Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Nov 19, 2012 3:32:03 GMT -5
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.
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.