18095/You are going far, kid

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You are going far, kid
Date of Scene: 28 May 2024
Location: Derby Queens
Synopsis: Or in this case you are going to Ibiza. International roller derby!
Cast of Characters: Harley Quinn, Rogue




Harley Quinn has posed:
Roller Derby training day!

'Be there or be square!' - That's what the group message said when Harley sent it to the girls that are part of the team. Many have chosen to be square but the ones that showed up have been going through the most arduous training so far. It's like Harley is making it on purpose to make it as difficult as possible. Hard exercises. Pairing girls with others who are much larger. April got Rogue as a partner of course and has had to timeout a few times already, now resting out on bench while Harley blows on her whistle.

"This ain't no time to rest gals. I am gettin' ya ready for the future! I see great things coming our way, dears. Great things!" those baby blue eyes glinting with anticipation. It's clear there's something going on. She's dressed as her usual. At least when she is here training, with her suit and fedora hat, unlit cigarette on the corner of her lips and directing the training.

Yet as the sound of a truck arriving is heard there's a mischievous grin, "Ah yes, they are finally here! Anna, as you have ran poor April to the ground it's on you to help unload it." she tells the southern belle.

Rogue has posed:
It was summer vacation for teachers, and as such Rogue was back at having a fair amount of free time. She'd happily gotten away from the mansion in Westchester for awhile, to come down here... for this.

After getting dressed in the locker room, Rogue had met April, and the two had hit it off pretty quickly. In fact, they were soon to be talking at one another in rapid succession, with even a few bouts of talking about Harley, possibly laughing about something related to her. Inside jokes are fun like that, unless you're the one they're about!

But it was all being done out of love! Surely!

Throughout the training, Rogue had kept her touch power at-bay with the mental shields that Jean Grey had been helping the Belle build within her mind for the past 3 years. It allowed Rogue to touch skin to skin, which was ideal in a situation like this. The major setback? She was going to have a headache later tonight, once she had to let the mental barrier relax, and her mutation take over again. But the cost out weighed the negatives? Right?

Dressed in a practice uniform, with a nice pair of black blades on her feet, the Belle is standing beside her partner, the duo smiling at harley, Rogue still wearing her helmet while April has her off to adjust her strap and her ponytail, since her hair had come loose in the one on one scrap with the southern gal to her left.

"I still think it'd be overkill if ya actually put me in a game, Coach." Rogue says in her sultry southern hued voice. "I mean, I'm happy to help train the team, but yeah... still think it best if I just ride the bench." She states, her roller blades being given a little wobble skatey roll, her flight power keeping her up no matter how silly she gets on them. Cheating is great, sometimes.

April is of course smirking at this, shaking her head lightly. "I sure don't want to try and actually play against this chick." She states, motioning toward Rogue without looking at her. "I can't even push her around, and she's on wheels."

Rogue beamed a smile at this, and whispered to April. "That's my secret, I'm always gettin' pushed around."

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Oi! No frolicking during training! You want to fool around I have Mr. Strappy at home for it!" This said when Rogue and April start talking around and joking. Such a serious look on Harley too. Clearly she is taking this training day with a kind of seriousness that's uncanny. And suspicious. Or maybe she's just jealous of the two gals. Go figure what goes on in the clownette's mind.

"Oh no. You gonna be our ace, doll." Did she just change her accent to a more drawn out drawl? Yes. "You coming in when shit hits the fan and we need that heavy hitter." she nods as if she had a whole plan in her mind already. Which she most likely does by now. "Specially when you see what I gotta in the truck..." again with the weird look.

"Listen April. Even I can push Anna around. Now stop whining and give me 20!" pushups, that is. "Now you come with me." she beckons with a finger at Rogue, making her way to the door. Outside a truck is parking, Harley moving to the back to open the large truck door, "Behold!" she points to a bunch of crates, "Our new uniforms, for when we go INTERNATIONAL!" she announces to Rogue, "We are gonna fuck some european teams."

Oh boy.

