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thecapitol2013-07-20 07:49 am
revvinguptheharley) wrote in thecapitol2013-07-20 07:49 am
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Keep your drinks just gimmie the money
Who: Harley Quinn and YOU!
What: Another post death celebration, but Harley isn't as welcomed by the capitol with her new Cuff of Shame
Where: Getting a buzz on in a nightclub and then wandering off into town.
When: Week 4 of the arena
Warnings/notes: The usual when it comes to Harley, talks of violence, all things regarding the joker
So she had died again.
But this time she'd put up a great show! No one would be forgetting her this time! Especially not Donnie.
After dealing with a little noise issue, she returned to her room to get dressed. It was time to embrace her adoring public and celebrate the remaining tributes. Maybe she could even drum up some support for Donnie or whoever else was still alive from her district.
To stick with the candy theme, her clothes were bright and colorful, shades of pink and yellow and blue. Bright bows, a flared skirt and even a cute little blue top hat positioned on her shiny, freshly washed golden hair.
She felt the eyes of everyone around her as she skipped out of the tribute center and gave a little spin in light of twilight.
Her heart soared and she set out into the hustle and bustle of the city. It was so much more like home when the sun was down and the lights coming off the buildings rivaled the stars in the sky. It felt so GOOD to being among the people again. Not like the desert where she could only be seen and not smile back and wave as the citizens turned away frowning, or shot glares at her till she turned their way.
...
Actually the temperature of the crowd felt a little cold. Maybe she should lighten the mood a little with some music.
She started skipping down the street, her boots clicking on the sidewalk.
"Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, your word is my command.
Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, let us fly to Bountyland."
The crowd didn't warm up. If anything the citizens on the street cut her a wide path, actively crossing to the other side of the street. Many were glaring, whispering. At some point Harley couldn't stand it anymore and popped up between two of them.
"Hey I like secrets too! What's the story morning glory?" She offered one of her trademark crooked smiles and the girls she had ambushed let out a panicked cry and scurried away leaving Harley standing there giggling while the people nearby scowled harder.
Well no matter. There was a club she had frequented before, they had grown to love her there. Even shouting her name when she walked through the door a few times. The bartenders had even started taking up a collection so they could buy her a gift when she got into the arena. Whatever gift that was she didn't know but she was ready to thank them for it.
She paused at the entrance offering a grin to the doorman who rolled his eyes and refused to open the door for her. She pouted and waited, until she could wait no longer. Patience was never her specialty. The doors crashed open with a bang and the crowd turned to look at her.
"HONEY I'M HOOOOOME!" She cheered and struck a pose, hands in the air as if to embrace her adoring public.
...
The silence that followed was somehow so deafening even the dance music playing through the speakers seemed muffled. Harley looked around and was met with stoney faces and glares.
With a pout Harley put her arms down, hands on her hips "What's the big deal? You guys never seen a dead girl before?"
The crowd resumed their chatter and dancing ignoring her...which was somehow worse then glaring at her. She wilted and the doors slapped shut behind her so hard they actually caught her in the rear making her hop and rub her backside comically. Still no one laughed. No one even looked up.
"Well this is a fine how do you don't." She muttered and sauntered down the stairs into the main floor of the club. She needed a drink, and this bar had gone out of it's way to name a drink after her. A red and black jello shot with various forms of high octane booze in it. Just two would get most girls her size drunk, and three would put them in a state of delirium that ALMOST was like being Harley.
"Hiya Mac!" She greeted the bartender who promptly...turned to greet another customer. Then another. Then another.
Harley began drumming her fingers on the bar, the cuff on her wrist glinting in the colored lights waving around from the bar.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm not wanted around here."
"Gee ya think!?" One particular drunken citizen spat practically falling off his stool.
Harley turned sharply to address the man. "What's your problem rummy?"
He just snarled "Traitor." And gestured with his glass almost spilling on Harley. She yelped and scrambled back bowling over some girls who screamed in shock and caused the crowd to stop what they were doing and glare at Harley once more.
"H-hey! He started it!" She pointed but no one followed her gesture. Instead they helped the girls up ignoring her and glaring in unison.
"Hoi! What is up with you guys? We used to have so much fun here! Are you THAT mad I lost?" She complained loudly and someone from behind shoved her hard. She stumbled and whirled about to see who but they were gone in the mass of faces and brightly colored clothes.
"I did my best! I'd like to see all of you do better!" She shouted over the music. The screens overhead were showing a remix of the current arena's best moments including fights, bloodshed, and Doki Doki animals rampaging.
But the Crowd ignored that. All eyes were on Harley and none of them were friendly.
"FINE!" I know when I'm not wanted." She barked finally turning on the bartender and pointing a finger at him. "Just gimmie three Harley Quinn's and I'll be outta here."
But the bartender folded his arms and looked down his nose at her. Somewhere inside Harley felt her heart cracking as memories of all the smiling faces of her adoring fans were replaced with glares and whispers.
"Fine! I'll help myself!" She vaulted over the bar causing the bartender to stumble backwards and smash into the shelves behind him. Harley took some bottles off the shelf and began juggling.
