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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 16:54:30 GMT -5
"I've noticed you don't wear a cape, not that you need to of course. I tend to wear it so my body will be hidden. Makes it harder to get a bead on me from some assassin's rifle or a thug's lucky shot. They can get in the way at times though, which is why you don't wear one I suppose. In your line of work, hanging upside down on a line, a cape would be a hindrance."
Looking Catwoman over like they were very close friends or even lovers out on a date; a thought that brought a smile to her lips, Huntress compared their costumes and much more. She had always thought they were much alike, in tastes, clothing choices, and even fighting styles, hell they even had the same color hair for the most part, just as they had around the same sized chest, not that she was about to compare things any closer.
Glancing away when she thought maybe she was staring, Huntress returned her gaze to the men which flanked them on either side. she was not so much worried about them as she was the other patrons, innocents even in the Iceberg, which defined her as a heroine, though any one of the other guests could very possibly join in with the men now looking at her not the Catwoman. The thought that there was ample security made her feel somewhat better and as the Huntress, she had known of Cobblepot's security staff, but from a different perspective, one as from a mask looking in from the outside, which would always be the case.
"I like Italian if its cooked right, and even Calamari, when I'm in the mood. I do tend to steer clear of fried foods for health reasons, but in my line of work, Fried Chicken should be the least of my worries."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2013 17:06:32 GMT -5
"So it's bullet-proof?" Selina quips, smirking. "I move in the shadows, I don't exactly fly, and I try not to engage other people in my line of work. I steal, and do it quite well with stealth, so interacting with others would be a point of failure to a degree if it does happen in my line of work." She states with a light chuckle.
She's quite aware the other woman is thinking, and studying her own look. It is true that they are similar in figures, in costumes, and even in some ideologies, but not in everything. It would be a cool day in hell when Catwoman starts fighting crime. The closest she can think of occurring would be her possibly, maybe, aiding a crime-fighter, but never doing the work herself.
Waving her hand a bit at Huntress, Selina tried to lure her back into the conversation, instead of the sketchy men. "You shouldn't be bothered by the regulars here. They know if I bring someone here, there is purpose. And as one of Ozzie's...well, I bring him income, we'll put it that way, he knows better to question what I'm doing. He keeps me safe, I keep him in money. And the Italian is fantastic here, be bit surf, or turf. And I agree. With all the activity we do, a bit of fried seafood or poultry is the least of our worries. We need a bit of meat on our bones, otherwise, well,those bones snap a bit too quickly for my liking. And we don't always have time for a protein bar mid-fight." Huntress, it seems, is a rather good dinner companion. It's a pity the two aren't as acquainted outside the darkness and masks, she feels nearly like the woman could be a friend. That is, if her personality isn't just as put on as her mask is.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2013 22:38:55 GMT -5
"Not bullet proof, but it does provide me with a readymade shadow if I need one, plus it affords me some protection inn that a shooter never really knows where my body is under that cape, so he may fire way off instead of on target. And I'll be the judge of the Italian, but I am hoping it will be at least adequate."
Relaxing if only just a little, Huntress noticed that the men had vanished from their tables and though she felt no real danger, she started to wonder just where they might have gotten off too. The same thing happened from time to time when she was driving, and a car that had just been behind her had suddenly disappeared, causing her to look in the various mirrors to try and find them, and like those times, this disappearance bothered her, though if she thought the men would forever be gone like the cars, she was sadly mistaken as first one man, then another, and then two more slid in on either side of Catwoman and herself, forcing Huntress far more closer to the feline than she had wanted to be, though she felt Catwoman might have felt the same way.
*Evening turts, you look like you babes could use some company.*
"I had company, and very good company at that, before you four showed up. Would you mind leaving before my meal arrives? I'd hate to have such an exquisite meal ruined by your presence."
If any of them heard her it wasn't apparent for all they did was the look her body over as if she were a slab of meat hanging on a hook in a deep freeze. She had no idea what to make of their presence, but as she had promised not to start anything, Huntress merely reached for the glass of wine and started to pick it up, only to have the glass whisked away by one of the men before she could fully grasp it.
