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.]

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[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.]

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He shuts the door behind her and ambles into the kitchen, expecting her to follow. ] I'd appreciate it if you didn't die anywhere near me. What happened to you, anyway?

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She does, even if it's hard for her to walk.]

Milk. The razorblades one.

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He kicks out a chair for her to sit in. This is his version of hospitality. ]

Looks like you got it worse than I did.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[She flops in it- bad idea, it makes her wince all over.]

I'm not... known for my luck.

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

No shit? Couldn't tell.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

[Not in the mood for sarcasm, so she just. Glares.]

...How are you holding up this week? People in this house, I mean.

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

[ He grins. ]

I got into a fight with the razors and lost. I don't know 'bout the rest of 'em. I don't keep track of 'em.

[poisonivyforyou.livejournal.com]

Just like me, then. Hurts to talk even.

[mathisradical.livejournal.com]

Didn't even bother talkin' the first few days.