them to country fried steak and eggs. Biscuits and gravy, even some more exotic dishes such as a an ice cream that had been made from the leftover milk in the bottom of a cereal bowl.
“Eat up! We gotta put some meat on you before the next arena.” She urged.
Training Center
After an appropriate amount of time had passed to digest her big meal (Hours at least) Harley found her way down to the training center.
In an attempt to make herself less intimidating to her tributes she opted for a modest track suit instead of her usual preference of showing off in short shorts and a tank top. As much as she liked the staring and making people uncomfortable, this was about the tributes not about her deep sated need to be the center of attention.
She liked to warm up with some yoga, stretches and the like. A little bit of cardio next because when you made a hobby out of annoying people it helped to be fast on your feet. Finally some real combat training. While Harley wasn’t exactly a master of any weapon but a mallet she knew enough to know which end of the arrow needed to go in the target.
Of course there were other training options as well. Knot tying, camouflage, medical training and even some botany. Harley always paused when she drew close to that work station because the plant life served as another reminder of her long lost best friend.
She’s delighted for anyone who dares to train with her even if they aren’t her tribute. And she’s got enough energy to keep this up all afternoon!
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Unlike the last time Nill ran into Harley here, she's actually dressed for something that looks close to a workout. She's dressed in black yoga pants and a loose-fitting t-shirt, pale blue, and it looks like she's already been around for awhile. Nill smiles, awkward and slightly guilty, as she steps onto the mat, lifting a hand to wave at Harley.
After the last time, she wouldn't blame her mentor for not wanting to deal with her again, even if they had made peace with the whole thing.
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Cranking out the last of her crunches she sprang to her feat and waved back.
“Hey there cutie! Want to work out together? Or maybe get some practice in with something specific?” She offered gesturing to the work stations around them before turning back with a relaxed warmer smile. No hard feelings, just the urge to do better. If Harley was the only mentor left in District Nine she was gonna be the best damned mentor she could be.
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I won't break your nose this time.
Her wings flutter a little anxiously as she holds up the note for Harley to read, her smile awkward. If anyone should have felt bad for the last time it should've been her, not Harley. Harley was the one that almost got her face broken.
But Nill really needs to get better about that, and there's really only the one way to do that.
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"Oh yes yes! We can totally train together again. Just...don't feel bad about busting my honker OK? Accidents happen and they happen a lot to me." She winked and added "Besides it looks fine now. It's not crooked or nothin'."
She tilted her head this way and that so Nill could see there was no lasting harm.
"Whatever you need from me that's my job. Even if you just need someone to hit for awhile."
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I need to get used to it.
You know, people touching her suddenly. If she didn't someone would probably freak her out enough eventually to kill her pretty easily in an Arena - or she might hurt someone again that she didn't mean to. Nill doesn't particularly like any of those possibilities.
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"Alright well let's get started then. Back to the grappling?" She stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Maybe we should ease into it with something a little more low impact."
She held out her arms for a hug stepping closer and then waiting for Nill to make the next move. On the one hand it was good instincts not to let anyone get too close in the arena. On the other it was a lonely existence and given the nature of some of the arenas you needed to take risks with people to survive.
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At least she's being good about the whole thing. After a very short second of hesitation Nill steps a little closer and goes to wrap her arms around Harley.
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"There we go, not so bad. Just take a deep breath and relax. Be aware of where your body is and where mine is." She paused to make sure this wasn't setting Nill off.
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"Alright, business time. I think given your size it'd be best if we work on something like throwing off your opponents balance. Judo you know? I've seen kids use it to throw guys three times as big as they are over their shoulders and you know what they say. The bigger they are the harder the slam into the ground!"
Common Area
At the end of a long day, sometimes it’s nice just to lounge around and be lazy.
As much as Harley loves the gossip reports and fashion shows that seem to take up so much of the Capitol TV channels tonight she’s trying to bond with others and has retired to the common area of the Training Center Tower. Her casual clothes are more in line with her “Dr. Quinzel” style with cozy looking sweater, her doctors coat and a sensible skirt. The fake glasses she likes to wear with this jacket are tucked in the front breast pocket for now.
Board games and card games sit on either side of the table she’s claimed for her own as well as some movies and what looks to be a pair of video game controllers. At the moment though she’s lounging on a sofa balancing a cookie on the tip of her nose like a seal.
If you get too close she might try to drag you over and hang out with her, maybe start up a game or partake in a platter of dessert foods she’s also commandeered.
Anywhere else.
All throughout the day between these particular locations she’ll be coming and going around the Training Center. She’s more focused then usual but that’s not saying much. All it takes to distract Harley Quinn most days is something shiny, sparkly or glittering. And being the Capitol there is plenty of that. So if she should bump into some other unfortunate capitolite or tribute she wouldn’t refuse them her company. Even if perhaps they would rather she just keep on with her day.