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Post by selinakyle on Jun 25, 2011 14:03:56 GMT -5
After setting up her new office, Selina was ready for a bit of retail therapy. Not that her own skills got her what she needed most of the time, but to actually browse, window shop, and purchase an item was a thrill. And after an early morning of setting up files, computer systems, and arguing with her assistant, she wanted to see what Gotham could offer up for sundries.
Making her way down one of the rather ritzy avenues with large, gaudy window displays and even more expensive merchandise inside, she let her mind wander. While Gotham didn't have the selection of shoes, or jewelry, say, Venice did, it was still quite impressive. Espeicially in it's diamond selection.
Stopping in front of one display, she paused several seconds to admire the shoes. Dior. Of course. It seemed their newest inventory was in. Of course the door was held open, considering the boutique's usual clientel. And she wasn't dressed too shoddy, either. A deep indio wrap dress, camel coloured knee high boots, a simple cross-body bag skimming her hip.
It was time to sample a bit of life's finer things. Those which she took with ease in the darkest of night, but in the daytime, paid hard cash for, or even simpler; with a platinum card.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 25, 2011 14:53:12 GMT -5
Never one to miss an opportunity to update her wardrobe, Pamela is already inside eying the offerings with a very critical eye. She is, as always, dressed as if she's a change of make-up and heels away from attending a high class party. Today she's wearing a dark blue strapless dress that offsets her fiery red hair rather nicely, and her small, off-white handbag rests lightly on her shoulder. Her shoes are a pair of understated dark brown sandals with rather low heels for Pamela's taste, but that she's holding more than one bag from a different store hints that her footwear is only sensible while she's in the middle of a longer shopping trip.
Eying a pair of rather daring black stilettos, she turns to one of the sales people and asks, "I don't suppose these come in a different color?" Most of the colors she wears these days just don't mix well with black footwear. But the lady shakes her head and says, "I'm afraid that they only come in black." "Pity," Pamela replies as she moves on in her browsing, somehow managing to convey the impression in that one word that she now considers the entire store a complete waste of her time and money. Which it is if they somehow fail to offer anything that pleases her, but the fact that she keeps browsing shows that she's willing to give them another chance.
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Last Edit: Jun 25, 2011 19:23:45 GMT -5 by selinakyle
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 25, 2011 19:01:15 GMT -5
Looking here and there, a crop of red hair catches her eye. Listening for a moment, Selina is finally able to take in several more details on the woman. Her own mop of near curls is not quite as vivid, but for what she lacks in colour, she makes up in bounce.
Walking over to Pamela, she leans over slightly to admire the shoes, mildly distracted by a light fragrance. You have great taste in footwear. And judging by your bags, you have taste in general."" Flashing the woman a genuine smile, Selina paused, her green eyes going wide. "I know this might be a bit abrupt, but your perfume is exquisite. Is it foreign?"
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 26, 2011 3:14:38 GMT -5
When one alters one's body to produce pheromones, one gets used to compliments very quickly. And though she'd never cross the line of making them have the same effect on other women as they do on men, they still encourage other women to pay attention and like her in a more platonic way. So that someone would simply walk up and praise her fashion sense is not odd to Pamela at all, though it still causes a pleased smile.
And the comment on her perfume isn't unexpected either. Making it particularly noteworthy to other women was a part of the design, after all. It's been so easily to distribute because of that. Turning to look at Selina, she replies, "I have had a lot of practice at finding the really good stuff." A clear reference to how she was born into wealth, though Pamela is also simply talented when it comes to shopping.
"And actually, I made this perfume myself - it's a hobby. If you'd like some, I have some extra in my purse..." All too easy. Of course, it smells better on her than anyone else, but then again that doesn't mean it doesn't smell very nice on everyone. It works in attracting men too, though not nearly as effectively for anyone else as it does for her. But then, since it's gradually finding its way into the hands of every socialite in Gotham, when everyone wears it then nobody has the advantage. Well, except for Pamela.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 15:00:03 GMT -5
Even if she hadn't been born into wealth, Selina certainly appreciated a fellow discerning eye for quality. Another quick glance at the woman revealed nothing short of quality. From her hair, down to the dress, and even her footwear.
Selina's eyes went wide as Pamela noted she did this as a mere hobby. Possibly for once she met a person with something more eccentric than what she did on her own time. "You're kidding me. You must have a keen sense of smell to go with that superb style as well. If it's no inconvience, I'd love some." Selina paused, thinking for a moment.
