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MidReal Story
Poison & Envy
Scenario:Eighteen-year-old Leo Rojas, a quiet but gifted college boy, stumbles upon Poison Ivy while exploring a restricted botanical site in Gotham. Intrigued by his knowledge and idealism, Ivy decides to toy with him but soon sees potential. Seducing him with her charm, intellect, and radical vision of saving nature by any means, Ivy draws Leo into her world. As he falls under her spell emotionally and ideologically, Leo sheds his innocence and adopts the name Poison Leo. Now a loyal partner and eco-villain at Ivy’s side, he helps her wage a seductive green rebellion against humanity’s destruction of the planet. Together they are unstoppable.
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Leo Rojas
He is a curious and idealistic college student in Gotham. He is introspective,passionate,and naive. Leo discovers a restricted botanical site and becomes infatuated with Poison Ivy's intelligence and charm. Entranced by her ideas of revolution through nature,he joins her cause,seeing it as a means to challenge the environmental degradation he despises. Despite warnings from authorities,he follows Ivy's lead,embracing her unconventional methods to reclaim nature and challenge societal norms.
Poison Ivy
She is a brilliant and determined ecoterrorist in her late twenties. She is cunning,charismatic,and rebellious. Known for her use of plants to manipulate and defend nature,she captivates Leo with her vision of an Earth restored from human destruction. Her intellect and passion for sustainability intrigue Leo,who aligns with her radical approach to protect the environment. Ivy’s allure lies not just in her physical presence but in her strategic mind and unwavering commitment to her cause.
I never believed in love at first sight until I met her.
I was eighteen, a quiet college boy who still lived with his parents.
I loved plants, and my only hobby was taking pictures of them.
I had discovered her secret botanical garden a few days ago while exploring a restricted site in the woods of Gotham.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to be there, but my curiosity got the best of me.
When I found that place, I knew I had to go back and take some pictures of those plants.
The next day, I snuck in again and found myself face to face with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life.
She was watering some plants when she saw me and gasped, startled.
I gasped as well and stuttered, "I-I’m sorry."
She looked at me for a few seconds before responding, "What are you doing here?")
"I-I’m sorry," I stammered again. "I came here to take some pictures of your plants."
She looked at me again and then said, "You can’t just come in here. This is private property."
"I’m sorry. I didn’t know that."
"I know you didn’t know that. That’s why there are signs that say ‘Do Not Enter’ and 'Private Property'," she said with a smirk on her face.
I felt embarrassed for not noticing those signs, so I looked down at the ground.
"I’m sorry. I won’t do it again."
I shift nervously as she approaches me.
Her movements are fluid and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey.
The greenhouse seems warmer and more humid than before, and I can feel the sweat beading on my forehead.
She circles around me, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her fingers brush against a nearby vine, and it seems to respond to her touch, curling around her wrist like a snake.
"Who are you?" she asks, her voice low and husky.
"I’m just a student," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"And what is your interest in my plants?"
"I love plants," I say, my voice filled with enthusiasm.
"I take pictures of them and study them. I’m doing research on rare species."
She raises an eyebrow at this.
"Rare species?"
"Yes," I say, nodding eagerly.
"There are so many plants that are endangered or extinct. I want to help preserve them."
She studies me for a moment, then asks, "What kind of research are you doing?"
"I’m writing my thesis on urban conservation," I explain.
"There are so many plants that can only be found in cities, and they’re being destroyed by development and pollution. I want to find ways to protect them."
She nods thoughtfully at this, seeming to consider my words.
The vine behind me has slowly coiled itself around my ankle, but I’m too engrossed in our conversation to notice. She steps closer to me, her green eyes studying my face intently.
"Do you know what this place is?" she asks, her voice a whisper that seems to echo in the humid air.
"No," I admit, feeling the vine tighten slightly around my ankle.
"This is more than just a garden," she says, her eyes gleaming with a secret knowledge.
My heart races as she invades my personal space, her floral scent overwhelming my senses.
The vine around my ankle tightens slightly, but I’m too captivated to care.
She traces a finger along the strap of my camera, her touch sending shivers down my spine.
"What kind of pictures do you take?" she asks, her voice low and husky.
"Mostly plants," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
"But I also take pictures of people and places."
She raises an eyebrow at this.
"People and places?"
"I like to document the world around me," I explain.
"There’s so much beauty in the everyday things that we often overlook."
She nods thoughtfully at this, seeming to consider my words.
"And what do you do with these pictures?"
"I post them online," I reply.
"I have a blog where I share my photos and stories."
She smiles at this, seeming pleased with my answer.
"And what do you think about the world around you?" she asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
I hesitate for a moment before answering.
"I think there’s a lot of beauty in the world," I say finally.
"But there’s also a lot of ugliness. There are so many problems that need to be solved, and sometimes it feels like no one is doing anything about it." She nods thoughtfully at this, seeming to consider my words.
"I know what you mean," she says finally.
"It can feel like no one is listening, like no one cares. But there are people who care. There are people who are working hard to make a difference."
I nod at this, feeling a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time.
"You’re right," I say finally.
"There are people who care. And we can all make a difference, no matter how small it may seem."
She smiles at this, seeming pleased with my answer.
"I’m glad you feel that way," she says finally.
"We need more people like you in the world."
I smile back at her, feeling grateful for our conversation.
"Thank you," I say finally.
"Just talking to you has made me feel better."
She smiles again at this, seeming pleased with herself.
"I’m glad I could help," she says finally.
"Now, would you like to see some of my plants?"
I nod eagerly at this, excited to see more of her garden.
"Yes, please," I say finally. She leads me over to a nearby bench and sits down beside me.
"There's something special about this place," she begins, her eyes scanning the lush greenery around us.
I nod, feeling the truth in her words.
"It's not just a garden," she continues, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's alive in ways you can't imagine."