New Beginnings
Who: Poison Ivy (
whyso_green ) & Harley Quinn (
carryabigmallet )
What: Ivy doesn't like the thought of girls living on the street, so she offered Harley a place to stay.
Where: Ivy's commandeered flat.
When: Early evening
Usually, Poison Ivy knew very well what she was doing. On a completely average day, she could calculate ahead of time with the best of them and know exactly what moves to make, what words to say, where in her sentences to pause to get just the right effect. Manipulation was a gift, and she practiced it as often as she could.
Still, there were times when even the great Poison Ivy found herself walking blind into the unknown. Now, as she removed one of her gloves and tied it around the door knob, she knew this was one of those times. She had never met this girl before, and for all she knew she could be a complete lunatic. She could be the type of criminal she dealt with daily back home, and as well as she could handle them, she never let them know where she lived. Closing the door behind her, Ivy made to try to find any sort of bedding other than what she had gotten for herself, but didn't make it three steps. She stumbled, balancing herself against the door. Her knees buckled underneath her as her head spun, her stomach twisted. She was nauseous, her hand shooting to her mouth, spots in her blurred vision making it more and more difficult to try to regain any sense of mental control over her body. Her breath came hard, sweat starting to form and drip down her cheeks. The room was closing in around her, getting smaller, tighter, darker, with enough pressure to crush her eardrums into nothing.
It took only a moment to fall so terribly ill, and in an instant it was gone. The room was the same as it had been before, nothing had changed. Her stomach had for the most part settled, and the pounding in her head was a distant echo. Breathing slowly in an attempt to catch her breath, Ivy grabbed hold of the doorknob and carefully lifted herself up. Her eyelids squeezed tightly, in an attempt to spare her eyes as they tried to adjust. When her balance and vision had returned to normal, she let out a deep breath and brushed stray hair out of her face.
She had never had attacks like that before, not until she arrived in Nuadoria. She usually got nauseous, maybe a bit dizzy, but an actual collapse? That wasn't what normal, even with her condition. The room never twisted around her, never hurt every bone in her body. It was getting worse, and there was nothing she could do about it--no, nothing she wanted to do about it. She would never become Pamela Isley again, even if that meant dying of the poison running through her system.
Running her fingers through her hair, Ivy tried to fix after what had just happened, in the process wiping sweat from her face. That sweat had to be gone, especially with that girl coming any minute. As quickly as her feet could carry her without breaking into a run, Ivy hurried to the bathroom to wash her face.