"Possibly would you be interested in grabbing coffee? I do know of this little boutique that has some great finds." It wasn't that she was greatly under the thrall of the scent, but more the excitement of finding a possible shopping partner, another woman of great taste, and interesting extra-cirricular activities.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 26, 2011 15:59:48 GMT -5
"No, I'm not kidding," Pamela replies lightly as she easily retrieves a small bottle of the stuff from her purse. While she's not sure which men it will end up affecting, with each little bottle of perfume she distributes the tighter her grip on the hearts of Gotham's wealthiest men becomes.
Handing it over, she shrugs and adds, "It's a natural hobby for a botanist." And actually, Pamela's sense of smell is no better than anyone else's. It's her sense of chemistry that allows her to create such an effective perfume - what it actually smells like hardly matters given how mind-altering the pheromones in it is just as long as it isn't unpleasant.
She pauses for a long moment as the other woman suggests coffee. She's found the drink a bit pointless since she was attacked by Dr. Woodrue - she's literally immune to the effects of caffeine - but then again she's often found it useful to have female 'friends'. Sometimes 'friends' are very useful to have. "Hmm, well, I'm having no luck here," she comments, adding, "Lead the way then."
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 16:39:28 GMT -5
Noting the redhead's hesitence, Selina presses a finger to her lips in thought. "If coffee isn't your thing, I know of a great little bistro with amazing house wine....if it's still around." Shrugging, she uncaps the small vial, dabbing the scent to her fingertip before pressing it to her neck, and both her wrists. Not smearing them together like most women would, but just letting it breath.
"This really is fantastic, you know. Perhaps I could hire you to create something for myself. With a gift like that, you could be making orders for the shops in Gotham." Reaching into her purse, Selina places the vial away, a card replacing it in her fingers instead.
"I'm Selina Kyle. I know this is a bit corny, but here is my card. I deal with higher-end clients, but my name and number are on here." Waiting until Pamela makes a decision on where they are going, she will start to lead the way once the choice is made.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 26, 2011 17:07:48 GMT -5
Hmm, alcohol - yet another thing that she's immune to. One of the many inconveniences of being her is that her immunity extends even to things she's rather not be immune to. But then, wine at least is something you can appreciate without the intended extra effect of the drink. "Oh, even better," she comments at that suggestion, actually managing to put a mild amount of enthusiasm in her voice this time. The bistro it is.
And her comment about the perfume causes Pamela to smirk, "Well, like I said, it's a hobby. I like my day job too much to start selling perfume." An outright lie, though Pamela's so used to mixing complete honesty and dishonesty that it's probably impossible to tell by her expression anymore. Actually, she would sell it just to get it distributed further, but the more critical ingredients of the perfume aren't easy to make.
Taking the offered card, she looks it over as they start walking, nodding at it before tucking it into her purse and commenting, "Security, huh?" She's not actually interested, though. She rather suspects that the kind of people who would be breaking into her house are the kind that wouldn't be thwarted by even the best designed security system. Though she has planned on getting a better lock for her greenhouse, just to annoy Nightwing.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 18:11:11 GMT -5
"Yes. A consulting firm of sorts." Clearing her throat slightly, Selina probes the redhead a bit, "And what is your day job, if I can ask?" Polite conversation. Or at least Selina hopes it's not too pressing as they walk.
It's not too far to the bistro, not quite a hole in the wall, but not exactly somehwere just anyone can grab a bite. The door is help open for the two, while they are escorted to a quaint table. Considering she is being rather candid, it's a bit offputting that this woman is being rather....offputting. Still, as she thinks to herself, some of the best nuts are hard to crack.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 26, 2011 19:00:05 GMT -5
That question actually causes a smile to form on Pamela's face. She actually doesn't 'work' very often, given how high of a price she charges, though her skills have come in very handy lately for... other activities. "Like I said, I'm a botanist. A specialist in plant hybrids and toxicology, to be specific. I do commission work with my hybrids and sometimes consultant work as a toxicologist," she explains.
Which means that Pamela has both beauty and brains. And the various people and companies who want her hybrids are willing to pay a pretty penny for a plant that looks and does exactly what they want. It's a very rare skill, after all, and Pamela is literally the best at it. Her knowledge of poisons are, by comparison, simply a footnote. Though a very important one, as Nightwing discovered.
