i'd like to make you suffer. harley, day 2.

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[ retro gm ] angel lí ✨
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i'd like to make you suffer. harley, day 2. Mar 2, 2024 0:12:29 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Mar 2, 2024 0:12:29 GMT -5

"Don't ask," Harley mutters, throwing back the two ibuprofen she'd found by the Cornucopia.

Her little glowing nuisance was blinking at the purple bruise billowing against her jawline, cooing like it's actually concerned. Harley knows better. These little things are Capitol made - if they're not spying on her through this thing then it's surely going to turn feral at some unsuspecting moment. Hades Lochlan isn't a little bitch. He'd do it. And Harley would have half a mind to respect him for it, too - were she watching and not competing.

So they don't have the balls to come face her in the tower. Okay. Just plant a trap right by the bottom of a ladder. Coward, Harley glowers. Muscles in her jaw groan in agony as she swallows down the pills without water, gagging slightly at the torrid texture lingering in her mouth and cursing whoever took the time to dig a great big fucking hole here. Find a bitch with a spade, Harley notes as she climbs back up to the tower, and beat them senseless with it.

Ibuprofen won't cure a trowel to the face. She knows from experience.

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scavenging the tower, day 2:
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“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”

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i'd like to make you suffer. harley, day 2. Mar 2, 2024 0:23:14 GMT -5

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Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Mar 2, 2024 0:23:14 GMT -5

"Wait."

Supplies packed up and slung over their shoulders, Harley pauses before their final descent from the tower and eyes the generator lingering in the corner of the tower.

"I have an idea."

Truth be told she'd had the idea since this morning but was too chicken-shit to actually act on it, save she look like an idiot in front of Rita. Harley was never a brainiac and she'd barely completed 10th Grade before the Keepers threw her and her brother into jail for simply being born to the wrong father, but what she did know was violence. Destruction.

It was only until later in the afternoon when she'd thought her feet would find solid ground and instead her chin found the corner of a pit in the earth that she'd decided to act on it. Harley and Rita had enjoyed the spoils of a warm night in the tower. Fuck if she was going to let the rest of these cowards benefit from it too.

They could freeze to death for all she cared. It'd make her job easier, for one.

So she takes the small axe that her floating little friend had pulled out from the stretch of darkness and goes to town, wildly hacking off bits of metal like she knows what she's doing. (She doesn't, of course. But what the rest of the arena doesn't know can't hurt Harley.)

"There," she steps back, satisfied her work at least looks broken. "Now nobody else can keep warm."

gorgeous table by pogue!

harley attempts to break the generator in the watch tower:
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“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”