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Post by royskopp on Aug 15, 2011 10:40:27 GMT -5
The entry hall had been completely transformed beyond recognition. Poker, Blackjack, Craps, Roulette, all the usual casino games had their own table where the guests huddled around as they gambled away. There was even a Big Six Wheel that was set up to the rear, near the stairs. Decorations hung from the ceiling and the butlers walked through the crowd, offering drinks of champaign to the guests.
Amongst the many guests was the star of the show, the man who had made this possible. Bruce Wayne was at the Poker table, gambling away with Gotham's Elite. His glass was at his side, though it was filled with cream soda and not alcohol. He never drank alcohol, it slowed the body down.
Looking at his cards, Bruce smiled to himself as he reached for his chips and raised the current bet to $700. He looked around the table and watched as everyone folded, not wanting to risk going head to head with his cards.
As the dealer raked in the total winnings, Bruce got up.
"Spread the chips around," he said to the dealer, "I'm going to wonder around and meet some people."
From then it was shaking hands with various people, laughing at jokes, accepting compliments and the usual stuff that came with being "The Prince of Gotham".
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Last Edit: Aug 15, 2011 10:51:53 GMT -5 by powermaniac184
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 15, 2011 10:48:30 GMT -5
Lisa stepped out of her car, dressed to impress. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress, and comfortable shoes that made her feet look like a model. Lisa's hair was the recently dyed blonde color that made the dress sparkle with beauty. She stepped from her car and walked through the entrance. The door was opened by an old butler. She smiled and thanked him, he seemed happy to be doing his job. His name was Alfred from the nametag. Lisa put one on since they were laying out on the table. The mansion was massive, multiple floors, marble columns, at least one balcony. Paintings, movies, pool, antiques, costumes. Now Wayne had a reputation to precede him though Lisa would make her move when he was alone.
People rich or middle class were sprawling on the carpets, chairs, tables, and food accompanied them. She saw champagne, scotch, gin, different wine's, and crackers on the tables. The bar was packed as were the tables. Lisa didn't have an intention to play, but she did want to introduce herself to some of the Elite of gotham.
"Hi, I'm Lisa Novak". The man turned around and his face dropped in excitement. "Ms. Novak I have heard about many of your cases and your convictions, may I just say for all the people in here how grateful we are to have someone of power and justice at this party." Lisa took the compliment with a kind heart, "Thank you, I'm happy to be here." Then more people came up, She grabbed a glass of Champagne, the wine felt cool and tasty for her throat. Lawyers and financers had already thanked her, some of them even giving her checks of hundreds of dollars. "No, you don't have to do this" "Nonesense, you deserve this Lisa" He put the check in her hand and nodded. Some of the men even kissed her hand. She had never been treated like a princess before.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 15, 2011 11:12:10 GMT -5
The sound of a spoon lightly tapping against a glass brought everyone to a halt. Everyone turned to look at the source of the noise, which was Bruce standing in the middle of the hall. When the noise died down to a silence, he began to speak.
"I would like to thank everyone here for coming to this fund-raiser," he spoke, "As you are all aware, all proceeds will be donated to the Gotham P.D police department. With your help, and your money, the police will be able to buy equipment to protect their officers whilst they are out there in the streets protecting us."
Bruce paused as the crowd burst into applause at this announcement. Then, as the applause died down, he spoke again.
"Thank you. Now I invite you all to continue gambling and drinking all my booze. But before we do, I believe it's time to announce the sweepstakes winners. As you know, the top prize is a brand new, straight off the factory belt, Nissan GT-R sports edition. Brought and paid for by yours truly. So, if Alfred would like to come up here and draw the prize winners."
Bruce stepped down as his butler took the podium. Whilst everyone was distracted by the name drawing, Bruce made his way to another room and up some stairs. He needed some air and time to himself. In truth, this was all just an act. All of it. The tuxedo he was wearing, the playboy lifestyle, the big large mansion... all apart of his disguise. Stepping out into a balcony, Bruce stared at the garden view as he took a deep breath of fresh air. Sometimes he just needed to be alone for a moment. He doubted anyone noticed he had gone.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 15, 2011 11:20:57 GMT -5
Her wide range of vision and her intuition allowed Lisa to see and know that Bruce had left the room. She listened to Alfred talk about the car then pick the winners. The winner was a young man in college. The winners were all in their late twenties with technical thinking and a powerful resume no doubt. She followed Bruce up the stairs to the balcony. No one had noticed that she left, they were all entranced by the prizes and fortune.
