Dr Pamela Lillian Isley (dr_isley) wrote in almost_paradise, @ 2014-05-20 07:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | harley quinn - batman, poison ivy - batman |
Recuperating [tag: Harley]
For the moment, she was calm. For the moment, she was comfortable calling herself Pamela again. She was relaxed and glad to be anywhere other than Gotham. She hadn't felt this relaxed since she'd been to the Caribbean. Which was until those horrid Americans ruined it by destroying her island paradise with weapons testing. Obviously that would not happen here, as she was stuck in some resort to finish her recuperation. She had not left her room much. Everything outside was just crawling with people. People that littered and picked the local flora and laughed about it, and killed the pollinators for daring to do what they did...
Humans were such a scourge on this planet.
Drinking some water, she knew that even though her windows faced east, she really did need to go out. Pamela needed extended direct sun exposure and not just a few hours in the morning. Especially if she was going to get much stronger. The resort staff had brought a few potted plants in for her, and she'd not been succeeding much in helping them grow. At her full strength, they should have taken over the room by now. She needed sun.
According to the literature in her little welcome basket, there were all sorts of things for her to explore and, once she was at full strength, a wild area to disappear into. At least that was her plan so far. Pamela hadn't see anything else first hand to make any other actual plans. There had also been a little phone, a book about the local flora and a little lab coat. Which was really strange.
Unfortunately, the sun was blocked by the clouds by the time she made it outside. The energy was still there, so she was still feeling a bit better. But it was not quite the same.
Pamela was on her way, walking away from the resort and toward the town to see what -if anything, of interest was there, when the clouds finally did part. So much of her was plant-based that there was no controlling the urge -given the need for it in order to speed along her healing, to turn fully toward the sun, close her eyes and just... bask. No one knew who she was here so there was no fear for her safety.
It was a blessing that there was something behind her as she backed up that was able to support her sitting upon it. Pamela had no idea if it was a bench, a fence, a rock, a log... she didn't know and didn't care. The sun was out. She was out, she was alive and she was not in Gotham. There were things missing, certainly, but she needed this quiet moment.