9 - When we go up to bed you're just no good, its such a shame

[ivysgarden]

[Action, early morning]


[It had been... kind of a hectic week for Ivy. She killed, she got killed, she lied to her husband and now... now it had been his turn. Their kids are certainly growing up in a really nice environment, are they not?


Today, she had had to drink the milk. And with her luck... well, at least she hadn't have a slow death. And razorblades are just really, really painful. Nothing she hasn't have to deal with before, living in a place like Gotham.


Which might explain why is she determined to walk on the streets, even if she obviously has internal injuries, and most of her body is bleeding.]



[1249 Williams Road]
 
[When she reaches Harley's house, she barely has the strength to knock. But she had to look after her-  God knows what she had gotten into with this craze going around.]

Comments

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

Where are you going?!

Walking around like that isn't a good idea. You supervillains sure are dumb!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Get out or I will show you how dumb I can't be. I haven't got the time for this.

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

You're only going to get more hurt if you keep this up!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

And you care about that why? Let me go. At worse, I will wake up tomorrow.

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

Even if you're a supervillain, you're still a person.

1249 Williams Road

[sandboxscience.livejournal.com]

[Hanabusa hears the faint knocking and goes to answer the door. He misses having servants to do this crap for him.]

Hello....

[She does not look well...]

Are you okay?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, confused. Harley hadn't really talked about having a kid in her house... then again, she didn't talk much about her not!family.]

Harley. Harley Quinn, is she here?

[sandboxscience.livejournal.com]

.... Maybe.

[Was this lady a friend of not!mom's? He gives her an appraising look.]

You look like you're sick or something. Did you drink the poison milk?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She's too tired to snap with a 'how's that your business?' that'd make things longer than necessary, so she sighs instead]

Razor Blades. Is Harley here? Is she alright?

[sandboxscience.livejournal.com]

[He opens the door further to let her inside.]

I'm not sure if she is. But you're welcome to come in and check. Even if she isn't here, this is probably the best place to wait for her.

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[electrowhipit]

[ And the 25-foot-tall robot that passes for Harley's not!husband is sitting in the driveway, sulking. He can't drink milk, and that sucks because he doesn't like watching his not!family suffer.

But sulking or no, it's hard to ignore the way Ivy is obviously struggling ]

... Are you okay?

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[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Do I look okay?

[She usually not one for politeness, let alone when she's in pain]

Where's Harley?

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[electrowhipit]

You don't. That's why I asked.

[ His optics twitch into a frown, since he lacks a mouth to properly do so ]

I don't know. I haven't seen her all day.

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[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...So she isn't- great.

[She raises a hand to her forehead, massaging it.]

You're her husband in here, I assume?

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ Here, have Harley's not!son instead. He opens the door and just... stares. Then he raises an eyebrow in his form of the question 'What the fuck is wrong with you?' ]

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Harley.

[That's... not answer, but it's apparently all Niou's getting for now.]

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He's half surprised that she can even talk. He casts a glance over his shoulder, just a quick check to see if anyone's lurking about. He doesn't really keep track of his housemates very often. He looks back at her and holds the door open. When he speaks, his voice is raw and rough, and it still hurts, but it's bearable. ]

Got no clue where she is. But would you like to come in instead of dyin' on my doorstep?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She's stubborn. Extremely so. And when you used to poison yourself to get immunity you kind of learn to deal with pain.]

Would you rather me die on your carpet? [She steps inside anyway.]

OTL I AM SORRY FOR THE LATE 8( [ action, early morning! ]

[notmyalice.livejournal.com]

[ DDDD8 well, he'd thankfully got nothing worse than poison that wouldn't kill him, so he's still ridiculously concerned for everyone else. ]

Oh, goodness, miss Pamela, do you need help?! [ RAZOR BLADES SUCK HE KNOWS THIS 8( ]

no worries! o/

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

...Jervis? `

[She blinks, surprised, because she hadn't seen him around yet.] I'm pretty sure there's nothing you can do to help.

[notmyalice.livejournal.com]

I just got here, really, and then this happens...oh, dear. [ sobbb he thought this was going to be somewhat nice, gosh!! ]

Nevertheless...!

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[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Opens the door.]

Red? ....

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Have an Ivy clinging to you- this tends to happen around here, doesn't it?]

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Well that was going to be Harley's next move. So is clung to.]

Red! What happened!? You're bleedin!

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Milk. Razorblades. [She winces slightly with every movement, it's like she can feel needles against her every organ every time she moves.]

Are you okay?