Who: Ivy and Harley Where: Ivy's Cell - Arkham Asylum When: 8/12 What: Ivy and Harley have a chat about the criminal life. Rating: PG-13
Ivy lay on her cot, frowning at the lights overhead. Sun lamps were a serviceable substitution for the real thing, but she found herself missing sunlight, the open air, her freedom. She needed a plan, one the doctors and security hadn't made a contingency for already. She sat up, shaking out her red curls as she stood and started to pace around the corners of the room. She didn't leave the room except for meetings with the psychiatric staff, and sometimes those were ever taken to her. If she struggled, they suffocated her. Perhaps there was a way she could find the right crooked lawyer to twist that into a sad story of cruelty, get her some legal loophole out of this sentence.
She rested her forehead against the plexiglass front of her cell, her eyes tracing darkly along the cracks of the corridor. Who else was nearby? Who could be sweet talked into giving her just that little bit of leverage she needed to take root?