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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 18, 2015 6:04:59 GMT -5
Poison Ivy remembered. Well, 'remember' not being a totally accurate word - instead she happened to catch the news at the right time and had to do a double take - was that Starling being the anchor? No, that's Summer Gleeson... Of course she found it odd at first that a news reporter was waiting tables, but the more she thought about it, the more that it made sense. It did take her awhile to make the connection, as she's not one to watch very much television, and even after that she didn't immediately do anything about it. After all, Oswald seems to be extremely ungrateful whenever she attempts to assist him with his affairs, so why bother getting involved? However, some time later, she began to realize that she wasn't through with the young lady yet. The frequently changing shifts at the lounge makes it quite difficult to be certain that you'll see the waitress you want on a given day, and she hadn't even spotted her there the last few times she went - but that wasn't a problem. After all, anyone affiliated with the news tends to pride themselves on their reliability. And it's so convenient for her purposes when someone shows up at the same time and place everyday. Not that she'd wanted to do anything as dramatic as taking Summer from that place of employment while she was working - that sort of thing is hardly necessary unless one wants to play with the Bat or one of his ilk. And she's actually in a remarkably harmless mood about it today - perhaps it's true that flattery can get you anywhere. It certainly got her into the television studio. But in an effort to not show her hand too much, she managed to get one of the gofers to do her the favor of delivering a single rose to the young lady just after the morning's broadcast. Presumably from an admirer, who could resist giving such a thing a sniff? Which was harmless, really - all it did was rob her of her free will and ability to form new memories some fifteen minutes later. At that point convincing Summer to join her in her car was simply a matter of escorting her to it - people really are quite agreeable when they can't make any decisions on their own. They also don't make for especially interesting company, but it just wouldn't do for her to invite over a guest to her home who would remember the way there, now would it? Once they arrive, she escorts Summer to the back area - it functions as both her laboratory and her greenhouse. There she first provides the young lady with a small shot, nothing more or less than an drug meant to ensure that Summer remains healthy during her stay. Something better to provide while she's still unable to protest - nobody trusts her to give them a shot for some reason and that avoids the argument entirely. Once that's done, she blows the pollen of another flower into Summer's face - the antidote to the rose she'd been given earlier. And it's no doubt a rather shocking thing to be cured of, as one suddenly comes to the realization that you're in a place that you weren't before, with no memory at all of how you got there. The room that they're in is probably quite a bit smaller than Summer was likely picturing when Poison Ivy had spoken of it while they were exchanging gossip - about twenty-five feet on the short walls, forty-five on the long ones. For many purposes it would seem like a large room, but for housing so many plant specimens as well as a small laboratory it might seem a bit cramped. There are no windows, but half of the vaulted ceiling and the adjoining long wall are made out of some sort of plastic material that lets in a very large amount of sunlight but provides no view of the outside. The rest of the ceiling and walls are made out of a patchwork of material - panels of metal mixed with panels of fiberboard and other pieces of scrap. The majority of the room is full of low tables and trellises, all covered in various pots, each holding a plant of some kind. A few small trees are in the center, the very tops of their branches just touching the ceiling, but the majority of the room is host to shrubs, vines, and flowers in a seemingly endless variety. And many of them are so exotic that even someone with no expertise in plants would guess that they're not natural, while others prove it by shifting around just a little bit periodically - never mind that it would be impossible for there to be any wind in the room. Summer would find herself near one of the shorter walls, which has the room's only exit. Of course, Poison Ivy is standing between the young lady and the door - one doesn't know how she'll react when brought back to her senses, after all. On either side of the door are small installations of cabinetry, supplemented by a couple of tables - one each to Summer's right and left. The one to her right is completely empty, while the table to her left as well as every other square inch of counter space either has some piece of laboratory equipment or a plant on it. Shelves are mounted above the counters all the way to the ceiling, and upon them are an endless variety of chemicals in bottles and other containers, as well as - you guessed it - a few more plants. Given that nothing at all in the entire lab appears to be labeled and there aren't any pieces of paper lying around anywhere either, one could easily wonder how someone could find anything in the lab. When the dull expression on Summer's face fades away, Poison Ivy smiles as she places the plant she was holding in what was probably the last remaining free space on the counter. " Welcome to my garden, Miss Gleeson," she says, sounding remarkably friendly given the fact that she's literally the young lady's kidnapper now. Having discarded the disguise that she'd been wearing at the time, she's wearing a simple but rather elegant white wrap dress and nothing else - she's even barefoot.
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It was both stressful and relieving to make a full return to Gotham Live after managing with a great deal of injuries. It took ages for the swelling in her face to sort itself out, which of course was the main concern of the vain redhead. Now she was warmly welcomed back and quickly slipped back into her work with the hopes of distracting herself from the nightmare she was living. The events for this month were adding up and she spent most of the morning lining up her guest appearances for her much-loved talk show. The work place was significantly different than the hostile Iceberg Lounge, making her almost regret ever being so quick to leave it in the first place. Still, the life of fake smiles and pencil skirts quickly returned to her and she slowly but surely began to slip back into her old ways.
