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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 26, 2012 10:45:29 GMT -5
Poison Ivy is not currently a very easy person to track down. While she isn't exactly keeping herself completely hidden, since the day Nightwing helped her escape she's been doing everything she can think of to make sure that the FBI can't find her hideout or predict where she'll be when she leaves it. And given the amount of intelligence she possesses, 'everything she can think of' is rather a lot. And since making known the release of her algal infection, she's even increased her efforts to keep herself as inaccessible as possible to anyone who wants to find her - anyone she meets with must wait for her to decide to see them.
Enough poking around, however, and one might discover that she's rather fond of visiting the little hidden bars that remain in east Gotham. Of course the FBI have been after those places as well, but as long as there's a large criminal element in Gotham new ones will keep springing up. But even then, Poison Ivy doesn't go out every night, and which place she goes to is chosen mostly on a whim. Anyone seeking to find her are apt to have more frustration than results.
Of course with so many people liable to be angry with her because of the disease, going out now carries some element of risk. Yet the same way she informed everyone of their potential deaths also explained to them the utter foolishness of trying to kill her. And while she's still mostly an unknown among the rogues, there have been enough 'incidents' among these low level crooks that word has spread that it's hazardous to your health to attempt to harm any redheads wearing a revealing dress. There are some who haven't heard that rumor, but they tend to pay dearly for being out of the loop.
Tonight she's heading to a small bar in what's probably meant to be the basement apartment in a large residential building. The little black dress she's wearing is definitely on the low end, at least in her eyes, but as always she wears it well. It's a bit cold tonight, but she doesn't bother to care much as it's only a short walk from her car to the bar. She hurries down the staircase eager to get to where it's a bit warmer.
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Post by zach on Feb 26, 2012 21:56:20 GMT -5
Deadshot had been looking for this Poison Ivy girl for weeks now. He was starting to get really really really annoyed. But he knew he would find her. He always finds his target. So he kept hunting. He eventually heard about a girl matching her description that would frequent different bars at different times. And though it wasn't a regular thing. He knew it was regular enough to go on.
Tonight Deadshot was going out in a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt. He went into a bar that was in the basement of a big apartment. He was hoping that he could get this done tonight. So that his client would pay him and he could replace his gear.
He walked in ordered a drink. But not any alcohol. He wanted to be sober for this. He watched the door the whole time. So he saw the attractive red head enter the dive. He grinned, 'I'll follow her out and shoot her in the back.' He thought He reached down and felt the spot he had hidden the .22 pistol and relaxed and covertly watched the girl.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 27, 2012 9:27:15 GMT -5
Poison Ivy's eyes travel over the current occupants of the bar as she considers where to seat herself. She's quick enough to spot the stranger who smiles almost instantly when he sees her enter, and she rewards him with a flirtatious smile of her own. But her eyes shift past him quickly - that sort of thing is actually quite normal for her because she really is that attractive.
The decision of where to sit is based mostly on what sort of mood she's in than anything else. If she was feeling more quiet, one of the corner booths would be ideal, but today she's in the mood to mix and her primary reason for being here is to catch the rumors. Therefore she decides to simply seat herself at the bar.
The bartender smiles at her when he sees her and walks right over. "What'll you have today?" he asks.
"What do you recommend?" she counters with a smirk.
Knowing that this woman seems to like the strong stuff, he says, "Well, I like the Jack Daniel's, but if you like absinthe we have some now." The FBI's attempts to regulate everything getting into the city even effect what bars have sometimes.
"Hmm..." she says, trying to decide.
But even as this conversation is taking place, more of her attention is on her surroundings. She tends to attract a lot of attention in places like this. People who have heard of her are liable to look at her with some amount of caution, while others tend to look simply because women are somewhat uncommon in places like this and particularly attractive ones are even less so. There are good things and bad things about that: she generally enjoys the attention, but there are some forms of attention that are less pleasant than others so it can be a safety thing. Not that everyone else isn't in a lot more danger than she is.
But she's also listening to the conversations going on around her, trying to get a fix on anyone in the mood to gossip. Getting updated on the current rumors floating around is why she's here, after all.
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Last Edit: Feb 27, 2012 17:22:56 GMT -5 by zach
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Post by zach on Feb 27, 2012 17:16:13 GMT -5
Deadshot was sitting in his spot quietly watching Poison Ivy. He was doing his best to blend in. Which he knew he was succeeding at. He kept where he was for a few minutes longer. Then he got up and started to move around.
He talked to a few of the other patrons and then figured he could try to complete the image of simply being another patron he walked over to Poison Ivy and sat down next to her.
