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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 3, 2012 22:19:56 GMT -5
Truly Poison Ivy and Harley are from two very different cultures. When you're born into enough money, the world is a different place for you. She's classy because when you're in high society and do not wish to make a spectacle of yourself that's just how you behave. And falling down into the depths of the criminal underworld is not going to change who she is as a person. And being the only child of neglectful parents made her accustomed to doing everything for herself by herself, and other events in her life deeply cemented the idea that being independent is the only way to be.
She doesn't directly respond to Harley's comment on her intelligence. She's utterly brilliant, actually, especially in her specialties, but she sees no need to say anything to confirm it. After all, when people are too blind to see that she has brains along with the beauty that always works in her favor. Not that she feels any particular worry about Harley in that way, but it isn't in her nature to brag and boast except to humiliate her enemies. In other situations, she'd rather let her actions speak for themselves.
When Harley goes on to explain her current situation, Poison Ivy frowns. She was actually in that situation herself recently. After abandoning her estate to the feds, it took her a bit to find her current hideout and the time in between had not been pleasant. This is a very rough city to be in for a lone woman, hiding from the law and with no place to go. Even with her not unsubstantial ability to protect herself it had been dangerous and shaky at times.
And with that in mind she finds herself says, "My place is not very... pleasant. Probably even worse for anyone besides myself - I'd have to give you a shot to keep you from dying. But it's very safe, and I have a couch..." She's a bit surprised at herself, making that offer. She is, after all, keeping where she lives now an absolute secret from everyone. Still, how can it harm anything for her to give Harley a hand? It's not like Harley's any easier for the feds to track than she is. Besides, she tells herself, the clown girl will probably only stay for a few days to get her feet under her and then go.
The comments on her car get an actual smile. She'd had to leave her house in a very big hurry, and hadn't had any time to grab any of her other nice things. Instead she'd spent what time she'd had grabbing necessities and as many of her prized plants as possible - they're far more important to her than any of her other possessions. But the car had some with her simply by virtue of the fact that she used it to escape. And she's rather glad that she did - it's probably her most prized possession outside of her plants. "I didn't steal her," she replies as she starts toward it and fishes the keys out of her purse, "My parents gave her to me when I got my doctorate." It's one of the very last things that they ever did, actually. Unfortunately, giving their daughter the car she wanted did nothing to make up for decades of neglect.
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Post by harley on Feb 5, 2012 11:21:56 GMT -5
Harley was surprised when Ivy offered up her place to her. It was rare that anyone was nice to her. Batman had been somewhat nice to her on occasions, after he had captured her and taken her to Arkham, but nice nonetheless. Most people found Harley either scary, annoying or a mixture of the too and didn't want anything to do with her. When it came to Ivy however, it was different. Maybe because she hadn't been in Harley's company long enough for her real personality to sink in. After all, at this moment she was depressed after her very recent split with The Joker and wasn't her usual chirpy self. Perhaps it was because they were both females and Ivy was looking out for her. Whatever the reason was, Harley definitely wasn't going to argue with it. A safe place to stay was a rare thing in Gotham, even rarer for rogues like Harley. But the mention of a shot was pretty daunting to her.
"Ugh...a shot? I kinda have this thing with needles, I don't like 'em." she said while rubbing her arm on where she imagined the shot would go. While she could run into a gun fight with nothing but her little bag of tricks or even be in The Joker's constant presence without feeling even a hint of fear. A tiny needle going into her skin terrified her. It was a strange situation, but everyone had a phobia of one thing or another, Harley just didn't like needles. But, if it was necessary for a safe place to stay for however long she would need it then she had no choice in the matter. A shot from a woman she had just met didn't exactly seem like the greatest idea in the world, but Harley trusted her.
Slowly, she followed Ivy up to the car. The closer the car got, the better it looked. As Ivy mentioned that she had a doctorate, Harley grinned and got excited. It was another thing they had in common, apart from both being females on the wrong side of the law. "I'm a doctor too! I'm a doctor too! What are ya a doctor of?" she asked with enthusiasm. She was happy that she had met somebody who she had so much in common with. While she thought that The Joker was the person that she had most in common with, in reality they had next to nothing in common. If anything, Ivy was probably the person who she had most in common with in Gotham.
Then she realized what Ivy had said about her parents. "Hey, wait, your folk bought ya this? Sheesh, you must be super rich!" she said as she waited to get in the car. If someone this rich lived in Gotham, she was surprised that her and The Joker hadn't tried to steal from them before. But thankfully they hadn't otherwise this new friend would have been far from friendly and Harley would probably be lying dead on the floor with the men in the bar. "So where do ya stay?".
