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Post by zach on Mar 3, 2012 21:11:17 GMT -5
Deadshot grinned at the sound of his name. It wasn't that he was self absorbed. (At least not from his point of view) But it meant that she most likely didn't know him as Deadshot. His grin started to get wider when she confirmed that she was Poison Ivy. But he stopped himself from grinning any wider. He didn't want her catching on.
"So what say you and I get out of here...... Go someplace private?" He asked trying to get her away from witness. That way no one would see Floyd Lawton take her out. Instead they would hear about Deadshot taking her out. Ok so maybe Deadshot is a little self absorbed. But it was all well worth it. He thought about how he would feel after being out of the game for so long. He just kept up his grin making it appear he had something else on his mind.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 4, 2012 0:18:14 GMT -5
Poison Ivy's eyebrows raise just a little at that question, and she's a bit slow to answer it. It's not like she came here trying to pick up a man. Then again, he amuses her and perhaps he's worth knowing beyond that - he hasn't said much about himself but there are some men in the world that aren't totally useless. And if it turns out that he's not one of those, it's not like she can't easily kill him - no big deal.
"Alright," she says simply before quickly finishing what's left in her glass. But when she starts to stand, her legs wobble slightly, though she immediately steadies herself. That shouldn't be too surprising though - she did just down three glasses of absinthe in pretty quick succession. But she casts Floyd a smile to show him that she's perfectly fine as she heads for the door.
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Post by zach on Mar 4, 2012 21:08:55 GMT -5
He noticed her stable herself against the bar and realized that she must be drunk. He suppressed a grin and looked at her. He then let the grin come through and offered to walk her out. 'Its time' He thought. 'All I got to do if finish this and then I'm back' He thought to hemself.
He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "So where you wanna go?" He asked.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 4, 2012 21:59:02 GMT -5
Grinning a little at that question, Poison Ivy quietly says, "Well, that all depends on just how 'private' we want to be." Possibilities flicker into mind, though one that remains absent is her current hideout. One of the reasons why she's so difficult to track down is because she never allows anyone except Harley to go there. Well, anyone currently alive, anyway - it's a one way trip for anyone else.
She pauses by the door and waits for Floyd to open it for her. She doesn't really consider herself a 'lady', but she likes to pretend to be one around people she's decided to be nice to. Yet something else that stems from her days as one of Gotham's socialites.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 11:42:48 GMT -5
Deadshot took the hint and opened the door for her and smiled. "We can be a 'private' as you'd like." He said with a suggestive tone. It wasn't how he had originally planned this out. But it would work just a fine. He looked at her and watched her walk out. He figured that he should wait a bit longer to jump into action then just outside the bar. After all witnesses would make it that much easier for the FBI to find him.
So he decided to wait and buy some more time before he tried to take her out. He felt the .22 pistol where he had it stuffed between his waist and his belt. He then walked out behind her and waited for her to choose where she would meet her end.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 13:37:09 GMT -5
Poison Ivy almost reflexively takes a deep breath as she steps into the cold night air. Of course, the air in east Gotham is horrific whether you're indoors or out - a fact that she's more aware of than most people - but it doesn't do her any harm and she greatly prefers the air outdoors if only because she hates crowds. Though that's not for the reason most people dislike crowds, it's because she simply dislikes people so much that being around a lot of them at once is irritating.
She smirks at his reply and simply says, "Let me show you where I've parked..." And she starts walking toward the back corner of the parking lot, as far away from the street as she could. Which is the absolute best place to park, given that she drives a very expensive red convertible sportscar. Bringing such a thing into east Gotham is just asking for it to get stolen if you don't take the precaution of parking it where fewer greedy eyes will see it, even though the FBI has cleared up most of the street crime.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 13:45:43 GMT -5
Deadshot followed Poison Ivy and offered a smile. "After you" He said for no reason other then to keep up his illusion. He kept following her and saw her round the corner and saw a red convertible. He gave out a low whistle and said. "Nice car." He felt sorry that he was going to shoot her next to such a nice car.
