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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 15, 2011 19:36:53 GMT -5
Taking the offered band-aid, Pamela carefully applies it to her hand so that the wound is completely covered as she listens to Two Face. He'll get little sympathy from her about his transformation, though mostly because her head is still a bit in a daze thanks to him. Actually, she can probably relate a bit more than most to what happened to him; she too was physically and mentally damaged thanks to someone else, even though she has the good fortune of looking no worse for the wear.
"No, but I expected better than to be assaulted. That's just spiteful," she snaps back, though there's a small smirk on her face as she says this as if she thought such a thing was beneath him and is amused that it wasn't. No, not the man she remembers at all.
The next thing he says is enough to take that smirk off of her face, however, and it's replaced with a slightly angry frown. "Everyone only just forgot about that little trip to the hospital two years ago," she mutters quietly but quickly, "And I already have the media on my tail for something else. This is the last thing I need right now - thank you very much. Can we please call it even now?" Though even as she asks this nicely, there's a slightly hostile undertone that seems to indicate that she's only doing so to be polite and not because she thinks that she has to. He may have changed since they last saw each other, but then again so has she.
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Last Edit: Mar 15, 2011 21:34:13 GMT -5 by dent
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Post by dent on Mar 15, 2011 21:29:55 GMT -5
"No, but I expected better than to be assaulted. That's just spiteful,"
"Don't flatter yerself Pamela, even though everyone else in the world does. I assault a lot of people nowadays,"
When they dated, she never encountered "Big Bad Harv." The Harvey Dent that was suppressing much anger, rage, and hostility that had been fostered during his childhood and adolescent years. She been the romantic interest of the "Golden Boy District Attorney," who had a vice for pretty women with style and class.
He hears and listens to her response.
"Even?" He repeats. "There is no such as being even in this world. The only truth I live by is chance.
He takes out the silver dollar and flips it into the air. "But if yer asking on whether or not I hate ye, I don't. I am just not yer biggest fan either. This isn't the same Harvey Dent ye can seduce with a pair of long legs, rich lips, alluring aroma, and southern belle personality."
Ironically he takes out an alcohol swap covers it in a towel and begins to wipe his hands clean of her blood before throwing it somewhere behind the bar.
"Pamela, I'll let ye in on a little secret. See these chimps?" He makes a motion towards the 'hostages' and high class civilians. "They LOVE people like myself and the Joker. We're rock stars. We're the Jim Morrisons and John Lennon's of this city. We add excitement, danger, and adreline to their mundane dinner table conversations. Mercenaries and criminals beg and kill to work for us. Men and women fight for our attention. Trust me when I say this, you'll be the talk of the Iceberg Lounge. The little red-head who held her ground against Big Bad Harvey Dent. The Pamela I knew, loved the attention and spotlight. Why shy away from it now? Unless ye've soiled yer hands in some kinda scheme."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 15, 2011 22:55:40 GMT -5
Pamela's expression becomes nearly unreadable at the beginning of his reply. She doesn't like what she's hearing very much, but she's willing to hear him out. But she breaks out into an amused smile as he starts telling her that 'little secret'. Nevertheless, she doesn't interrupt and waits for him to finish completely before she responds.
"I'm not the Pamela you knew," she starts, laughing lightly as she casually fingers the bandage with her other hand, "But I'm sure you noticed that. And yet you still seem to assume that you know everything there is to know about me. I admit that, when I was younger, I loved the spotlight. But I've found that the glare of it hurts my eyes. I don't want to be famous or infamous or talked about. No, what I want is better than that. Of course, you wouldn't understand that, so perhaps that's why I'm happy to be disliked by you - I'd be offended if you didn't."
On the surface, Pamela is as calm as a grove of aspen trees shaking lightly in the breeze, but underneath it rankles her that he's hitting so close to the mark. Just like an increase in publicity, she definitely does not need anyone to be so openly speculating about what she does when she isn't going to parties and events. Even the mere fact that she'd had to defend herself in the way that she did causes her problems - while she's sure that it's legal to defend yourself with whatever means you have, she's guessing this will come back to haunt her in more than just the social sphere. Will Batman hear rumor of this?
