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Post by Stormy Evening on Apr 25, 2012 23:34:52 GMT -5
SHAKE ( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy had been out, this whole vigilante thing was new, but when life gives you lemons you make lemonade. In Stormy's case when life gives you significantly altered genetics you make... vigilantismnade, or something like that.
Stormy was on top of building somewhere downtown. The vibrations coming from the building suggested that it was likely a party inside, popular nightclub, or something big was happening. The feathers on her mask whisped about in the wind and her hair was floating in a way that seemed to go against the known laws of physics. Her eyes glowed green. The rapier on her hip would sway.
She watched over and listened intently for any signs of a disturbance. The building she was atop was hindering a few of her senses slightly so she dashed across the roof and leapt across the width of the road below, landing on a slightly shorter building's roof. She would sprint again and catch the fire escape of the next building. Quickly she would make it up to the next roof, feeling better about being a little further away from the noisy building.
Belladonne' sounds nice, but maybe Deadly Nightshade will translate better. Whatever, all in a night's work I guess, ha.
Stormy found this sort of life gave her a lot of time to think, no matter how nerdy her thoughts would be.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on Apr 26, 2012 20:59:34 GMT -5
To say that life in Gotham, for ANYONE, had been beyond the usual chaotic since the big bad Bats disappearance, would be an understatement. It was almost like a clock that had sprung a gear. Nothing seemed to work just right. The balance in Gotham was off...on all sides of the law. Perhaps this was one of the reasons Selina so happily enjoyed walking the fine line between them. Unfortunately, even struting the fence, was an effected position.
It wasn't that Selina enjoyed a routine...but it was nice to have something to count on. To know that no matter what, you could ALWAYS count on this one happening...this one person...to show up. She'd get over it...but she'd never let anyone see that she wasn't. Besides...it wasn't any of their business...and there really was nothing to get over...
Selina can handle chaos. In some ways her life has been in a perpetual state of it. The thing that irked her was how others dealt with the chaos. She can respect a thief taking advantage of the missing vigilante...or a thug walking a little safer and more confident down the streets. What she couldn't respect would be people taking advantage of the situation on the behalf of those who aren't able to defend themselves. That is what brought her there tonight.
The East End has seen it's deal of low lifes. Some may have even referred to her as such in the past. But this guy...this guy throwing a party on the money he bullied out of a convent activley trying to improve the lives of those living in the East End....he was the king of low lifes.
She acquired an entry into the shindig as she usually did...using her rather effective sex-appeal. Poor Ivy needs tricks and poisons to seduce...Selina would feel sorry for her...if she didn't dislike her as much as she did.
For this rather lavish party she chose her favorite blonde wig, low v-neck red dress and her very expensive designer red strap heels. Being adept at disguise, she had perfected her use of prosthetic makeup and made sure she altered her face well enough to deter any recognition. Around her neck, a cascade of diamonds dripping down like the tears of the child abusing drug dealer as she ripped them off of his beloved escorts neck. Ah...memories.
Infiltrating was not hard...and getting close to the scumbag was even easier. She spent most of the night trying not to vomit as he had wandering hands, terrible breath and the worst jokes imaginable. It was hard, but she made it through. Now...all she had to do was get him outside. He was ripe for the picking...now was the time. Men were oooo too easy.
It was his decision to go to the roof. This made her giggle inside. She liked to do her business on rooftops. As much as she was going to enjoy wiping the floor with him...she had to remember she had to get something else out of it - the money he took from the convent. Must remember not to make him go unconscious before you get the bank numbers, Selina...be a good girl.
The man, Gil Billings, who had before this all been a bottom feeder in many of Gotham's gangs, has begun to make a name for himself...scaring up turf disputes and "safety taxes" all over the East End...and by the end of the night...his short stint would be over.
