poisonousivy (poisonousivy) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-15 20:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, poison ivy |
WHO: Ivy, OPEN TO ANYONE
WHERE: MacArthur Park
WHAT: Coming out of hiding
WHEN: Monday morning
NOTE: I'm still on hiatus so please forgive me if I'm slow to reply or email me to bug me!
STATUS: OPEN TO ANYONE
RATED: PG-13 because she's starkers
Ivy stretched out across the statuette posted in the park memorializing someone Ivy didn't know nor cared about except the fact it was a damn good tool for stretching after spending a few days in the rain forest she had made for herself in the public park of downtown Los Angeles. Whatever problems the outside world had were meaningless to her. She was, to use a bad pun, turning over a new leaf. She had tried to return to her human roots (again with the pun) but found it boring. Tiring. Hurting. She had found a child who needed her help but what good was she as a mother? How quick was the child kidnapped? How quick was the girl to run away? Ivy hated to face it, but deep down inside she knew she was more plant than human. She could have seduced the Doctor in the motel and made him her slave but what good would it had brought her? She only wanted to be alone, so alone she became. It was peaceful here... and the pigeons seemed to really get a kick out of it.
"This is perfect..." She said, stretching slight farther in her position. There was no need for clothes, and after wearing that wretched blouse and skirt getup she wore as an attempt to look more doctor-y, it brought on more reasons to not wear clothes. Clothes were for those who were ashamed of them and what nature had given them. "And nature has so much to give.... and so much to take away." She growled, eying a pigeon that was ruining the pristine mango that was growing on a nearby tree. With a quick screech, the pigeon was squeezed to death by a morning glory vine. Shortly after, the vine bloomed a bright crimson flower in lieu of where the bird had stood. Ivy smirked and poised her lips to say a witty remark..... when nothing came. She sat up, brow furrowed. Had she run out of one-liners?