Pamela Isley | Poison Ivy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
chlorophylliac) wrote2012-11-05 03:05 pm
chlorophylliac) wrote2012-11-05 03:05 pm
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[Private to Zev]
Are you alright?
[Private to Dick]
How long have you been here?
[Private to Bruce Banner, later]
I need to revisit something we discussed last week.
[Open Spam]
[Ivy's reduced her movements to a limited cycle. She doesn't bother going to the dining hall for food, and she's keeping her visits to the deck to twice a day or so. She visits the Inmate showers, and the library on occasion, and she makes damn sure nobody observes her visits to Erik's but otherwise she keeps herself to her cabin. She has Zev's seedbank to work on, and her own research, and otherwise her need for human company is being solidly ignored until hopefully it'll just starve to death.
She's not hiding from (either) Bruce; that's a ridiculous idea. She's just reached a point where her sadness and anger - her homesickness, God help her - are bleeding into each other, feeding each other. The result is a brooding, isolating not-quite-depression that won't have an outlet until she snaps and destroys something. But what would the point of that be? She'll lose her plants, her powers, what little privacy she's clawed back from a place that offers none. She assumes Banner wouldn't hesitate, anyway, why would he? His passive aggression is insincere and manipulative by its very nature. She doesn't know or care to know what it conceals.
There's a green woman walking the decks, barefoot and purposeful, but her face is flat and empty.]
Are you alright?
[Private to Dick]
How long have you been here?
[Private to Bruce Banner, later]
I need to revisit something we discussed last week.
[Open Spam]
[Ivy's reduced her movements to a limited cycle. She doesn't bother going to the dining hall for food, and she's keeping her visits to the deck to twice a day or so. She visits the Inmate showers, and the library on occasion, and she makes damn sure nobody observes her visits to Erik's but otherwise she keeps herself to her cabin. She has Zev's seedbank to work on, and her own research, and otherwise her need for human company is being solidly ignored until hopefully it'll just starve to death.
She's not hiding from (either) Bruce; that's a ridiculous idea. She's just reached a point where her sadness and anger - her homesickness, God help her - are bleeding into each other, feeding each other. The result is a brooding, isolating not-quite-depression that won't have an outlet until she snaps and destroys something. But what would the point of that be? She'll lose her plants, her powers, what little privacy she's clawed back from a place that offers none. She assumes Banner wouldn't hesitate, anyway, why would he? His passive aggression is insincere and manipulative by its very nature. She doesn't know or care to know what it conceals.
There's a green woman walking the decks, barefoot and purposeful, but her face is flat and empty.]
[Private]
I'm nine days away from having been here a year.
[It's longer by far than Arkham was ever able to hold her.]
[Private]
[He seriously is. Not because it had been terrible having her here - he's actually been surprised at how relatively well they've been getting along, all things considered - but because the Barge was not a place you wanted to spend a huge amount of time in, and anniversaries weren't exactly things to be celebrated.]
[Private]
[There's a long silence.]
Harley sent me here, you know.
[Private]
[That he really hadn't been expecting. Not that he'd really had much of a theory about how it had happened in the first place - it was Gotham, there were a lot of ways to die on any given day - but if he'd been pressed to give one, he would have gone with building collapse or taken out by the GCPD or experiment gone wrong or something before he suggested Harley having anything to do with it.]
[Private]
I followed her in to get her out of there. The last thing I remember before the Barge is her taking a swing at me.
[Private]
Still, emotions are running a little high right now. :c]
God, I'm sorry.
[Private]
[She makes a strange noise that might be choked laughter.]
But good God, what did I think would happen? I know her better than anyone. [Including Joker, in her opinion, because he only saw her weaknesses; if he ever glimpsed her potential, he ignored it.] As if she would have chosen me over him. As if she would have chosen herself over him.
[She's practically talking to herself now. It's the first sign of madness, Ivy.]
[Private]
It's still fair to be upset about it. It's hard, caring about people who are that crazy devoted to something. [Not talking about Bruce at all nope.]
[Private]
I suppose you'd know that as well as anyone.
[Private]
[Private]
You're a great deal more tolerable, out of costume.
[Private]
[Private]
[Private]
[Private]
Talked much to my Warden?
[Private]
[Private]
[Private]
[Private]
Consider it an extension of my surprise.