The doors on the roof burst open with drunken laughter, Gil spilling out, purple dress shirt un-buttoned down to the top of his wife-beater, and black pants...thankfully still buttoned. Selina appeared soon after feigning drunkeness like a pro. As soon as they were both up, she shut the door behind her, locking it. Keeping a playful smile on her lips she sauntered over to Gordon who, let's face it, was eagerly awaiting her approach. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him backwards back to the door until it was her back again against it. She's had to do a lot of disgusting things in her life, and this definitely was up there with the worst. She almost had him right where she needed him....Pulling him in she kissed him as she then turned the tides, slamming him then against the wall. He seemed to enjoy the roughness...and frankly she was no stranger to that joy, but he would not have too much time to enjoy it. No sooner had her lips left his she plummeted her fist into his gut. He yelped like a little dog as she then secured him against the door.
"GAH! What the Hell are you doing?!" he muttered, half scared, half aroused.
Selina leaned in and strengthened her grip, her right hand now firmly wrapped around his jaw.
"A good deed..."
Yeah...the clock wasn't the same....
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Post by Stormy Evening on Apr 26, 2012 21:26:57 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
As Stormy watched she noticed a pair of people on the rooftop she had just worked to get away from. She watched them for a moment and realized they were about to do something she did not want to see. Just as Stormy was about to turn her head she heard the man yell something at the corner of her hearing. She directed her focus back to them. The woman looked like she had just injured the man and now had her hand on his face. Stormy quirked a brow, somebody could end up very easily falling off or getting thrown off that rooftop.
Stormy grunted as she looked at the distance between the building she was on top of now and was considerably taller than the one across the street at a diagonal. She looked back on the roof she was on, there was a lot of running space to get sped up. Stormy then looked at her legs, smacking the thigh of one.
"Hmm."
Stormy stood there for a moment, pondering her thought. After a moment she shrugged.
"Ah, what the hell!"
Stormy dashed away from the ledge to the opposite. Once she got there she paused for a moment. She was going to do this, this was happening, do or die.
Stormy sprinted from a low crouch. Her muscles rippling under her clothes, her green eyes gaining light. Once she got within five feet of the ledge she launched herself back toward the building and slightly upward. As she cut through the sky, she looked at the street below for a moment. It felt like she was gliding so slowly, but it was indeed a quick affair. She smiled like a gleeful little kid and then her voice would cut across the air.
"Woo-hoo-HOOOOOOOO HOLY SHHHH-"
She would not land on the rooftop, she would catch the ledge with her torso. She coughed as her chest hit the side of the brick building. She pulled herself up, gripping the ledge. She would roll off the ledge onto the roof top, stand, coughing once more, and dusting herself off.
"it."
She then drew her rapier and approached the fighting couple. The woman looked like she was ready to beat the living crap out of the man. She wasn't sure what or who was wrong in this situation, but the guy probably did something to deserve a woman kicking the crap out of him.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on Apr 26, 2012 22:51:27 GMT -5
"I've come to collect...and we can do this the easy way...or the hard way. Your choice of course, but I prefer the later." she continued.
She didn't have to apply nearly as much pressure on the man as she may have wanted. Honestly she was surprised he hadn't even attempted to fight back. Or maybe he did and she just couldn't tell. Either way, he continued to annoy her with his pathetic-ness.
Her left hand slid down the side of her thigh and gently lifted her dress, removing the shiny derringer waiting patiently in her garter. It wasn't loaded. Just blanks...but with guys like him...guns no matter the size seemed to produce results.
She brought the gun slowly up to his gut, making sure he could feel it, even though at the moment, she had a tight enough grip on his face to keep him from seeing it.
As she was about to continue, she heard what sounded like a bird slamming into the side of the building...followed by an expression of....well....unhappiness.
You have got to be kidding me....
By the entrance, she didn't have to turn around to know that there was an amateur trying to butt into her affairs. Now, Batman seemed to inspire many people throughout the years to a life on the rooftops, herself included. It seemed like his disappearance had the same effect.
The intrusion already did not go over well with Selina and whoever it was that was walking towards them had better be ready for it.
She had him IN her hands...in the palm of her hands...moments away from making him piss himself and hand over his entire bank roll - at least she thought so - and NOW...now what appeared to be an easy evening has just gone a very different way.
She didn't know what was coming up to them, but she knew she had to figure out quick how she was going to handle it. Abandon Gil and get him later...or get rid of the intruder and continue....or....
Decision made. She raised the gun and brought it down on Gil, knocking him unconscious, his body slumped to the floor.