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 5, 2012 23:50:18 GMT -5
If anything Poison Ivy would be most inclined to find Harley horribly irritating, but as she has a certain tendency to ignore everything that doesn't get in her way and can't help her get what she wants. This includes the energy level of the person she's talking to, as long as that energy is not currently channeled in a non-favorable direction. And she's not about to find Harley scary, partly because the woman doesn't really have a reason to attack her, and even if she did Poison Ivy is extremely confident about the outcome. If her vines can catch Nightwing for her and put him at her mercy, then who can't she catch? Really, in that situation she'd be far more concerned about the Joker's reaction - she suspects that she is or will soon become powerful enough to even look him in the eye, but that's one rogue she doesn't want to anger until she's certain she can stand against him.
She frowns slightly as Harley expresses a distaste for needles. As someone who injects herself with her concoctions literally all the time, they don't bother her even slightly. Especially since pretty much anything anyone else tried to inject her with she'd be immune to. Still, in an effort toward some sympathy, she notes, "Think of it this way, Harl: if I need to give you a shot so that you won't die at my place, exactly how much do you need to worry about us having any company?" She knows that the real selling point of her hideout is the safety factor - it's a rare thing to be able to say about a place when you're a criminal in Gotham. Especially with the FBI throwing what used to be an actually somewhat organized network of criminals into complete disarray.
Finding her keys, she pulls them out and uses the remote to disable the alarm. She'll keep the top up, though - this time of year it gets too cold at night for putting the top down to be enjoyable. And she raises an eyebrow what Harley says she has her doctorate - what in the world could this type of woman study to that level? None of the laboratory sciences, surely? "Botany," she answers, "With an emphasis in hybridization and toxicology." She steps easily into the car, which is just as nice on the inside as it is on the outside.
A slightly angry frown crosses her face as Harley comments on her money. "I was, until the feds took everything," she confirms, now remembering even more everything she lost: the plants she couldn't save, all her nice things, and her comfortable existence in general. Her parents, and then her after she killed them, were multi-millionaires. Which meant that she still had significantly less than the wealthiest in Gotham and her family was never that prominent until just recently since her parents weren't very social, but it was still a lot of money.
Then again, other than the plants she was only so attached to that lifestyle. In some ways she finds what she's doing now more fulfilling - she can do absolutely anything she wants now, so long as it doesn't allow the feds too close. Which gives her significantly more options than also limiting herself to what wouldn't spoil her reputation among polite society. "Not that I have any trouble getting money now..." she adds with a smirk as she waits for Harley to get in.
And when Harley does, she'd discover two things very quickly: Poison Ivy likes to drive really fast. But also, she's really good at it. Comes from the fact that she's now had over a decade of experience in driving sportscars and being pretty enough (or, if the officer is a woman, rich enough) to talk her way out of a ticket - lots and lots of practice. The fed's nightly curfew patrols only make it worse because they encourage her to do things like drive with her headlights off and choose odd routes.
"I bet some of the feds are asking themselves that question right now, when it should be obvious," she replies as they start off, "Where would you hide if you were immune to everything?" Which is a slight exaggeration - there are a few things she isn't immune to, some of them much more so than an ordinary person would be, but that's a fact she doesn't like to advertise.
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Post by harley on Feb 12, 2012 17:22:35 GMT -5
The thought of a shot still made Harley uneasy. After everything Joker had done to her, a shot was nothing in comparison. Harley couldn't help but try to imagine where in Gotham a shot would be required in order to survive, then there was the question of what would be injected into her. For the moment, Harley tried to not think about it, pushing it to the back of her mind along with everything else she tried not to think about. However, she was slightly reassured at the idea of how safe they would be from unwelcome visitors if the shot was necessary. Harley rubbed her arm nervously as she waited for the car to be unlocked.
"Gee, I guess, Red. It's just that I hate shots." she said nervously, still hesitant about the idea of the shot.
Harley listened as Ivy had told her about what she had studied. Looking back, it must have been a pretty obvious answer. With everything that had happened previously in the bar, botany and toxicology made a lot of sense. The way the man died after Ivy had kissed him and how the vines moved in a way that Harley had never seen before, finding out that Ivy had studied plants and poisons to such a degree did explain a lot.
"Cool! I used to be a criminal psychiatrist!" she said proudly. Upon meeting Harley these days, it would be hard to believe that she had such a job. Of course, she wasn't always this way. Studying criminal minds lead her to lose hers. Before she met The Joker, Harley was an over ambitious psychiatrist. To her, learning The Joker's secrets was her ticket to fame and fortune and in a way she was right. However, the kind of fame she had now probably wasn't the kind she had hoped for.
