So, I tried to be like you~

[strongatheart]

WHO: Denzel Strife [strongatheart], T-Bag [incestbaby], Kagari [imurvixen], Spider-Man [5pider_man], Poison Ivy [kiss_you_deadly] & OPEN.
WHAT: Funds are low, which means there's no place to go.
WHERE: The Park, but more specifically.. the playground. [Bring on the cliche~]
WHEN: Day 158, evening.

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[kiss_you_deadly]

Ivy hadn't been too sure what had given her the compulsion to leave the comfort of the jungle and meander aimlessly through the streets of Rivelata. Curiosity, perhaps. Maybe even boredom. Whatever the case, she'd found herslf enjoying the late-night walk much more than she might have when within Gotham's city walls.

Rivelata was so much more dignified. Simplistic, with an air of times long past. It lacked much of the technology and "creativity" that made Gotham so ugly and, unlike the big cities of the world, Rivelata flowed with the landscape rather than marred it. While she certainly wasn't overtly fond of Rivelata, it was better than Gotham. Anything was better than Gotham.

The park here, she found, was especially beautiful. So much of the natural life had been preserved here, and was healthy. Vivid. Stirring with life. A touch here, a gentle, motherly caress there, perhaps a few whispered sweet-nothings; she would gift more life. Precious. Embracing

[incestbaby]

Another intrusion, a feminine voice. T-bag suppressed a scowl, turning in the direction of the woman. An exceptionally gorgeous, curvaceous woman with tinted skin. He smiled, tipping his hat like a Southern gentleman.

"My apologies, ma'am. I meant no ill intentions toward the lad," he purred convincingly. He was a beautiful liar. "Company is hard to come by these days."

[strongatheart]

He needed to pay closer attention, apparently, because someone else stepped out of the darkness. A woman. A green woman. Denzel took a few more steps back on the playset, backing away from the both of them. He should have stayed in whatever building he could worm himself into.

His gaze flicked between the two, watching their interactions silently. He had no real way of knowing if it was a lie from the man, if he should be afraid of him or the woman, or both. However, the female did seem to be taking his side of things.

That was something, wasn't it?

"I .. I have to go now." He told them, before turning on his heel and heading away. Denzel reached the end of the playset and hopped off. Go where? He wondered to himself with a sigh and a glance laced with worry over his shoulder.

[kiss_you_deadly]

Unfortunately for the man, Poison Ivy had long gotten over trusting men. They were vile, disgusting creatures, only useful as a means to an end. She'd sooner use him than trust him; wrap him around her pretty finger and snap his back when his usefulness ran out.

"My apologies, darling," Ivy cooed seductively, raising her hand to her chest in an apologetic manner, and her fingertips gently caressed the soft skin above her breasts. She was not going out of her way to be overtly physically sexual; it was a subtle thing. Second nature, almost.

Her fingers strayed into her ivy-laced hair as she turned her head to watch the boy take off and then, smiling, turned back to the man. "You must forgive my assumptions. Where I come from, these situations aren't entirely favorable. I can only hope he'll find his way back home safely."

[incestbaby]

The boy was leaving, and there went company. T-bag bit back a scowl, an angry outburst. Such was fate, giving him nothing that evening, but a warm bed to return home to. Susan's corpse still there, still filling up the warehouse, his thoughts, his body, his soul.

Never thought he'd stoop so low, but he practically lost everything in life. Couldn't go any lower than this but the Pits.

"It's dangerous out there," he replied, watching opportunity walk away. "A pretty lady such as yourself shouldn't be out here either."

Oh, Poison Ivy wasn't the only charmer.

[kiss_you_deadly]

Well, well, well. He wanted to play. How incredibly unsurprising. Men were always the same, after all. Same boring routine. Sure, there were quirks here and there, but she'd pretty much seen and heard them all. Perhaps this one would surprise her.

She flashed a devilish smile, pursing her lips slightly. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that. I could be the big, scary monster your mother always warned you about. The one that lurks in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to pounce on its prey." Much like she could suspect he was, in all of his mysterious ways.

How long until the intrigue wore off?

"Would you believe it?" She chuckled quietly, demurely, as she stepped to the side.

[incestbaby]

T-bag never liked stabs at his mother considering his unusual background. Daddy raped his sis', and little old Teddy popped out nine months later. His childhood riddled with encyclopedias, dictionaries, and the strong hand on his thigh, grabbing him tight. Like father, like son. T-bag wasn't proud, but there was nothing else he could do about it. He tried.

Just a plain, old monster amongst many other sick freaks in Rivelata. This woman could be one of them. Didn't make no difference to Teddy.

Licking his lips, he took a step forward. "I'd give it some thought."

[kiss_you_deadly]

"How imaginative of you." One of her vines stretched out and curled up along her right arm; she tickled it casually, and whispered sweet nothings to the uncurling leaves. So precious.

"What's a guy like you doing in a place like this so late at night?" She paused, smirking, and pointed briefly in the direction the young boy had taken off in. "Enjoying the ... scenery? Or are you the romantic type who enjoys the sight of the playset aglow in the soft moonlight?"