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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 17:54:05 GMT -5
Rooster was about to say something to Gordon when Lex Luthor walked up. She was in a very nice gown with the color palette of a peacock. Over her eye was one of her more finely made eye patches. She let a wry smirk flow across her lips at the sight of Lex. "Mr. Luthor, you look quite strapping yourself. A surprise for me? Well, I hope you don't enjoy yourself too much, tonight. Let's have a drink in a little while?" Rooster watched him go and did her best to repress the comment she wanted to make under her breath. She looked back to Gordon. "Commissioner, I think I'll walk stag, sugga." And with that she moved on, coming upon Cobblepot on her way to Selina. "Ah, Mr. Cobblepot, good to see you." After that conversation she moved on to Selina finally and smirked. "Its a bit of work to get to finding you, girl, how it be?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 21:09:45 GMT -5
If he hadn’t have been rudely interrupted, he would have handled the red heads defiance appropriately. To think that even after losing air around him, she still had the gall to deny him his request was absolutely absurd. This woman was beginning to frustrate him to no ends. He couldn’t be asking for something horrendous, so he didn’t understand why she was so determine to be so difficult. Of course, he couldn’t deal with that riddle at the moment when the blond had appeared.
To his surprised, Summer glued her form to him appropriately. Her hand on his chest caused him to blink in uncertainty. It was unlike her annoying self he was becoming accustomed too. He found himself glancing down at the young frame held close to his own. She was that perfect height that seemed to fit to him like puzzle pieces linking. He tried not to focus too much thought to how her chest seemed to press into him with each heavy breath she took.
The two women obviously did not enjoy one another’s companies. Even without his genius deductive skills, he could have figured that out. It felt like he was being caught between two stray cats fighting over the saucer of milk that had been left out on the ledge. Hissing and tension as the words spewed from each of their mouths.
Edward’s brows furrowed ever slightly. If Vicki didn’t like the young red head, why had she taken such initiative to interrupt their current business predicament? Ah yes, jealousy. Women were certainly painfully predicable, including their exaggerated thoughts. He smirked, almost finding the whole situation ridiculous. Edward knew he was an attractive man, but it was somewhat funny to be fought over by two reporters, who certainly have both done reports on some of his more interesting riddles (as in Death Traps). Then again, he didn’t think the young woman was attempting to seduce him, if she was, she wouldn’t be such a pain in his ass. Either way, it was further proof that his name was being drugged in the sludge. People should be afraid of him. They should respect him. After all, he was the smartest man living in Gotham. Instead, he was being treated like an idiotic high school football player. The women were either seeing him as a worthless piece of meat or they truly were so easily manipulated with his charm.
Women are fools, no wonder sexism still exist. He chuckled to himself as his own thought, but failed to share with the two women. He knew how ridiculously loud women became when sexism was brought up.
Vicki came forward, and his eyes followed hers. It was easy to see where her mind was, full of lustful thoughts. He should consider wearing grey instead of green more often, with all the women trying to undress him with their eyes. He caught the insult towards the red head in the flirtatious comment to him. Ah, the claws are coming out. How entertaining…if it wasn’t so inconvenient. Her lips then pressed to his cheek, as she referenced their last encounter. If he remembered correctly (which he always did), Vicki had not been pleased with him in that elevator.
“I don’t take no to anything, especially if it’s in regards to something I want,” he commented, as if it was obvious. He saw the journalist, turning to leave them, and his mind was about to turn back to the predicament he had at hand, but then a loud squeal sounded around them. His body physically flinched, as if a gunshot had just gone off. He focused back in surprise to see that the blonde’s dress was coming undone.
Edward had never been against women taking off their clothes for him, but this wasn’t exactly how he meant it. More importantly, she was trying to pull the red head away from him. His eyes narrowed into suspicion. He never believed in coincidence. Most would call it paranoia, but Edward never believed things just miraculously happen in the benefit of another. He suspected that Vicki had somehow undone her own dress. His hand squeezed Summer’s waist, as if suggesting not to even think about it.
