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Post by tiff on Nov 27, 2011 10:43:20 GMT -5
Tiffany blinked. "You can't..." he started, but couldn't finish the statement. It was too disgusting. It was a good thing they arrested this woman before she could cause any real damage. She would be put away for a long time.
He started to pace as he thought over his options. They would have to go through her garden and research all the possible toxic plants within them. They would have to determine antidotes to any possible toxic substances that were being circulated through Gotham. He stopped his pacing, "Do you have any further information about any other criminal activity going on in Gotham? Do you possibly know where Dent would be hiding based on your past relationship with the man?" he asked his final questions. If she didn't, he would send her back to her cell. He had gotten the most information he could get from her, and as far as he was concern merely capturing her was an accomplishment for Gotham. He couldn't even imagine the amount of people she would have killed if left on the streets.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Nov 27, 2011 16:13:18 GMT -5
Pamela also doesn't seem to grasp why, exactly, that statement would be so shocking. It's the truth, isn't it? The world is full of people who are better off dead. In fact, she can't think of anyone off the top of her head that she'd consider definitely worth keeping alive, other than herself of course. She's sure there are some, but none come immeadiately to mind.
She waits patiently for the next question, mostly because she doesn't really have any other choice. Well, she could kill Agent Tiff, but that would do nothing but make things worse for her. Hopefully they'll give her some credit for 'cooperating' instead. Like with the easy questions he's asking now. "Not anyone you haven't caught already," she replies to the first, and the second gets, "The man I dated is now the weaker half of him. He only acts like the Harvey I knew less than half the time, and the Harvey I knew was clever enough to hide where the people who know him best wouldn't expect him to be. The only thing I know for sure is that, wherever he is, it has something to do with the number two or opposites - but you probably knew that already." That's simply Two Face 101.
She's guessing that she could find him if she wanted to, actually. She has a way of getting men to tell her things that she wants to know, so she would simply have to ask around places where people are likely to know someone who knows someone who knows something and go from there. But that would require her to be free to do so. And even though she'd love to see Harvey behind bars, her dislike of the F.B.I. is growing large enough for her to not want to go out of her way to help them purely out of spite. That's why she's works alone: everyone is too easy to hate.
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Post by tiff on Dec 1, 2011 15:08:24 GMT -5
Tiffany did not like this woman. Her complete lack for sympathy or empathy was disgusting, and only proved how twisted the sins had wrapped around her. Even though she had been more than cooperative, it felt like it was with indifference. She did not care if her information got other's caught. She did not care if the FBI took her in. It was almost as if she did not even find them threatening, but just mere ants to step on. It made a frown dance upon his lips as he listened to her give the useless information about Harvey Dent. He knew all this. He had already done an over all back ground check on all the rogues. He had a file for each one that he kept locked in his office, as well as a list. A list that he was slowly crossing off as he captured each one.
When she was finished, he brought his eyes to her face. He would not look anywhere else because the rest of her figure was to comparable to a prostitute. "Well then, this will conclude our questioning, Dr. Isley. As I mentioned before, you will be staying with us until we can better understand your motives. Good day," he finished, and turned to leave before she could even comment.
Never let the devil seduce you with his tongue. He always had more wit then you, so he left immediately before she could protest. As he shut the door, he informed the agent's outside that she would be staying. "Make sure you use gloves when taking the pencil and papers back. Just to be careful, I would prefer if all Agent when dealing with this woman, are using gloves. She has a specialty in poison, and I will not be seeing more of my men die," he stated then walked down the hall to continue with the enourmous amount of other projects he had to continue.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2011 20:08:35 GMT -5
Truth be told somewhere deep inside Pamela she knows that, perhaps for the first time, she's gotten herself into a seriously horrible situation. Not one she can't figure a way out of, of course, and she will in order to get out and rescue her babies from the F.B.I.'s testing, but it won't be easy. There will be some weakness to their fancy prison system she'll be able to exploit sooner or later - it was designed by men, no doubt, so of course there will be flaws. It'll just be a matter of finding it. She just hopes that it will take less time than she fears - it took her a few days to get away from Nightwing, and he had much less security.
But that's deep enough within her that when she notes Agent Tiff forcing himself to keep his eyes on her face she smirks in amusement. And she's not about to protest when he tells her that they're finished - thank goodness that's over! If she's going to get out of here it's not going to be from this room, that's for sure. She ends up having to wait a few minutes before guards come to collect her, wearing gloves, though this detail isn't noticed. Which is a pity because she would have had a good laugh at that: how is something so mundane as gloves supposed to really help? But Agent Tiff is a man and, therefore, can't be expected to be able to get in her way for too long.
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