The bracelets chafe. Not physically, no, they are a suspiciously perfect fit, so smooth and polished she might even be able to forget she's wearing them at all. But the gleam of thick silver around both wrists means something very specific to Harley, and being told she is welcome to explore parts of the grounds doesn't make it true. Especially when she can't leave until she picks her warden.
It's safe to say she is in quite a mood. At first she tries to wait them out – testing how much of a leash she is allowed, stomping moodily around, and generally looking for trouble. The tactic has served her well before, but Harley has limited patience even at the best of times. She never had a chance at running out the clock with immortals.
Fuck it. She'll pick whoever's hottest and get it over with.
>> MINI-MAGIC
After getting herself good and wound up with the welcoming committee, an arena sounds like just the thing. Arenas mean fights, er, sports. Sports that often feature socially approved violence. God, she hopes they have roller derby in this weirdo knock-off Rennfest. It's probably called something like Ye Olde Wheelie-Punchy or some shit.
She's in for disappointment. Not a single skate to be seen! The bracelet is cute enough but not even something worth stealing, but she slaps it on and gets to work burning off all her pent up aggression.
>> FISHING; day
Harley wandered towards the sounds of people, hoping for a party. Instead, someone puts a stick in her hand with an honest to god wriggling squishy something on a hook and expects her to ... what? Catch fish? For fun?
"Fuck this!" she declares, tossing the fishing pole the ground and looking for someone in the crowd who might at least be interesting.
>> FISHING; night
Finally! Something in Harley's wheelhouse! Sure, she's never exactly been against a semi-amphibious stabby fish creature before, but if someone points her in a direction and says to fight? Well, after the kind of upheaval this whole thing has been, she's a loaded gun ready to be aimed.
She's a little more, uh, enthusiastic than strictly necessary, and laughs joyously the entire time. Who knew fish had so much blood?
>> NETWORK; video
[ The pale face in the video is a stark canvas for tattoos and garish, smudged makeup. She looks wired, in the way of people who don't sleep enough or regularly and still have energy to spare. She grins, mugging for the camera, but the expression is tight around the eyes. Harley is playing a role, and well, but she's feeling a little stressed. ]
So. Guys. It's been a real swell day. Magic is real. Gods are soulbonders or whatever. We're all stuck here for an indeterminate amount of time for, uh, reasons? I got a tour of your nicest fish. Neato keen!
But where's the fucking whiskey? Tequila shots? Maybe a teeny little bump of cocaine? I'm not asking for a lot here! However you self medicate, I wanna hear about it.
Thanks in advance. You're a real peach.
(( OOC: Harley is from after the Birds of Prey movie and references to the film's events may come up. I will be avoiding most overt spoilers when possible, but please note if you would like to keep tags completely spoiler free. ))
Harley Quinn | DCEU
The bracelets chafe. Not physically, no, they are a suspiciously perfect fit, so smooth and polished she might even be able to forget she's wearing them at all. But the gleam of thick silver around both wrists means something very specific to Harley, and being told she is welcome to explore parts of the grounds doesn't make it true. Especially when she can't leave until she picks her warden.
It's safe to say she is in quite a mood. At first she tries to wait them out – testing how much of a leash she is allowed, stomping moodily around, and generally looking for trouble. The tactic has served her well before, but Harley has limited patience even at the best of times. She never had a chance at running out the clock with immortals.
Fuck it. She'll pick whoever's hottest and get it over with.
>> MINI-MAGIC
After getting herself good and wound up with the welcoming committee, an arena sounds like just the thing. Arenas mean fights, er, sports. Sports that often feature socially approved violence. God, she hopes they have roller derby in this weirdo knock-off Rennfest. It's probably called something like Ye Olde Wheelie-Punchy or some shit.
She's in for disappointment. Not a single skate to be seen! The bracelet is cute enough but not even something worth stealing, but she slaps it on and gets to work burning off all her pent up aggression.
>> FISHING; day
Harley wandered towards the sounds of people, hoping for a party. Instead, someone puts a stick in her hand with an honest to god wriggling squishy something on a hook and expects her to ... what? Catch fish? For fun?
"Fuck this!" she declares, tossing the fishing pole the ground and looking for someone in the crowd who might at least be interesting.
>> FISHING; night
Finally! Something in Harley's wheelhouse! Sure, she's never exactly been against a semi-amphibious stabby fish creature before, but if someone points her in a direction and says to fight? Well, after the kind of upheaval this whole thing has been, she's a loaded gun ready to be aimed.
She's a little more, uh, enthusiastic than strictly necessary, and laughs joyously the entire time. Who knew fish had so much blood?
>> NETWORK; video
[ The pale face in the video is a stark canvas for tattoos and garish, smudged makeup. She looks wired, in the way of people who don't sleep enough or regularly and still have energy to spare. She grins, mugging for the camera, but the expression is tight around the eyes. Harley is playing a role, and well, but she's feeling a little stressed. ]
So. Guys. It's been a real swell day. Magic is real. Gods are soulbonders or whatever. We're all stuck here for an indeterminate amount of time for, uh, reasons? I got a tour of your nicest fish. Neato keen!
But where's the fucking whiskey? Tequila shots? Maybe a teeny little bump of cocaine? I'm not asking for a lot here! However you self medicate, I wanna hear about it.
Thanks in advance. You're a real peach.
(( OOC: Harley is from after the Birds of Prey movie and references to the film's events may come up. I will be avoiding most overt spoilers when possible, but please note if you would like to keep tags completely spoiler free. ))