"I'll deal with you later." She said before turning around with gun pointing.
"Three's a crowd. Get lost."
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Post by Stormy Evening on Apr 26, 2012 23:36:46 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy held her rapier at her side, the woman had a gun pointed at her, but she only stepped forward. Her green eyes were glowing daringly. Her chest forward, her body language would suggest she was not afraid. Fear was never an option for Stormy.
"Look, lady. I see a guy getting pummeled and I show up, just curious. A guy dressed in a nice suit like that in East End, wouldn't be suprised if he was a wiseguy if you know what I mean. He looks like he's got buddies too. You can shoot me, but I can take it, I'm pretty tough."
Stormy, as a show of 'calm the shit down, lady' put her rapier back in it's sheathe. She continued to approach and would turn the man over and pull out his wallet. She smiled at the name on his ID.
"Yeah, scuttlebutt tells me he's an asshole. Y'know... I got a few tricks up my sleeve. You need a diversion, you got a diversion. No one'll see me comin'"
Stormy handed her his wallet and then looked at his gun, unloading it, allowing the bullets to fall to the ground. She stood to her full height, very short height at that, once again and looked to the door and to the woman.
"Seriously, if you're doing whatever you're up to for the right reasons, I am nothing but obliged to offer a hand.
And on that note, she crushed the gun to dust in her hand, opening it once again and blowing the remaining dust and pieces off into the wind. She turned her head to the woman again, giving her a daring smirk.
"Wokka, wokka."
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on Apr 27, 2012 0:02:56 GMT -5
Interesting. Mildly. Yet enough to prompt a raised brow. Selina was in no mood of entertaining an over confident newbie. She made no attempt to stop the girl, but was intent in watching.The girl was obviously in the possession of inhuman abilities...and seemed to be somewhat in control of them. Again...interesting....and again...only mildly.
The wallet was fat...and ready to be plundered...amoung other things. She relieved the wallet of it's girth and stuffed the contents in her cleavage. What better place? Her own gun was lowered...it would be a better option for her to play the justice seeking civilian than have to deal with the whole - OMG CATWOMAN! GIT-ER! - mentality so many of these would be heroes had lately.
She tried to suppress her discontent as best as she could as she addressed the girl. Doesn't mean she succeeded....
"This is none of your concern. I am sure there are other dirtbags about to get theirs that you can save. You people and your powers and masks...thinking you are the only people out there who can do any good. I went through a lot to get to this point and there is NO way...NO way...I am going to stop now. I do not need help..thank you. Please...leave."
Selina did not need an audience and knowing how most of these heroes react to her interrogation techniques...well...it never ended well...for anyone.
The girl had guts...but if she only knew who she was really talking to...
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Post by Stormy Evening on Apr 27, 2012 0:59:04 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy dropped her arms from being planted to relaxing at her sides. She looked out over the city. The city ticked away below them. She observed it all for a moment and then finally turned her head back to the woman.
"I've been through hell, Lady. I'm not the only help, but I'm something. I'm not cocky, I'm just honest. A tempestuous storm is upon Gotham, always."
She toook her dark green top hat off to the lady and then stuck it firmly back on her head before drawing her rapier once again.
"Let's show this mob a little bit of that tempestuousness."
Stormy dashed to the door and descended into the party, smart enough to stay out of sight. Within minutes she made it to the party floor and looked down on everyone from atop a rather ornate staircase. She leapt over the ledge of it and landed on her feet among the group. She could hear the room instantly turn silent and the sound of several safeties being switched off on guns in the room. Many men's hands were inside their sports coats.
"Wokka wokka!"
Stormy quickly bowed to them. She tipped her hat and raised her sword's handle to her forehead and lowered it slowly. She then smiled winningly to the crowd.
"Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' th' wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor."
The party had lightened up. The women were now smiling and the men with smirks and confused looks on their faces. They were all captured, some may have been thinking this was some sort of little entertainment their host had planned, others were a little unsure, but she had their attention. Stormy was well versed in Shakespeare. She had taken theatre classes as a child and tended to have a better handle on old Bill than most of the other kids cared to. The Tempest had always been a favorite of hers.