As she approached her office with a rather full cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of leads in the other, her entire late-night routine was thrown off-guard when she noticed the beautiful, bright long-stemmed rose that lay across the surface of her desk. An undeniable smile caused the corners of her mouth to tilt upward as she set her stuff down and reached for it. It was cliché, but classic though she wasn’t sure who had left it for her. Her wide green eyes scanned the area in search of a note but couldn’t find one. Twirling it in her hand, she pressed her nose to the soft petals and inhaled deeply.
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Summer blinked repeatedly, the vacant expression fading from her pretty features as she quickly returned to reality. Her wide eyes were peeled as her eyes fell on the green-tinted vixen before her. “I-oh….what is going on? How did I get here?” Was the first thing to leave her lips, her concern growing. Her eyes struggled to find a focus, while Ivy’s beauty itself made her an easy focal point, Summer had never seen anything like this. It was crowed but both fascinating and terrifying at the same time. It took her a moment to realize that Poison Ivy had said her name. Not Starling. Hers.
The redhead grew tense as a single and shaky ‘ohh’ let her lips. The woman before her was hard to read, would she be upset with her for the list of lies she had rallied off that day at Iceberg? “I can explain.” She began, a red tinge on her cheeks both from the warmth of the room and her mix of emotions. That felt like such a long time ago after everything that had happened, but Summer could recall the details of meeting Poison Ivy with ease. She often replayed it over in her head and even planned on an upcoming segment revolved around some of the details recalled from their talk.
“It’s fascinating, really I’m…I’m just a bit confused.” Summer replied honestly in acknowledgement to their surroundings. She wasn’t sure what to think – nor what to feel, though realistically had this woman basically kidnapped her? Or had she? The redhead struggled to remember the last thing she had done before realizing that she was here. The rose. Summer swallowed. How could one decided between fight of flight when both seemed stupid and irrational in such a situation? No, she was assuming this was worse than it might honestly be. She decided to tiptoe around the situation delicately and ignore her impulsive nature.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 19, 2015 19:10:17 GMT -5
"The only way anyone can get here - I brought you," Poison Ivy replies, looking slightly amused. Not that she thinks badly of Summer for her confusion - that's just because of the drugs, and anyone would be confused if they were in her position. Well, not Poison Ivy herself, but then again that's merely because she's immune to such things. And it's not strictly true that one can't get here without Poison Ivy bringing them, she goes to great lengths to make sure that it's as close to true as possible - how many people has she caught trying to track down her hideout in some fashion? The only people allowed here, especially this particular room, without her explicit permission is Harley and herself. And for the vast majority of her guests it's a one-way invitation.
The overall pleasant expression on her face doesn't waver as the young lady realizes what she just said and immediately starts to look worried. Her tongue clicks in a scolding fashion. "My, aren't we feeling guilty?" she asks rhetorically, "Well, go ahead then, explain." She folds her arms, giving Summer an expectant, waiting look. If she is angry, then she doesn't look it. Then again, the deadly woman is good enough at masking her emotions and does it frequently enough that you can never trust that whatever emotion she's displaying is the one that she's feeling. Then again, that doesn't mean that she's not being honest about her emotions at that particular moment either.
She sees no real reason to respond directly to Summer's comments upon her obviously confused state of mind, though her head tilts slightly in a questioning manner as she asks, "Would it help you if I pointed out that if I wished to simply kill you that you'd be dead already?" Though the young lady can't remember precisely how she got here, clearly whatever method had been used had been rather potent. If Poison Ivy had wanted to kill her, she could have done so quite easily. Then again, that doesn't mean that it isn't her intention to do so - it merely means that she doesn't want Summer dead yet.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2015 1:19:46 GMT -5
As if her guilt didn’t make it easy enough to avoid eye contact, the venue certainly did. When she said it was fascinating, the word could be easily considered an understatement. Still, she wasn’t here on her own accord which was concerning despite how she looked at it. The redhead bit her lower lip and felt completely exposed despite the fact that now she was properly clothed unlike their last meeting. “I understand that,” Summer began with a nervous giggle. “I’m just not exactly sure how.” She tried to provide Ivy with an equally pleasant expression though she was incredibly anxious to figure out why the woman had brought her here in the first place.
Reaching nervously into the pockets of her blazer so that her fingers could fidget restlessly inside – nervous habit that the young reporter had developed over the years. Her manicured hands hoped to maybe find her sleek iPhone within the contents, but there was nothing more than her favorite pen that seemed to have accompanied her here from the studio. Her cheeks were both red from the heat and the unique mix of emotions that had washed over her.