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Post by dent on Mar 15, 2011 23:45:44 GMT -5
A saddened look came upon one half of his face. The 'normal' side. The side which represented Harvey Dent.
She had gotten her hands dirty as much as she tried to hide it from him. Oh she is a good actress and extremely difficult to read. But the former District Attorney was not going to deny the fact that a part of him knew her. At one time during his life, he had been in love with this woman, or something she represented. To deny this fact would have meant not being true to himself. And not being true to oneself meant that they were trying to be something they were not. In other words, they were scared of being themselves.
Harvey Dent was a romantic, meaning that he believed in the positive virtues of humanity. He believed that there was goodness in everyone, and that if you show compassion, patience, kindness, and forgiveness to people...it could change them for the better no matter what they had seen or experienced in life.
That's they the campaign slogan, "I believe in Harvey Dent" meant so much to the city. Because at one point in time, that man Gotham had a public figure who was willing to fight for the rights of anyone and everyone who lived under the sun.
Harvey simply nodded. He was going to offend her.
"You're wrong Pamela. I understand all to well. All I wanted in life was to be a decent person who tried to uphold the law. To protect the good people of Gotham from the scum of this city. And I would have been more then happy to accomplish those goals behind closed doors without anyone knowing who I was."
He had also wanted something else. Something simple to offset the drama and responsibility of being the 'Shining Light of Gotham.'
"If ye can still walk away from everything, then do it. Otherwise I have an inkling that you'll be running into more people like Scarecrow, the Joker, and the Black Mask, crazy freaks you don't want to associate yourself with."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 16, 2011 1:05:04 GMT -5
Scoffing quietly at those words, Pamela shakes her head in disbelief and replies, "I'm sure I don't know where you get such a terrible impression of me, Harvey. I've never done anything that I could need to walk away from." An outright lie, this time, though as always she delivers it so perfectly well. There's even a hint of disgust in her voice that she doesn't actually feel at the mere idea that he would even imply such a thing.
But though she looks offended externally, internally her upset has instead turned to a certain self-satisfaction: she's kept up her private crusade for some time now and is certain that she can't in any way be connected to those crimes, but though she's getting results they are simply not good enough. Even with this setback and with Batman lurking in the shadows she knows that she's going to have to step things up, not pull back. It would take so much more than a stray plant here and there mucking things up for her to halt and reverse the destruction of nature in Gotham and the rest of the world. No, a plea from a man she never cared very much for will hardly change her mind.
And the people he lists off hold very little fear for her - just a bit of caution. They are dangerous but, as she's discovering more and more, so is she. Not that she wants to associate with any of them, but if she had to she knows that she could. If they didn't fall for her charms, then they would fall for her poison, and if neither of those worked then there was always her cunning.
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Post by dent on Mar 16, 2011 8:36:05 GMT -5
Two-Face nods coolly to her denial.
As someone who has already experienced her poison on perhaps one of the worst possible levels and lived to tell about it, he had picked up on snipits of her thinking.
She did not have to listen to his word of advice or heard the inkling of compassion that she gave to her. Like he through in the beginning, she had a right to feel anyway she wanted, and he would respect that. This held true for when they were dating, and it still applied to after both of their ‘accidents’
It had not been easy for him to be nice to her this evening, and the way she rebuffed it had not been encouraging for him to do so again.
Two-Face snaps his fingers.
The mercenaries begin finishing up their task of collecting the valuables of the affluent.
“One more word of advice…” Two-Face stated, moving away from the bar. “Don’t ever think about dis-respecting me again.”
Like magic from a magician, the Silver Dollar suddenly appears in his hand again. Flipping the coin into the air, the sound of it traveling through the stillness of the room. He caught it with a snatch. He removed the Glock 17 from the holster.
Opening his hand, he saw the result.
“Tails.”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 16, 2011 11:57:35 GMT -5
For a second Pamela considers a retort of simply repeating his words back at him, but she doesn't need or even want his respect. No, the only advice she cares to give him is much more basic than that. "I'll consider your advice," she says with surprising sincerity. She had, after all, underestimated him and he'd forced her to use her defense of last resort. While she has absolutely no respect for Harvey Dent, perhaps Two-Face does deserve a bit of it - she'll have to ponder that one.
