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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 16:55:58 GMT -5
Harley exhaled when Ivy told her no once more. She knew she would do a decent enough job on Ivy’s nails but no where nearly as perfected after seeing how well Ivy had done her nails. “Ya sure do, Red.” Harley replied in agreement that green suits Ivy rather well. “If ya like red so much, I guess I can keep wearin’ it. Besides, I like my outfit. It’s comfortable and it reminds me of who I wanna be. I got sick of being the serious career-woman, struggling just to get to where I was. Now life can be fun and I can do what ever I want! A fresh start over… again.” She smiled, really believing that what she said was true and had enough hope to back up her words.
Harley glanced down at her nails when Ivy was done and extended her arm out in front of her to see all of her nails all at once. “Wow Red! That’s better than what I would have done! Did you go to beauty school to become this good?” She stuck her foot out for Ivy to take care of next but she still had her jester slippers on. “Would ya mind?” She lift her foot up as high as Ivy’s chin. It was quite obvious how flexible the clown girl was after having years of having stretched out for gymnastics practice and competitions. She felt sort of like Cinderella offering her foot to the prince in order to place the shoe on, except that Ivy was no prince and Harley’s slipper was going to be removed instead. Lucky for Harley, no one had to had their heels or toes removed just to discover blood in her shoe either. At least that’s according to the original fairy tale.
Ivy was more like her fairy godmother than the prince. Taking her in, telling her how not to die while in her laboratory or when handling certain bottles, and also by making her nails pretty. It wasn’t a perfect life for Harley preferred having her pets around as well as some of her things from home, but it was good enough for now.
“What do you want outta life Ivy? Is there something ya always wanted to do or something ya always wanted to have?” Harley asked out of curiosity. Just recently she thought she had everything. A fun place to live, always doing exciting things with the one she loved, feeling like she was being a part of something important and thinking that she would go home happy. Even though things have changed, she knows that life will get better as long as she can figure out where to go from here. Right now, it was to see how well she fit in with Ivy and if things turn sour, she’ll start over. She’d need to pay Ivy back for everything she has done for Harleen, and that meant finding some quick cash. Either that or she’d have to do chores to be able to stay. No doubt sweeping would be involved since plants live in dirt and dirt gets tracked every where.
Harley looked down at the floor and saw not one spec of the brown soot. Ivy obviously kept her area clean. She could wash the dishes if Ivy cooked! She didn’t mind getting her nails dirty and assumed that Ivy did. That was a funny thought since tending plants usually got one’s nails dirty. But Ivy’s weren’t. She must use gardening gloves or tell the plants to trim their own leaves. Now there was a thought.
“Can your plants water themselves if you tell them too?” Harley asked out of pure curiosity, for she really did want to know if Ivy’s plants really were that intelligent. Of course this one question lead to another. “What’s your favorite kind a plant, Ivy? Or did I just answer my own question?”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 17, 2013 0:26:51 GMT -5
Does Poison Ivy believe that she's actually managed to convince Harley of anything? No. But at least hearing the woman say the right words is an obvious step in the right direction. So she merely gives the clown girl an approving smile at her desire for a fresh start. Though actually, she doesn't really agree that giving up being a serious career-woman was a good choice, even apart from the Joker. Sure being a rogue gives a certain addictive sense of freedom, but there are many advantages of the legitimate lifestyle. Unfortunately, though she hung onto her old life as long as she could, ultimately she'd had to risk it all for her plants and eventually she lost.
She smiles as Harley compliments her work... then immediately frowns at the question. Her? Beauty school? That place people go to learn how to make their betters look better like a servant of centuries ago? Never! "No, I learned by doing mine," she answers simply. Being very perfectionistic about everything she does certainly helped. In fact, she started doing hers when her perfectionism reached the point that she began to get frustrated at the professionals she was paying to do them for not doing them perfectly. One of those 'if you want it done right, you have to do it yourself' things.
The next question doesn't go over very well either, and this time she actually shows her irritation by leaning back in her seat and saying, "Yes, I would mind." It's not that she's opposed to removing others' shoes so much as the way she's being asked to do it. She has her dignity, after all, and if Harley's going to make that request so presumptuously she can forget it. Fortunately for the clown girl, she's not really angry about it, though. No, she's simply putting her foot down on principle. Not that she expects the other woman to actually understand what the principle is.
In fact, she actually quite eager to get that awkward moment out of the way, and therefore quite readily answers Harley's next string of questions, as cliche and boring as they are. "Do?" she repeats back. Oh, that's easy! "I'm trying to save the planet," she explains, greatly summarizing. An ambitious goal, yes, but the price of failure is so extraordinarily high that she can't imagine a more noble cause. And yes, she does think that the full burden rests on her - it's not like anyone else is willing to do what it would really take.
