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.]
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[She almost says 'mortal', but frankly she doesn't know what she is now. Her ageing has slowed - she looks younger than anyone in their mid-30s has any right to - and she's already survived one experience that left her under a headstone. The complications of being the only one of your kind.]
Spam
Did they kill you after they finished with me?
Re: Spam
In Gotham? No. They didn't even try. Not so much as a disapproving conversation with my previous Warden, as memory serves.
Spam
[He drums fingers on his arm, annoyed.]
Does the offer of a truce still stand? I want to get out of here.
Spam
[But her stance shifts; not a pause any more, but a stop. She's listening.]
Did you have a method in mind?
Spam
I know a door that leads to the engine room but every time I try to go through, it dumps me off somewhere else. We're probably better talking about this somewhere more protected, but I wanted to bring it up.
Spam
We can discuss it later. My cabin is 1-11.
Spam