Rogue has posed:
naturally the two women had fallen in-line at their demanding Coach's barked out commands, but they'd shared still some smirks, or knowing looks. All the same, they fell in to order and got their assigned practices done, mostly.

April was quick to let out a whine when she was told to do 20 pushups, but she begrudgingly rolled over to the nearby bench where she sat down, utilizing it to make it easier to transition down to the floor. "One..." She grunted out a second later, on the toes of her skate boots making it all the more hard! But, April was in good shape.

Rogue, meanwhile, skated along beside harley toward the back area where they accessed a door to the alley with the truck. Her eyes narrowed at it, before she reached a hand up to adjust the helmet atop her head, her brown and white hair sticking out from around the base of the helmet.

At the talk of fucking European teams, Rogue turned her gaze over to harley, and narrowed her eyes at her next. "'Up', you mean, right?" She asks, finishing harley's statement there. "pretty sure ya meant to add 'up' to that..." She quietly notes before she rolls on over toward the truck, without needing to push off with her feet. That damn flight power, what a cheater!

With her half-gloved hands on the back of the truck, Rogue leaned inside to pull a box out. She propped it up, popped it open, and peered inside. "How cute." She says, a hand digging around in the box to see what all is hidden inside...

"Wait, are we goin' over seas for real? I didn't realize this sport was that... big..." The Belle idly comments as she digs around inside the box.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"I mean, you do you, Anna." Harley lifting her shoulders in a shrug when she asks about that very important 'up' on Harley's expression about those European teams, "I hear the french girls are freaky. I am sorta into that so ..." she appears to be mulling on that for a few moments, eyes glazing in thought before she returns to the present, jumping up to the truck nimbly, "But in this case we astarting with Ibiza, baby!" she grinning wide.

"I already got tickets for me and Ivy to go there and pave the way. And then we flying the girls in to do some games, maybe a tour even. It's gonna be wild. Because see, I got this sponsor. Real generous too." she gesturing at the crates as if they were proof of that generosity.

Inside the box that Rogue opens up are roller blades and uniforms. Very good looking ones too, black and red with the roller blades looking to be with high quality. So razor sharp too! All top knotch.

"Look at that. Some of the most expensive stuff in the market. And all for my girls.." she holds her hands together, "And the game is growing! There's a team in Ibiza, also one in Paris. And more. Or so my sources tell me."

Rogue has posed:
Rogue has a set of the blades pulled out of one of the boxes, with a top draped over one of the box flaps. She's grinning lightly at the style, before she puts her green eyes over on harley's blues.

What follows is a long string of French words spoken to the Clownette, fluid, and graceful, spoken with a perfect inflection that took Rogue's voice out of her Mississippi drawl, and gave her a Parisian flavor like a true native might have.

She then smirked after saying whatever the hell she'd just said, "My mother taught me from birth." She states, looking back to the skates, and checking their size on a tag. "Jean an' I went there back in January for my birthday. Didn't see any roller derby places... but we were hittin' up all the necessary touristy stuff. Goin' back for this? That'd be a hoot." She states, before jamming the stuff back in the box. The box is picked up, the Belle turning to face harley. "Load me up, Coach! I'll get it all inside in a few trips."

She'll wait for harley to dump a few more boxes ontop of the first, before she twirls upon her skates, lifts each box up with ease, and glides upon rubber wheels back toward the building's interior, that darn flight power is like an engine built inside the Belle's body.

Harley Quinn has posed:
"Be still my beatin' heart!" Harley says, surprised that Rogue knows french of all things. Not that Harley knows, mind you. But does that matter? She grins wide at Rogue, "Guess you are safe from running laps later today. But yea, that's why I am getting you gals ready. We need to look good out there! And crush the opposition." she flipping the unlit cigarette to the other corner of her mouth.

"And if you already know Paris then we will have advantage! Oh yes, this is turning out perfect. But first it's Ibiza. I already got my party glitter ready." she grinning widely while picking up a pair of heavy boxes to carry in.

Harley the coach is no slouch after all! "Now you are just showin' off by flying out here!" she calls after Rogue, following her in.