Dr. Rebecca Holiday (
doc_holi) wrote in
thecapitol2013-07-31 09:25 pm
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Party like it's the end of the world
Who| Holiday and OPEN! Especially to the people expressing interest over here
What| Party! Dancing! Drinking! Other adult activities!
Where| Out on the town somewhere
When| Early Week 7
Notes| Don't worry about a posting order. Just tag in wherever. If you want to do your own threads, go ahead and start them. Otherwise, it's a very loose group log. GO FORTH AND SPAM.
This is so unlike her and she knows it. She can't help it, though. That arena was hell. Everything leading up to that arena was hell. She was just so done with this place and if she couldn't rebel against the Capitol, well... she'd rebel against her parents like she always wanted to do.
If it weren't for the Nanites, she might even bring someone home with her.
Holiday had left her suite in the first thing her stylist had made her try on even as they complained that it wasn't stylish enough. She had already started on a few shots of bourbon to ensure that she didn't care at all.
Right now, she was out on the streets with these people she barely knew looking for a club to do things she had never done before, but dammit if she wasn't finally having a little bit of fun.
What| Party! Dancing! Drinking! Other adult activities!
Where| Out on the town somewhere
When| Early Week 7
Notes| Don't worry about a posting order. Just tag in wherever. If you want to do your own threads, go ahead and start them. Otherwise, it's a very loose group log. GO FORTH AND SPAM.
This is so unlike her and she knows it. She can't help it, though. That arena was hell. Everything leading up to that arena was hell. She was just so done with this place and if she couldn't rebel against the Capitol, well... she'd rebel against her parents like she always wanted to do.
If it weren't for the Nanites, she might even bring someone home with her.
Holiday had left her suite in the first thing her stylist had made her try on even as they complained that it wasn't stylish enough. She had already started on a few shots of bourbon to ensure that she didn't care at all.
Right now, she was out on the streets with these people she barely knew looking for a club to do things she had never done before, but dammit if she wasn't finally having a little bit of fun.

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Harley had taken to Holiday as quickly as only someone desperate for attention could. She was clad in a dashing red,black and white ensemble complete with a pointed jesters hat, tight black leather pants and diamond patterns painted on her arms.
She thrust a tall frozen treat with globs of something red and purple in it.
"They used to call it a Harley Quinn before they started hating me." She explained.
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"Easter?" The doctor eyed the weird looking treat while a little voice in her head simultaneously mentioned that trying that may just be a bad idea. Holiday ignored it and sipped at it a bit. Then took a few more sips.
"I like it. It's good. What's in it?"
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"Some Jell-O shots, pop rocks, sprinkles, whipped cream, strawberry wine, and gummiebear and cotton candy vodka!" She explained cheerfully taking a long curly novelty straw and sipping from Holiday's glass.
"Because nothing goes better with drunk then a sugar rush!"
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Oh, good. A sugar rush. "I'm sure it'll do wonders for my hangover later. Thanks." She chuckled again, sipping at her drink. "Why did everyone start hating you anyway? That seems pretty unfair."
She's getting buzzed. Enjoy giggles and personal questions.
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"They seemed to think I was having some kind of mutinous thoughts against the capitol just because I was tryin' to figure out how to cause more fun chaos around town instead of waiting for the arena."
At least that's how Harley had put the pieces together after some hapless NPC had confessed to what they'd been told about the cuffs.
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Holiday wiggled her wrist where a green, fluffy band was. Under that was her own cuff.
"Not sure what I did to make them so paranoid, but that's okay, I guess." Well, it was probably somewhere between trashing her room, conversing with Punchy on possibly killing some important people, and punching her mentor in the face a few times.
Details, though.
"I don't mind the weird looks. Let them think what they want."
Besides, the cuffs were a good way to find out who was on her side.
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"It stinks though! I love these people! They're just as crazy as I am! And they treated me so nice before with the parties and the food and gifts and love letters. But now it's all "Harley that's not funny." this and "Harley you're scaring away the customers" that. Buncha sour grapes. I tried really really hard to kill people last round for them too!" Harley had gone from manic to wibble in the space of time it took most people to flip a coin.
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Not really complaining about the lack of men trying to cop a feel, but she did enjoy surviving in the arena with some water and food.
On a side note, Harley's attitude towards killing should probably worry her, but it doesn't.
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"Who needs em? We'll have our own fun right? Then they'll see all the fun they've been missing!"
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"Look at it this way, win or lose? We're SUPERSTARS! Everyone knows our names and faces. And celebrities can behave badly."
To prove her point she grabbed a nearby citizen who screamed in panic before she snatched the wig off her head revealing her to have incredibly thin bland hair instead of neon green spikes. The clown princess shoved the citizen away and plopped the wig on Holidays hair awkwardly so her regular hair was still clearly visible.
"Did you SEE the look on her face?" She cackled.
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Between giggles, she started trying to fix the wig.
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"Come on now, what's something you've always wanted to do? Ditch your responsible answers, nothing noble. What's the most selfish thing you've denied yourself and we'll see if we can't tickle that itch here in beautiful downtown Sodom and or Gomorrah."
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"Well there is someone I've always wanted to do, but he's not here to do it to." There, she said it and she giggles some more.
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"Oooo! Uh well-a well-a well-a huh, Tell me more tell me more!" she urged on singing the request. She loved stories like this and so many of her friends from the games had them.
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"What about you? Or do you at least manage to bag the guys you get an eye for?"
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"Oh St. Patty, you have NO idea. There's only one man in the multiverse for me." Her voice sounded far away and in awe as she described her beloved. "That pale pasty skin, that sickly green hair, that manic laugh...that smile!" she clutched at her chest and sighed swooning on the spot and leaning into Holiday hard.
"My Puddin' Mr. J is the reason I am who I am today. I owe it all to him ya know? The good and the bad." She fanned herself with some napkins. "Sure we've had our rough patches. I bug him while he's working, he straps me to a rocket and fires it into the sky without aiming...but love overcomes all you know?"
She took a sip from the shared drink to continue "I just can't resist that man of mine. And if he were to show up in this world, he would be MVP in a week! Heck I doubt he'd even wait for the arena to start to start playing the game if you know what I mean." She pulled a thumb across her throat and pulled a comical "Dead" expression with her tongue flopping out and crossing her eyes.
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"That's not safe for him," he interjected, even though he'd only caught the last few sentences. "... if I may say so. But they kill people who kill outside the arenas."
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Her attention was directed to Some when he appeared and she smiled to him. "Hey, Some! I'm so glad you could make it."