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 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: 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.
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.