"Stupid feds! They always stick their big noses in where people don't want 'em! Everybody was havin' a good time until they decided to ruin everybody's fun." she said with a frown. The FBI had certainly made living as a criminal in Gotham a lot harder recently. It was only going to be a matter of time before one of those government groups stepped in to do something about the ever increasing crime level in Gotham. As inconvenient as the FBI were, the top level rogues of Gotham had still managed to continue what they were doing. That is why it was so important to stick together, and why the idea of a safe place to stay with Ivy was so appealing. Although, if Harley was captured by the FBI or police, it might encourage The Joker to come rescue her.
"Yeah, stealin' stuff is easy peasy, I don't even need to steal money anymore! It ain't like I can spend it anywhere. If people saw me goin' into a store, they'd just phone the boys in blue or even worse try and shoot me!" she said as she made her way into the passenger side of Ivy's car.
As Harley sat down on the passenger's seat, she couldn't stop herself from looking around the interior of the car. It certainly matched the outside. The upholstery alone probably cost more than a small car. It was impressive enough for Harley to forget to secure her seat belt, not that she usually did anyway. Usually whenever Harley got into a car, there wasn't time to strap herself in thanks to the pursuit of either the police or Batman and his 'associates.'
Then Ivy asked Harley where she thought she stayed. Harley was stumped. She let out an audible 'hmmm" as she scratched her head. She had no idea where it could be, although she was sure as soon as Ivy told her it would seem obvious. "I dunno Red, but wherever it is, we should go pretty soon. I'm pretty sure if we get seen then we'll get into a world of trouble, and not the fun kind!".
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 12, 2012 20:56:36 GMT -5
When it comes to getting a shot from Poison Ivy, the best question is not the fact of it or what's in the shot (the answer to that is likely 'you don't want to know'), the question is what the shot does. Because a shot coming from her could do... well, anything. Save your life, kill you, turn you into something inhuman - anything. Though it's probably best if Harley doesn't know that for awhile.
Fortunately, Ivy drops the subject, as the only reason she said so in the first place was to make sure that Harley knew that would be involved in staying at her place. She also raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment when Harley explains her area of study - makes sense. She thinks that the entire mental health profession is full of nothing but quacks, so having someone go into criminal psychiatry and then end up in Harley's situation makes perfect sense to her.
She is, however, willing to add to the griping about the feds, "They took my greenhouse!" Four words, but said with so much hatred they're practically visible. Apparently taking Ivy's greenhouse is perhaps the move offensive thing that they could have done, to judge by that tone. She really couldn't care less what the feds have done to the other criminals in Gotham, but for what they did to her personally they must pay dearly!
Though she calms somewhat when the subject shifts back more off of the FBI's doings. "Why buy what you can take?" she asks rhetorically, "Though it's still useful for getting things off the black market." But then again she's guessing that Harley's used to the Joker handling that sort of thing more. At least to judge by how hard she has to work just to get anyone to give her the time of day when she tries to do business, just because she's a woman. Has to practically throw her money at them to get them to pay any attention sometimes. Apparently the feminist movement hasn't solidly made it into the criminal underground yet. But she can fix that if she has to in order to get what she needs. Nothing stays in her way for very long.
Ivy forgets her seat belt half the time herself - though she's more inclined to remember when someone is actually chasing her and she has to play it risky. But her car's internal systems are just as high quality as the interior and exterior. Just as Harley comments on getting going, Ivy peals out of the parking lot, being liberal with the gas. Her car can take what she does to it though - it's smooth through her every maneuver, being designed for speed even though the people who buy them usually don't actually drive them that fast.
But the driving doesn't distract her from the least from answering her own question. "Well, if you're immune to everything, it only makes sense to go hide in the most toxic place you can find - nobody expects anyone to be there," she replies as she turns south. There isn't much in the south part of east Gotham - warehouses, the dockyards, and... "I'd spent years trying to get this illegal industrial waste site closed and cleaned up, but the companies bribe the politicians and neither pay attention when a socialite cries foul," she says somewhat bitterly, "Never mind that the runoff from it goes right into the river. Never mind that the air there is so toxic that it can kill anyone but me within ten minutes. And you - I can give you an antidote. That's easy enough." She did warn that her place is unpleasant. Then again, it's a bit better than she makes it sound - Ivy's standard for what counts as a 'nice place' is much, much higher than what Harley's would be.
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