For the most part, she was doing very well. She spoke it as if they were thoughts coming to her and not memorized lines. She never cared much for acting, but you had to at least try when you wore a mask and were standing in a room containing a small army. She continued the monologue after a slight pause.
"If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishlike smell; a kind of not of the newest poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbold"
Stormy would stomp her foot. The floor would vibrate unnaturally. Soon it would begin to buckle as she had just damaged a beam, people would begin to run about the room trying to get away from the areas giving.
"Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaverdine: there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
Stormy would leap upward and come harshly onto another area of the floor, five feet away, cracks would be heard beneath people's feet. Quickly they would all begin to scatter. Finally, a few shots were fired in Stormy's direction. One whizzed by and caught her enough to make her duck and caused her to miss the path of the other. The upper floors would remain fine, and people climbing out the fire escape would take enough weight off to allow the floor to stay stable for now. Stormy concerned herself with the several men trying to shoot her.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on Apr 27, 2012 22:11:14 GMT -5
Her curiosity in this girl increased as well as frustrated her to the core, as the mysterious rapier wielder dashed past her and into the building. Her desires for an easy conquest seemed to have been...disrupted. She should have known better...the way things have been going in Gotham lately...you can't count on EASY.
Selina turned her gaze to the man at her feet. Even if the encounter had not progressed as she may have liked, she was determined to get something out of it. While the eager beaver decided to head in to the proverbial Lion's Den, Selina took just about everything of worth that was on him - gold watch, cell phone, rings, - and for good measure kept the wallet. She could get a price for the stuff, and maybe even get her hand on something useful to get the whole amount he bullied out of the neighborhood.
She heard ramblings coming from inside, and again her eyebrow raised in complete curiosity. Was she preaching to them in there? Rolling her eyes, she looked back to Gil and with a smirk finished her punishment. She could get some good cash for his clothes too. Sorry Gil...at least it is a warm night.
It was after she had removed him of his vestments that she felt the ground shake beneath her. Again...curiosity peaked. IN all reality, she had planned on just...well..leaving...but now...now she wasn't sure. Almost immediately following came the sound of gun-shots. Now her mind was made up. It wasn't just their party now...gun shots brought others into it...all kinds of others...cops, bystanders, vigilantes - well other ones - more thugs, so on and so forth. She wrapped the goods up in his clothes and with them dashed down the stairs towards the party. As she did, she noticed various people fleeing past her and the bullets still being fired in the distance. As she arrived she spotted the girl and the men shooting at her.
Selina did not like to be shot at. Yes, she would use a gun as a method of intimidation, if needed...but they weren't necessarily her thing. She couldn't immediately bring that attention to her...and she didn't want to. She sized up the room...as she had before...and there were various options....but at the moment the element of surprise seemed to be the best. She grabbed the ornate vase laying on the table next to her and tossed it with full force at the closest lug-head with a gun and wrapping her bundle securely around her arm jumped into the fray....
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Post by Stormy Evening on May 8, 2012 19:05:24 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy charged one of the men shooting at her, He unloaded 5 shots from his pistol, three of those hitting stormy square in the chest, however, she did not flinch or relent. As the strangely colored blood began to seep from inside her shirt and out into the world she grabbed the man by his color and tossed him around, smacking him into the floor several times and then throwing him across the room.
Another man ran up behind her and was shooting her in the back at close enough range to sink all his bullets. She turned, growled, and then roared at him as she threw a square right hook into his jaw. The power of it sent him across the room and into a wall that he would hit and sink down to the ground.
She turned to a third guy that was going to flank her from the left with more bullets but when she looked at him his hands began to shake as he held the gun. He was about to shoot but Stormy stomped a foot in his direction causing him to nervously back away, trip over something, dropping his gun, then turning away and begin to frantically crawl away.
Stormy leaped toward him and grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and lifted him in the air, turning him around, and then held him by his throat and pressed him against a wall.
"This is a mob thing right?"
The man shook his head no. Stormy tightened her grip and he coughed out a yes.