“Right, um well.” Summer began, her mouth opening as she tried to find the right words. “As you know, my name is Summer Gleeson. I have my own Television show and I needed a little boost in the ratings so…” She paused, closing her eyes as she reflected on how terrible the idea had worked out for her. Right now, honesty was the best policy. “I went undercover at the Iceberg Lounge in order to expose some of the illegal activities of Oswald Cobblepott and his associates.” Opening her wide green eyes, she looked down before forcing herself to meet Ivy’s gaze.
Her findings were substantial. She had hacked his security system and even replaced the camera he had implemented in her bowler hat with one of her own. Basically, her entire time at Iceberg had been recorded from her point of view. Every encounter she had and conversation she hosted was recorded for her playback. She had more than enough to get him – and several others in prison for a great deal of their life. Until he caught her. “And my findings were inconclusive.” She said quietly. Which basically meant that she spent a considerable amount of time drugged, tied up, blackmailed and beaten into submission. "But I couldn't just blow my cover when I met you or my entire operation would have came crumbling down."
She bit her lower lip nervously, unsure if whether or not she should apologize or not. While she did have a great conversation, at the time she didn’t really have much of a choice other than to play the role she had created for herself. And even then she had been hoping that Ivy might slide something news worthy across that table that she could use for her own person gain – and she had.
The perplexed redhead wasn’t sure if she should be soothed or even more worried about her comment. Death hadn’t been something she had factored into it, but it also didn’t explain why she was here. Her recent questions had been disregarded with prompted her to ask once more. The redhead cleared her throat nervously. “Please, why am I here?”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 22, 2015 4:06:27 GMT -5
Continuing to look amused, Poison Ivy comments, "I drove you here in my car." Which doesn't address what Summer really wants to know about how she got here and Poison Ivy knows it. Instead she's enjoying being able to dance around that issue, not even hinting. For her purposes it's best to keep the young lady somewhat in the dark about that, and beyond that it's simply more entertaining.
Listening with silent attention as Summer explains herself, none of the story seems to cause much of a reaction in the rogue at all - mostly because she already knew much of it and she'd guessed most of the rest. Once the young lady is finished with her tale, she gives a soft chuckle. "Well if you play such games with Oswald that's not my business. If anyone gets away with that, then he deserves to face the consequences. But you didn't get away with it, did you? I'm surprised that you're still in one piece," she comments, partially thinking out loud and looking genuinely a bit curious about that last point, though she doesn't directly ask any questions.
Instead she continues by saying, "But I hardly think anything of anyone lying in the lounge - half of what anyone says there is a lie if they're halfway intelligent. It is just as good of a place for spreading misinformation as it is to spread the actual truth. So of course I wouldn't expect to you compromise your cover on my account. Shame on me for taking so long to figure it out! But of course I hardly watch television. Most of it is pointless." Which she doesn't seem to mind saying that bluntly, even when she knows that she's talking to someone who is on television for a living. Then again, perhaps Summer will assume that she's talking about other television shows, even though that's not the case at all.
"I am curious, though," she continues, "Was Oswald and his organization the only target of your operation, or were the guests as well?" Once again her expressions prove difficult difficult to read - she only looks curious in spite of the fact that this question has a very obvious relevance to her. This means that it's difficult to say one way or the other how she feels about the idea of the young lady profiting from their conversation.
The last question asked causes Poison Ivy to simply blink and respond with, "Because I want you to be here." It would seem as though Poison Ivy isn't very much interested in giving Summer a straight answer to that question at the moment any more than she wants to explain how it happened.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 15:45:13 GMT -5
The forced and wavering smile that Summer had been attempting politely began to fade. It was hard to remain calm when she had no sense of the past hour. Or had it even been an hour? Surely the venue that she currently stood within was a part of the city. But seeing as she couldn’t recall anything after being in her office and getting prepared to leave and go home for the evening. “You know that isn’t what I meant.” Summer stated, growing slightly more assertive with her comment.
Summer’s eyes returned to the woman before her, scanning for Ivy’s face for any trace of emotion whatsoever. After her lament, the reporter simply waited to see what the reaction to what she had done. The chuckle caused a faint blush to brush across Summer’s cheeks. It was almost humiliating to admit her defeat. She would much rather go back to that day in the comfy booth where they were simply chatting about the woman’s immaculate garden rather than standing in the middle of it. After clearing her throat and some obvious reflection on how her mission had taken a turn for the worse and she ended up in Cobblepott’s clutches, she managed to find the word. “No. I didn’t get away with it.”
He had spared her with a handful of conditions – some of which that she was completely oblivious to for the time being. “And now I get to spend the rest of my life as his puppet.” She informed, assuming that Ivy could draw the conclusions herself without having to elaborate any further on the tortures she had ensued.