The question about her plants watering themselves strikes her as a bit odd, but she shrugs and comments, "They could if I did the equivalent of holding their hand through the entire process - it's easier to just do it myself." Even the most intelligent of her plants are not much smarter than infants. Not because she can't make them smarter, but because they really are better off that way. Ignorance is bliss, after all, and she feels better knowing that they're forever free from having to learn just how rotten the world they live in actually is. "And I don't like to play favorites... but I must admit that I have a certain extra fondness for my own babies, though many of mother nature's which are difficult to find - especially those with unusual properties - are clearly worth more of my attention," she adds. Yes, she likes all plants, but she has to admit that they're not all created equal. Like people, some are simply better than others.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2013 13:19:43 GMT -5
“I thought about going to beauty school but I don’t wanna be labeled as one of the bimbos, ya know? Not unless I want them to think I’m nothing more than a dumb blond, then turn around and use it against them. Funny thing is, I’m not even a real blond.” She laughed lightly. “You don’t seem the type to throw people off by pretending your dumber than …” She stopped herself before she could say ‘you look’ for Ivy certainly did not look dumb at all. “…than what people might think of you. You seem more like the type of woman who stays true to herself no matter what. I admire that, really. You don’t let anyone push you around, do you?”
She couldn’t imagine doing things on her own and becoming perfected for through out her entire life she had always had an instructor or learned from books on how to do things. To be able to perfect something without having been taught was beyond the clown girl. However, she was proud of creating her alter ego Harley Quinn but even then The Joker was one to thank for giving her the idea. It was a little disappointing to realize this, and some envy crept into Harley’s jealous nature as she compared herself to Ivy, but this was easily forgivable since she needed a friend. Maybe. The more she thought about it, the more she liked her jester-self. She was the only jester in Gotham City who has survived The Joker for so long and fought back. No one could say that, could they? No way. Of course Ivy didn’t quiver in fear of The Clown Prince of Crime, but she wasn’t one to back off from him either.
Harleen’s angry cry began to resurface and push past through Harley’s thoughts of whether she should be jealous of Ivy or not, to scream words of getting even with what had happened to her. Everything she had given to The Joker was just tossed aside and forgotten about. Well, this was one woman he would realize he could not forget about.
Her thoughts become distracted as Ivy seemed annoyed. What had just happened? Oh right, the shoe thing. “Well I can’t take them off with my hands until they dry, can I?” Of course she could pull them off with her teeth but does she really want to do that? Pretty nails… sticking a shoe in the mouth. Pretty nails… eh, why not? Harley brought her foot up as close as she could and used her forearms to support her leg until her teeth caught hold of the end and she easily pulled off her shoe. “There ya go! Problem solved, right?” Harley wriggled her toes before Ivy with a huge grin on her face. She figured Ivy wouldn’t be impressed with her well-earned flexibility and thought process but what ever fixed the problem and kept things moving along was good enough for Harley.
When Ivy answered her question and mentioned saving the planet, Harley wasn’t too thrilled with the idea. First of all she didn’t know how to. Secondly, what did the planet do to earn her respect? Nothing. Mankind created cotton candy and other sugar delights. Yes one could argue that sugar was grown naturally and that eventually it was turned into candy. Okay, one point for the world for creating sugar. But was it worth battling everyone to make the place green? She had better ideas, things that were more fun or suitable to what she wanted at the moment. Planting seeds wasn’t her idea of fun. Seeing plants move on their own and think on their own was slightly better but even then they couldn’t really do much without Ivy’s help.
Harley’s eyes met with Ivy’s when she mentioned a fondness for some plants. It sounded like she was referring to the near extinct ones. She considered finding a plant that was rare enough that Ivy would be happy if Harley brought it to her. That seemed like a good idea unless she were to overlook something important such as snatching the plant out of one habitat that it could survive in just to bring it to her and let it die. Or if it contained a plant disease that would spread throughout Ivy’s home and laboratory. Yeah that’d be bad but would she appreciate the effort? Once again Harleen receded back into the shadows of the mind while the thoughtful jester took over. Vengeance could wait for right now she was distracted by what she had before her and not what had happened. Let the anger fester until she explodes at the right time, for right now, she was trying to make herself useful to Ivy. “Can you bring extinct plants back to life if you get a hold of their DNA?”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 21, 2013 4:01:47 GMT -5
Falling into what's rapidly becoming her normal way of handling Harley, Poison Ivy simply listens until the clown girl's ramblings finally conclude into a point worth commenting on. And when she does, she agrees by emphatically saying, "Never!" Letting anyone - especially a man - tell her what to do would basically go against everything that she believes in. She let herself become a follower once, and nearly died for it. Ever since she's sworn to herself that she would never let herself be put into that position again! Especially as it isn't truly that difficult - not being pushed around is more a state of mind than a physical act, after all.
