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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 19, 2011 19:25:26 GMT -5
Cautiously optimistic about the situation, Pamela nods again and allows herself to look just a bit more relaxed - like any woman reassured that she's well protected would be. Actually, thanks to that accident with the SUV, she sees Agent Tiff as probably being rather incompetent and she's not sure what to make of this Ghast person at all.
She gives the latter a tentative smile as if trying to establish whether or not he's friendly, though she keeps most of her attention on Agent Tiff. "Thank you," she says, sounding sincere, "I'm just glad that nightmare is over."
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Post by ghast on Sept 19, 2011 20:55:45 GMT -5
He took note of the displeasure that crept up Tiff in hue's of red shame. Oh wait until Lyssa get a hold of this guy. He thought nodding to The woman. There was nothing much to do right now but wait until he died from the blood loss. He was slowly rocking back and forth on his feet. knowing that if he fell it would keep him from busting his face into the pavement. Not that this guy would care.
The He looked over at his arm and started to pick bits of pavement from it. fliking the bloodied pieces way word.
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Post by tiff on Sept 19, 2011 22:25:40 GMT -5
Tiff offered a stiff, formal smile to the woman and then turned to return to the upturned SUV. The radio was in there and hopefully the fall hadn't damaged it. He could very well use his phone, but he was already viewing this as failure. He had allowed rage to engulf him. The devil had tempted him and he had fallen for it. He was more than aware that Ghast would need medical attention, another failure. There was nothing he could do to save the Pale Rider from death, but being the incarnation of the force himself, he would soon revive.
He didn't look at the younger man as he climbed into the vehicle. He was relieved to find that the radio was in working condition and within minutes was exiting the vehicle.
"Back up should be here in about ten minutes, they're sending someone from a unit close to here to lend us another vehicle." He said to Ghast stiffly before he returned to watch Ms. Isley. He trusted no one, and especially not a woman who looked like her. These woman knew the power they held with their bodies and that did not sit well with him. She wouldn't simply get away because of her looks.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 19, 2011 23:09:33 GMT -5
Pamela simply stands and waits, pretending to still be slightly worried about her surroundings even though she isn't and knowing that anything else she does is liable to be taken the wrong way. She figures that pretending to cooperate fully will get her out of this mess with no complications - it's worked every other time, after all.
While she waits for the agent to find his radio, she idly watches Ghast - not really staring like he's probably used to, but merely watching since there's literally nothing else interesting to look at. She may be slightly digusted by the blood, but some of her initial reaction was purely for Agent Tiff's benefit - most other socialites she knows would go even further and go for a full freak out, but she's too tired to put that much effort into an act. But, as she's secretly a serial killer and is not at all normal physically herself, Ghast is someone she can get used to pretty quickly. And she assumes, based on the fact that neither man seems to be at all worried about him, that he's fine in spite of his injuries - and that actually has her a bit curious even though she says nothing.
She looks back at Agent Tiff when he comes back out, passively doing nothing but waiting patiently. She actually wouldn't be put off having to wait much longer for a vehicle, provided that Nightwing's men aren't out looking for her in numbers too big for these two to handle - they're probably still unaware that she's missing. She's actually enjoying being out here in the sunlight after being cooped up for so long, and she can feel her energy returning. She makes a mental note to never get kidnapped again.
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Post by tiff on Sept 20, 2011 0:23:54 GMT -5
Tiff avoided watching Warren, the antithesis of Ivy. He doesn't think, no matter his reasoning now for believing such, that what Warren is is natural, nor that fact that he's still standing and isn't dead yet. Instead, he looks everywhere but at the man, at least directly. He's watching both of the others, though. Tiff isn't one to believe that Warren wouldn't try anything and yet doesn't know enough about Pamela personally to trust her, but his character is also to blame for that.
He assumes this act of watching, but not looking as if he is, until he hears the sound of wheels. He turns and smirks at the sight of a vehicle much like the one he'd flipped coming towards them.
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Last Edit: Sept 20, 2011 23:09:31 GMT -5 by lyssa
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Post by lyssa on Sept 20, 2011 22:31:50 GMT -5
Lyssa had known it was going to happen. For all his talk and arrogance, she'd known that her superior, Agent Tiffany would be unable to handle Warren and as she rolled up to the scene, that was only further proven. The first two figures she saw were Tiff and Pamela. Tiff she instantly recognized and, she couldn't wait to see what happened to his face when she stepped out of the car. She manuevered easily and parked just feet away from them, but made no move from the car just yet.
Pamela she vaguely recalled from some report about a kidnapping at a high-class party three days ago. Then her eyes were drawn to the capsized SUV and Warren. She clenched her teeth. She didn't care about the car, but this showed just how incapable Tiff was. She knew that Warren wouldn't live through the injuries and seeing the flesh, which looked more like ground and pulverized beef than anything else, she was amazed he wasn't dead yet. She took a deep breath before she opened the door and stepped out. She didn't say anything disrespectful or even hinging on that. She had an image to maintain and if she started blasting off in front of this woman, it would make the department look incompetent, which for some of their members was true. She was looking at one.
"I was in the area, it appears you require some assistance? There's plenty of room." She looked at Pamela and nodded. "Agent Anders," she introduced herself quickly before casting a concerned look at Warren. "I'll prepare the back for you."
Which was the term between them that meant she was going to go ahead and set up the body bag for him to get in. She wasn't sure how close to death he was, but she knew he'd be what could be termed 'deceased' before they reached the FBI compound.
"You all can go ahead and get in too." She said to Agent Tiff and Pamela.
