Who Needs the Joker when you've got Red. [mintiexchuckeles]

[detox__]

• • Waking up in a dark cell was nothing unfamiliar for her, however one did eventually grow bored of it and demand that she get moved up to something all the better as far as her living quarters in the Asylum went. Which Asylum you asked? Well, Arkham Asylum of course, silly. Where all the bad little boys and girls went when they did something terribly dangerous in the city of Gotham and got caught by that wretched bat. Rolling her eyes up to her flower coated ceiling, she knew that with her being granted windows, came the precation of them being several inches thick and padded with an extra set of bars outside the windows, JUST incase she got a little frisky.
    
    And well. . Pamela Isley, commonly known as Poison Ivy, was known for being frisky. Hair set in a wild lion's mane on her head, despite such a fact of letting her hair act in such a way, the woman still managed to be eerily sexy. Pale skin covering her body with a faint hue of green, her emergald green eyes flared at the sound of the door opposite her clicking, probably some big lurch coming in to greet her this morning, her body stood covered in nothing but a sleeveless green dress. The dress making sure to emphasize that her chest was nothing near a B cup, at least a high C, Ivy's shapely figure shifted toward one of her plants, picking up the flower and smiling softly when the door finally opened, turning to look at the large man dressed in white. He wasn't a doctor, but a nurse coming to escort her out of her room into the main lobby, following after him quietly and with bare feet.[/list:u][/list:u]

 

[KelpieCepter]

Sighs softly as she hears her alarm going off slapping her hand down on it. Sitting up slowly as she moves to shower and clean herself up as she begins to start her new life away from the Joker. Her long blond hair is combed through and tied back into a pony tail. A light layer of makeup to make herself presentable before she heads to Arkham to begin her life over. A straight button down shirt and a knee length black skirt with dark colored hose and black pumps complete her normal attire.

Heads inside the building as she quickly clocks in setting her lunch in her locker picking up her one case folder she is allowed for now. She flips it open looking over Pamela's lengthy file as she chews on her bottom lip slowly. Lays the file on her desk as she pulls her seat out tapping her foot nervously as she awaits her patient and her first interview with her.

 

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• • Her feet making not a sound with each step that she took across the cold floors, Pamela's eyes ventured around as they normally did, not searching for anything new when they stopped in front of the doors of an office. Evidently, the nurse needed to have a word with the doctor, and with this being done, she watched the nurse open the door and lead her inside of the office to greet her new doctor. "Doctor Harleen, this is Pamela Isley." He spoke, guiding her toward the chair in front of the woman's desk before moving outside the door. He knew just like all the others did that if anything dangerous occurred, there was a button under her desk, ready to be pressed if the meeting got out of hand. This woman, this blond woman in front of Pamela? Looked insanely familiar. [/list:u][/list:u]

 

[KelpieCepter]

Looks up from her notes on Ivy as she hears the door open and the nurse tell her that her first patient is ready. She stands slowly straightening her shirt swallowing slowly. She sits down motioning the nurse to bring the woman inside and set her down. Her head hangs down slightly still glancing over the notes wondering if Pamela will remember her or not. Clears her throat still some what nervous. "Good morning Ms. Isley. How are you today?"

 

[detox__]

• "Horrible Harley, horrible." She spoke honestly, her eyes looking over the woman's face; Of course Pamela remembered who the woman in front of her was, crossing her legs before leaning forward carefully, "Did you miss me blondie?" Evidently, something had gone wrong within Harley and the Joker's relationship for her to be back here at Arkham, or perhaps they were working from the inside? Whatever the matters may be, Pamela wasn't quite curious on that right now, "Because I don't recall you visiting my grave. Or visiting me here for that matter. Was your 'puddin' keeping you busy?" Calling the Joker by that wretched name she had heard ring out in her ears so many times due to Harley saying it, Pamela's eyes narrowed slightly. [/list:u]

 

[KelpieCepter]

Her nose wrinkles slightly as she realizes Pamela does recognize her and leans in towards her. She swallows heavily as she begins to drum her fingers on the desk nervously. "I..Im reformed now Pamela..Joker and I are through." She pushes her hair back as she leans away from her patient needing some time to clear her head even as Pamela seems to taunt her with her nickname for the Joker. "I wanted to be a normal person again and help those like me. Its why they let me get a job here. Your my only patient till I prove I can be useful again." She picks up her pen chewing on the end of it.