"My advice is that you never try to kill me again," she adds offhandedly but with the same sincerity. Does he remember how, in addition to being prepared for anything, she's never failed to make sure that when her preparations proved to be inadequate or nearly so that she's never caught that unprepared again? Using her blood had been a desperate act, and by not killing her now he's ensured that it will be much more difficult later.
Already she's pondering over what she's learned from this: when away from her plants, she can't rely on being in public, her pheromones, or the chemicals hidden in her purse to protect her. She's going to have to figure out ways of defending herself that don't rely on anyone else and can't be ignored or taken from her. Yes, she'll learn from this experience. And so she offers a smug smile when he announces the result of his coin flip. Though it represents that, had she not interrupted the coin flip earlier, she'd be dead right now; the point that it cements in her mind is that she'd stopped him from doing it.
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Post by dent on Mar 16, 2011 12:26:15 GMT -5
“Boss. Let’s get going.”
He looks towards one of the mercenaries. If he re-called the man’s name it was Stephen. Stephen received no answer. All of the mercenaries gathered in the center of the room waiting for Two-Face to lead them out.
Turning back to Pamela, he begins walking towards her, slowly, the sound of his designer dress shoes clicking off the white marble tiling of the foyer. He stops right in front of her. And simply stares at her, making eye contact and holding it there, not saying a word.
“Grrrrrarrr!”
Two-Face brings up the hand holding the pistol and throws a back-fist Pamela right to the face Poison Ivy. Along with the transformation of becoming Two-Face, Harvey Dent had developed an increased amount of strength. It coincided with the anger, rage, and ferocity that had manifested in this new personality. At times it hated the world, and those around him. When that part of the mind was released, it resulted in increased physical power.
If the blow connects it would hit her across the cheek. The attack was powerful enough to knock her unconscious, and strong enough to maybe cause a concussion depending on the constitution level of her body.
Two-Face was holding back. It could have been worse.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 16, 2011 13:14:41 GMT -5
Though she remains calmly seated when he approaches her, Pamela has seen more than enough of Two-Face to begin to get a sense of the ways he differs from the man she remembers and is not caught totally off guard by his sudden attack. Still, her reflexes aren't the best, so she's only able to dodge the blow somewhat: it glances off of the side of her head and knocks her off of the stool and onto the floor, but the scowl on her face when she immediately lifts her head and turns to look at him indicates that she didn't get the full strength of it.
Being forcibly pulled over to the bar to take care of her hand is one thing: vaguely acceptable, if only so that she's not objecting too freely to someone who's holding a gun. But this does not fit her definition of 'playing nice' at all, and she can't help but feeling in some small measure betrayed by him for this. And nobody betrays Poison Ivy and gets away with it!
Still, she recognizes that at this moment she's not in a position to do much about it, so she holds back on a few biting words and simply glares a promise at him. Her old boyfriend has no idea who he's dealing with now, but he will as soon as she can arrange it. He's just lucky that she's not prepared to kill everyone in the room.
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Last Edit: Mar 16, 2011 20:34:35 GMT -5 by dent
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Post by dent on Mar 16, 2011 20:21:34 GMT -5
Two-Face slid a hand into his pants pocket and held the pistol firmly in the other. Poison Ivy had surprised him by partially deflecting the back fist. She fell from the stool, remained conscious, and looked up at him with a scowl and glare.
Two-Face tossed the pistol to Stephen the mercenary, who caught it with ease. He shot his men a upward nod which signified that he was almost through. Turning his attention back towards Poison Ivy with a serious expression. He had tried to play nice. But she had laughed at him, and sadly as a result it had provoked the anger of the Two-Face side of his personality.
He looked down at her. Part of him wanted to keep going, the other half did not.
Stop it Two-Face.
Why should I?[/b]
Cause this makes things even between her and I..
What are you talking about?! You call this even?!
Don’t make me bring the pistol up to our chin and end it…
Fine you weakling.
As much as he tried to escape the image of his mind, he was haunted by what Two-Face could do to all of those from his past at any given moment. Gilda, Bruce, Gordon, and now Pamela. Fortunately, the lot came up tails, that meant Harvey would dictate the end of it. Two-Face did not take the result into his conscious until after the deflected strike.