"Fickle pampered brats!" She scolded pouring the drinks into a long novelty mug with a curly straw. "We were ALL buddy buddy before the arena. You guys made me feel so at home I almost forgot how much I missed Gotham. You know how hard that is?"
The bartender punched the button on a silent alarm and in the back Harley could see some security coming her way.
"Well who needs ya? All I EVER wanted to do was make things fun for you. Make you all laugh and feel the love that I felt! But if you're gonna be like this I'll go find some new friends!" She pitched the bottles at the ceiling shattering them causing a commotion as panicked citizens scrambled to avoid getting liquor on their dresses.
Somewhere in the confusion she vanished.
**********
As night fell on the capitol a depressed and slightly tipsy Harley was wandering down the streets, shoulders sagged, face into a dull blank expression as she sipped her drink from the whimsical curling pink straw.
It was one thing to be betrayed by another tribute, but by the public? It wasn't like back home where it was always a crapshoot who would approve and who would panic. In the Capitol she felt accepted. It was like one big Arkham Asylum.
Where did I go wrong? She wondered looking up at the moon as it rose, pale and bright. It reminded her of Mister J.
"Tell me Puddin'." She implored the moon. "What do I do now?"
What: Another post death celebration, but Harley isn't as welcomed by the capitol with her new Cuff of Shame
Where: Getting a buzz on in a nightclub and then wandering off into town.
When: Week 4 of the arena
Warnings/notes: The usual when it comes to Harley, talks of violence, all things regarding the joker
So she had died again.
But this time she'd put up a great show! No one would be forgetting her this time! Especially not Donnie.
After dealing with a little noise issue, she returned to her room to get dressed. It was time to embrace her adoring public and celebrate the remaining tributes. Maybe she could even drum up some support for Donnie or whoever else was still alive from her district.
To stick with the candy theme, her clothes were bright and colorful, shades of pink and yellow and blue. Bright bows, a flared skirt and even a cute little blue top hat positioned on her shiny, freshly washed golden hair.
She felt the eyes of everyone around her as she skipped out of the tribute center and gave a little spin in light of twilight.
Her heart soared and she set out into the hustle and bustle of the city. It was so much more like home when the sun was down and the lights coming off the buildings rivaled the stars in the sky. It felt so GOOD to being among the people again. Not like the desert where she could only be seen and not smile back and wave as the citizens turned away frowning, or shot glares at her till she turned their way.
...
Actually the temperature of the crowd felt a little cold. Maybe she should lighten the mood a little with some music.
She started skipping down the street, her boots clicking on the sidewalk.
"Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, your word is my command.
Oh my love, I know you are my Candyman,
And oh my love, let us fly to Bountyland."
The crowd didn't warm up. If anything the citizens on the street cut her a wide path, actively crossing to the other side of the street. Many were glaring, whispering. At some point Harley couldn't stand it anymore and popped up between two of them.
"Hey I like secrets too! What's the story morning glory?" She offered one of her trademark crooked smiles and the girls she had ambushed let out a panicked cry and scurried away leaving Harley standing there giggling while the people nearby scowled harder.
Well no matter. There was a club she had frequented before, they had grown to love her there. Even shouting her name when she walked through the door a few times. The bartenders had even started taking up a collection so they could buy her a gift when she got into the arena. Whatever gift that was she didn't know but she was ready to thank them for it.
She paused at the entrance offering a grin to the doorman who rolled his eyes and refused to open the door for her. She pouted and waited, until she could wait no longer. Patience was never her specialty. The doors crashed open with a bang and the crowd turned to look at her.
"HONEY I'M HOOOOOME!" She cheered and struck a pose, hands in the air as if to embrace her adoring public.
...
The silence that followed was somehow so deafening even the dance music playing through the speakers seemed muffled. Harley looked around and was met with stoney faces and glares.
With a pout Harley put her arms down, hands on her hips "What's the big deal? You guys never seen a dead girl before?"
The crowd resumed their chatter and dancing ignoring her...which was somehow worse then glaring at her. She wilted and the doors slapped shut behind her so hard they actually caught her in the rear making her hop and rub her backside comically. Still no one laughed. No one even looked up.
"Well this is a fine how do you don't." She muttered and sauntered down the stairs into the main floor of the club. She needed a drink, and this bar had gone out of it's way to name a drink after her. A red and black jello shot with various forms of high octane booze in it. Just two would get most girls her size drunk, and three would put them in a state of delirium that ALMOST was like being Harley.
"Hiya Mac!" She greeted the bartender who promptly...turned to greet another customer. Then another. Then another.
Harley began drumming her fingers on the bar, the cuff on her wrist glinting in the colored lights waving around from the bar.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm not wanted around here."
"Gee ya think!?" One particular drunken citizen spat practically falling off his stool.
Harley turned sharply to address the man. "What's your problem rummy?"
He just snarled "Traitor." And gestured with his glass almost spilling on Harley. She yelped and scrambled back bowling over some girls who screamed in shock and caused the crowd to stop what they were doing and glare at Harley once more.