"But more often I'm simply Pamela Isley, manslayer," she says with a smile as she seats herself. Most anyone would assume that she's being metaphorical about her life as a socialite, though that's been literal more than once. Not that anyone has ever managed to trace that back to her...
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 19:32:03 GMT -5
As Pamela finally divulges her name, a slow smirk appears on her lips. Other than Pam's fantastic sense of style, she's got some wit about her. "So I"m guessing you've met Bruce Wayne?" She jests, settling across from the redhead. "Even though I"m betting he's mighty dull for you, considering..well, from what I've encountered, there is little up here," Selina taps a finger against her temple. ", than compared to you."
Glimpsing at one of the wine lists, Selina offers it to Pamela as well. "From what I've seen, he really is a ditz. More of a figurehead for his parent's company than someone...whom actually is involved in educated direct." Clearing her throat, Selina tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Any specific reason you chose botany? Or that fantastic dress, to boot.." Selina partially jokes. She is curious, and that blue dress is just gorgeous as well.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 26, 2011 19:54:06 GMT -5
At the mention of Mr. Wayne, Pamela's eyes reflexively half-roll. "Hmm, yes, of course," she says, managing to keep her tone more neutral than annoyed. The billionaire industrialist son of billionaire industrialists - of course she doesn't like him. "Oh, I wouldn't call him unintelligent, but he is... well, useless," she replies as she accepts the wine list from Selina.
And there really isn't much more that she can say about the man - he doesn't even make the list of men that Pamela would like to add to her extensive list of boyfriends. And though she's sure that he's been surrounded by enough socialites to get an ample dose of her perfume, she'll wait to see how effective it is until she's absolutely sure she's got him - he's too high profile for her to approach more than once for her current scheme and she'll wan to be sure it counts.
Selina's last question gets a shrug and she simply says, "I've always loved plants." Which is a bit of an understatement, given that she literally likes most plants more than she likes most people. And one could easily psychoanalyze the reasons why, but Pamela has never stopped to consider the psychology of her plant obsession. She just knows that she's always the most content in her greenhouse. "So how did you get into security?" she asks back - seems to be an odd job for someone in her social standing.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 26, 2011 20:01:41 GMT -5
Selina really hopes she wasn't fawning too much. Considering Pam is pretty damn unflapable, she agrees slightly before the conversation is shifted again. "I guess...I put myself through school in France. Art history. The thought of such items being mistreated...it never sat well with me." But lying was like breathing to her. Why did she really go into security? Because she knew all the routes to get in. And get out. And she was damn good at it. "So, I sought out those I met at parties, offered to do walk-throughs, pointing out different weak points." Tenting her fingertips, then splaying them in a sort of 'ta-da!' motion she punctuates her final explanation.
"It's decent money. And with all the soiress, benefits, and the sort, I'm able to have a pretty decent clientel. I guess we all have our passions and quirks we're able to profit from."
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Jun 27, 2011 11:39:40 GMT -5
"MmHmm," Pamela says to that explanation, feigning much more interest than she actually feels. And that's such an odd idea, worrying about objects being mistreated. It's not like art and other such objects are actually alive or anything. And yet, people fawn over them while neglecting to lift a finger for another living thing like a beautiful flower or glorious tree. Despicable.
But she didn't ask the question because she cares, but because she wants to make Selina believe that she cares. That so easily leads to someone thinking that they actually matter to you. But the truth is that Pamela doesn't really care about anybody at all - she tolerates other people, but only just. She does have to interact with them to have a life that isn't boring and wasted, unfortunately.
"I'm sure that Gotham's crime rate makes it easy to find customers too," she adds, continuing the act, "Seems like every other day someone I know has a break-in. Of course, that may also be because I know a lot of people." And when it's not someone she knows, it's her. And when it's not a criminal, it's a vigilante. Then again, her own self-made security system hasn't failed to protect her yet.
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Post by selinakyle on Jun 28, 2011 2:51:52 GMT -5
Pointing out a decent local red, Selina nods. "Exactly. That is a majority of the reason I moved everything here. And the rash of break-ins...has ramped up. Those themed criminals are either cunning, and getting away with their escapades, or...failing miserably it seems. That is where I come in. If you wanted me to come by, I'd be more than willing to. "
Selina was a keen businesswoman. As much as Pamela was...slightly interested, an offer of free and a good recommendation could always get her more clients. For both sides of the equation.
Cocking her head to the side ever so slightly, Selina thinks on that idea. There has to be some sort of party coming up. She'd need to be at. A mental note was filed to ask Liv on that one.
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