Reblogged from gothamstimerp-deactivated201304
Ivy's Garden of Deadly Delights
Do not come here if you are not prepared to pay the price for what you have done to the earth.
Due to the disappointment that I’ve felt due to some of the players here, even though, I know I, myself, haven’t put in all the effort I should have, I am thinking about closing this group. I’ve been thinking of doing so for a while.
If you’d like to take over, sure, feel free, I’m sure you’ll do a better job than me. If not, I hate to be a bit of a twat, but you can continue to roleplay together, the main just won’t be updated.
Don’t close the group. We had a few rough days, but things have picked back up. I think you’re doing a great job keeping things going. We need our fearless leader! Please, think of staying.
Pam sighed deeply, absently running a hand through her hair. While she’d more than half expected Harley to go back to her beloved Mr. J the first chance she got, it still hurt a little. She’d been the one that had sat up long nights with Harley as the girl had shaken off the drugs and healed from…
Thomas had been working hard on the new hospital project and he had to admit it was tiring. While the construction was actually ahead of schedule and he had just finished negotiating a deal on upgraded equipment he still had a problem with the personnel. Reaching out to Gotham’s most talented experts in a range of medical fields had proven to be a challenge. Strange turned him down, Crane went missing, and Quinzel.. was a work in progress. There were a few he hadn’t had the opportunity to speak with yet, but it seemed he needed to step up his game.
Pamella Isley made a name for herself early in her career as an expert in the fields of botany, biochemistry, and toxicology. While Thomas had heard from mutual colleagues that she was obsessive when it came to plants, he saw past that. Her work went beyond the study of plant life to practical applications for both the scientific and medical communities. Although she had gone through some dark times in the past, this started to seem normal for the denizens of Gotham City.
Admittedly he wasn’t sure if she would even be interested in working for him. Isley was obviously a capable woman able to stand on her own. Still, every scientist needed funding and whatever she was working on Thomas wanted to be a part of it.
He dialed the number in his file and waited patiently.
Ivy picked up the phone, giving several of her more exotic plants a misting of water and adjusting the lighting to help them grow more. She was getting bored. More bored than when she’d been locked up. At least there had been the sad little garden she’d brought back to life. That had kept her occupied. Now though, there was so much to do, but a severe lack of resources to do it with. Her lab was gone, even though many of her plants had survived, she didn’t have the equipment to do much with them. All her notes and research remained intact, but other than dabble a little, what could she really do. She wanted, no NEEDED, a project. Something to do, something to focus her. “Why Dr. Elliot, I was wondering when I might hear from you. I DO hope you have something you’d like my help with. I find myself rather at loose ends at the moment. I dislike a lack of focus and a project to be working on.”
The week had progressed from bad to worse.
After being released from Arkham, Harley had felt as though she was trapped in an oversized pinball machine. Sure, she had plenty of momentum, but bouncing all around the place didn’t seem to be helping anything. After scoring some cocaine the previous…
Pam made her way to the door, her high heeled slippers clicking across the bamboo flooring of her penthouse. It was sure as hell good to be home again with all the creature comforts. Being stuck in the standard issue jumpsuit had been almost more than she could take. All those nasty synthetic fibers. Polyester. Just the though made her skin crawl again. She’d take linen, silk, and even good ol’ cotton any day! “Coming Harley, coming….” She called, tightening the belt of her silk robe.
Opening the door, she looked over the poor girl with a sigh, shaking her head. “Ohhh… Harley…. Why the world did you not call me sooner?! You could have been staying here since you got out. I’ve got the space. Come in, come in.”
Waving Harley in, she gently put an arm around her. “You know where the guest room is. Put your things up, get a hot shower. When you get out, I’ll have a nice cup of hot tea waiting for you. Don’t have to worry about a thing now. As far as I’m concerned, you’re home now.”
Pam sighed deeply, absently running a hand through her hair. While she’d more than half expected Harley to go back to her beloved Mr. J the first chance she got, it still hurt a little. She’d been the one that had sat up long nights with Harley as the girl had shaken off the drugs and healed from the emotional and physical wounds he’d left her with. She detested the man with a passion. If she knew it wouldn’t hurt Harley very deeply, well, she would have seen to it a little something extra got slipped into his hair dye and make up.
All of this was the very reason she’d gotten involved with botanical research in the first place. Plants were reasonable, dependable, reliable. They never betrayed you or left you alone and feeling empty. Adjusting the volume of the classical music that drifted through her penthouse, the best music for her plants, she checked each one carefully. A bit of water here, a move to more sunlight there, a bit of extra feeding for most of them. There was quite a bit of work to be done to help them along, keep them happy and healthy after her long absence.
Going out to the balcony, she curled up with a glass of wine, looking out over the lights of the city. “Good luck to you, Harley. Wherever you are and whatever you’ve gotten yourself into….” She’d gotten soft. It was time to rebuild the wall of thorns that she kept around her heart for her own protection.
ha-ha-its-harley asked: At breaking point. I'm coming home, Red. Here's hoping the door will still be open for me.
My door is always open to you, Harleen. Always.
ha-ha-its-harley asked: Vodka? Lots and lots of vodka? Now, please.
Well aren’t you a lucky girl. I happen to have a couple bottles of your favorite of my fruit and floral infused vodka left. Come on now, let’s go home.
ha-ha-its-harley asked: Red I'm scared. It feels like I'm going insane. I just...I can't do this. I can't do any of it. Please come find me. I just want to go home.
Riding to the rescue as quick as I possibly can my dear little Harley. You just sit tight and hold on. You know I won’t let anything happen to you. Don’t pay any attention to Mr. Wayne. He took what you said MUCH too personally. I admire the fact that you’re thinking about rebuilding your life and career. Just hold tight. I’m on my way! Don’t do anything that can’t be undone.
dr-elliot-deactivated20130401 asked: Dr Isley, I'm in the market for a good toxicologist and you come highly recommended. May I have my secretary schedule an appointment? I warn you, I can be very persistent.
Dr. Elliot,
I would be more than pleased to put my skills to work again. May I ask what sort of toxicology are you interested in so that I can come to our meeting well prepared? My schedule happens to be quite free. Have your people talk to my people. Well, damn, I don’t have people anymore. Just have her contact me. The sooner the better.
ha-ha-its-harley asked: Cracking. It's fixed!
YAY!!
It wasn’t meant that way at all. You know my temper gets the best of me at times. What you need is a drink, some chocolate, and a shoulder to lean on. You can’t trust men. We girls have to stick together and help each other out. If we don’t, who will?
I know it wasn’t…just hard…
You’ll be all right, dear. Just take a deep breath. I’ll have some nice, calming, herbal tea waiting for you. Then when you’re feeling better, the three of us girls will all relax with a glass of my best wine. Don’t forget who always has your back.
(Source: i-believe-in-gotham-city)