He caught the tears in her eyes, and while the incident was certainly humiliating, it was hard to have sympathy for someone who had likely done this stunt on purpose. He let go of the young woman, stepping forward. “No reason to dramatize, dear,” he said softly, walking behind her, “You would look fine without it, at the very least, but this is an easy fix.”
He took the back of her dress, holding it together, as he slid the zipper back up to the top to hold her in. The zipper was broken and would likely slip down again, but he hardly considered this a difficult riddle. He held the dress up as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the paper clip that was holding his blank check for the auction with his alias business card. He linked the paper clip into the zipper, bending it into the dress, like he was sewing with metal. Once it was securely linked, he let her hair fall down, hiding the little distraction. “All fixed, not a strand out of place,” he smirked, pleased with himself, “After all, I thrive for perfection.” He chuckled, and then glanced back to make certain the little red head hadn’t bolted off. If she had, he would find her, and it would be quite a bit worse than a slip into unconsciousness.
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Mar 24, 2014 23:19:35 GMT -5
There certainly were a row of ducks that just got their feathers ruffled a wee bit when Barbara turned around. Mmmm Mmmm, finding himself met with that winning smile. Someone please tell him a better way to be shot, because right now he couldn't find another and frankly didn't want. Simply all he could was return the smile, though he doubted it even remotely levelled up. No, not when she had such captivating eyes. Feeling them cascade, certainly wasn't bad thing to feel. Not that it entirely brushing up his ego. No, Roy Harper was certainly 'humble'. Carefree. Free spirit, however you wanted to spin it. Just well in a suit, tailored and from the compliment he looked good. With such a compliment and such cute coloured cheeks. She really was a sweet sweet girl. Roy graced at Barbara's hand with a potential charming kiss and perhaps a little wiggle of his eyebrows. She was as cool as she was sweet. Breathtaking in the beautiful subtle way and of course brains. There was certainly something about a woman could beat you chess and various other things. Then of course he probably was just bad at chess, not just on purpose. Date? He wished, or maybe not. This was a good place to go when you were single.
"Lucky for you, I don't have a date… My arm is free to take, milady… Anytime!"
There was little need to dance around that as simply Roy relayed he was in fact solo, well apart from arriving with Dick and Starfire, but well he no. He wasn't going to be the third wheel. How in the world was that fun? Especially with the whole. I love you, no I love you more, no i love you more routine. Well it wasn't exactly that, but pretty darn close. There is stood out more when you were single and a little lonely. Ok, Roy wasn't always lonely, but ok yes he was. Inside, not that he was pouting from the inside. He was a man after all. A charming man, hopefully. Women deserved to be treated special. There really was no loop around that. As Roy delayed sincerely and of course a little playfully that his arm was free. If she ever needed tonight or maybe after. Although lets not jump to conclusions. Roy smirked when she mentioned 'Social'… Well, that certainly was one way. His eyes watched the glass. The youth today.
"It can… I strongly think you just need you to be social… I can't say I'm bored… Of course with such captivating eyes and beautiful smile, makes it utterly impossible… I do hope you come find me. Don't worry, I know how to lead."