Quite stunned and equally relieved that she didn’t seem upset, it had almost prompted her to crack a smile. “I’m glad that you understand.” Honestly she had been quite relieved at the time of their original meeting as well that Ivy didn’t engage in much television. After all, that could have compromised her efforts then and there if she would have been recognized.
Her next question left Summer with dilemma. Should she lie? After all, that category did include the green-skinned vixen herself. “Um…” The redhead began, straightening her posture slightly. It was certainly hot in there and only seemed as though it was getting warmer with her increasing nerves. Wiping the thin line of sweat from her forehead she decided honesty was the best policy. “I wanted to bring his entire operation down, attack his empire from within. After I hacked his computer system and that enabled me to view his customer accounts and as well as track every single shipment invoice and transaction. So, I guess you can say that originally my plan was to bring down Cobblepott, but the more information I found the more I planned on bringing down with him.” She informed honestly.
There were hundreds of individuals that went through Cobblepott and his empire, from the most sinister of Crime Lords to members of the Law Enforcement themselves. The information she had discovered from his archives were endless and provided him with reason to blackmail any customers that decided to go against him. The possibilities that she had with such information was equally unlimited, but in the beginning she had wanted nothing more than justice…and being known for taking down Cobblepott’s kingdom. However, that dream seemed so far away by now.
Once again she was on the receiving end of another vague answer. This time Summer was growing far too frustrated to consider a ‘thank you’. However, she was far from lashing out either despite how much she wished to know Ivy’s intentions. For the mean time she only seemed to want answers – so Summer would comply for now.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 24, 2015 4:56:59 GMT -5
"Yes," Poison Ivy responds, simply confirming that she does know that's not what Summer meant. But because she doesn't follow up by saying anything more on the matter, that's yet another indication that she has no intention of giving a straight answer - at least not on that subject.
Not surprised when the young lady confirms her assumption, she does however give a sympathetic frown when Summer speaks of being the man's puppet. Then again, what she says probably isn't very helpful. "Oh, I'm sure it won't be for the rest of your life, darling - he's quite a bit older than you, after all," she points out, "I'm sure the problem will die with him at the very least." She pauses reflectively for a moment before she adds, "Unless, of course, his puppetry gets you killed - which is more likely than not, now that I think of it." She shrugs, clearly not deeply bothered by Summer's situation. "Still, at least you're alive so far - I would have thought that he'd simply kill you. He must have some specific use in mind for you," she comments somewhat distantly, before adding, "Sorry, I'm just thinking out loud."
Having not known that the reporter had been found out, she's doubly pleased that she brought the young lady here without allowing her to know where 'here' is. If Oswald found out where she lives, he'd undoubtedly sell the information to the highest bidder, and then so much for her secrecy. Another garden would have to be abandoned - and she's sworn that would never happen again!
It's becoming very quickly apparent that Summer hasn't the slightest understanding of how the rogue thinks - everything from the stunned relief when Poison Ivy proves to not be upset by the lying to the obvious nervousness about telling the truth of what the failed operation had entailed. Rather than being bothered by the scale of the young lady's plans, she laughs at them. "Oh, such arrogance! You thought you were going to just walk in there, snoop around, take down all these people, and walk away with an Emmy to show for your work and nothing more, I'd imagine?" she asks, laughing again and she adds, "If it were all that easy, why do you think that Batman hasn't done it?"
Her amusement fading only a little, she says, "While I'm normally a great supporter of ambitious women, I'm afraid that I can't be in this case - it's important for a woman to know and accept her limitations. To take on someone like Oswald, one would have to be at the very least on his level. He was - and as you've discovered is - a Rogue, darling. Not that every Rogue is of such a high caliber, but why on earth would he be allowed into the club of misfits and freaks that normally exclude such conventional criminals? He's just as abnormally skilled as the rest of us." She pauses, figuring that's enough of a lecture, but then she says, "Still... It's really quite impressive that you got away with it for as long as you did. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't Oswald who caught you at all - I may not have, and if I had I'd have found it far more entertaining to see if you got away with it than to turn you in, but if anyone else did then I'm sure that they're well aware that Oswald would likely reward anyone so kind as to point out a snake in the grass." Pursing her lips in thought for a moment, she adds, "Sorry, thinking out loud again."
If Summer suspects that there's more going on here than there seems to be or more to what she'd being told than the actual words that Poison Ivy is actually saying then she'd be perfectly correct. But even so, what that exactly means is a difficult thing to say - Poison Ivy is a difficult rogue for anyone to read or understand, as her motivations aren't especially human. And the fact that she's insane clouds the waters too - not that she's lost complete touch with reality, but the world she lives in isn't quite the same one as everyone else.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2015 20:47:55 GMT -5
Sucking in her cheeks in attempt to mask her frustration, she continued as politely as she could, her voice wavering slightly as she spoke. “So, I’d love to hear your justification for abducting me.” The redhead stated, deciding to stop beating around the bush – no pun intended. She had answered Ivy’s questions with complete honesty so she would love a bit of insight as to how she ended up here. While she did previously enjoy Ivy’s company she felt a bit uneasy with this particular encounter. Still, she did not panic. After her hostage situation with Cobblepott where she woke up to discover she had been undressed and tied up by strangers, standing in an exotic garden was certainly a step up.