And that's a part of the reason why she's completely unrepentant when Harley complains about not being able to use her hands. If she wanted help, she should have asked properly! Though she can't help but raise an eyebrow at the way that the clown girl solves the problem. If it had be her, she'd have simply kicked them off with her feet. Using her mouth was more inventive, but then again it was also more disgusting. Still, her friend's flexibility in performing the maneuver doesn't go unnoted.
Letting her subconscious chew on that thought for awhile, her look of concentration takes over again as she starts working on Harley's toes. The process is identical to the fingernails, except that the smaller, flatter nails take a bit less time. But even as she concentrates on nails, her eyes light up at the mere thought of some of her favorite plants. Her own could always stand to be improved - no, they're never quite perfect, but bit by bit they're becoming more refined. And the rarer plants in her collection always need saving - many of them are hard for anyone but her to cultivate and yet thrive in her hands. She really needs to come up with a way to put that to better use - figure out how to mass breed the little beauties and restore them to a suitable habitat. But it's quite a tall order when she's dodging the authorities in Gotham.
Her thoughts are momentarily interrupted by Harley's question, which she answers distractedly by simply saying, "Yes." She's one of the few, actually, who knows how to go from DNA to cell to seed. It's an extremely involved process, but well worth the effort if it's the only way to save a plant. Ah, if only there was a way for her to be able to work more freely! But first, she'd have to solve her vigilante problem...
A thought suddenly occurs to her, and she suddenly pauses and looks up from Harley's toes to ask, "Harley, you're a decent fighter, aren't you? Even without weapons?" She may have the beginnings of a good idea.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2013 12:14:08 GMT -5
“Ooh, I bet you could resurrect a whole bunch of cool plants! I can’t think of any off the top of my head at the moment but I bet there’s a few I’d like to see. Is there any kind of harlequin plant? Maybe I could adopt one for my own so we can grow a couple of plants together!” Despite her reputation, Harley wasn’t entirely forgetful. Distracted yes, but when it came to her duties such as feeding the things she loves, whether that be The Joker or her hyenas, she would remember and be fairly responsible when it came to their needs. However, since a plant would not come up to her and demand food as easily as a ill-tempered mammal would, it was most likely to slip her mind that she should take care of them. And who knows? Maybe a plant would help take her mind off of others things… for a while.
Harley began imagining what it would be like to have her own little green child. She could glue googly eyes on it, add fake eyelashes, lipstick and maybe even a wig to make it look like a smaller version of herself. Then she would find small dresses and dress her plant in them to show Ivy that she could take care of something as well as she would herself. Then again there was a nagging voice in the back of her head telling her it was a bad idea and that Ivy might get mad, but it was rare for Harley to listen to that voice for sometimes it was wrong. And if she really wanted something bad enough, that voice was usually ignored. In this case, she was imaging Ivy teaching her how to prune properly, tell Harley how often the plant needed water and if it needed sunlight but not too much sunlight. So during the day Harley would open a tiny umbrella just slightly larger than the plant itself. It sounded more fun that it really would be, Harley was sure of that, but at least it would give her something to do before boredom set in.
The strokes of the brush began to tickle Harley’s toenails and she giggled, not turning her thoughts to what was happening. “It doesn’t tickle when I paint my toes but for some reason it feels funny when someone else does it. One time I couldn’t stand it any more and I wound up kicking an Asian lady in the face because it tickled so much!” Harley laughed over the idea then just as quickly calmed herself when she realized Ivy might back off in suspecting that Harley would kick her next. “Not to worry, Red. Your brush isn’t as bad as that last one. I won’t kick ya.”
“In college I reached the Olympic-level gymnast and acrobat, and with the old gang I learned how to dodge and defend myself. Why?” She asked with some suspicion in her tone. It wasn’t that she didn’t turn away from the idea, but more out of curiosity to see where Ivy was going with this. It was true that ever since she had decided to live with The Joker, there were more times than not where he would slap her out of his way, shove her aside and basically man handle her out of anger. It was during those times where Harley had learned to move before he could forcefully make her. It was startling at first and a bit perplexing for him to act so aggressively toward her since she was the one who broke him out of Arkham Asylum. But after a while it became a sort of a game to her, predicting his movements and knowing when to duck, dodge or weave out of the way. She had become pretty good at it and could even ready his body language when he became tense. Although there were those times where he would flip his switch so dramatically that it was impossible to guess what his next move would be. It was during those times where he would become the most dangerous and Harley always had to be weary, which is what makes her quick to react when ever she is attacked by either Joker or another foe.
For the most part she wanted to trust her man and feel loved by others, and in those cases her guard would be lowered just to feel like a regular human again; those times were rare although possible. With Ivy, it felt more real than when she spent her times in society attempting to fit in. Who knew why Ivy chose Harley as a friend? Who cares, really. As long as Harley felt wanted, the reason didn’t matter.
