forum Act Your Age // 3/3 // CLOSED (DC villain next-gen)

Started February 24, 2020 by Deleted user

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sorry almost done

(i actually really like her. i think she and clem would get along pretty well honestly. now we just wait for @daughter_of_Demeter )

(Oh sweet! Glad to hear that!)

Clem sat in a bar with Ember, beer in her hand. She was staring at TV, watching the Gotham News program. It was talking about how Joker had been caught after his latest escapade and had been taken to Arkham. "God I'm glad that fucker is in jail," Clem told Ember. "I just hope he never finds Lucy. If he does and tries to hurt her, I'm killing him."

Ember was leaning on her arm, seeming out of the zone. But she was listening, every word Clem said, she picked up. "You really shouldn't say things like that out loud. That's how bad things happen." Em told her, clicking her tongue. She was exhausted, but wanted to still be here for her friend. "How is she anyways? I rarely get to see her." Mumbling the last bit, she reached out for her glass to finish it off. Even underage, she knew how to get her way into a decent bar.

(I am so sorry for being so late)
Name: Violet Ivy
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Hair: Red at the top and fades to a dark purple, goes down to her hips when wet. Body: an hourglass type but with almost no chest. She is 4'1 so short. Face: Eyes are wide and have a dark color to them. She has a pointy nose and Acute, but a mischievous smile
Style: A shirt with different types of flowers here and there end in a v over a cute combat skirt.
Personality: Violet is sweet, loyal, and clever. Though she is sweet, she loves to stir trouble, she can tear anyone apart.
Likes: To garden (from her mom), she likes to hang out with people.
Dislikes: She hates to be teased because she is sweet when other people destroy her garden and when people leave.
Background: Violet lives with her mom her father left when she was very young. For some reason, she never fully grow up so she acts like a little kid. Violet is always teased because she is a sweet person when she was grown up to be a villain.
Other: none

EXTRA STUFF
Parent/s: She only knows her mom, Poison Ivy.
Powers and/or abilities: She can grow any type of plant, she can get into anybody's head without trying, and get what she wants from anyone except her mom. She can easily learn moves/ spells and remember them
Favorite weapon: daggers
Theme song: Get down from six
Quote/s: none right now.

Ember was leaning on her arm, seeming out of the zone. But she was listening, every word Clem said, she picked up. "You really shouldn't say things like that out loud. That's how bad things happen." Em told her, clicking her tongue. She was exhausted, but wanted to still be here for her friend. "How is she anyways? I rarely get to see her." Mumbling the last bit, she reached out for her glass to finish it off. Even underage, she knew how to get her way into a decent bar.

"Oh, she's fine. Aunt Delia loves looking after her. I think she's about 10 now. I only go to see her every few weeks. If I went more often Dad would find out she was a thing."
She downed the rest of her beer, ordering another one. She often drowned her emotions in alcohol, though she could never get drunk: an odd side affect from both her parents going into a vat of acid.

Violet walked in late. A waiter walked in over to her, "You can't be in here." Violet walked pass him, "Yes I can," She sat next to Ember and smiled, "sorry"

(Oof lol, that works)(I bumped up my girl's age, just so we weren't all the same)

Em nodded, watching the other woman down her drink. "I honestly don't know how you can do that, and not get tipsy." She sighed, noting the presence of Violet. "I'm on my first one, and feel terrible already. Hey Vi." Ember said softly, giving her a soft What's-up kind of nod.
Resting her forehead on the counter, she yawned while resting her head in her arms. Not sleeping well for the past few days, had really taken its' tole on her. Feeling completely drained, the alcohol not helping in the slightest.

"I physically can't get drunk. It's just some weird side affect of both mum and dad going into the acid. Both of them have a bit of an immunity to alcohol consumption. I guess both of them together let me not be able to get drunk. Lucy probably has it too, don't know yet."

"Makes sense, she's only… you said about 10? It only makes sense for her not to have yet." Ember shrugged, once more, and looked up to Violet. "How are you Vi?" Ember questioned, not really asking for an answer, just wanting to include her.

"You're lucky that you can't get drunk, Clem," she said then put her head down.

Clem breathed out of her nose and then took a swig of beer. "Breaking news!" The TV said, and Clem's eyes were drawn back to it.
"The Joker has escaped from Arkham! Mere hours after his takedown, the King Clown of Crime has escaped! We move to our correspondence on the scene!"
"Thank you! Joker has escaped! He appears to have a hostage! It's a small girl! Oh no, he's coming over!"
The camera was jostled and moved to focus on Joker. Clem stood up and threw her beer on the ground when she saw who the hostage was, not caring that the bottle shattered.
"Heloo! Dearest daughter Clementine! Look who I found! You really thought you could hide her from me? ME?!" He let out a cackle. "Anyhoo…Come and get her!"
The feed cut. "I'm gonna kill that fucker."

I smile while standing up, "u want me to help"

Ember rubbed her face, and put a hand on her arm. "You can't act rationally, that's what he want Clem." She informed her, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You know that's what he wants, so you have to use your head. Otherwise you'll be running in like an idiot." Em pointed out, clicking her tongue.

"Man!" Violet said disappointed and sat back down

"I can't just sit back and do nothing," Clem replied as she sat back down, partially defeated. Then she had an idea, and pulled out her phone.
Hey. I need your help. Dad's got Lucy. I can't get her back alone.
Mmm I'll talk to the others.

Ember watched her, her eyes looking hollow. "Clem…" She said, her voice in a wary tone. Her face was firm, and knowing. Whatever she was doing, Ember didn't like it. "Come on, don't drag anyone else into this."

"They can help us, Ember! I can't just do nothing!" Clem took a deep breath. "Look, Lucy is my little sister. You know for a fact that my dad is a psycho maniac, even more so than yours. He wouldn't hesitate to kill Lucy. I can't let that happen. Mum's reforming so that she can be a proper mother. If Lucy's gone, she had no one to look after. I'm not a kid anymore."

Ember looked straight into her eyes, pressing her finger onto the table. "I am not an idiot Clementine. I'm not naive either. I know what's going to happen if we don't do anything. I'm not saying that. I'm saying we need little people." She whispered, her face dead-pan.

"There are no little people, Ember. None that will help, at least. I know that you don't like working with these guys, but I trust them. And my dad did some really bad shit to them, so I try to make up for it."

Rubbing her face, rather upset, she sighed. "Fine! Do what you want, and get them all killed. I don't want to hear a word about it afterwards though." She groaned, digging her finger nails into her palm. "I'm still helping you though… I care about Lucy too."

" um, will guys please stop arguing?" Violet said starting to get scared.

Clem's phone dinged, and she looked at it.
Everyone agreed. Bruce says you need to come now though.
Thank you. I'll be there as soon as I can. Btw I have Ember and Violet with me.
They can come as long as you look after them.
What do you take them for?
Don't worry about it.