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Post by ghast on Sept 20, 2011 23:26:25 GMT -5
Warren rolled his eyes and headed towards the back of the other suv. He knew that Lyssa wasn't happy and that tiff was going to be getting an ear full the first chance she could. Ghast continued to pick at the flesh in his arm.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 20, 2011 23:51:57 GMT -5
It doesn't escape Pamela at all that these two men don't particularly care for each other - she's guessing that has something to do with that accident with the SUV. That's certainly something she can turn into her favor if she needs to... Having already expressed her absolute 'delight' at being 'rescued', she now keeps her mouth shut like the good innocent citizen she's pretending to be.
She glances up when she hears another vehicle approaching and, based on its similarity to the wrecked one, it must be their ride. She nods politely and simply says, "Pamela Isley," to the woman who comes out, giving another tentative smile. Actually, she's a bit annoyed - men are quite a bit easier to deal with than women are, not that Pamela can't handle them too. It's just that she'd rather not have to deal with anything that difficult at the moment and it looks like her luck on that is already minimal.
When directed into the vehicle she gets in without complaint, preferring to remain as boring as possible. Normal, average people with no criminal records are rather boring to an FBI agent after all, so she might at well appear so. Then again, this is one of those rare instances when her pheromones are of no help - in the close confines of the SUV, she won't be able to avoid it. And if there's one thing they're good at, it's making people take notice of her. Then again, even among people like this it would make them more inclined toward what she'd consider the 'good' kind of attention.
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Post by tiff on Sept 21, 2011 0:10:06 GMT -5
Tiff trails after Pamela, deciding to take the seat near her. He would rather drive, but even he understands where he stands in that. He nodded kindly to Pamela as he vaguely watches Lyssa spread something out in the rear of the vehicle, before stepping aside to allow Warren to climb in. He returns his stare forward after that, realizing what it is.
"Sorry for all this trouble, I'm sure you're quite tired of it. I'll try to hurry along the questioning as quickly as possible, don't want to detain any more than necessary." He gives her a warmer smile than before.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 23, 2011 9:54:18 GMT -5
Settling into the car, Pamela crosses her legs and sets her purse in her lap, glancing up idly at Agent Tiff sitting next to her. She smirks inwardly at his words - yep, definitely the pheromones. Well, if she's going to be forced to use them on the man, she might as well make the most of it. Smiling, she says, "No, it's no trouble at all. Believe me, this is heaven compared to the last few days, and like I said I want to do anything I can to help." Always good to further cement whatever good impression the man has of her, as anxious as she is to get home and check on her plants. Some of them are fragile enough to suffer with her being gone this long as it is.
Not really paying any attention to what's going on in the back, she simply waits and tries to mentally will everyone to move faster in order to get this over with. She has better things to do than lie and half-truth her way through another session with the authorities.
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Post by ghast on Sept 23, 2011 21:02:51 GMT -5
Warren leaned over the back of the seat in front of him just really to annoy Tiff in any way possible while what was left of his blood pumped through the gashes in his torso. He had his arms folded between the two head rests between Ive and Tiff. "So, just going to question her for being on the side of the road? Not very much to hold someone on. Or is it jut your paranoia?" He asked the man knowing the response was going to be nothing short of about how it was none of his concern an to learn his place.
However he was already, It was the back of the suv with the body bag.
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Post by tiff on Sept 23, 2011 22:07:03 GMT -5
Tiff didn't react at first to Warren's words, instead he just silently watched as Lyssa just was quietly got into the driver's seat after setting up Warren in the rear and easily turned the car in the middle of the road. It was as she set course back to the compound that Tiff glanced back to Warren's place. He had just simply nodded to Pamela with a believing smile.
"It's simply protocol. She was kidnapped and any information on Nightwing she could give us will be valuable, otherwise, I'm sure, Ms. Isley would enjoy getting back to her life. There must be people worried." He nodded to Pamela.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 23, 2011 22:33:58 GMT -5
Forget the people who are worried about her - what about her orchids? And that batch of seeds she left splicing are probably ruined at this point. Not to mention three days of distributing her perfume and reaping the rewards of that. Even the people she pretends to be friends with don't make the list of things for her to worry about.
"I'm sure there are," Pamela replies, looking a little sad as she keeps her real thoughts carefully tucked away, "All my friends must be worried sick about me. But it's better if I tell you what I can about Nightwing first - I know that I'd feel much better if he were caught. I'll probably stay at a friend's place until he is, just to be on the safe side." Yes, the idle ramblings of the innocent - so many of them lies coming from her. As if she'd hide from Nightwing!
As she talks she randomly notices the nails embedded in the fingers of Ghast's right hand since the way he's sitting puts that right next to her head. Hmm, you don't see that everyday. Obviously he either can't feel pain or is a masochist of epic proportions, more likely the former.
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Post by ghast on Sept 23, 2011 23:05:35 GMT -5
So why would a so called hero kidnap you? He asked her, not really carrying that he was becoming slightly sleepy. Knowing exactly where it was coming from and what it was an indicator for. He shook his head trying to keep himself awake. Ghast let his head droop to rest on his arms Watching the woman, there was something different about her. An he couldn't put his finger on it.
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Post by tiff on Sept 23, 2011 23:48:40 GMT -5
Tiff is wondering the same thing, but he doesn't voice it. The woman seemed innocent enough, and he actually believes her. He isn't sure why and internally he's screaming to himself that he shouldn't, but how could he not believe a face like hers. He didn't say anything, however, beyond asking their estimated arrival time from Agent Anders, who gives him a simple reply of ten minutes, traffic willing, and usually in Gotham it wasn't.
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