"What brings a girl like you to a place like this?" He asked. He knew that it was stale. But that is what he was going for. The idea was that he would appear to be another hopeless thug.
Another reason he was there was to find out if this was Poison Ivy after all. He didn't have a picture or anything to help him identify her other then. "She's got red hair and is very pretty." Which kinda matches a lot of red haired women. So he was still on the hunt. Although in all honesty part of him wished that he wasn't hunting her.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 27, 2012 23:22:11 GMT -5
"I always did like green," Poison Ivy tells the bartender, who quickly prepares a small glass of absinthe for her. Still getting a feel for the crowd in the room, she waits in silence. But she can already tell that it's a bit on the quiet side tonight for her purposes. So she sips her drink and ponders that issue - though it's a small drink it wouldn't be ladylike to down the whole thing at once. And just because she's fallen into Gotham's gritty underbelly doesn't mean she's lost the manners that were instilled into her as the daughter of the social elite.
Though her thoughts are interrupted when the same man she saw looking at her when she came in sits next to her. She smirks to herself - men are so weak. A woman quite likely out of his league smiles at him and he thinks he has a shot at her. And that line he gives her - if she had a nickel for every time she's heard that one...
Then again, perhaps she should give him a chance to prove that he's at all worth talking to? "Perhaps that a place like this tends to be full of men willing to buy a lady another drink," she says as her eyes shift over to him and she gives him another smile, underlining her words by taking another few swallows of her drink - enough to empty her glass. If he's unwilling or unable to get her another, the odds are very small that he's anyone she wants to waste time talking to.
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Post by zach on Feb 27, 2012 23:31:56 GMT -5
Deadshot looked at her and listened what she said. 'I was kind hoping I wouldn't have to spend money on her like this.' He thought.
"Sure, hey buddy, how about another drink for the lady?" He called to the bartender. He hoped this wouldn't go on for to long. He was starting to look forward to getting outside so he could take her out. But if she started to catch on to what he was really up to he wouldn't hesitate to gun her down now.
He shifted around on the stool and smiled at her as the bartender brought another of the same drink for the lady. "So how about it? You gotta name?" He asked trying to make her think he was just another thug.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 28, 2012 12:16:49 GMT -5
Poison Ivy's smile takes a pleased slant as the man orders her a refill. Okay, she'll consent to actually pay some attention to him. He doesn't look like anyone important, but she knows better than to judge anyone strictly by their appearance. But is he more important than he appears or merely extra persistent when pursuing an attractive woman? That's the important question.
She takes her refilled glass and holds it delicately, but doesn't immediately drink it. Instead she listens to his question and ponders upon it a moment. Though it seems to mark him as someone who hasn't heard of her, she does note that he may merely be uncertain. Which is understandable - though she has a distinct costume that she wears when she's 'officially' committing crimes, more often she dresses just like anyone. And she knows that the description of her that floats around is nothing more helpful than the fact that she's an attractive redhead - apparently that's all that anyone really remembers and she takes a certain delight in that.
"Of course I do," she replies quietly, but rather than saying it she asks, "Do you know what it is?" Because whether he does or doesn't could tell her a few things about him and his reasons for talking to her. Not that she'd imagine that Scarecrow would send someone after her. That anyone would try to kill her at this point is actually one of the furthest things from her mind. She's more worried about anyone trying to catch her, but even that seems unlikely given how well she hides herself. No, the only thing she'd really expect of anyone knowing her name is that they would want to do some sort of business with her. She's done a lot of that sort of thing lately.
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Post by zach on Feb 28, 2012 15:50:00 GMT -5
Deadshot chuckled at her reply. "Let me guess......... Rose?" He asked looking at her hair with a sloppy grin. He was acting every inch of the man looking for some fun tonight. At least he hoped he was.
He had never seen someone like her before. It seemed like they were both trying to play each other. Him to find out who she was and to get her outside. And her....... He didn't know why.
"Am I right about they name, doll?" He asked letting his eyes wander over her body. He was very attractive, but he wasn't going to give up on the job. As long as Scarecrow was paying him.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 28, 2012 18:11:28 GMT -5
Poison Ivy laughs lightly at his guess, even as she tries to figure out how to interpret that. On one hand, it is wrong, while on the other hand he named a plant. It would be quite the coincidence if he'd said that at random, even with her red hair as an excuse. "You're very, very close," she replies before taking a small sip of her drink. Let him interpret that as he will.