Roy trailed simply and sincerely. Certainly wasn't a lie and if anyone was gonna know it was someone with vast experience with alcohol. Vast, vast. Thus he was going the safe road tonight and hopefully forever, one step at a time. Though he really couldn't see how she needed anything else to really be social or a talking point. Perhaps she was a little more reserved, that was hardly thing to turn away from. Just means there was more there to discover. To unravel, if of course she wanted to be unraveled. She was instead so sweetly beautiful. Who ever it would be. Would be lucky like they've never been before. As Roy sipped at his drink and was honest in his playful words. He wasn't bored. Not even in the slightest by her company. Before of course pulling out his charm. Natural charm, but it wasn't hard when you had such real beauty before you. Natural and captivating. Hmmm, not how could he lose focus. As he lightly cupped her chin, but remained the respectable distance. Just subtle tender closeness. Try to grab and take, it usually ended up in a rushing mess… Though unfortunately he did have to leave her… For now. Greet the hosts. It would be the polite thing to do, but luckily for them they had the whole night. Who knows, maybe if down to fate. Who knows what will happen. Roy certainly could put somethings up for chance, though he couldn't be a complete fool. As he sincerely added he'd hope she'd find him, it certainly isn't fun being completely one sided. There was nod at his offer to dance, but he felt the hesitation in her eyes. Whether it was hunch or not, if she just wasn't much of a dancer or simply nervous. Whatever reason it maybe that caused her to feel less on a dance floor. Roy entrusted that if she did choose, then she needed worry about any of it. He could take care it. Confidently he did know how to lead. A great dancer? That was another thing entirely, but more often it was about what you got out of it, rather than what you put into it… With his little drink in hand Roy met up it seemed with Starfire and Dick with meeting the hosts. First up. Lex. Hmmm, yep he should have know with the lack of hair and stern composure. Roy extended his hand to shake, but it seemed Lex merely nods? Right.
"Brought something? Oh, yes… Dick Grayson. He's a great date . He certainly knows how to put out… Don't you love? Thank-you sir, we will thoroughly enjoy ourselves. "
Roy lightly questioned. No doubt he probably meant his guitar. That certainly would suggest he was observing. Good for him. Although he's be eyeing him, if this meant he had any desire to put his hands on it. Roy didn't want to even guess where they had been. Though at the shifting attention to Dick, well yes Roy could also be faulted for bringing him along as well. As Roy grinned amusingly. Joked he was his date, if it really wasn't obvious. Putting his arm around the handsome former boy wonder. All dressed to the nines in his suit, well almost to the nines, Roy would have to say it was more closer to the four. Patted Dick's chest a little in chest he puts out, not that he knew, but well it wasn't a stretch. Before laughing off softly. He knew that was pulling at his leg. Awkward. Well, it was expected. Before gratefully thanking Lex. Fun, certainly was going to happen. All though Dick was hardly the life of party, but anything could happen. Soon as the couple moved off. Departed from the hosts. Roy was left a little more one on one with Selina it would seem. Well, almost the appropriate one on one, but it would do. Grazing her beautiful hand with his lips. Hmmm and breathing in her sweet sultry scent. Intoxicating. Hmmm, it just got better. Hearing her say his name. Really rolled of her, tongue. In such a way. He certainly liked. He could almost play it on repeat in his head. He smirked handsomely at her words. At her question. To which he more took as a personal request. Hmmm. Delighted. Even with a crowd. You cannot hide true special wonders in the world.
"I am, milady. Whenever you want me. Put me to work! It would undoubtedly be my pleasure… To entertain the people of Gotham and especially you!"
No hesitation in Roy's response. He was always ready to perform, but surely Selina would already know that. As his dark eyes lingered to her own. As his hand remained holding hers tenderly. Subtly. With no harm. Being precise with his wordings. His eyes lingered regarding putting him to work, hmmm he could defiantly think of a worse person to take such direction from. No, he almost sure he didn't almost, anything she asked or at least try. Attempt. Though usually when put his mind to something or simply his hands, he's successful. To the finer details. Take that however you wished. However Selina wished, more importantly. As his thumb grazed. Rubbed ever so tenderly where his lips laid. His lips shone a smile, charming and sincere. He would do all in his power. Ability to entertain her, as well as of course Gotham. With a subtle flash of his smile. Let go of her hand just as tenderly as he had taken it. It had been utterly his honour and she deserved more. Much more… Eyes lingered a little more. She certainly was as breathtaking in person. Before he unfortunately had to move along. Allow others to greet such a wonder. Taking drink in hand. Now what? Taking a sip of his drink. Turned his head to catch Bruce… Diana… Ok, now that was awkward. He got that sticky feeling in his gut, seemingly he couldn't run away from it for long. Felt the many tears in the past, caught like a ghost in the corners of his eyes. Reminder. Reminders. He could, but he couldn't just walk off. Instead he stood his ground enough to offer some light greeting to Diana. Acknowledge her, but were they really wanting to sit down and talk right now? Somehow he knew it was inevitable. With a wave. Perhaps a smile. Even a nod. Flash of his eyes. There was some understanding extended to her, but the pain was still there… More than the shear awkwardness as to why he was here with Bruce, but it was a lesser thing. Before he mingled through the coward and potentially losing himself. Besides it wasn't long before Kory spotted Diana. Saved. In a manner of speaking.
