thecapitol | [Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

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[Closed] District 9: Meet the Prawns

Who| Those in District 9 suites, whether they should be there, or not
What| Likely, inter-district arguments, and bad caricatures
Where| District 9 Suites
When| Post arena
Warnings/Notes| Language and likely that's all.

Parker's been redecorating. Considering she can't climb buildings, or steal things ~~(well, a few things from the bitch with the bubbles's room have gone missing)~~ Parker's got one avenue left, art. Usually, her drawings are realistic, without passion. This time, she's gone through many, many different versions trying to make her subjects look as ridiculous as possible.

The bitch with the bubbles has too many matchy-matchy things. ~~(Well, not so much anymore.)~~ The sponsor who is not as intelligent as the seagulls from that movie about finding a fish, cares about appearances too.

It took 37 different pieces of paper, and 3 pencils, sharpened down to nubs, to make them look this horrible. The final pieces are on display, tacked to a focal wall in the suite.

The artist is nearby.

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"Ooo!" Harley's eyes lit up. "You got a plan then?" She grinned wickedly clearly in favor of any plan that involved beating their party pooper over lords who were keeping her from her precious explosives and implements of destruction.

"Still planning." And taking things, here and there, when she can.

"Got to figure this place out first. I want the weapons from the training hall."

"Pretty hard to do when they've got eyes and ears everywhere." Harley sighed with her knack for pointing out the obvious. "Even if we had gear, where do we attack? Kinda a big faceless government ain't it?"

"Wherever the government is. I snuck onto the floor in Washington, and stole a bill. It's not that hard."

And considering her impression of power -- Eva and Timaeus, primarily -- Parker's fine with blowing up this shit.

"Have to have a main building."

Harley wasn't sure stealing a bill sounded that hard considering some of the thefts she'd seen in her time, but she let it go.

"OK, big center of government. That's a good start. And at least we know this President Snow guy is important...important enough if I vanish tonight assume it was because we were talking about this." She snickered as if the thought was pure comedy.

Out of the box on the Congress floor and never being caught?

"I think that's what the other people are for, to watch us in here, not cameras."

Parker nods, "same here. They do that to people." And then there's one more thing, "this is a big government centre."

Talk to Catwoman, she could tell you stories.

"So..." Harley looked like she was puzzling over that one. "We could pretty much just lash out anywhere and cause problems?"

She wouldn't like Catwoman. Hardison has said far too much about how much he likes Catwoman, for her tastes. Parker doesn't like it when he talks about other women, even potentially fictional ones.

Her lips purse and she nods her head. "I like it."

Harley's bright white teeth shone in a wicked curved smile.

"I like anarchy as much as the next sociopath, so what's the plan then just march into one of these buildings and start trashing stuff?" A simple elegant plan that as far as Harley could tell yielded no actual benefits and was likely to get her in trouble.

"I'm not the next sociopath. No one diagnosed me." Oh, the issues that some psychiatrist missed with this one.

"Pretty much, yeah, but we've got to pick the best one." There is a missed opportunity Parker regrets. "Timmy's yacht would've been perfect."

"Aw but so many of my friends were there." Harley protested pointlessly considering the time had passed. "I don't wanna get them hurt while I'm having my fun."

Parker shrugs. "They could swim."

"The next time we have to go for that private viewing, staring at, ignoring thing."

"Not in those dresses...hee! Then they'd be naked! I love it."

One could almost see the question marks dancing over her head "private what now?"

Parker laughs. It's a bit of a cackle, then a snort. All the naked people who are so stupid.

"That thing. We see sponsors, they stare at us. We leave."

"Oh! The meet and greet parties?" Harley wondered hoping she has caught on. "Or the interviews?"

"Not on camera," Parker rarely appears on camera back home, and if she does, it's almost impossible to catch a glimpse of her face.

"Meet and greet parties. Yeah, those."

Harley has made her first official correct Parker translation.

So he next time they wanna parade us around and show us off we cause some chaos?" Harley was getting excited now bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"Sounds like fun! Especially if all that's gonna happen is we get grounded to our rooms to the next arena."

"Yes!" There is a level of enthusiasm for this previously held only for chocolate and Glenn Reider safes.

"Something good. So many things to do. See how there's fire everywhere?"

Fire is always a good place to start, even if her team doesn't think so.

"Yes!" She cheered singing out loud "Like fire, hellfire, this fire in my skin!" She began twirling around Parker in a giddy dance. "This burning desire it turning me. To. SIN!" On the last word she tried to tickle Parker's sides with her usual lack of interest in personal space.

Parker would usually attack anyone who tried it, but this is in fun, and it's her kind of fun.

Though she might take things a bit overboard, and try to toss Harley over like two kids playing with wrestling. It's how Parker plays: over the line, and assuming everyone else is as physically tough as she is.

How successful she is, depends on Harley's ragdoll-ishness (yes, that is a word, for this instance).

Finally, someone who gets it.

Harley made a quick comical yelp as she was swept up and thrown through the air crashing over the sofa and flopping to the floor, face on the ground bottom in the air.

She groaned from the impact and then giggled, and laughed in the most unstable of ways sitting up. "Nice throw! I haven't been tossed like that since I fought this big moon rockhead with gravity powers."

Unstable laughter? That's called laughter in Parker-ville. It's a rather crazy place to live, but there's always chocolate and money.

"Last time I did that," Parker remembers it fondly. "I nearly threw someone off a roof." That was fun too.

"Someone else who gets it."

That's two.

Harley wants to set up a hideout in Parker-ville.

She rolled backwards and sprang to her feet once more.

"I haven't been thrown off a roof in awhile, I think it was probably that time a midget dressed as my boyfriend." She paused "ex-boyfriend."

Parker-ville is a place involving a lot of money, and a lot of insanity.

Parker's rather impressed with someone who moves like she does. It's rare.

"Freefall? I love freefall."

Parker's willingly jumped from buildings many, many times.

Sounds like large portions of Harley's life, both gaining and losing massive amounts of money and insanity depending on the year.

"Yeah it was for a minute or two, but then my best gal pal Ivy caught me. And she Kitty and I came back up to show that runt who was the boss." She grinned wickedly.

"But yeah, there's almost nothing like feeling your stomach doing barrel rolls while ya fall."

At the rate these girls are going they're half likely to end themselves on accident.

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