Post by Oracle on May 16, 2015 17:17:42 GMT -5
The green skinned vixen rolled her eyes once more and curled her toes around the steel bar of her bed, calf muscles growing tense as his droning agitated her further. Her red brows furrowed and lowered towards her emerald eyes that warned him to make it quick. "You best find the short hand version of what you're here for, jester, because waning on my thin patience won't do well for you." The warning was full of promise, she found monologues from men to be even more annoying than she did having to wear clothes. Not only had this disgusting excuse for a man barged into her already tight cell, but he'd continued to waste her time and taunt her for seemingly no reason at all. But surely he had a reason for coming in, he seemed to in some way, carry himself with something that spoke of some sort of purpose and plan under his foolish layers of self entertainment. He smelled of paint and the residual scent of worn toxins, perhaps a use of chemicals somewhere in his time here. His green hair and crazed face had her quite distrusting of him already on top of his being of the male variety, and having her babies stripped from her nad put into a cold cell had Ivy cross. But she didn't need her plants to command to have some sort of power, no, she was the power. It seemed these foolish captors of hers didn't understand her true potential, and neither had Batman.
Ivy lifted her wrist near her lips and from the crease of it, out slide the tip of a thorn, several centimeters in diameter as it grew and extended out like a dagger from a non-existant sleeve. Once it had extended out a good foot, her colored lips curled up in a smile and her eyes looked dreamy and yet dangerous as she pointed it at Joker but kept it out of reach. "Don't think that because I'm a woman I'm incapable of making a prison shank, boy. Now get to the point or I'm going to show you how fast my thorns shoot at their target, understand?" She rested the other hand on her hip and waited, willing to give him ten seconds to catch her attention and keep it before she decided to bet on which color his blood would be splattered on her cell wall.
Ivy lifted her wrist near her lips and from the crease of it, out slide the tip of a thorn, several centimeters in diameter as it grew and extended out like a dagger from a non-existant sleeve. Once it had extended out a good foot, her colored lips curled up in a smile and her eyes looked dreamy and yet dangerous as she pointed it at Joker but kept it out of reach. "Don't think that because I'm a woman I'm incapable of making a prison shank, boy. Now get to the point or I'm going to show you how fast my thorns shoot at their target, understand?" She rested the other hand on her hip and waited, willing to give him ten seconds to catch her attention and keep it before she decided to bet on which color his blood would be splattered on her cell wall.