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[revvinguptheharley]

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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[revvinguptheharley]

"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.

[carnagecarnival]

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."

[revvinguptheharley]

"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."

[carnagecarnival]

"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."

[revvinguptheharley]

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.

[carnagecarnival]

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.

[revvinguptheharley]

"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.