Remembering the Dead

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley Quinn is seated on a large rock in the Nexus today. She seems to already to be in the Halloween spirit, as the colorful young woman is dressed as a circus ringmaster. But despite her colorful costume, her usual energetic spirit seems to be missing today.

She has a bouquet of flowers in her hand. And takes one of the flowers, then slowly removes the petals of the flower one-by-one, scattering them underneath her.

"This year is going to be the first time that I am not in Arkham, during a death-a-versary. And I am not really sure what I should do?" She bites her bottom lip for a moment. "How do you remember those who are gone, without letting the memories overwhelm you?"

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[sweetcandygirl]

"I was never good at the whole planning thing..." Harley places her hands on her hips, tapping her foot for a moment.

She tilts her head at him again. "This ain't a facility. Ya are actually pretty far removed from that in fact."

Then she shrugs her shoulders again. "Not really sure what I want. Guess maybe that is the whole point. To figure out the starting point."

[crazystranger]

"So don't plan. just do. Do what you want. Do what you need. Why plan. Just do what you feel like you need to. Be yourself."

He falls quiet though, considering that part about the facility. "Yeah, that so? Prove it? They've played that game before. Sorry but I'm used to it." He doesn't think she's lying, just that she doesn't get it. "Prove to me it isn't them playing games again."

[sweetcandygirl]

"Not planning is easy..." Harley reaches into her ringmaster hat, to pull out some bubblegum. She pops it into her mouth.

She thinks for a moment. Then quotes from one of her favorite parts from Alice in Wonderland. "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?”

Harley puts up her hands, as if not sure how to answer the challenge. "Sorry. But I like games. And I am not sure how not to play one..."

[crazystranger]

"Doing should be easier, but most make it hard," he points out, taking from how much he's seen as of late in the world.

Slowly he smiles then, liking the sound of that. "So what's stopping you? Why don't you just make it happen then. Turn the world upside down. It needs it," he says, voice rising with a sharp edge. "Build it up like y'want or burn it down."

But his eyes narrow, even with that crooked smile. "So you're with them? Otherwise why play their games?" He glances to the left and then to the right. "So this could be another facility game, wanting to see what they can pull from me here all alone. Push my buttons until I snap again."

[sweetcandygirl]

"This isn't my world..." Harley points out. "I can do that, back home."

"Nuh'huh. I am not one of them."

"And see, you tell me to go ahead and let go, but you don't want to do the same?"

[crazystranger]

"Good. Don't let anyone tighten a noose on you."

He's feeling it back home. Literally in a way. This though, this was new.

"I didn't say I wouldn't snap. Just that its what they want. As for the rest... I would. But it means turning things on, and if I did that, you would likely run." And he kind of misses having the Rowdy 3, the other three to their four, around. "Why I wanted you to let loose. Let out the pain and then I could take it. Take it from you and you feed from it," he admits, watching her curiously to see how she reacts to what he says. "Doing it now can just hurt and kill."

He could do it with Icarus, but some random girl that wasn't having a vision? He worries what he might do. Huh, that's a new experience.

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley slips off her rock, to stand in front of him. "I won't run."

"Dotcha think that we could help each other?"

[crazystranger]

Martin drew a slow, shuddering breath. "Okay then." His tongue brushed over his lip, then his teeth catching it, dragging slowly over it.

"Think about the dead. Think about the pain and how much you miss them. Bring it all up. So I'm taking it, not... you." Because he can kill her, and would if he isn't careful. He doesn't want to kill someone else the facility might be screwing with.

[sweetcandygirl]

"How do you take it?" Harley asks, arching an eyebrow in query.

[crazystranger]

Hell, he's gotten this far. No reason to hide it now. If he's right, they know what he does. If he's wrong, who cares then?

"I drink it down. I draw the energy from you and it... sustains me." His stare is direct and hard, watching for her reaction.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I see..." Harley arches on her toes for a moment. Thinking over the situation for a long hard moment.

"Does it hurt?"

[crazystranger]

Martin pauses then. "Not much thought about it. Amanda doesn't think so. Helps her get rid of the crazy when it gets her. Icarus doesn't like it much." Since they never ask. "If I stop, it shouldn't."

He pauses then, inclining his head in acknowledgement. "When. When I stop."

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley frowns slightly. "I don't want the crazy to stop. It makes me... me."

[crazystranger]

"You got pararibulitis? That's what gets her. Vision and shit. God, those things taste fucking good," he says, tossing his head back and giving a short barking howl sound thinking about it.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I got a mixed bag of junk. Don't want any of it to be taken away."

[crazystranger]

"Why I said bring up the emotions. You bring 'em up, and that's what will lay on the surface. I got enough control not to hurtcha." At least he's pretty sure he does.

[sweetcandygirl]

"I have heard that before..." Harley huffed, blowing a strand of her hair out of her face.