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Poison Ivy
*looks up, pushing some red curls behind her ears* *studies you for a second* Ev'rybody here just calls me Poison Ivy. *smiles* My real name's Crystal, but I'd prefer if you call me Poison, or Poison Ivy, *thinks* or maybe Ivy.
*a slight smirk crosses her face* Isn' dat what Poison Ivy is?
That's quite the story actually. It came from a friend of mine. He said that when I get real mad my eyes look like they shoot out poison *shrugs* I think it sounds neat too.. Some say I'm as dangerous and sweet as poison and as pretty as ivy.. *blushes and smiles*
states somewhat proudly, with a small bit of doubt* 17.. *nods* Well..*whispers to you, actually 15... but if they know I'm that young I won't get the respect I do if I say I'm 17... *sad smile* I do what I can to survive
*gives you a funny look and smiles* You can't see for yerself? fine. *sighs and looks all annoyed although a playful smile tugs at her mouth* *she stands up and turns around* *she has curly red hair that falls just below her shoulders, and is an altogether very attractive looking girl. She has fair skin, and is thin, but not a freckle on her. She stands at about 5'4. The most mysterious thing about her are her eyes though. They are both captivating and beautiful* *says with a twinkle in her eyes* Me eyes change colors too! Dey're a blue-green when I's happy, bright green when I's nervous or excited, dull green when I's extremely jealous, deep blue when I's really sad, a gray when I's angry, and a....blue-purple when I really like someone. *smiles slightly and blushes* I'm told that I'm pretty, but I don't know 'bout dat none. *proudly* I'm fully Irish! Got da tempeh sometimes to prove it too. *laughs slightly and pushes her curly hair behind her ears* *wears normal newsies attire, a green shirt, brown pants and a gray cap on her head.. sometimes*
*laughs* Of coise I got a personality! Who doesn'? Generally I'm quiet and a bit shy, but I can have a temper. I'm very loyal, though. I will stick with a friend till the end.. Some I have and only narrowly escaped myself... *she has come a lot more quiet and doesn't talk as much, or joke around as much since Headliner's left, though. He meant a lot to her and she feels a bit lost and not wanting to talk without him*
*glares as eyes turn a dark gray* If you have to ask, then you'll never know. *looks away sadly* I came 'ere from Ireland *her eyes tell you that there's more, but she's too stubborn to say anything else* *tears threaten to spill from her eyes, and you back off a bit*
*nods a bit absently, though* Yeah.. I do.. I try to stay on good terms with everyone.. *shrugs a bit, sadly* most of da people here are a good crew...*is happy to be off of her past, though)
*looks away, more sad then about the history* I... I did.. But.. Well, he's gone now.. *pushes her curls back behind her ears, you see tears in the corner of her eye and she ofers no other information*
*smiles weakly* Well, sell my papers and stay to myself... Since Headliner left.. I dunno.. Just haven't been myself lately *she felt a real connection to him and since her first "boyfriend", the one before him died, she got real attatched to him.. Now that he's gone she keeps more to herself then before*
Hm...*thinks, then empties her pockets which are full of things* Let's see.. *points to the things as she names them* or. Let's see.. marbles in my left from pocket, some loose change.. Um, a pocket knife..
*she thinks for a moment* *starts to open her mouth, then closes it* Well... you see... Nope, I don't think there is anything. Just, watch where you step *smiles* New York isn't as safe as you may think. Watch out for a guy with red hair, a little bit taller than me by name of Patrick. And... Don't you dare hurt any of my friends! |