Harvey Dent dropped to one knee and spoke softly to her.
“It’s even between us.”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 16, 2011 21:16:05 GMT -5
As he leans over her, Pamela's expression remains unchanged. And when she hears what he has to say, for a moment it gets even more outraged. He calls this even?!? Threatens her life, probably ruins her reputation, makes her already delicate situation with the authorities even worse, and it's still not enough. Not until she's been tossed around for the second time tonight and betrayed.
She can only say one thing to that: "It better be even now, Harvey. It better be," she whispers, venom in her tone. Because even she can recognize how terrible she'd been to him. Not that she thinks that it justified this, but even in her anger she can see that he might be of that opinion. And while that blow is an unacceptable slight for it's nothing, she can accept it for being 'even'. Getting 'even' without ending up dead or in the hospital is probably a good deal, and she recognizes that. Her anger gradually fades from a boil to a simmer as her feelings catch up with that decision.
On the other hand, she's certainly not going to forget this either. 'Even' means that she doesn't need to tolerate anything more from him, ever again. Any further slight from him can be handled without even a hint of feeling like she somehow deserved it, and therefore she won't feel at all guilty at meeting it with just as much vengeance as she happens to feel the need to express at the time. And it's very possible that the feeling of vengeance will be influenced by memories of this...
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Last Edit: Mar 18, 2011 8:15:40 GMT -5 by dent
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Post by dent on Mar 18, 2011 7:52:00 GMT -5
This operation had been planned to a tee, leaving room for this unexpected conversation to go on freely. Two-Face had bargained for high-tech equipment such as assault rifles, internal commlinks, sniper rifles, noise dampeners and jamming devices. The mercenaries that he been recruited were professional and competent. A hacker had been hired to lock down the building and to insure no communication traveled to and from the party. Finally, to insure there would be no outside interference, the moles and bribed officers had been tipped off about diverting attention from the surrounding area.
"Between you and I it is," Harvey remarked, the expression on his face remaining neutral. "Two-Face on the other hand..."
There was a sudden metamorphosis of personalities. The articulate, firm, yet pleasant tone of Harvey Dent was replaced by the harsh and rough agitation from Two-Face.
"wants to bury you alive inside of a burning coffin.
The burnt and swollen blue lips from the left side of his face formed into a disturbing sneer. There was no smile on the form of Harvey Dent, his eyes however seemed fatigued and saddened.
Harvey Dent was not a weak figure. But he was one that believed in compassion and forgiveness, virtues that are foolishly considered 'weak' in a city such as Gotham. It was not the desire of the district attorney to make things 'even' or 'gain an upper hand' in this relationship. Sadly though, he shared a mind with a figure known as Two-Face and commanded a syndicate that was one of the most powerful on the East Coast. Both of those parts had to be appeased in order to maintain the balance. Without Harvey Dent existing in the subconscious and at a calm state, a true MONSTER would be unleashed on everyone and anyone who declared themselves a citizen of Gotham City.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 18, 2011 10:19:06 GMT -5
"Well, a part of me knows the feeling," Pamela has to admit with a small smirk.
It would be giving her too much credit to say that she believes in compassion and forgiveness herself except to a very slight degree, though she does harbor some belief in the concept of fairness. The difference is that she does very little out of a desire to be merciful. That's a side that does crop up every now and again, but its appearances are rare and fleeting. It showed up a short while ago when she handed over the real antidote instead of the one that merely cures the faster acting poisons while leaving the ones that take a few days intact. At least, that's what it's supposed to do. Having not had the misfortune of bleeding on anyone accidentally, the antidote is still untested. She wouldn't use her blood poison on someone simply to test it either, but she can't say that she's displeased with how this worked out. Who could have chosen a better test subject?
The smirk disappears quickly, however, replaced by a slight grimace of pain and a close of her eyes. Not surprisingly, given the fact that she's had two blows to the head in quick succession tonight, she has a very bad headache. "It was nice to see you again," she adds with a note of sarcasm, hoping that will prompt an end to the conversation. She had a pounding head to nurse, a reputation in tatters to see if she can't patch up a bit, and when she gets home there will be a lot of other work to do.