She saw Bruce inhaling and relaxing, the air was refreshing from that packed room of people. Her movements were stealthy as she put her arms down to the stone and looked out into Gotham City. " Whenever, I was in a courtroom and the hearings were getting worse, I would go outside. I felt calmer and could pursue convicting criminals. I'm Lisa Novak, Assistant District Attorney. No need to say who you are, though." Lisa was now interested in the man that Selina had recommended. It wasn't about his muscles, she just felt happier being around him. Though she wasn't in a relationship yet, she would wait for how this conversation would play out.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 15, 2011 13:50:51 GMT -5
As he stared out into the gardens, Bruce could hear someone behind him. They may have thought they were being stealthy but Bruce knew a little about keeping quiet and how to detect people. Nevertheless, he kept on admiring the view he was so fortunate to have from atop this balcony and waited for the stranger to speak.
"Whenever, I was in a courtroom and the hearings were getting worse, I would go outside. I felt calmer and could pursue convicting criminals. I'm Lisa Novak, Assistant District Attorney. No need to say who you are, though."
And there was no need for Miss Novak to introduce herself. Bruce had heard of her from the news and papers. Her name kept cropping up and Bruce had taken the time to research her thoroughly. She was an assistant district attorney, with a masters in criminal law and procedure. And she had put away a surprising amount of criminals from the beginning of her career in Gotham.
Bruce turned to Lisa and smiled.
"I can't remember the last time I came out here," he said, "I'm often so busy with my work that I forget that Gotham can be this beautiful at night. You tell people that Gotham is beautiful and they shake their heads because all they can think of are the criminals and high crime rate. But the beauty is there."
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 15, 2011 14:28:22 GMT -5
Lisa was hoping that Selina was coming, they talked about it with high intentions. "Like Manhatte, well on the outskirts. You can see the whole city, and it just lights you up. I can tell that this isn't your level of fun, but public duty that the elite's expect from the "prince of Gotham"." She was good at finding intentions with people. When people dated or wanted to date they had these conversations that brought things up. Usually people don't know each other from magazines or newspapers. But that wasn't the case with Lisa and Bruce. Reporters loved talking to her, yet she didn't like talking to them to reveal all the details. If you wanted to know that then you came to the trial and stayed. The police were good at getting them to back off. Lisa was good at answering questions, odd isn't it?
She leaned in closer to Bruce, "Of all the hardships that these people endure, they don't respect the poor or the victims. These elites only care about their family, no one else. That's why it's good to charge them once and a while. Though they usually make bail." Something about Bruce made her attracted to him. Finding what it was was going to an involved task that would require patience and compassion. Two things she had when she drank champagne. She finished her glass of champage with a wisk.
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Post by royskopp on Aug 15, 2011 14:46:29 GMT -5
"Not all the elites..."
The comment made by Lisa about the 'Elite's Priorities' didn't wash down too well, although Bruce remained calm and didn't show any anger. It was very difficult to get under his skin. Maybe it was just the champaign causing her to sprout stuff.
"It's true that there are some people out there who consider themselves above the law because of their money. But then you have people like The Mayor and Commissioner Gordon, two people fighting an uphill battle to bring Gotham back. Then you have several families down there whose links go back to my father and mother, who have donated much of their personal wealth to good causes.
"When my parents were killed, the rich were shocked into action. They donated millions, enough to pay off a small chunk of America's debt. So not all of the elite citizens care just about their families... I like to think the people under this roof, taking part in the fun, that they care more about the city and those who are not as fortunate as us."
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Post by selinakyle on Aug 15, 2011 14:56:45 GMT -5
At the moment she was sipping on a flute of champagne, looking at one fantastic paintings that adorned the walls of the entrance to Wayne Manor. It was an original, and in great condition from what she could tell. Raising the glass she shook her head, wondering to herself if Bruce even knew the value, or composition of the piece. It was a shame, really.
Walking slowly away from the piece she glanced around, procuring a toothpick with something dainty on it while she glanced around for Lisa, or Pam. Lisa had told her she would be in blue, Pam of course had already claimed green, and neither had crossed her view yet. Shrugging, she made her way to where people were gambling, and quite fervently at that. Tall, delicate stilettos were navigated with ease as she meandered, the sweetheart neckline of her deep indigo gown hugging her hips and waist before fading into several layers of silk chiffon.