“Ya gonna teach me to fight, Ivy? Or do ya have something else in mind?” Harley asked, tilting her head to the side as she asked the question. Why would the plant lady ask her about her fighting skills? She wasn’t planning on making Harley practice fighting a plant, was she? Some giant, wild plant with multiple tendrils that could wrap around and squeeze the life out of the joking jester unless Harley moved and back-flipped out of the way of harm. That would be interesting. Or would she have to go one-on-one with the tiny biting plant again? Moving her finger forward and back out of it’s mouth before the jaws could clamp down again just to test her reflexes. No, probably not. Not since Ivy yelled the last time it happened.
“I like my gadgets. You’re not suggesting I get rid of them, are ya?” She knit her brows together as her voice went from happy to suspicious. Such a fluctuation in tone usually meant that she would end up fighting for what she wanted and she would not give in so easily. Her weapons were a part of her identity as Harley Quinn. They separated her from every other mask wearer in Gotham and they made her laugh when she used them efficiently. Besides, some guys like her excessively large pop gun and have mentioned that she looked sexy when holding it up and grinning. Maybe she could take it a step further and buy a pie-loading gun that would shoot out banana cream pies at her opponents? Exploding cream pies would be even better.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 25, 2013 3:00:21 GMT -5
The problem with DNA is that it's hard to find truly ancient samples of it. Most of the plants she could bring back that way would be those that went extinct during one of the recent ice ages. And for many there wouldn't be much point - mother nature moves ahead with the times and those plants were adapted to the conditions of the past, not those of the present. It's the ones that are going extinct wrongfully now merely because one animal became too dominant that she cares more about. Each precious species deserves its chance!
But as Harley finishes speculating about what she could do by bringing back plants, Poison Ivy is frowning. "If you can't pass the flour sack test, I'm certainly not going to be giving you a plant," she states very firmly, her tone indicating that she doesn't want to hear any arguing about it either. Just no. She doesn't even trust other trained botanists with plants that she really cares about, let alone someone so plainly irresponsible as Harley. She'd sooner give the clown girl a baby to take care of!
Having said that, she goes silent again, content to concentrate on what she's doing. Especially when she's finished preparing the nails and begins applying the green polish. Her lips purse at the giggling - okay, she'd understand being ticklish on the bottom of your foot, but by the nail? Really? Then again, Harley is definitely a unique one. She simply holds the foot a bit tighter to ensure that it won't wiggle and forges ahead. At least until Harley talks about kicking some poor woman in the face - she looks up sharply at that, giving her friend a 'don't you dare!' look until she's reassured that there won't be a repeat of that incident. There'd better not...
Her expression turns vaguely surprised as Harley mentions just how good at gymnastics she is. Really? She knew that the clown girl was good, but world-class good? Huh, who'd have thought? Though when she notes the suspicion in Harley's tone, her expression changes from surprise to exasperation. And then to an outright frown at the follow-up questions. "Harl, how many times do I need to tell you that I'm not planning on hurting you before you'll believe me?" she asks, sighing and shaking her head. Honestly!
Then again, she supposes that she has that sort of a suspicious nature herself. It comes with the territory of expecting people to turn on you, after all. The only difference between the two women in this respect is that Harley's suspicions make her fearful because she worries that she might actually get hurt if she's betrayed, while Poison Ivy's suspicions simply make her very prepared - if she's betrayed, she plans on immediately and brutally crushing the person responsible so that the event is nothing more than a slight hiccup in her life. You don't need to fear what you can destroy.
"No, I'm asking because I was wondering if you could teach me," she explains, "I don't know how to fight, or even... move well. I'm a scientist - before I became a rogue I didn't need to. And while my plants can fight for me, there are many situations that could arise where it would be better if I could do it myself. Most of my plants aren't exactly portable, you know." A problem she's continuously trying to solve, but she just isn't there yet. And even then, there's bound to be times when she'd rather put herself in harm's way instead of one of her precious babies.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 14:42:59 GMT -5
Harley scowled at Ivy’s comment for who’s to say she didn’t drop the sack on purpose? Then again she would most likely drop a potted plant on someone’s head too if it would be funny. Okay, point taken. She shrugged off the idea and looked over her nails adoringly now that they were prettier than usual. Her eyes twinkled with mischief as Ivy makes certain that no harm would befall her during the painting process, but seeing Ivy’s look made her grin even further. She sure was a fun one to be with. So seemingly serious over her reputation and image that it was incredibly laughable. And what villain or villainess wasn’t concerned about their pride in Gotham; aside from Harley of course. Even her Puddin’ refused to be laughed at under most circumstances and therefore would create situations where he was in control of everyone’s laughter through one sniff of his Joker venom. Or was it that he preferred to surrounded by forced smiles to amuse himself? Not that it mattered any more. Harley was mad at him and she pushed the thought of him out of her mind.