While she was always one to appreciate honesty, she still failed to see the upside to this situation. It was true that Cobblepott could possibly die and eliminate the arrangement that they had struck, but until then she was stuck in the situation. And of course, the thought of her own death made her incredibly uneasy as well. In fact, the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach only multiplied. “I don’t think he would trust me with anything so large that would danger my life, I’m mostly supposed to morph the media however he wants it to be and keep any heat off of the Lounge. And then whatever else he asks…” Mentioning the last bit quietly, she began to feel even sicker when she thought about it. Ivy was right.
Summer’s gaze fell from the woman before her as she lectured. It was humiliating. Her blush only deepened as Ivy continued to tear apart her plans. She didn’t have much of a retort, but managed one nonetheless. “I thought I could do it. It took me nearly a year to make all of the arrangements. I had everything from a fake identification and all the documents to prove it to thousands of dollars in technology.” It wasn’t much of a defense, but she really had been confident in the beginning. “And he still caught me.” Another fact that was difficult to admit. Cobblepott had insisted that he knew all along, but she didn’t fully believe him, especially after Ivy’s comment.
She looked up. “Wait...were you the one that told him?” She asked, a mixture of shock and anger both fueling the confusing look on her face. Had Poison Ivy ratted her out? After all- she herself mentioned the reward and she had been doing business with him for years. It made since. Summer’s jaw tightened as she waited expectantly for an answer. She had become dangerously close to getting away with it all and now her life was constantly in the hands of Oswald Cobblepott. Was the redheaded woman before her the one to blame?
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 25, 2015 13:26:29 GMT -5
At Summer's rather blunt statement, Poison Ivy blinks in surprise, a little taken aback. "Justification?" she asks, "I've done nothing wrong. You wanted to come here." Yes, she'll admit that what she did counts as an 'abduction', but she's caused the young lady no harm at all so she's really quite mystified by the fact that she's being talked to as if she did anything improper. And while she can understand being surprised and confused by the situation because of the drugs, she's not sure how that would make someone leap to such conclusions about the situation. But it's these sorts of things that make her really not like people so much.
Listening as Summer tries to explain away the idea that her life may be in danger, Poison Ivy is ready to interject but instead sees that the young lady is beginning to see that she's right, rendering that unnecessary. So instead she simply comments, "I do know Oswald better than you do. He never trusts. He merely uses." She'd wager that it's practically guaranteed that at some point he'll start finding ways to use the young reporter that are quite risky indeed, and then deem the risk worth it - just so long as the risk is to her and not to him.
Poison Ivy sees no reason to respond directly to Summer's thoughts about the failure to fool Oswald - she doubts that she has to say that the amount of time and effort put into something doesn't matter when the result is a failure and all that effort proves wasted. Or even worse than wasted, as it seems to have worked out for Summer - she's not merely back where she started but has actually lost ground from what it sounds like.
But it does, of course, immediately catch her attention when Summer asks her if she was the one who told. The question causes the rogue to immediately roll her eyes. Then, with a disappointed click of her tongue, she suddenly grabs the reporter's chin, just a bit roughly. "You don't listen very well, do you?" she asks, sounding just a little annoyed. Letting go again, her voice almost returns to normal, as she states, "Like I said, if I had known about your little project, I'd have found it far too entertaining to see how it played out to get involved in it myself." It really is quite unfair just how suspicious the young lady is of her, but that's nothing new to her - everyone is always suspicious of her. And most of the time they're perfectly right in doing so, but it's really quite annoying when it reaches the point of being accused of crimes that she views as beneath her.
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It took the perplexed reporter a moment to think of a response. She stumbled over her words before just deciding on closing her lips all together. While – yes, this was exactly what she wanted, a garden tour of Gotham City’s most infamously famous eco-terrorist. Though she wasn’t sure wasn’t sure at the time of her request how realistic it was, now she couldn’t really see it happening any other way. Of course someone with such a reputation and so much to lose wouldn’t want to risk anything that was so valuable to her. With the pattern of destruction that seemed to follow the young redhead, part of her could understand. Still, that didn’t make her any less uneasy about being drugged.
“Of course, I’m just…sorry. It’s an alluring sight. I’ve never seen anything like it.“ The redhead took another look at the venue, craning her neck to acknowledge some of the plants that thrived skyward she had missed earlier. “So…did you use chloroform me or?...” Surely she would remember that. “Or …I’m sure it was something more…organic?” At this point Summer had just concluded that the rose was some form of symbolism, much less a reasoning for her arrival.