He drew out the .22 pistol and aimed it at the back of her head. It was the perfect assassination hit. The bullet would just bounce around in her skull some and then he could leave. Also a .22 is abit quieter then most people realize. He pulled the hammer on the pistol back and winced as it made a louder click then he would have liked. He started to pull the trigger and hoped she didn't have any tricks up her sleeve to get out of this. Like Batman always seemed to have.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 14:52:48 GMT -5
Poison Ivy smiles at the reaction to her car. While her plants are definitely her most prized possession, her car ranks a close second. Number three would probably be her wardrobe. Number four used to be her estate, but the feds have that now. Bastards. "Thank you, I-" she starts before she suddenly freezes at a very distinct sound and whips around to look at him.
But she happens to be wearing something with even faster reflexes than her own. Normally when she uses the vines she keeps wrapped around her waist like a corset whenever she goes out in public in plainclothes she has them reach out from an opening. However, her life is more important than her dress (barely) so the vine shoots right through the fabric before it wraps around the barrel of the gun and shoves it sharply upwards, responding in only a matter of a second.
And after she turns around a second vine shoots toward him more carefully, aimed to wrap around his neck. Somewhere she manages to find the good sense to restrain that one enough to make sure it won't wrap tightly enough to kill him - as much as she'd enjoy that, finding out why he's trying to kill her is better than instant revenge. Given her recent threat to Gotham and perhaps beyond, who in their right mind would try to kill her now?
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 15:02:21 GMT -5
Deadshot didn't expect her to have some weird kind of belt on and grunted when she shoved his hand into the air. He still manged to fire the gun.... But it harmlessly fired into the air. He dropped the gun and grunted when a second...... Vine? wrapped around his neck. She didn't kill him however. He started thinking about how he could get out of this. He couldn't think of a way.... At least not a way that wouldn't get him killed. "No one told me about this." He said. "What is this?"
He looked at her and struggled to free his hand. He kept his head still. He knew it didn't take much to crush the human throat. He just kept looking at her. Then when it dawned on him what was going on he started to feel fear creep into him. He just realized why she said her name was Poison Ivy. 'Damn I should have gone with a long range shot.' He thought to himself quickly.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 15:35:47 GMT -5
It takes Poison Ivy a moment to fully register what just happened. He tried to kill her. He tried to kill her! This is an outrage! Her face becomes hard as cold fury takes over from surprise as her dominant emotion. "Why?" she asks, the anger very evident in her voice as the vine now holding the gun tosses it carelessly aside. She doesn't cause it to withdraw though, only pulling it back to drape loosely around herself in case he gets the stupid idea to fight back.
While it would be very easy to simply tell the vine around his throat to crush it, the more she considers the idea the more important it seems to her to question him before she decides his fate. Even if he tries to resist she will get her answers; no man can resist her for long. And she doesn't bother to respond to his question - when you have someone by the neck, it's your questions that are important, not theirs. All he needs to know is that he has something around his neck strong enough to crush it, and if he doesn't realize that instantly she's all too happy to make him painfully aware of that.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 16:03:51 GMT -5
Deadshot looks at her and thinks about the best way to go with replying. He thought about trying to finish her with had to hand but there was no way he could get past the vine without getting killed. None that he could think of at least. And also he wasn't quite ready to die yet. He hadn't taken out his ultimate goal.
"Money" Is what he said. 'Let her figure the rest out.' He thought he then let a smirk cross his face. "Sorry to disappoint you." He said thinking that she was expecting a more noble cause or at least something more then money. He kept thinking of a way to get out of this situation he was in. But he wasn't sure if he could find one. Every idea he had was over shadowed by the fact that anything he did would get him killed. He also started wishing that he had picked a louder gun. a .22 is good for assassinations because its quiet and doesn't draw much attention if used correctly. But that is also a draw back if your target happens to have a vine belt thing handy.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 16:23:26 GMT -5
Poison Ivy scoffs at that answer. Not because she's disappointed by it - all men are scum in her mind, so if anything that's the answer she expected. And there's no change in her expression as she asks the obvious follow-up question, "Who paid you?" She's too much of an unknown to have many enemies. Or at least, enemies that would hire someone to shoot her - she suspects that there's a lot more that would want her captured alive. Nevertheless, she's never been the type that could work that one out for herself - so it's quite fortunate that she won't have to.
