Pamela Isley (earthmylikeness) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-04-24 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot 01: hack the planet, pamela isley | poison ivy, ∴ scenes: completed, ∴ scenes: narratives |
Narrative
Who: Poison Ivy
Where: Ivy's Apartment
When: April 14th
Summary: Pamela reflects on the recent chaos.
There was such noise and cacophony outside. Ivy closed her eyes, listening to the beautiful cacophony of sirens and screams. She had some sense of what had lead to the chaos. In spite of her unorthodox living situation, she did own a television and radio and phone--all the accouterments of human society. They thought they were so well-connected. It was almost laughable how they'd deluded themselves. They had no idea what true living connection was like.
She sat down along her wall of creeping vine, closing her eyes, letting herself slip into the Green. She was a face in the bark of a sidewalk bound tree, watching looters raid a store. Her hair was the petals of a Flowering Dogwood, overlooking a woman crying as she tried to call her boyfriend to see if he was okay.
She wore a bright smile on her face as her mind returned to her body. With any hope, humanity would consume itself, biting off a limb as it was want to do in a crisis. She sprawled on the mossy floor, listening to humanity's pain, drinking it all in when a thought came to her. She glanced at the thin strap that circled her left ankle. Its ever present red light was not there. Did that mean Checkmate had lost the signal to her monitor? Now that was something to smile about.
She had to wonder what she could do with this small window of opportunity.
Perhaps she'd pay Harley a visit.