Listening to Ivy didn’t make her feel any better about her situation, though she knew that wasn’t the purpose behind her words. However, she was providing her with the truth on the matter. Rather than sitting along patiently while Oswald figuratively purchased her a collar, she needed to think of another way out of this. Sure when she had been at his mercy in the warehouse it had been easy to agree to his terms – but this was no way to live, that being as long as he permitted her to do so. “Basically, he’s going to kill me in the end regardless? He’s just going to use me until he feels I no longer have a purpose?” It made since, he could have just killed her then, but why not get some use out of her first.
She was partially stunned, dwelling over the fact that she was in fact going to die at his disposal. At first she had assumed this was all an arrangement to keep her alive – and it was, though there was time limit. Diverted from her realizations by Ivy’s grip, Summer winced slightly but didn’t have time to pull away before the woman released her. Even then, the reporter wasn’t sure that she would have pulled away out of fear.
“I’m sorry,” She apologized once more, perhaps a bit too quickly. The truth was quick to follow. “I’m just…I’m almost sure that someone had to help him figure me out and I am convinced it was someone outside of his operation. Some of the things he knew were just alarming – even to me. So I’m just a bit paranoid is all.” Not just of Ivy, but of everyone. Part of her almost had wished the green-tinted vixen before her might have admitted to it. Summer wanted answers, and the one thing worse than being constantly paranoid was exposed feeling that accompanied it.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jul 29, 2015 2:14:36 GMT -5
"Thank you," Poison Ivy replies to the compliment. Normally she'd be much more flattered, but she suspects that Summer is currently quite flustered and is probably simply saying things that she hopes might help the situation, not things that she actually sincerely believes. Not that she's offended by that, she merely takes it less seriously. And perhaps that's a factor in how she reacts to the question about how she drugged the young lady. "That's not a particularly intelligent question, now is it?" she asks rhetorically. She'd think that the answer would be incredibly obvious to anyone who knows her at all, and she'd imagine that the reporter has to know her at least somewhat after their long conversation earlier.
When asked further about the future prospects of living while being puppeted by Oswald, she shrugs slightly and says, "Well, if you're lucky he'll just get you arrested and decide you're not worth breaking out of prison or something." She'll admit that death isn't guaranteed in Summer's situation - it's merely a strong possibility. What's much more certain is that whatever happens will be an unqualified bad thing, and that it's therefore in Summer's best interests if she weasels her way out of Oswald's clutches as soon as possible. If she can, anyway.
Though she doesn't have to be, Poison Ivy decides to be nice and be placated by the apology. She's actually not that much of a stranger to being paranoid herself, though she doesn't look like it. Not that she actually empathizes with the young lady's situation, but she doesn't disbelieve that as an adequate excuse. Tilting her head curiously, she asks, "Have you happened to have ever personally met any other rogues, by any chance? I mean more than just incidentally as their waitress - where they actually paid some attention to you?" Because, while she knows that it's also possible that any random person at the lounge might have picked out her face, or that a rogue might have done so just from an incidental conversation, but the usual suspects are the usual suspects for a reason - smart enough to notice the details, manipulative enough to have a reason, callous enough to go through with it - and it's far easier to remember a face when you actually bothered to look at it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2015 16:41:52 GMT -5
She continued to look around the venue. If anything it was a bit of a distraction from her situation – which she was still struggling to figure out. Had there been other reasoning’s for her being here other than the current conversation? Even if there was not, it was almost nice to get to talk about this. Far to paranoid to break Cobblepott’s rules and confide in anyone else, Ivy had already figured out what she had done. This was not news to the woman before her and it gave Summer the opportunity to speak about the things that had been haunting her for the past few weeks. The reply to her question caused her to suck in her cheeks, slightly embarrassed. Though she shrugged it off. “I was only curious. It isn’t every day that you wake up in Poison Ivy’s secret garden.” The redhead replied. Though she knew the question wasn’t meant to be answered, she couldn’t help herself.
It was almost impossible to withhold the urge to explore the room. The cabinetry itself was sure to hold a fair amount of secrets. Still, she would never be so bold to simply make herself at home. Part of her was afraid that the rumors might be true and a handful of the species that Poison Ivy possessed might be man-eating. In fact, with that thought Summer inched more toward the center of the room, away from the wall and anything else. “Arrested?” It was hard to hide her disgust and fear of the idea. The expression could be read clearly on her face as she came to the realization. “I don’t think I would do very well in prison.” She stated aloud, feeling considerably light-headed.