Even as she asks, she's quite aware of her surroundings. Fortunately, they're in a somewhat concealed location - probably why he waited until now to try and kill her, she realizes - but unfortunately the sound of a gunshot is liable to attract some attention. But it will take a couple of minutes for any kind of attention that she can't handle to show up, and if she starts to worry about the time she can easily take this conversation elsewhere. Still, she'd like to at least decide if she wants him dead first, because if so then she might as well leave his corpse here so that she doesn't have to worry about dumping his body somewhere later.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 16:29:38 GMT -5
Deadshot keeps the smirk on his face. "I don't normally talk about who my clients are." He said. He thought about telling her who it was but decided against it. After all he wasn't sure if he wouldn't have to kill his client later on. He just kept his smirk and didn't let his voice waver. Which was hard to do seeing as he had a vice wrapped around his neck.
"If you were willing to pay enough I might talk." He said, there was no harm in trying to make a deal. As long as he got paid then he wouldn't care who it was he killed. As long as he could get paid. He strained his ears to see if someone else was coming. But he didn't hear anyone. Which disappointed him. 'There goes another idea' He thought.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 17:19:27 GMT -5
That's an answer Poison Ivy doesn't like, as the man might expect. Though actually she suspects that she has the money to pay him off - after all, most of the main players in this city have been strapped for cash since the FBI came, and as it happens she has no trouble getting it herself. But why pay for something you can easily get for free?
Her hard stare abruptly shifts into a smile - not a good sign. When someone so obviously angry suddenly smiles it can't be good. And yet, all she does is walk closer to him. It's been awhile since she got the absolutely brilliant idea to alter her body chemistry so that she produces powerful pheromones - they surround her in a sickly sweet scent that nobody usually pays very much attention to because they're paying too much attention to her. And recently she was able to make them much stronger than they were before. It made her skin go rather pale, but it's definitely worth it. No man has been able to resist her so far.
Then again, she's not tried it on any men with a lot of willpower yet, and she's aware that it's possible she'll run into someone who can resist. But that's why she keeps the vine around his neck, and other is still gathered loosely around her, react to strike if he attempts to harm her. But given just how easy he was to talk to in the bar while she was purposely avoiding getting too close, she rather suspects that he won't resist.
As she comes closer, he'd find his attention drawn to her, to her perfect features, the curves of her body that aren't at all hidden by her small dress. And when she's close enough, he'd feel the warmth of her body so very near his as she whispers, "Why don't you just tell me? You love me, don't you?" She leans a little closer as she adds, "And I would be very... very... grateful..." Her lips are so close to his face that he'd be able to feel her breath against his face, yet she keeps them several inches away. She's wearing her lipstick, after all, and she's not sure if she wants him dead yet.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 17:31:14 GMT -5
Deadshot looked at her with the smirk still on his face. Then suddenly his smirk started to fade. He suddenly started noticing things about her that he hadn't noticed before. 'She is so beautiful' He thought. And as she got closer he felt his heart beat speeding up. His mouth went dry and his palms got sweaty. As she got even closer he felt her body heat. He didn't even notice the vine around his neck anymore. He looked her over and let his eyes linger on her body before looking back up at her face. When she asked if he loved her he could stop himself from answering.
"Of course I love you."
He felt her breath against him and said. "He calls himself Scarecrow..... That's all I know." The only thing Deadshot was able to resist was the urge to kiss her. And that he only barely managed. All he could think about at the moment was how beautiful she was and how he would do anything for her for free none the less.
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