(Preshow) Registration [Where you sign up IC]

[Harley Quinn]

Signing up for Desmond's Defense was like what I imagined signing up for America's Got Talent would be. Eager spectators brushed past me wearing t-shirts of their favorite stars, all sharing the same glowing smiles. You can even smell the excitement in the air, with fair-style food vendors on every corner. The streets leading up to the registration booth were littered with posters and banners, counting down the minutes until the big game began.

When I had finally gotten to where I needed to be, there were not very many people I had to wait in line for. In about a few short minutes, cushy men in suits saw me. Surprised to be receiving the royal treatment, I promptly asked them, "Is this the right place to sign up for Deigo's Void?"

The men dressed in uniforms and black sunglasses turned to each other before asking "Dante's Abyss?" 

"Bless you," I replied with a giggle and followed with a pop of my pink bubble gum.  

I always found that men in stiff suits rarely had the ability to enjoy some grade A humor. How unfortunate, I thought, I hope this game picks up in the fun factor.  The corporate goons then flooded me with a whole bunch of questions. It felt like I was being interrogated, or screened for a porno, or something. 

"What are your measurements, Miss Quinn?" the less grumpy looking fellow questioned me, while he tapped, tapped, away at his tablet device. 

"Please call me Harley," I winked,  "I'm 34-24-34." 

"Ok, Harley." the official laughed and gave me good once over before digging further, "how much do you weigh and how tall are you?" He asked while two white nurses appeared in the room with a tray of medical equipment.  Getting nasty flashbacks from the time spent at Arkham Asylum, mixed with all these questions had begun to agitate me. 

"Woah, Woah, Woah Mr. Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady how much she weighs!" 

After all that absurd invasion of privacy, they tricked me to stand on this metal platform, that told them how much I weigh anyway.  Fucking Bastards. One hundred and thirty-two pounds! How ridiculous, I had some burrito thing at one of those food carts outside, and I'm just a little bloated, ok. Outraged,  I asked them to let me go to the little girl's room and then weigh me again, and they refused to do so! 

Now I am waiting for someone to take some pictures and record a video of my beautiful self. This room is well stocked with beauty supplies, snacks, and brochures of tips and tricks learned from the previous Dexter's Circle contestants.  They are really trying to get people fired up for this event, aren't they?  

I was only given twenty minutes to get glammed up, which is a crime all by itself, but I could make it work. Standing in front of the massive Hollywood style mirror, I sensed my glittery, sexed-up attire would not be taken seriously on the big screen. No, I need to dress like I am going to war with the Batman. 

I ran my fingers through the left side of my hair and changed the tips from bubblegum pink to a deep crimson. Giggling gleefully, I copied this on the right side, changing the blue to soot black. "Time to go dark, Harley," I said, hyping myself up. Now it was time to finish becoming Cinderella, "bipidiy bobbidi boo," and with a quick snap of my finger, my top changed. 

Damn, I looked good, and I couldn't help admiring myself in the mirror. The mini corset I now wore would help with eliminate few extra burrito pounds. "You know what they say, the camera adds an extra ten pounds." 

Deciding to keep my midriff exposed. I changed my pink and sparkly blue shorts into black and red leggings. To complete my look, I put on a pair of thigh-high, black and red combat boots, on alternating color sides of my bottoms.  

The glaring light from multiple round bulbs surrounding the mirror made this whole experience more real to me.  Do you really think you are ready to be playing with the big boys I asked myself. To be honest, it had been a long time since I had gotten out there, let alone had a decent match with an opponent. This whole thing gave me a twisted knot in the pit of my stomach, and I could feel the adrenaline flooding my veins. 

A scrub wearing a headset knocked on my door twice before entering, "You have five minutes to head to the green room Miss Harley," leaving before I could get a word out. With a swift snap, I fastened a black leather choker around my neck, complementing my ghostly complexion. Now all I needed is some more pop, so I reached for the brightest red lipstick on the makeup counter in front of me. 

"MMMM yes, I  think I am more than ready for the cameras now. "

Lights, camera, action! With all the flashing from the cameras, I was definitely feeling myself. Everyone adored me, and I made sure I winked in my headshots, to make the crowd fall in love. During the video, goodnight stared alongside me, so everyone knows I mean business. Seeing as I am already such a superstar, the photography and videography did not last more than a few moments. 

I now find myself among many other contestants, of all different kinds of people, and all kinds of strange things. Some turned to me as I entered, others were either in deep conversation or caught up in the heat of the moment. Taking an excited breath, I can feel how wide my smile is, " It's showtime bitches!"