“When you’ve been with The Joker for as long as I have, you learn to not trust others right away, Ives. I’m slowly beginning to trust ya but these things take time, ya know?” She listens as Ivy began to explain the reason why she had asked if Harley knew how to fight. “Really?” Her voice became chipper once more after Ivy suggested that Harley teach her.
“It’s kinda self-taught Red, but if you really wanted to, I bet you could pick up a few things just by practicing with me. I’ll start you off with the basics. I through a punch in your direction, you dodge. I aim to kick ya, you duck. I throw a pie in your face, ya laugh it off.” She grinned in knowing Ivy wouldn’t like that last part. “Attitude is everything and I won’t be like a drill sergeant if ya don’t get it right away. It took me a couple of years to be as good as I am now. But ya really gotta think on your feet, using up all your resources before ya resort to hand-to-hand combat with… let’s say Batman. The deadlier the weaponry the better! Once my nails dry I can show you my arsenal!” She grew excited to be able to show Ivy what she had, almost as much as women would grow excited over a new pair of shoes or when showing off their new dress to a best friend. To Harley, there was no difference as long as Ivy was interested in her world and everything in it.
“Here’s an idea! Why don’t we have a test trial once I teach ya a few things? We could rob a bank or an ATM and go up against the security guards. They’re not as well-trained as the cops and they’ll be easy to take down! Or do you want someone weaker than them like an average civilian?“ The idea of seeing Ivy take down a few people was too fun to pass up! “Ya know, you could get away with using your looks as a weapon too since ya have the face and attitude for it. I bet you could knock a few suckers dead if ya wanted too. Got any poison on ya? Wait, you said parts of you are extremely toxic, right? What kinda parts? How fast does your toxin work on others?” Yes, amazingly some information does leak into Harley’s brain and remain there when she listens. And in this case, knowing such information was important since she was wanting to help Ivy have a fighting chance.
“I like to flirt a little with my victims before going in for the kill. As long as I play dumb and innocent, no one suspects a thing. But you… you could use your plant pheromones to distract others right? While they're busy sniffing around, you could close your vines around the helpless and take away their guns and cash. And I can finish them off for ya if you’re too squeamish. What d’ya say?” She reached out to shake hands to seal the deal with Ivy but then realized her nails might not be completely dried. She made the sound of a sheepish ‘heh heh’ and drew her hand back in close to her body. “Ivy and Harley, creating havoc and laughter in the streets of Gotham! At least when you’re good enough we will. I can even teach ya how to do the splits if ya want!”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Apr 29, 2013 23:41:02 GMT -5
Though she frowns at it, Poison Ivy decides not to comment on Harley's reasons for not trusting her. She supposes that she understands why, but that doesn't mean that it isn't frustrating to not be trusted when you know that you're being trustworthy. Especially since that's not exactly a normal thing for her, as the amount of tolerance and honesty she's giving Harley is well beyond her normal scope, so in a way she almost feels like she ought to be being rewarded or something for actually playing nice for once. Well, she supposes this is what they mean by no good deed going unpunished.
She's very attentive as Harley explains how she might help and, not surprisingly, she makes a face when the clown girl mentions pies. She half wants to question why her friend even says such things when she probably already knows that it does nothing but irritate her. Being irritated is hardly pleasant, so why would Harley wish to make her feel that way? Then again, it isn't just the clown girl but all of humanity that she just doesn't quite understand at some level. That's why the plants are always first.
But her expression smooths as Harley goes on, pondering her options. "I suppose you could show me what you have, but I already have plenty of weapons of my own. Some of my vines travel well, there's my crossbow, and I have a few other tricks up my sleeves - I should show you sometime," she comments, as she's quite proud of her own efforts, "But I hardly need further instruction on the finer points of using my looks - I already do. I've killed... well, I'm sure it's over a hundred by now. I don't really consider that 'fighting' though - I'm more avoiding a fight when I do that. It doesn't always work though - Nightwing, at least, knows to wear a gas mask around me." She makes a slight face at that, but it's only an inconvenience and hardly a real problem. "It's the punching, kicking, dodging, and blocking that I don't know primarily. For when the weapons aren't enough," she clarifies.