"That was my wine, and I would suggest you be a nice boy and put it back shortly."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2013 8:50:43 GMT -5
Even as Huntress started talking, Catwoman would start to put her gloves back on. There was a reason she liked this booth, and like always, was prepared. Flexing the garments, she nodded to Huntress, her mind elsewhere. "The food is decent here, trust me on that one, at the very least." While she had told Huntress not to start anything, that didn't bar her from defending someone she had brought as a guest. And if these men who were now crowding the two women didn't quite understand that, they'd greatly realize the error of their ways.
If Huntress wasn't used to being leered at, Selina was. Both in costume, and out. Rolling her eyes rather annoyingly, she toyed with the nearest thug, running a claw along his cheek, a thin line following the claw's caress. "You know, she is my guest here. And I'm taking it none of you are aware of those sort of courtesies. Especially here. Where I am known as a regular." As soon as the other man has snatched Huntress' wine glass, he'd just as quickly find a claw in his palm. "Hon, remember what I said earlier? Forget it. Feel free to indulge tonight, this is an exception."
Huntress would understand her shrouded words. This instance was far too queer for her to overlook, and while four to one was lovely odds, why cheat the vigilante from a fight? And as much as she'd never admit it, Huntress was more of a friend, than foe.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2013 10:43:11 GMT -5
Her eyes mostly on the man that had taken the wine, Huntress thought she had seen a movement just inside her peripheral vision and was soon watching Catwoman's fingertip claw sliding down one of the men's faces, the razor-sharp tip leaving a fine trail of reddening color in its wake. It was not something she herself would like to have felt and though the thug didn't seem to react at first, the pain would soon register in his dull brain and then the fun would begin. Huntress listened to all of them, while the closer of the four placed his hand on her right thigh. Feeling the hand move ever closer to her torso, Huntress still did not move, well not until Catwoman's words floated across her mind giving her permission to act in her own defense, though Huntress would have loved to have been the innocent bystander in all of this.
**You're the meal bitch, and you're mine for the taking.**
"I am, am I? Well, if you want to keep that hand, I would suggest you remove it from my thigh, for this meal has teeth."
**Bring it on, babe..., give me your best shot, but I'm still gonna take ya.**
The hand had moved all the way up to her center but that would be as far as it would go. Though her attack was slight at first - the heel of her boot finding his toes as she ground them into mush, Huntress followed through with what she loved to call a "right turn Clyde" kind of punch, so called from a movie she had seen about an Orangutan that loved to make such a move. It was a back-handed blow that would connect to the man's nose with enough force to shatter cartilage and like always, this one was delivered with perfection, snapping the man's head clean off the back of his shoulders even as his hand left her upper thigh to reach for his bloodied nose.
"That was fun. I don't suppose I could get the rest of you to gather up this piece of meat and leave us alone, right?"
**Far from it you sl..**
He had been moving while she talked, and once the man had gotten himself clear of the table he pounced, sending the drinks on their table every which way in the process, but if he thought he was going to get his hands around her throat, the man was about to be shown the error of his ways. She had just had time to grab the crossbow and as the man landed on the table the point of her arrow found its way to rest next to his neck. If she fired, he would not bleed out, but he would find himself in excruciating pain, and for the moment that arrow tip had him firmly under her control, though that was not to say the other two - still conscious men - would let her keep it, but that was Catwoman's problem.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2013 9:27:54 GMT -5
There were still two men to contend with, and she was planning on them not going very far. One man already had a healthy waterfall of blood gushing down his face, a second receiving a boot to the groin as he tried to grab at her. Whomever was aiming to get Huntress' attention was doing more than good; they were garnering the ire of Oswald at this point, too, in how they were...behaving. As the second man screamed out, and bent at the waist, her clawed, gloved hand helped him, smashing his face into the tabletop that was already strewed with glass, alcohol, and bits of their meal.
"Well, at least I offer drinks, dinner, and entertainment, no?" She called out to Huntress, who was easily subduing a man with her cross-bow. A flick to her left, and her eyesight caught several of the burly men that ran security at the Iceberg headed their way. Hopefully they could take care of this little interruption, so they could eat, and finish their time here in peace. If not, well, that's how things went.
