Chilled to the Pith [Freeze]

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Poison Ivy walks in silence as she's taken back to her cell, walking along with the guards escorting her without the slightest hint of a fuss. There's no reason to raise one at all given just how easily she could convince them both to follow her orders rather than the ones that they'd been given, but she doesn't currently see the point of that. Right now it's simply easier to do what they want her to do - so long as it's not too irritating. Besides, what little part of her deigns to think about the situation strategically knows that revealing just how much control she has over them would easily result in them making attempts to fix that. And she can't have them doing that.

Lost in thought, she doesn't pay any particular attention to the cells that they pass. At least until she feels a sudden draft and notices that they're headed back a different way than they came. She's more sensitive to the cold than the average person, though only in that she notices and dislikes it more; it would actually take her longer to freeze to death than any normal person. "Why is it so cold right here?" she asks irritably, folding her arms for the added warmth.

One of the guards frowns and comments, "They caught that Freeze guy and put him in that cell up ahead. Had to give him a cold room, and they're still working out the kinks in it. Do you want to borrow my jacket while we walk past?"

"Or we could go the other way," the second guard suggests, looking somewhat concerned, "We don't want you catching a chill and it wouldn't be a problem."

"I'll be fine," she replies, waving off both offers, her attention fixed for a moment on the cell the first guy pointed to. Freeze... she remembers hearing a little about him before she was captured - committed some sort of robbery or something. Normally she doesn't care at all about anyone, especially a man, but there are enough similarities between them for her to have some minor curiosity about him. Especially in comparison to the boredom awaiting her once she's back in her own cell. "Is it okay if I talk to him?" she asks somewhat sweetly, casting both of them a hopeful smile. But the guards hesitate for a moment - her hold on them is strong, but not complete and they still have enough free will to be concerned about things that they consider important. Keeping their jobs, for example.

"Oh, well, we're not supposed to let the high security patients talk to each other, dear," the first one objects, "And we're expected to report back as soon as you're back in your cell."

Letting her smile shift into a rather pouty frown, she says, "Oh, I see... you don't trust me..."

"Oh, it's not that! It's just the rules, sweetheart," the second one says very quickly, not wanting her to be upset.

"But I won't talk to him for very long," she sweetly begs, "You won't be missed, and nobody will find out. It won't hurt anything." Watching them carefully, she smiles inwardly when she sees them both losing the mental battle they're fighting with themselves.

"Alright, we can safely spare a few minutes," one of them says, while the other nods and adds, "Though we'll have to leave immediately if anyone else starts coming down the hallway."

"Oh, that's perfectly fine!" Poison Ivy replies, rewarding them both with a smile for giving in. Then she walks over to the window of Freeze's cell, lightly knocking on it to get his attention and trying to ignore the leaking cold air while the guards nervously take up positions behind her where they can both keep an eye on her and watch the hallway for signs of anyone coming.

[heartofice]

Victor Fries had already familiarised himself with his cell, which wasn’t a hard task to accomplish, given its restrictions. Despite this, he had not given the time of mind to examine the book shelving to the right of him.

The chilled air conditioning pumped into the room from around the roof of the cell settled in a lightly-coloured fog. He carefully scanned a line of books on one of the shelves before settling on one that caught his eye, reaching through the fog and picking it out. Fries was familiar with the story written by Charles Dickens, entitled A Christmas Carol. With minimal interest he began to rifle through the pages.

Then there was a knocking on the glass behind him. He turned his head in surprise, as no one was arranged to meet with him until at least two hours’ time. He guessed the intrusion would be that of a guard performing a kind of check-up, or perhaps they would be interested in what book he was flicking through in the corner.

He was incorrect on both accounts. The intruder was not a guard but a woman. While he could not identify her on first glance he noted that she was definitely a patient, which was likely the reason why he felt a familiarity but couldn’t place it. He noticed that her complexion was odd in that her skin appeared toxic and somewhat unhealthy, in a similar vein to his own, while the hair framing her face spread the opposite message. Overall, she was a very attractive woman, despite the hints that there was certainly something more to her than met the eye.

Despite her rap on the glass the woman did not speak, leaving it to Fries to fill in for her. “The intrusion is not appreciated. Please, be gone.”

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

The dismissive statement her tapping prompts causes Poison Ivy to smirk. While she may only know a little about the man, she's not surprised that he's not very welcoming. It's actually her lack of information on him that's the most telling - if he was one to interact with any of the other rogues, she'd have met him before or at least heard more about him. Up until her arrest she'd always kept up with the latest gossip and rumors, if only because it was occasionally useful.

"Spoken like someone who hasn't been here for very long - the mind numbing tedium hasn't set in yet," she comments with a laugh, "Or have I caught you at a bad time? Do I need to make an appointment to better fit into your busy schedule?" She'd hardly believe that he has anything better to do than to talk to her. Even if they seem to have given him a lot books to read - hey, that's not fair! Her own cell has hardly anything in it. Then again, he's probably considered much less of an escape risk than she is.

Allowing her expression and tone to grow more serious, she says, "I'm Poison Ivy. Perhaps you've heard of me?" Someone would have had to have been living under a rock to not have heard about her by now. Then again, if his immediate dismissal of her is any indication perhaps he's one of the few to ignore the media enough to be fully ignorant of her. But she's most infamously known for having driven out the F.B.I. after their takeover of the city by infecting a large portion of Gotham with a lethal algal infection and only supplying the cure once they'd left. They'd officially cited other excuses for leaving, of course, but it was obvious that the reason why they left with such haste was because they weren't prepared to risk Gotham turning into a ghost town. She's been comparatively quiet since then - her arrest was a simple botched robbery - but her reputation has been made.

"I've certainly heard of you, Mr. Fries," she adds, "We may have vastly different fields of study, but what I've heard of the technologies you've developed is very impressive." Which is a vast overstatement of her very minor level of interest. Then again, so little of anything that comes out of her mouth is true how is anyone to tell how sincere she is about anything?