"H-hey! He started it!" She pointed but no one followed her gesture. Instead they helped the girls up ignoring her and glaring in unison.
"Hoi! What is up with you guys? We used to have so much fun here! Are you THAT mad I lost?" She complained loudly and someone from behind shoved her hard. She stumbled and whirled about to see who but they were gone in the mass of faces and brightly colored clothes.
"I did my best! I'd like to see all of you do better!" She shouted over the music. The screens overhead were showing a remix of the current arena's best moments including fights, bloodshed, and Doki Doki animals rampaging.
But the Crowd ignored that. All eyes were on Harley and none of them were friendly.
"FINE!" I know when I'm not wanted." She barked finally turning on the bartender and pointing a finger at him. "Just gimmie three Harley Quinn's and I'll be outta here."
But the bartender folded his arms and looked down his nose at her. Somewhere inside Harley felt her heart cracking as memories of all the smiling faces of her adoring fans were replaced with glares and whispers.
"Fine! I'll help myself!" She vaulted over the bar causing the bartender to stumble backwards and smash into the shelves behind him. Harley took some bottles off the shelf and began juggling.
"Fickle pampered brats!" She scolded pouring the drinks into a long novelty mug with a curly straw. "We were ALL buddy buddy before the arena. You guys made me feel so at home I almost forgot how much I missed Gotham. You know how hard that is?"
The bartender punched the button on a silent alarm and in the back Harley could see some security coming her way.
"Well who needs ya? All I EVER wanted to do was make things fun for you. Make you all laugh and feel the love that I felt! But if you're gonna be like this I'll go find some new friends!" She pitched the bottles at the ceiling shattering them causing a commotion as panicked citizens scrambled to avoid getting liquor on their dresses.
Somewhere in the confusion she vanished.
**********
As night fell on the capitol a depressed and slightly tipsy Harley was wandering down the streets, shoulders sagged, face into a dull blank expression as she sipped her drink from the whimsical curling pink straw.
It was one thing to be betrayed by another tribute, but by the public? It wasn't like back home where it was always a crapshoot who would approve and who would panic. In the Capitol she felt accepted. It was like one big Arkham Asylum.
Where did I go wrong? She wondered looking up at the moon as it rose, pale and bright. It reminded her of Mister J.
"Tell me Puddin'." She implored the moon. "What do I do now?"
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And the system was quite different, depending on the time of day. And location, but that was more familiar. Most places were less active when it was dark, but this area was different. The darker it got, the more people there seemed to be. Most were going into buildings that turned her away at the door, for "being too young". She was unhappy the first time that happened, but the more she saw of the patrons, the less she minded. They didn't seem to be the friendliest sort.
She considered heading back to her apartment when she spotted a woman alone and also looking unhappy. She stopped and watched to see what the woman would do.
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Well, actually she was aware of the strangers on the street who would spare her a passing glare but only just.
"So what do I care huh? If...if you all just don't have any taste in psychopaths anymore. Fine! See how you like it!" She declared. "Me and my shiny bad girl cuff just won't come to your stupid parties! And I'll win the next round without any of ya'll!" She slurred. Her shouting scared off a couple of shoppers and a store keeper was peering through his window at her. The peacekeepers might get called soon.
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AndrAIa walked up to the blonde. "Hello," she greeted. "If you want a party, I think we can do something at the- dorms? I think there might be more friends there."
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"Yeah I guess...but most of my pals are still back in the arena." She whined. "And I really wanted the cheers and adoration of the fans you know?" She had been looking so forward to it she'd rushed out of the tribute center as soon as she'd been washed, fed and rested.
After a beat she added, "Wait, who are you? Are you new?"
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Then she grinned sheepishly. "I am new. I am AndrAIa." She smiled, inviting the woman to share her own name.
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"Sorry kid, I'm not so great with computers. I mostly use them to yell at losers who don't know how to play the game properly or who say stupid stuff like which supervillain is the coolest when it's obviously my Puddin'." She slurred a little and took another sip from her curly straw.
"Harley Quinn, apparently newest least popular tribute." She sighed and hung her head in shame.
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"Well some would call him a virus, I just call him my Puddin' or Mister J. But he calls himself The Joker~" She swooned just from saying his name, almost dropping her drink.
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Harley, it appeared to Valeria, had taken the second option and it didn't seem to be doing her any favors. She put a gentle hand on Harley's arm. "Sweetheart, I think when you start asking the stars for answers is when you need to put the drink down," she said, and then her eyes fell on the cuff and her comforting expression froze. "Oh."
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"I thought we were all friends you know? I go out and get killed, try to kill some people, fun fun fun! Then I come back here and everyone loves me and we sing and dance and drink and laugh." She sniffled pathetically.
"But this time it's like I did it wrong. Wasn't I supposed to kill people in a flashy way huh? Isn't that what they wanted? Was it cuz I fought back when Donnie came after me? I thought that was gonna be their favorite part!" She babbled desperate for answers that weren't coming, still oblivious to the Cuff's significance.