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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 17:59:53 GMT -5
Poison Ivy's smile turns pleased, even as she rages internally at the answer. Scarecrow! How dare he! They have a partnership of sorts, she'd assumed that things were more or less friendly between them, and he betrays her like this? That man! She's definitely going to kill him for this - he deserves nothing less.
But she can worry about that once it's him that's tangled in her vines - right now she has... what was his name again? Oh yeah... "Oh, that's more than enough, Floyd," she replies, "That is your real name, right? And how much did he pay you anyway? Not enough, I know - you could never harm me, could you?" Because as much as she'd like to charge right down to Arkham and give the Scarecrow what he deserves, she has to make sure that she's fully solved this problem first.
She hasn't yet fixed the little problem of how her pheromones wear off when she steps away again, leaving the man able to think straight and perhaps decide that he does not in fact love her. And when that person has been hired to kill you, that's a very real problem. Though her anger toward him personally has been appeased knowing that he's a hired gun and now having him at her mercy, the question of whether or not she needs to kill him is still in the air.
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 22:02:41 GMT -5
Deadshot didn't know why he couldn't stop himself. He looked at her and said. "Yes that is my name...... But I'm better known as Deadshot" All this he said in a dream like voice. "And he could never pay me enough." He was barely able to resist the urge to try and kiss her. He didn't even notice the vine around his neck. He kept starting at her blinking only when his eyes wouldn't let him keep them open. He was in a dream like state and couldn't stop himself from telling her what she wanted to know. Then he found himself suddenly say. "I love you Ivy." Again in a dream like voice. He didn't know why he said it all he knew was that he said it.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 22:31:18 GMT -5
Poison Ivy blinks at that in surprise. Deadshot... Yes, she remembers that name! This is Deadshot? She grapples with that thought for a moment as she tries to remember what she knows. Not just any hired gun, but a really good one. And knowing that just makes her that much angrier at Scarecrow...
Nevertheless, it does give her an idea how to solve this little problem. Men like him are rather similar to smugglers and other such types of people that she's had to deal with: anything for money. But she's done more than enough business with that type before to know how to speak their language. "Yes, I know," she replies, patting his cheek before stepping away. But she only steps away a little, just enough to give herself some space and to prevent him from attempting to kiss her like she can tell he's thinking of, but not so far as to release him from the hold that the pheromones have over him. Not yet. He's much more valuable to her alive than dead - that would be a waste.
She reaches into her purse and pulls out a small pad of paper, quickly writes something on it, tears it off, folds in neatly and then slides it into his pocket as she smiles and says, "You can read this later." And then she gives a pouty frown as she adds, "But sadly, I have to go and take care of a few things... perhaps I'll see you later?" She steps away from him then, abruptly releasing the vine from around his neck as she does so. It will take a few moments at least for the pheromones to wear off completely, and by then she hopes to be well out of here.
Saying nothing more, she heads for her car, already trying to decide exactly how she wants the Scarecrow to die. Is there any method slow enough and painful enough to match her level of anger? She's sure that she'll find it...
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 22:43:32 GMT -5
Deadshot was still in a very dream like state. He felt disappointing when she stepped away from him. 'I'm not upsetting her am I?" He thought sluggishly. He then felt her reach into her pocket. He looked and her hand pulling away from him. He was so involved with her that he didn't notice the vine let him go.
He then watched her leave. And he found himself waving as she drove away. He kept waving when Poison Ivy's pheromones wore off. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought when he realized what he was doing. He then looked around and angrily picked up the .22 pistol. He decided that he wouldn't leave his calling card behind. He didn't want everybody to know he missed. He looked around and shouted angrily into the air. The crazy lady drugged him or something. He was now willing to kill her just for revenge........ He didn't care about the money now. But he wouldn't tell anyone though. He still wanted the money. But he was thinking about killing her just for revenge.
He then remembered her reaching into his pocket. Deadshot reached into his pocket and pulled out what he found. It was a letter. He looked around to see if anyone was coming. He didn't see anyone and when he was satisfied that he was alone he read what the letter said.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 5, 2012 22:52:07 GMT -5
It reads: What You Would Have Been Paid - Sparing Your Life = We're Even
P. S. I always have money or can get it easily. Probably a lot more than anyone who wants me dead. Please remember this should anyone hire you to kill me again. |
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Post by zach on Mar 5, 2012 22:57:39 GMT -5
Deadshot read the letter. He crumpled it up and shoved it back in his pocket. He was angry, angry enough to go after Poison Ivy now. But he decided against it. He knew that there was a possibility that he could either get killed or fall under her control again. And he hadn't taken out his ultimate target yet. So he decided to go with not killing Poison Ivy. He put his hands in his pockets he crumpled the letter abit more and left the alley. Then walked off into the night.
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