Another question that Summer found herself struggling to answer surfaced from the woman’s lips. She looked down quickly before returning her gaze to Ivy. “Yes. Um, several actually.” She stated simply, contemplating whether or not she should reveal her past with each of the individuals that made up that list. Now the room was really starting to spend. While some of said encounters ended much, much better than others – she wasn’t sure where to begin. “I’ve had a few run-ins with the Joker. I got a little too close to one of his warehouses and left with quite a few physical souvenirs.” She didn’t want to go into detail. The color began to fade from her face. “But…then again. He pays me a visit every now and then when something in the news seems to catch his eye. But I feel like he would much rather want to kill me himself when his amusement runs out rather than to hand me over to Cobblepott. I don't know. He's even more confounding than Nigma.” Who next? Might as well just go about them in order from worst to best. “And then there was that man at the Poker Game, Black Mask. He knew who I was but I couldn’t recall meeting him at any other time. I’m positive we hadn't spoken before that moment, but….we must have and I just don’t recognize him.”
Summer had thought about this over and over again. It bothered her that she couldn’t place the man behind the mask, but he called her out as he passed by her with his drink. Thankfully he hadn’t done so publically or it might have ended her right there. However, she still couldn’t place who he was. She fanned herself, slipping out of her cardigan as the room seemed to appear even warmer with each reflection. Still, she was eager to have Poison Ivy’s input – though she still didn’t completely discount her. Still, there were only two more of the rouges that made up her list: Edward and Crane.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Aug 3, 2015 12:37:42 GMT -5
With the way that the reporter is looking around the room, it's quite obvious that she's curious about all that she can see. Even if she weren't, Poison Ivy would suspect as much - the garden is both extraordinary and unique and anyone with the slightest bit of interest in a good story would be an idiot for not wanting a look around. "Well, feel free to look around. But I don't recommend touching anything without asking first - much of my garden becomes harmless if I tell it not to hurt you, but toxins and reflexes can't be turned off," she warns, though her warning is likely less extensive than Summer probably supposed. It is as deadly as the young lady heard, but it's so much under her control that it's not dangerous to wander around. At least not if you have Poison Ivy's favor and don't touch anything, anyway.
As Summer's interest seems to be far more geared toward the garden than the exit of the room, Poison Ivy can feel herself relaxing just slightly. Even if the young lady tried to make a break for it she's quite certain that she'd be able to stop her before she ever made it outside, where she'd have any hope of identifying where in Gotham they are, but she'd rather not put that to the test - it would get messy. But if her interest remains on the room they're in that's not a worry.
Stepping toward the laboratory area, she comments upon the reporter's thoughts on being arrested. "It's no picnic, darling - I don't know how the prison compares to the asylum, but it was rather unpleasant in the latter and I don't imagine that the former would be much better," she comments, unfortunately able to say that from personal experience. She's pretty sure that of the two the prison would be less unpleasant, but as she really didn't care that much about anything in the asylum aside from the restriction of her freedom they wouldn't be that much different to her. Perhaps they would have left her alone more in prison - that would have been a positive.
Though she starts to reach for something on the ground, when the young lady then says that she's met several rogues more than just in passing, Poison Ivy has to pause in surprise at that idea. While there's enough rogues running around that it's not uncommon for someone to have met one, meeting several is relatively rare and surviving the experience is even rarer for ordinary people. At least not for someone's henchman or something. "My, someone has been busy..." she remarks. But once her surprise is over her thoughts go to the question of which one would have told Oswald about the reporter on his staff - which isn't a difficult question for her to ponder at all.
"Well, the clown is unpredictable - but he'd only have told Oswald if he thought it was funny. And simply telling him for no reason is unlikely to be funny to him - though it's possible. Black Mask certainly wouldn't have told - he doesn't like Oswald and would have hoped that you'd succeed," she comments easily, not really having to think about it to come to those conclusions. She knows her fellow rogues quite well so it's not very difficult for her to know how they'd react to things.
Having said that, she goes back to what she was doing, and after reaching over she picks up a large camera bag that was on the floor in the laboratory. "Here, darling," she says, offering it to Summer, "I'm sure that you'd appreciate having this. I asked one of the nice cameramen at your news station what sort of equipment would be suitable for a news broadcast and he was extremely helpful." Inside the bag is a small but high quality camera of the kind normally used for on-the-scene filming, a tripod, as well as a still camera - all clearly taken from the reporter's workplace since they're emblazoned with the proper logos.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 23:53:39 GMT -5
She couldn’t help but smile at Poison Ivy’s approval to look around. Instantly her eyes were attracted to those of brilliant shades and blossoms. Their beauty was both calming and hypnotizing as she started toward them, her eyes locked. She had been to dozens of garden parties hosted by Gotham’s wealthy members, though none could compare to exactly what she was looking at now. “Right, I’ll be careful. Thank you.” She didn’t move to far from Poison Ivy, but it allowed her wandering eyes to get a better view of their surroundings. Summer held both of her hands and clasped them tightly so that she wouldn’t be tempted.