"Alright then, I'll let you get out of here without any major injury under the condition you tell all these wiseguys and their bosses that they need to get out of this town or they'll face me. Batman ain't around no more, so they thought they could get away with stuff, but that ain't kosher. Tell 'em to get their shit together or Deadly Nightshade will show them how to party, capishe?"
The man nodded his head yes for his life and Stormy let him go. He began running. Anyone else that had guns seemed to have scrammed off after seeing Stormy take bullets without even being bothered by them and they beating she gave the other two guys.
Once the area was clear stormy looked inside her shirt at her wounds. The pain was terrible, but after a few minutes in the sun the next morning the wounds would be gone, her body would pop the bullets out as her skin and muscles would repair themselves.
She had heard a vase breaking a moment ago and turned to see what came of that. A man was lying on the ground near the broken pieces. The woman from the roof was standing near him. She smirked to her.
"Fancy seeing you."
Stormy pressed a hand under her shirt on her chest above her left breast not terribly far from her heart. She sat on a bench and spat a bit of blood off to the side. It was not the first time she had been shot, by far. Luthor's people had pumped more lead into her than anyone ever could. They still hurt, healing by photosynthesis was a great thing, but it didn't do anything to not make it hurt.
A moment later she pulled a small little piece of metal out, holding it in her gloved hand. Her blood was red, but it was a dark crimson with a dark green to it, like the color of an old and weathered red brick with traces of moss. Her eyes glowed calmly as she inspected the bullet.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on May 9, 2012 18:52:47 GMT -5
After Selina jumped into the action it was clear that the girl could handle herself. Half...no...the majority of the occupants had either ran or had their pride ripped from them in a not so pleasant manner. she wasn't necessarily sad that she missed the ruckus...she wasn't in the mood...but she did wish she could have seen exactly what had happened. Each moment she was in this girl's presence brought more curiosity. Curiosity is supposed to kill a cat...but Selina usually gets by fine...usually.
She was impressed and intrigued and rightfully wary. Whens he saw the girl sit down, it was really the first time she could really notice that she was injured and the closer she got, she noticed just how many bullet holes there were. Then..there was the blood....it was different and there was something eerily familiar about it too....She had to find out more....
Back to the angered average citizen role -
"You are hurt...a lot. What exactly happened? We should call an ambulance or something...Really..."
This whole thing should have gone differently. She knows these guys well enough to know that there would be repercussions...they will blame some other group of imbeciles and there will be more gang wars...small...but small always lead to big. Sometimes it is best to just get in...do what you need...and leave. A big fancy show doesn't always bring the best results. These were all things she wanted to say...but to say them would raise questions...questions she did not want to answer right now. ALso...thinking about saying these things to her reminded Selina too much of how tall dark and buzz-kill would lecture her back in the day...and still does...did...
Clear your thoughts, Selina...
She ripped off some cloth from the bottom of her dress and offered it to the girl. Part to be kind and part to take a closer look at the strange blood. She was right...the closer she got...the better the look...she knew why it was familiar...and it raised oh so many more questions....
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Post by Stormy Evening on May 9, 2012 21:10:46 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy shook her head to the woman as she pocketed the bullet she had pulled out of her chest. Stormy gave her an inquisitive look, she wasn't normal, she was more than met the eye, but for now it would not be clear. Maybe later, but not now.
"Lady, with eyes that glow like mine and blood this color I don't think any hospital has any business with me. Besides, a little sun will take care of it, come morning."
Stormy took the cloth she offered. Nearby was a stocked bar, the smell of some of the bottles that had shattered on the ground had caught her attention earlier. She stood once more and walked behind it. She opened a bottle of vodka and poured it down her back then over her chest. Yep, alcohol, it was always a trusty way to clean some wound.
Stormy looked to the woman once again, pulling the cloth away, her blood stained upon it.
"Who are you, anyway? You look awfully nice to be meddling with these guys, but then again, I feel you probably got better tricks up your sleeve for better battles."
Stormy poured some of the vodka on the rag, cleaning it to a degree, and then placed it back over one of her wounds.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on May 9, 2012 21:51:07 GMT -5
She watched the girl tending to her own wounds as she spoke. She had to be careful on how she proceeded with this. Looks can be deceiving. From the look of the girls blood, she could be affiliated with Ivy...plus the whole - get some sunlight - comment. It was no secret that Ivy and Selina didn't always...well...get along. They had worked together in the past...mainly because it was more advantageous to do so. Selina was about as fond of Ivy as Ivy was of her. Could this girl be a plant? Uh..no pun intended. Was Ivy trying something? Again, Selina, remember...looks can be deceiving.