Her attention shifts back to Harley's toes as she resumes painting them, nearly finishing them as she adds, "Robbing banks is hardly my style - you don't usually get that much money from them that way anyway. Though I suppose we could go shopping. I'd imagine that there would be plenty of security guards who'd object to a couple of ladies who leave without paying." And she supposes that might make for good practice when the time for that is right. Though she personally feels that quietly poisoning them is more sophisticated than punching them senseless, but it would nevertheless be good for her to learn to do it. Kind of like how it's good to know how to start a fire without a lighter - it's good to be prepared.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2013 22:30:44 GMT -5
“What’s a matter, Red? You don’t like pies?” Harley caught sight of Ivy’s face and laughed from seeing the muscles contort into a look that was different than that of joy. There was something amusing about others disapproval, disgust or anger when Harley could care less about any of those emotions. She was usually too chipper to waste her time on the lesser feelings and it always made her laugh to see others showing ill contempt. “Cherry pie is my favorite with lots and lots of whip cream and a cherry added on top! Strawberry rhubarb is good too! And lemon and chocolate….” She stopped herself once remembering that Ivy was not a fan of sugar unless it was all natural. She went for her purse and dumped the contents out next to her.
“My favorite weapon of choice is the pop gun! I… left it behind but we could go back and get it, right? It shouldn’t take too long to collect my things. I’m guessing they’ll still be there.” She brought her fingers up to tug on the ends of her hair, then remembered the nail polish and quickly brought her hand back down again, before she could ruin the paint job.
“Huh. I never used a crossbow before.” Harley imagined a larger bow being drawn down then the arrow released into the flesh of an unsuspecting person or object. “Is that a hard thing to use or did ya have to work up enough muscle to use it?” She could imagine herself having a go at the weapon, and would most likely end up getting her hair caught in the drawstring or having her nose flicked by the same string. She wasn’t fond of weapons unless they were 100% fool proof. Or in Harley’s case… Harley proof.
“If only we could puncture holes in his mask or lace it with something so we can have the advantage. As for the physical fighting, all ya gotta do is know when to move aside, and that’ll come naturally after enough practice is made. It’d be neat to see ya use your plants to defend yourself from bigger threats! Like if someone made a wall explode, your bigger vines could knock away the concrete so you don’t have to.” It didn’t matter to Harley that rarely any one regular being without any super abilities or powers could actually stop concrete from being flung at them without injuring themselves, for that was beside the point that she was trying to make with Ivy. The point was not to become injured and to use things that would ensure that safety.
“Ooh, I love shoppin!” Harley said after Ivy had finished speaking. “We can go late at night, sneak in and surprise them before the cops are called! Got any plants that can grow and cover up or take out security cameras? We’ll need a distraction first, then slip inside, find the guards and wham!” She struck her fist against her palm while grinning out of excitement, for this was going to be fun!"Should I bring my babies to keep an eye out for backup? Ooh! Can I be back up? No wait, I wanna look for dresses!”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on May 2, 2013 2:23:53 GMT -5
Feeling that she already adequately expressed her feelings about pies with her expressions, Poison Ivy doesn't bother to offer any further comment about the dessert. She's had the occasional piece that she quite enjoyed, but only by eating it. While she's never actually had the misfortune of having a pie thrown at her, she already knows that she would very much not enjoy the experience. In fact, the list of unpleasant things she'd prefer over being hit by a pie is quite extensive.
There's a pause when Harley asks about her pop gun as she considers the wisdom of retrieving it or not. "I suppose so, though it would be best for us to do so at a time you think it's unlikely we'll be interrupted," she says, "Though if we are, and anyone objects to you getting your things, I'm happy to help convince them to change their mind." Her tone deepens slightly and gets a little more aggressive as she says so, hinting that she's willing to 'convince' them with violence if she has to. Even if the Joker himself is the one doing the objecting - she's not afraid of him. She is somewhat cautious in the sense that she knows that it would get very, very ugly if they were to ever come to blows, but she's certain that she'd come out on top.
But that dark mood passes easily when Harley asks about her crossbow, and she's quite happy to talk about it. "It's a wrist crossbow, actually - very small, very light, very easy to load. You'd need a very lucky shot to kill anyone outright with bolts that small, but since I poison my bolts it isn't the bolt itself that kills them," she explains, smirking slightly by the end. While she doesn't really take pleasure in killing someone, she does take a great deal of self-satisfaction in knowing just how clever she can be about it. Her little bolts are probably even more deadly than a full sized crossbow bolt thanks to her poisons.
"Perhaps you can start helping me practice tomorrow?" she suggests, plenty eager to get started. Tonight would be impossible thanks to it already being quite late, and would be even more so by the time Harley's toenails dry. As a last step she checks to mare sure that Harley's toes are being held well apart by the separators so that they'll dry neatly, and when she's satisfied she can officially call the polishing done. But her mind is on something different than the completion of that task at the moment, "Did you ever see the video I made for the FBI, Harl? I understand that it went viral, but it didn't get everywhere." Now, that plant was a work of beauty!
