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Who: Harley Quinn and you
What: Creative fundraising
Where: Just outside Tribute Tower
When: April 10th
Warnings: None yet but it's Harley so be on your guard for flirting and violence. Also mentions of prostitution.

For every fancy party and corporate sponsorship that provides funds for tributes there has to be an amount of give and take. And for awhile Harley was more then willing to give so long as she had a much more significant amount of take.

But her brash and outgoing nature could be exhausting, especially to the frilly white gloved Capitol upper crust. What had been quaint and charming was now rude and annoying. It had gotten so some of her most loyal pay for play sponsors who had been all too eager to kiss and tell weren't even answering her calls anymore.

And so Harley decided a grass roots campaign was her best option. Sitting in a deck chair outside of the Tribute tower she was in shorts and a loose tank top with her logo on it, three red diamonds.

Sitting in front of her was a simple wooden booth like a child might sell lemonade from and indeed there was a pitcher of lemonade and a plastic cups. Next to the booth was a cooler and hanging from the front was a sign advertising:

"Kissing booth & other stuff
Kiss on the cheek 1As
*Kiss on the lips 3 As
*Tongue 5As
**Get punched by a Mentor 1As
Punch a mentor 5As
Cup of lemonade 1As
Ice 1As
Otter pops 1As (Not made with any actual Otter)
Glitter bomb 2As
Autograph 2As
Photo 5As
Slice of pie 1As
Whole pie 3As
Get hit with a pie 3As
Other requests can be discussed.
* Not for anyone under 18
** Not for anyone under 16"

It was hardly the most elegant solution but it was a start at least. And it gave Harley an excuse to sit outside in the nice weather and eat Otter pops out of a cooler.

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"Oooo is that so?" She flipped around onto her stomach, resting her chin in one hand while holding her own Otter Pop with the other and watching him over the tops of her sunglasses.

"So you turn out to be a real big bad booty conqueror of worlds huh? Or are you more of the mass murdering chaos type? And how'd you find out what your future holds anyway? I mean the Capitol has their ways but I'm not sure that's entirely accurate."

She sure hoped not anyway. Back in the mall arena she'd poured over the comic books based on her and some of her potential futures were downright grim.

Well if she's going all to sit like that, he figures she won't mind him leaning right up against the stand himself. She doesn't seem disturbed. Unlike with many, he doens't feel any qualm in telling.

He shrugs his shoulders to make lesser deal of it though. "Both motherfucking things?" He answers sort of helplessly. He sighs. "FROM THE PAST, ME. Everyone else gets being of the future. EVEN BEST FRIENDS WHAT WAS MINE. Capitol didn't need on gettin' accurate, but I'm thinking like they did for what fits. LEAST OF ME."

He throws a grin despite himself. "It's chill though. AIN'T GONNA BE A FUTURE MINE IF I CAN HELP IT. What about you? YOU SET FOR HERE OR ONWARDS?"

"Oh onwards absolutely." She declared slurping up the second frozen treat and rolling the wrapper between her fingers.

"I got some unfinished business back home. You ever done something stupid for love? And then realized that it was a huge screw up and you wish you could take back everything that led up to that moment?"

Let it never be said that Harley Quinn was subtle or closed off about her life.

"The Capitol did a great job of motivating me when they brought my best friend for a visit last year. She may have forgiven me but that don't mean I can rest on my cute toosh and forgive myself. I gotta go back to Gotham and make sure that I set things right. Whatever that means."

He mimics the action of curling the wrapper, always trying to learn off these human motherfuckers how best to do it all. From foods to greetings and all the more.

"Shockingly, naw. AIN'T GONE FUCKED UP IN THAT MOTHERFUCKING DEPARTMENT ON YET. Mostly just screw on up in spite of it all. BUT FUCK YEAH, I GET WANTING TAKING IT BACK."

It's interesting to learn of a sister. Certainly braodens what viewing he's got. Starts to make a clearer picture for him. And, strangely, sometimes it's nice knowing he's not the only with baggage and regrets.

"Well shit, sister, what can I even up and do? WHAT CAN ANY MOTHERFUCKER EVEN UP AND DO? All but getting a root on for you, yo. I GOT MY FAITH. You'll kick that shit right proper down the stairs of getting it done."

She grinned back at him and then puckered her lips blowing him a kiss.

"Your adoration and support is all I require my loyal fanboy. That and so long as you keep being your own loud and crazy self so I have someone to watch when I get the longing for a clown."

She put a slight, luxurious moan to the word "Longing" for fun, squirming her hips a little in the process.

She gets right on to his weakness. His got an embarrassed grin upon his face and an indigo flush up under his paint. He hides his eyes with a hand even as he laughs.

"NAW, SISTER," He says back in turn. "Don't let the paint get on a fool. I AIN'T YOUR TYPE." Human and troll first the fuck off. All that madness what came of business with Shepard and their parting for second.

"Got girl of my own all anyways. SWEETEST SISTER IS SHE. But all true and truthfulness, support's being all a sorts free for Carnival family," He promises.

"Aw, that's great! You deserve someone sweet to help out with your sweet tooth...or teeth as it may be." She teased and kicked her feet childishly.

"That being said, unless it causes trouble I'll just keep flirtin' however I like. You can let me worry about who is and isn't my type." She laughed out loud.

He grins all sheepish then, smiling down at the ground. "ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT. Got me on at for being there. I'LL KEEP MY TRAP SHUT ON SUCH NOISE."

He gets an idea then. "Hey, let me pay back some ways on later, what with my credit. OUGHT TO GET MY GIRL ONE OF THEM RED ONES. And my own as a good old fashioned glitter bombing."

"Ooo, you mean you owe me a favor? Well I'd been a real fool to say no to an offer like that." Harley's grin was almost more wicked then a sharp toothed trolls for just a few seconds before melting back into her usual playful cheer.

"And I'm always in favor of a glitter bombing. It's all the fun of annoying someone but with beautiful sparkly glitter."

"SURE THING, WICKED SISTER." That wicked grin could mean a whole lot of things but he finds he's not afraid. She's a sister of the Carnival, even if not truly so. He knows what games get played.

"Afraid I ain't in for the annoying by glitter this time though. THIS IS ALL BEING FOR ME, TO GET MY PRAYER ON RIGHTEOUS. Throwing the stardust is how all we do, but's it's being close as I can get on with glitter, yo. HIT ME."

Before the period has been placed on his last two words she's sprang from the chair with surprising speed and agility for someone not in the arena and she's plunged her hands into the box of improvised weapons. If this were an actual life or death scenario he probably still could have dodged it...but it was still impressive for a mentor who didn't have to actually train every day in preparation for an arena.

One, two three! Red and black glitter exploded against his chest and forehead like a magicians trick gone sideways and people yelped and scampered in a panic on the misunderstanding that a mentor was attacking a tribute.

Harley's eyes were crackling with energy as she watched the glitter swirl around him clinging to his skin, clothes hair and anything else it could before what's left came to rest on the floor.

He's thankful he's damn fast and smart enough not to leave his mouth gaping open or some stupid thing or other as the split-second action goes down. Sister is a practised glitter bomber. Like dynamite, and that's the colors what get burst over him, fire and ash.

Once the Initial moment has past, he swirls a bit so the dust falls over the whole of him. Then he grins back up at her. His hand go together, palms flat like in prayer, and he bows to her. Thankful is he. Messiahs would be pleased.

"Miracles," He laughs as he rises on up.

"You're goddamn right!" She cheered bundling up three more glitter bombs in a bag and passing them to him. It was her original intention all along that anyone who asked for glitter bombs would in turn get bombed in glitter before they left. It was more fun that way.

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