"Me? I am just a concerned citizen. The police turn their backs on The East End. If we don't do something...life will continue like this here. Right? I know I am way in over my head, but...someone had to do something. I guess in the end, I was lucky you showed up. Pardon me for prying, but I can't help but notice...as you have pointed out yourself...you aren't quite...well...normal. What exactly are you? I mean...with the whole weird blood, not dying even though you are riddled with bullets, healing with sunlight, causing earthquakes....anyone would be curious."
She cradled the goods in her arms now, as she approached the girl at the bar..tending to her wounds with alcohol. Kid probably has been banged up pretty bad before to know this was an option...
Curiouser and curiouser.....
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Post by Stormy Evening on May 9, 2012 22:10:14 GMT -5
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Stormy grunted slightly at her words and her in general as she began to tend her wounds. The 'concerned citizen' as she called herself, began asking questions about her and her abilities. Stormy chuckled a bit and coughed.
"You seem pretty smart. You know a pair of individuals named Poison Ivy and Bane? I've been looking for them. I got some questions needing answered."
Stormy looked to the woman, her eyes glowing green. She took off her hat and her long black hair fell from it. It even had a green sheen in it's reflection of the white, yet dim, light of the room.
"Long story short, I was abducted when I was younger and genetically altered to possess traits and abilities both of those individuals exhibit. I refuse to let my pains and struggles be in vain. I must do what I can to find Ivy and Bane and to help Gotham. I have been locked away far to long."
Stormy took a swig from the vodka bottle and then offered it to the woman. It tasted like fermented potatoes.
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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Post by selinakyle on May 9, 2012 22:38:03 GMT -5
Selina took the bottle gratefully and took a quick swig herself. Her own green eyes continuing to study the girl. Genetically altered with Ivy and Bane stock, huh? Interesting combo. Makes sense...but why? First off, why would anyone think that was a good idea, and secondly...how did they manage to collect the dna without getting killed? They must have used some unwitting lackeys...lackeys were always expendable.
"Poison Ivy and Bane? Sure, I've heard of them... who hasn't. SO....you were genetically altered. I guess that makes sense...from what I know of Poison Ivy and Bane, it doesn't seem like they'd be the type to... pollinate.. "
The thought at first made her cringe, but then she had to hold back giggles...it was actually a pretty damn funny image.
"You want to find Ivy and Bane. And then what? Kill them? One up them? They aren't a room of gangsters, you know. I get the whole fight fire with fire thing...but...from what I understand of these people...they aren't easily defeated."
...or easily stomached. She thought to herself.
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Post by Stormy Evening on May 9, 2012 23:17:19 GMT -5
SHAKE( rattle )AND ROLL
Stormy chuckled again. She did have a good point about them not being a room of gangsters, they were just bullies with guns and connections. She sighed and grunted as she pulled another bullet out of her chest. She inspected that one, too, and then pocketed it.
"I don't really have any violent plans for them, unless they instigate a fight. I am curious. The strength is pretty easy. The healing is nice, still hurts though. There's a particular one I don't have a grasp on, apparently, has something to do with pheromones. I apparently smell REALLY great sometimes."
Stormy shrugged, her arms gestured out with her palms up as she looked at the woman.
"Crazy stuff. What can you do, y'know? It's ridiculous."
Stormy grunted a chuckle as she took another generous dose of the Stolichanaya. She set the bottle on the bar top and looked around the room. She smiled over to a large window displaying a nice view of the city skyline and cocked her head off to the side lazily as she leaned against her elbow resting upon the bar.
"There I cough where owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough."
WELL YOU NEVER DO NOTHIN'
TO SAVE YOUR DOGGONE SOUL
this post is for Catwoman. this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. the lyrics are from "Shake, Rattle, and Roll" by Bill Haley and The Comets. now all i have to say is --no notes--
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