Pamela is made of (hemlockandhoney) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-09-18 16:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *log, pamela isley, stephanie brown |
quicklog: ivy & steph
Who: Poison Ivy & Stephanie Nashton
What: Unfriendly chat, probs.
Where: Streets of Gotham.
When: Nowish?
Warnings: TBD.
The night opened up for her like a bewitched gravesite, animation and acclimation. The dead were rising from between cracks in the asphalt, spindle pricks of magic opened the eyes of night-blooming jasmine. Green stretched, and flower buds yawned with stamin tongues exposed, petals ruffled like hair after a long night spent in the wrong bed. Pamela Isley walked down a Gotham sidewalk, and Earth held the hand of its mother through every street. The greenery was small, nothing monumental or destructive. A few blades of grass rising out of a gutter, a vine creeping up the brickwall of a dive as she walked past. The open door played Son of a Preacher Man from some jukebox, and the bouncer did a double-take when the woman in form-fitting black and green stalked by. Moments later and the street was alive with another kind of life, whispers and speculation in the street: Was that Poison Ivy? Was she back again? |