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Post by dent on Mar 18, 2011 13:35:14 GMT -5
"Well, a part of me knows the feeling," Pamela has to admit with a small smirk.
"Why am I not surprised?" Two-Face let out a stiff chuckle.
Two-Face got off from the ground. He offered the Lady his hand to help her up. Despite everything that had happened in their past, seeing Pamela tonight had brought some closure to a painful experience in his life. Not many men get that opportunity after a bad breakup. Part of Harvey felt lucky that he was given that chance.
Dent was doubtful, that she would take up his offer to help her up. But he was sincere about it, and the gentlemen inside of him was not about to let a woman of Pamela's social grace be treated without some form of chivalry, especially when he was the perpetrator of her misfortune.
"It was nice to see you again," she adds with a note of sarcasm,
Two-Face shot out a wry grin. "Next time bring yer pepper spray. I HATE pepper spray, it makes me sneeze."
Two-Face let out a whistle, calling for the mercenaries to do this bidding.
"Go get the ladies coat."
The mercenaries at first were hesitant, not because they were disobeying, but because they didn't want to FUBAR the request. There was some nervous shuffling among them before Stephen spoke up..
"Wh--Which coat is hers boss?"
"The light-green Delano," Harvey made reference to one of Ivy's favorite apparel items from two years ago. Delano was a very high end company based out of Manhattan that was known for using environmentally friendly materials to produce their clothing.
The guests of the party had been herded to one corner of the foyer. Stephen came back with Ivy's coat and offered to place it around her shoulders for her, if she did not accept that gesture he would then place it on one of the clean stools.
Stephen then caught up with the others. Two-Face was the first one to file into the elevator. His large form disappeared from her peripheral site when he entered. Then one by one the mercs filed in after him.
The group started to descend.
Halfway down the elevator Two-Face began to feel very nauseous.
Then when they were on the street, loading up the stolen SWAT van, he vomited on the street.
"Dammit," He said, clutching his stomach with a light laugh. The kind of laugh a professional fighter gives after he is struck with a clean blow to the stomach, giving 'props' to his opponent with a clean hit. "What the hell was in that 'antidote'"
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 18, 2011 14:54:29 GMT -5
Frowning at the offered hand, Pamela ignores it and helps herself up instead. First he knocks her from the stool, then he offers his hand like it wasn't his fault she was on the floor in the first place? Once she's again upright, she doesn't say a word as she straightens and brushes off her dress and otherwise puts herself back in order. She only pauses to make a vague gesture at her purse at the comment about pepper spray. She always has pepper spray - the only reason why she didn't try using it was because it had come as a complete surprise to her when he attacked her, and when she'd dropped her purse that had almost completely disarmed her.
Trying valiantly to regain her composure, she seems almost like she's ignoring Two-Face until he asks one of his men to fetch her coat and is able to describe it perfectly and she gives him a surprised smile. The one she'd owned way back when isn't the same one that she brought to this party, but she'd updated to a very similar one. Some things never change.
After she accepts her coat, she watches in silence along with everyone else as the men file into the elevator. But unlike everyone else, the moment the doors close she sees nearly everyone's attention shift to her. "It starts..." she mutters to herself. Fortunately or unfortunately, she knows how to fake graciousness in awkward situations. Putting on her sweetest face, she spots Veronica Vreeland in the crowd and quickly walks over, thanks her for the invitation to the party, expresses some regret over the events of the evening in the vaguest of terms, and then politely informs the uneasy hostess that she'll be leaving now. She certainly doesn't want to stay here being stared at for very long!
Having killed plenty of time saying all that to avoid running into Two-Face on her way out, Pamela heads to the elevator and boards it the moment it arrives. After the doors close and it starts down she says to herself, "Congratulations, Pamela Isley, you are now a freak." She should look at this in a positive light, really: once the rumors have spread she'll find out which of her friends actually care about her and which ones don't (not that she actually cares about any of them). But trying to put a positive spin on it just makes her headache worse. She can wait until after it goes away to try to figure out what to do. But that could take awhile - she's immune to aspirin.
(OOC: The party mentioned in this scene was big enough that anyone who's a part of the gossip chain of Gotham's rich and famous would have likely been able to get a detailed account of what happened.)
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