Around her neck she wore a simple necklace, a few diamonds delicately placed, a pair of tear-drop earrings, and a rather large sapphire ring. Simple, elegant, but not quite Gotham flare. Stopping to observe at one of the roulette tables, it would just be time before she ran into a familiar face.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 15, 2011 14:57:38 GMT -5
Okay, maybe saying that wasn't the best thing to do on a would be boyfriend or friend. She had remembered that he was an elite, though she thought he hated being one. " I'm sorry, that's not what I meant by saying that." She moved to the side now, another thing she did wrong. "I'm fighting to bring Gotham back. When you think of that battle, some people only think of the cops and the mayor, but the DA office has been trying too." Though she didn't exactly agree on the scenario with the rich as much as Bruce did, "When my Mother lost her house I had to pay her taxes, her food, her water works all from Fordham. Only when I ran into a millionaire did things change, he takes care of my mother but she hates him. He sometimes beats her when he gets angry, and I can't do anything about it because this city has been locked." Her eyes were now wavering on leaving the mansion, it wasn't worth coming here for this. She wanted someone to love her not fight with her.
She turned away and began walking back knowing that coming to this wasn't worth it, and that Selina was wrong about things. Bruce wasn't the man for her, at least not right now. She walked slowly towards the stairs.
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Post by birdsofprey657 on Aug 15, 2011 23:10:23 GMT -5
Oswald Cobblepot was already at the fundraiser, wearing a new black suit and his signature hat and umbrella. He was talking to some of the wealthy real estate agents who were losing money from the FBI scaring people away. "It's a shame that the damn government has to ruin our lives, just because we have an infestation of criminal rodents." Many of them nodded their heads and let our loud applause for him. He had just miss Lisa Novak, he saw her ruin up the stairs. He had hoped to give her welcome to Gotham present or at least be chivalrious afterall chivalry was expected from the Elite's that Oswald lavishly enjoyed being apart of.
He came for his fortune and prestige, people loved cobblepot. Well the Elite's did, the poor just thew cans of tomatoes at him during speeches for justice and better conditions. They would die alone themselves, while Oswald would die rich in his own money and with his birds. He couldn't help to think that all the woman were dressed up nice, though some looked more slutty than others. Specifically ex girlfriends of Wayne, drunken loisy girls who work at Hooters. For a billionaire such as Wayne he had poor taste in Woman and being around. This was like every fundraiser, he would say something then immediately leave to do whatever he needed to do. If this was Oswald's party he would always be around, unless an emergency required him back at the Iceberg or his Suite.
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Post by Joan Leland on Aug 16, 2011 12:11:10 GMT -5
Joan Leland was starting to get used to these sorts of events. Naturally she wasn't part of the elite of Gotham and nor was she wealthy but within a fundraiser with the high society of Gotham gathered in a room there was a chance to do some added fundraising for other causes, something someone at Arkham worked out long ago. As one of the less creepy doctors at the asylum Joan fit the job description quite well and turned out to be reasonable at encouraging the idea that they'd be quite happy for some extra funding at Arkham while never mentioning money at all. After all it'd be quite rude to openly ask for money for another cause at the party but if she makes a good impression and people suddenly decide to help out on their own, that's fine.
Still Joan was a relative unknown, she'd been to a couple of these before but in her long black dress and heels while she no longer fit the part of a doctor at all and wasn't unattractive by any means she still somehow managed to blend into the crowd. She'd certainly better blend in, the dress cost enough and that was why she bought it, though there was something to be said for the work of body language in her effort to just look like she actually belongs there among the rich and powerful even if she was neither. A sip of her newly acquired glass of wine and she began on the rounds, pausing long enough to watch Bruce's welcome and notice him disappear, shortly followed by a woman while someone was busy winning a car. She might have recognised Lisa if not for the change in hair colour, currently the information was just filed away in her mind which she warned not to pry and she moved to watch a few of the gamblers, trying to settle into the evening.
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Post by powermaniac184 on Aug 26, 2011 19:07:16 GMT -5
She walked down the steps, at a fast pace. That wasn't how she wanted to make the impression yet it was again how she let a mark on someone. Maybe she just wasn't ready for this. She wanted a friend, that's when she spotted Selina and Joan. She walked quickly down the as the classical music continued to be played by the live band. "Joan, I want you to meet my friend Selina Kyle." She took Joan's hand and walked her over to where Selina was. "Selina! You look fantastic! This is my friend Joan, Pyschiatrist at Arkham. Joan meet Selina, Selina meet Joan."
She laughed, this was like one of those dumb bravo shows that made you feel awful and you thought, "I'm better than this." Her blue dress made her feel very special and comfortable at the same time.
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