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 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.