She bit her lip as the prison talk continued. Was it crazy that she would actually consider losing her life than losing her freedom? With her back turned to Ivy, she resisted the urge to tear up. It was a terrifying idea that she could have her life stripped from her so suddenly. “But….you managed to escape.” She tried to be optimistic, though it was increasingly hard. “So maybe there is hope for me too.” It sounded foolish when she said it aloud, she was comparing herself to a woman who could practically control the ecosystem. Summer would be eaten alive. “I’m just going to lay low on his radar. Go back to reporting about things as far from Iceberg Lounge as possible and keep out of his way. Maybe then he will forget about me.”
Taking to Ivy was almost therapeutic. Things and ideas she had been bottling up for weeks now was finally out on the table. It was refreshing to get her feedback on some of the rouges who haunted even her dizziest day dreams. She was able to discard two of her suspects – well partially. The Joker was always a possibility, but apparently the mysterious Black Mask wouldn’t have done such a thing. With a nod and a breath she turned away from the flowers. “Then, that only leaves two. Crane and Eddie-well, the Riddler.” She quickly stated, as if Poison Ivy didn’t know the man by his name or alias. Still, Eddie seemed much too casual at the moment. “Crane and I have a mutual interest. The woman who follows him is my best friend. Well, women now – I suppose. Even then, that isn’t exactly correct either, but I'm sure you know. It’s all just perplexing. And I don’t suppose Heather and I are all that close now, but I still try.” She cleared her throat. “And everything with Nigma is just....complicated.”
Moving forward in her exploration, she turned only when she heard the sounds of the shifting camera bag. She was a bit confused by it all. Actually-the feeling had only seemed to build the longer she stood in the venue. Summer started curiously toward Ivy and the bag, recognizing the logo for her studio on the front. “You…you are going to let me record?” She asked, accepting the heavy bag and placing it on the ground in front of her. The redhead unzipped it quickly, becoming familiarized with the contents.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Aug 14, 2015 23:12:58 GMT -5
Though Poison Ivy would be the first person to say that not even a botanist could truly appreciate her garden for what it is by just looking at it, still even for someone who knows hardly anything about plants, there's still plenty to see. Especially since she's extremely fond of orchids in particular - not only does she have a vast collection of rare ones from around the world, she's made a lot of them herself. And rather than being gathered together, the delicate little flowers seem to be randomly spread around so that one would have to scour the entire room to see them all. In reality, each is placed in the precise location that best suits its needs. But of course the orchids aren't the only plants - they're just the most beautiful. Most of the garden is simply a lot of greenery - leaves, stems, shoots, and branches. Vines of several types climb the walls so high that they're even growing from the ceiling, and those plants unable to climb instead reach high, competing for space in the crowd so that their leaves - some of them just as strange as the flowers - can get their share of light. And all of them look extremely healthy, the only brown to be seen anywhere being that of leaves that were discarded simply due to age. Though the entire room is on the warm and humid side, that's especially true among the plants, and the air is full of the aroma of many flowers and the freshness of all the oxygen the plants are releasing. Among all this, the talk of a prison seems so abstract. Then again, maybe not - there's a sense of confinement here, as if the plants themselves wished to have more room to grow. " But you're not me, darling," Poison Ivy points out the obvious flaw in her logic, " And perhaps he will forget - or maybe he'll take pity upon you and release you from his service." Though there isn't a trace of sarcasm in her tone, she'd regard both of those as equally likely - meaning, not even remotely likely. Talking to the rogue is only therapeutic if she's not of a mind to do something horribly nasty to your head and if what you need is a bunch of cold, hard reality. But reality really can be helpful, especially if it's told to you by someone who knows more of it than you do. Which certainly describes Poison Ivy's knowledge of her fellow rogues - the reporter may report on them but not only has Poison Ivy interacted with most of them directly, she's also quite the gossip-gatherer and very good at reading people when she's trying. " Crane is unlikely," she replies, not even having to think about that, " He's currently on Oswald's black list, and while he's stupid enough to say something that might actually help someone who has it out for him, the odds that the two would talk long enough for it to come up instead of a fight breaking out are very low. Eddie, on the other hand, is a strong possibility. Since you weren't spying on Oswald for him, he'd sell you out the moment he knew you were doing it and he decided that he liked the money more than you. And the man loves money and being able to show off - almost as much as he loves himself. He's an ass like that." And that's why she feels even less remorse than usual any time she does anything to him. " But I didn't know that you know Miss Glass and VerMillion," she adds with a pleasant smile, " I met them while we were at the asylum - wonderful girls, horrible taste in a man." It's a small world among the rogues and their associates, and with such a track record of meeting so many of them, perhaps Summer could be considered one of those associates? Especially if she's working for Oswald now. As the reporter reacts with such bewilderment at the camera bag, the rogue shrugs, " Why not? You said that you'd like to have it on your show. You may ask me questions as well, if you'd like. I'm sorry that you'll have to handle the equipment yourself, but... well, I supposed that you'd rather do it all yourself than have me kill the cameraman when we're done." And Poison Ivy is thoughtful like that.
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