"What about you? Do you have a name?" she then asks, somewhat curiously. Normally she doesn't actually care to know any such thing, but he's managed to grab enough of her attention for her to wonder. Which tends to be a tricky thing given just how little she cares about people in general. But she happens to be in a pleasant mood at the moment and more amused than bothered by him. At the moment, anyway.
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Post by zach on Feb 28, 2012 22:30:34 GMT -5
Deadshot smiled as she laughed and blinked when she replied. Then he said. "Your not going to guess mine?" In a playful tone. He was actually starting to like her. He hoped that this wouldn't mess with his ability to follow through with the mission.
He looked at her and took a sip of his drink. Which was water but he hoped that she didn't realized that. Or if she did then she didn't realize why he was drinking water.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Feb 28, 2012 23:32:48 GMT -5
If Poison Ivy is at all likable right now, it's only because she's a very good actress. Her real personality is abrasive enough to make almost anyone want to kill her after awhile. But she only fully shows that side of herself to people she thinks are completely worthless - other people are treated better, but only because she's manipulating them at some level. The man she's talking to now gets her nice side simply because he's currently indeterminate.
Her smile turns amused at his reply and she asks, "If you're going to make me guess, can I at least have a hint?" Perhaps it's only fair for him to dance around the question though, considering that she did the same. But then, she suspects that he knew who she was going in, and that's just cheating.
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Post by zach on Feb 29, 2012 23:22:33 GMT -5
He smiled at her response. "I guess......." He said then he made a show to look around and see if anyone was listening. "Law" Was the hint he gave. Yes he was starting to like her. And he had come to the conclusion that he was going through with this and he was going to do it quickly. But they had to get outside first. At least according to his plan.
Deadshot looked around and then looked back at the girl and took another drink of his water. Then he put the glass down and grinned at her.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 1, 2012 1:34:30 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Poison Ivy, while she's heard of Deadshot she knows very little about him beyond his costumed name. During her days as a socialite she didn't pay much attention to the criminal world - most of what she knows from then amounts to headlines of the rogues most found in the spotlight. Of course, since becoming a criminal herself she's made it her business to learn as much as she can about the new crowd she's now rubbing elbows with, but even then it isn't like Deadshot would come up. Perhaps if she'd asked for a recommendation about who might be able to kill someone for her she'd have heard much more, but she's quite in the habit of handling any of that sort of thing personally. So a fragment of his name is hardly enough for her to guess by.
And actually, her reflexive worry about the word 'law' is that it's an indication of some sort of tie to the law - but she quickly dismisses that idea. Telling someone like her that you're connected to the law would be beyond idiotic - she happens to like to kill that sort of person. But she doesn't mull all of that over for long before she laughs lightly. "Now was that a real hint, or are you just teasing me?" she asks with an amused grin, "Because if it's the former, I'm afraid that I'm stumped." While she takes pride in her ability to remember people - or at least, anybody important - she'll graciously admit defeat this time.
She takes another sip of her drink, only to find that she's reached the end of it yet again. But that's just the nature of any very alcoholic drink - it can disappear very quickly. Oh well. But even as she sets down her glass she notices the way the man looks around the room before setting down his own glass and grinning at her. Her eyebrow raises slightly with an unspoken question.
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Post by zach on Mar 1, 2012 21:51:47 GMT -5
Deadshot grinned. "Its part of my last name." He said with a chuckle. He looked at her and thought about what he should say next. He decided to wait and see where things went.
He looked at the door and then looked back at her and smiled. He then ordered himself some more water. Then when it got there he took a deep drink from it. "Nevermind my name's Floyd." He said hoping that she didn't know anything else about him. He wanted to keep his cover up for as long as he could manage.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 2, 2012 0:29:03 GMT -5
"Ah," Poison Ivy says, mulling that one over. Her first guess would be Lawson for the last name, as that's quite common, but there are few others. But she sets that question aside when he orders a refill and she subtly signals the bartender that she'd like another as well - on her own tab this time.
Her expression lightens a little when he supplies his first name, but she simply smiles to it. Floyd Law-something? That name seems to ring a bell... But she has a hard time placing it. And rightly so since the only time she's likely to have heard it was in news reports she probably wasn't paying much attention to. No, it just sounds like a name she's heard before. But when her memory refuses to explain just why, she resolves to ponder that later - she's bound to remember eventually.
For now, she simply says, "Well, pleased to meet you, Floyd." There's the briefest of pauses as she considers the wisdom of responding to that by introducing herself more properly, but she doesn't see how much harm it could do. "I suspect you know already, but I'm Poison Ivy," she says with a somewhat smug grin. She's currently so pleased with herself that she can't say her own name without a certain sense of self-satisfaction. Absolutely everything has been going her way lately.
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