As Harley suggests a method of shopping, Poison Ivy smiles slightly. "Or, we could go in the middle of the day, in disguise so that they don't recognize us. And we could go shopping just like anyone else, take our time to pick out just the right things. Then when we leave without paying we won't have to rush to get out before the cops arrive - we'd just have to take care of anyone who tries to stop us on our way out," she suggests easily, obviously having put some thought into this. "I've done similar things before, but I've had to be careful where I go because some places have better security than others. But if you came along, we could probably manage going wherever we want."
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2013 3:59:06 GMT -5
Harley lift her hand and shook her head. “My stuff was stashed back at The Joker’s old lair. I bet it’s still there since no one else knows about it. I doubt he’s still there since he never stays too long in one place after being caught. That means no more minions either. Then again he would return just so no one would be expecting it, but even then he’d…” She caught herself rambling and trying to get into The Joker’s head. This seemed to set off a trigger of anger within Harley and she held up both hands this time. “No. I’m not going there just yet. I’ll get my stuff and then we can be on our way to fun and wearable sparklies. But it‘s always nice to know someone has my back for a change.” She seemed more content over that idea and relaxed again.
“I’m sure the place is still booby trapped but I can work us through it without getting ourselves blown to pieces. Besides, I planted most of them.” She shrugged with a smile. She listens as Ivy mentions her own little weapon, the wrist-cross bow. Now there’s an idea. Something light weight and easy to use. You’d have to have a pretty good aim to hit moving targets or to be charging toward them while keeping a straight aim. She wondered just how poisonous the bolts where and how sick she would be for getting stuck with one.
Her thoughts were disrupted when Ivy asked a question. "Sure thing, Red! I’d love to show you the ropes!” Her eyes sparkled with merriment. They went wide when she asked her next question. “Video? Nuh-uh.” She looked at the television screen and wondered if it was something like the movie they had just viewed.
“When did you make a video? I must’ve been busy preparing for… stuff.” She stopped there for it wasn’t important enough to mention. Although she did feel important for coming up with a lot of ideas for her boss and strategically placing the minions in their right places so when Batman arrives, hilarity would ensue. Not to mention having to move bombs out of the way in case her employer tried to kill her during random moments in their relationship. Harley could usually sense the tension and as of lately she had expected something but not anything this trust-breaking. What were a few bombs exchanged here or there? A squirt of acid near the face or a tossing of a dagger? But to get close enough to feel their hearts pressed together and his kisses replaced by cold steel pressed against her throat goes beyond intimate moments spent with him. Nearly having your life cut short by the one you love… what could be more personal? Ivy knew.
Harley’s grin stretched as far as it could when the idea of having someone know what you’ve been through toyed with her mind. But then a thought had replaced her happy feeling. “I like the disguise idea but what will I wear?” She looked down at her red and black jester suit.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on May 14, 2013 0:23:23 GMT -5
Not seeing any need to comment as Harley tries to decide how likely or not the Joker would be where she left her things, Poison Ivy simply makes a mental note to be ready for trouble when they go just in case they find some. And she's not daunted by the idea a booby traps - if Harley knows how to get in and out in one piece then surely they'll be fine. And she's no stranger to booby traps herself. Not that the ones that she's created would be anything like the kind that the Joker or Harley would use. When Harley says that she hasn't seen the video, Poison Ivy frowns in thought as she stands and heads to one tables where she has some miscellaneous things that she's going to clean up 'someday' and comments, " I'm sure my extra copies of it were somewhere over here..." It only takes her a few moments of digging before she finds the small stack of DVDs and pulls one out of it. " Ah, here we are!" she says with a pleased smile as she walks back over to Harley and hands it to her. " You should watch this sometime - my creations have gotten better since then, but it isn't very often that some of my more deadly plants actually get to do what they're designed to do and that's the only time I've filmed it. I made it about a month before the FBI left - in fact that's probably why they left." She makes an amused sound at that before adding, " And you should know what your new friend is capable of." Though it's actually quite an advantage to her most of the time when someone is completely unaware of her abilities, like so many of her other rules, Harley is an exception. That Harley seems to like her suggestion for how they might go about their 'shopping' brings another pleased smile to her face, which hardly wavers even as the clown girl voices her problem with it. " I'm sure I have something you can borrow," she says with an easy shrug. There's got to be at least one decent outfit in the back of her closet that she doesn't mind giving up. She may not have nearly the amount of spending money than she used to, but she's not lost her rich girl mentality of quickly getting sick of clothes and refusing to wear them again simply because they're not new and fun anymore - especially if anyone else has worn it. So the odds are quite high that Harley will be getting something truly fabulous and Poison Ivy won't mind the loss one bit. " But we'll have to look in the morning - I need my beauty sleep now," she comments, glancing at her clock. She's already stayed up way too long as it is.