"You certainly seem to have a fan-club, you know. Hold nothing back, surly sort," She quipped, this time a one-two of elbow to the neck, and another slash of her claws going to the next goon's face. The wave of blood splattered the table, causing a wrinkle to her nose. This entire booth was going to be out of commission for a while, and it did have a pretty fantastic vantage point.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2013 22:46:09 GMT -5
"I have that affect on people Catwoman, and it makes for a hard time in the avenues of dating..., believe me. Not that I don't get undressed by some goon's eyes each and every time I slip on this second skin costume. But these guys made a mistake..., they didn't bring enough friends."
Huntress could see he wanted to return her retort for one of his own, but with the razor sharp point of her arrow pricking his flesh, he had wisely chosen not to tell her off. A smile spreading over her face at his predicament, Huntress started to look back toward Catwoman when she was abruptly grabbed and then pulled from behind and into the grasp on two overly large men, the same men she thought she had seen upon her arrival to the lounge, which meant things were about to go even further south that they had been going only minutes before.
Huntress didn't resist the two lugs other than to keep them from making grabs for her mask, and though her arms were now held tightly behind her back - something that had not gone unnoticed by her former playmate that had just had an arrow to his neck at the table - a swift kick to the soft underside of his jaw stopped him from taking advantage of her momentary weakness, even as the crossbow fell from his hands to be covered by his fallen body.
"You do know how to show a girl a good time, Catwoman..., now if we can just call off the dogs."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 16:30:08 GMT -5
"Well, they're not exactly my dogs, but still..." The situation was going sour, and quickly. She didn't like it, nor the slow pace of Ozzie's own security. It was barely before the thought left her mind that security finally came into play, tazing the two men that had man-handled Huntress over the back of the booth. As the two goons fell to the floor, their hands were quickly zip-tied together. Huntress was gently placed back on her feet, one man overseeing the downed goons, the other going to deftly pluck the man off her crossbow and cart him off as well.
Detaching herself from the table, and mess of their would-be meal, she tsk'd several times, before glancing to Huntress. "Well. New table, or shall we head out?" ..and talk more about what the ever-living fuck just occurred.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 21:22:55 GMT -5
"I never said they were your dogs, Catwoman..., but the name seemed to fit them either way. Oh, and thank you, gentlemen. May I have the weapon back now?"
Holding out her right hand for the crossbow, Huntress waited patiently for the guard who had 'borrowed' it from her to hand it back, before she touched the collapsing mechanism and then slid the weapon back into its protective holster. Making as if to dust off her costume from the ever so one-sided fight, Huntress nodded her head in approval for the security's handling of the job, only to then look back at the table and the mess it had become.
It looked pretty much like any crime scene she had ever dealt with, except that this time around it wasn't a crime scene, though to her way of thinking, the man's face half buried in her shrimp was indeed a crime. She had been looking forward to the delicacy and now she would have to order another plate of the meal, that was if she could bring herself to even think of that exquisite-looking food without the man's face plunged into it.
"Personally, I'd like to find out just how that dinner was supposed to taste..., and this time I think I'll order it without male face. I can see a table across the room that looks suitable for our tastes, or we could move to the private room, the one in theory hidden behind that full-length mirror over there, the one with the one-way glass so we could see out and they could not see in. But it's your choice, you're the host."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 22:41:27 GMT -5
She smirked as the guards handed the weapon back to the crime fighter, the mess of their table already being cleared away and picked up. One of the men mumbled to them that their order was already being replicated, and would await them at wherever they chose to sit down next. Shrugging lightly, Catwoman gestured either way.
"Keen of you to note the hidden mirror. But I'd rather another table. No point in backing down, even if there is another hit on you for whatever reason. After you. No doubt our meal will be out soon enough. This place has fantastic service." Smirking, she noticed that the bartender was already drawing up their drinks again, a waitress en route to the open table as well. As she stalked her way to the new table, she ignored the looks and mutterings given her way, her mind already contemplating why Huntress would have thugs following her, why she wouldn't have them following her, and all the resulting scenarios.
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