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2013 2:08:24 GMT -5
Harley took the DVD from Ivy and looked it over, then glanced up at Ivy as the woman spoke. “Sure I’ll watch it! I’ll even watch it tonight if ya want!” She dove for the DVD player and pressed the eject button after a while of squinting in the dark in trying to find the right button. At last her fingertip pressed the right command and out came the last DVD they watched. Harley replaced it with the new one and handed the old to Ivy to take care of, then nodded as Ivy mentioned allowing her something to wear during the robbery. She contemplated on having a dress or something thrown over her costume and then she could reveal her original costume underneath at the last moment before her big attack. Oh how she loved surprises and seeing the look of other’s faces once they realize who they are tangling with. Of course if she did that, then she would have to keep Ivy’s clothes on hand and make sure they don’t become ruined in the skirmish. Okay, maybe she can leave her costume behind just this once and try something new. That is IF Ivy has something close to Harley’s style. She silently hoped it would be cute but independent, and something that screamed playfully, mischievous mixed with a hint of clever.
“Alright Ivy. You get to bed and I’ll take some mental notes on your flick. See ya in the morning!” She gave Ivy a big wave and finished off the rest of the popcorn. During the beginning of the movie, the jolly jester had become distracted by the empty bowl when there were no pieces of popcorn left. She lift the bowl up above her head, tilt it toward her and stuck out her tongue while closing one eye to see if there was any trace of melted butter on the bowl’s walls. Nothing. Disappointed by this, she slouched and placed the bowl back down as Ivy’s movie continued. She looked a little bored but picked up a couple of important messages. One was that the FBI must leave, otherwise Ivy will not hand over a cure for an algae plague, and the second one had something to do with plants and electric fences. What did that have anything to do with Valentines Day and romance? Where was the chocolate? The flow… oh. Was Ivy attacking because so many flowers and plants are cut in half then sold during that holiday? This must be Ivy’s revenge for the mass plant homicide, but a simple plague won’t stop a nation wide tradition of buying and selling flowers. Or maybe this was Ivy’s way of dealing with a holiday that promotes people to hook up with a loved one and since Ivy’s tried to kill her, this was her way to exact revenge for wasting her time with a guy who never fully appreciated her.
Harley’s brow flinched when she heard a man’s name and curiously watched to see if Ivy had any minions that might make a guest appearance. Who was Gary? Did he have a costume with plants on? That’d be funny if he did. And then there was another name to add to her plans; Eric. Harley’s eyes grow wide when Gary gets attacked by a root that had suddenly burst through the soil and strangles the man instantly. The man must have been an incompetent minion for Ivy to allow her plants to attack him. Although she had to admit the movie was just getting good and she began to grin and draw her knees up to her chest out of amusement. Her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin rest upon one of her knees as she hungrily waited for the other man to appear. The guy didn’t sound all that bright to begin with unless Ivy was manipulating him some how, and sure enough he too was taken down by the winding vine but there was no giant plant to drag either man kicking and screaming into it’s giant mouth unlike the b movies she had seen.
Still, the sight of both men bulging from having their bodies wrapped too tightly and their faces turning from red to purple seemed pretty funny to Harley as if she were watching a Saturday morning cartoon. A part of Harley liked the idea that Ivy had ended the scene with a joke and this also made her laugh and clap. “Good one Red! You got the feds and squeezed them like Otter-Pops!” She exclaimed to the Ivy on the screen. Miss Quinn then turned her head sideways and pursed her lips outward when the plant continued to consume the men, depriving them of their blood like a giant leech. Harley’s eyes narrowed as she thought about what it would be like to be able to control the feds and to turn them into moles for she and Ivy. If only they could make the men obey their every will, she would be able to keep the feds and maybe the police away from them. But no, there was always one or two cops or agents who would play hero and end up destroying the plan by going against their orders. And in her experience, when ever the cops arrived and saw a hostage situation, they didn’t really back down but bought her time to escape unless the big, black bat showed up. So even then hostages didn’t always work out to her benefit. No. Ivy did good at disposing of the men and even added a little comedy toward the end.
As the movie concluded, Harley made an audible yawn while covering her mouth with her hand and stretched her feet in front of her. She leaned forward and turned off the DVD and television set before sleepily blinking around in the dark. The couch was not too far away from her and she pulled herself onto the cushions and stretched across them. They were still warm from where Ivy had been and Harley found the couch itself to be rather comfortable. It was almost as nice as a warm bed. Almost. She placed one arm and hand under her head to have them act like a pillow and found a stray piece of popcorn in which she flicked off the couch with her finger before starting to close her eyes. The room was blissfully quiet without the sounds of a clock ticking away noisily in the corner or two hyenas snoring in close to unison with each other. It was going to take a little while to get used to this change but hopefully it would be worth it. Ah who was she trying to kid? She’s going shopping so of course it would be worth it!
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