"Hey… Were you looking for me? I'm Roy… You look a little flush, milady… Are you ok?"
In Roy's attempt to mingle through the crowd, he seemed to almost bump into. Least he hoped it was remotely on purpose, by the familiar red head, Summer. A little added beam came to his lips, but subtly from acknowledgement, though it was the downside of this life. She probably couldn't recognise him. It was in ways better that she didn't connect the dots as much as some don't like it. Not far from the man in green and the blonde in almost falling rainbows, but well that had hardly caught Roy's attention. Surprising as that it. Reaching out his hand gently introducing himself, again technically. Speaking to her tenderly, softly and a little nervously. Where there had been caught memories, they had now for the time, been put aside. Particularly with such big beautiful eyes. Though was something a little off, he couldn't be too sure. As his eyes wandered over her pretty little head and asked if she was ok.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 18:28:17 GMT -5
Summer Gleeson may have been the one with the television show, but Vicki Vale was the one who deserved an academy award for her performance with the wardrobe malfunction. Yes, she had sabotaged her own dress to run interference for Summer, but her scheme hadn’t worked. As Edward Nigma fixed her zipper, Vicki gave the frozen-in-place TV reporter a stern “Why did I even bother?” look. It seemed Edward had a hidden agenda that he was going to accomplish, no matter who “rudely” interrupted.
When Roy Harper appeared on the scene to talk to Summer, Vicki excused herself. “Have a good time, gentlemen,” she told Edward and Roy. “Thanks for coming to my rescue, Edward. I owe you one.” Then she turned to Summer and said, “Summer, I’ll look for you on the news, dear.”
As she walked away, Vicki hoped Summer wouldn’t be the news the next morning. That very thought made her think of Dr. Nina Stenet. She wondered how Shawty was doing.
When Vicki finally reached the reception desk in the main lobby, she was surprised that Ethan Young had left her a message there. Actually, it was a sealed letter. She prayed to God it wasn’t a “Dear Vicki” Letter.
Opening it, she began reading:
“Dear, Vicki . . .”
Oh. My. God.
After reading the letter, Vicki folded it up and handed it to the receptionist. “Could you please hold on to this for me?” she asked politely. “I’ll return for it later.”
As Vicki made her way back to the Fire Section, she tried to take her mind off Ethan. She wasn’t going to let anything ruin her good time this evening -- not even being dumped by her boyfriend. Bastard.
Moments later, Vicki found Tim Drake. She greeted him with a smile and a wave.
“Hey there, cutie! I’m ready for that dance now. See? I didn't forget you. Are you busy?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 21:17:14 GMT -5
If there was anything on her face that portrayed she was uncomfortable, it might have had something to do with Vicki leering closer in order to kiss Edward – while summer was still on his hip and his arm wrapped threateningly around her waist. While she was a fan of personal space, her face was literally inches away from both of theirs, making her question why the woman went out of the way to kiss him when was glued to Summer’s side. When the blonde suggested he save her a dance, her ears perked up. “Oh, don’t mind me! Why don’t you two go ahead and dance now, I should really go check to make sure my staff is following the agenda I set out for them.” She removed her hand from his chest, though he didn’t seem to be releasing her. Summer wondered why the woman continued to linger, but she was actually relieved that she had seeing as it gave the young redhead a moment to catch her breath after his ruthless attempt to basically strangle her.
As the woman began to leave, Summer never thought she would be so sad to see the blonde turn to leave, biting her lip subtly as she turned. Almost suddenly, the woman’s dress seemed to come undone, exposing her sun-kissed skin to the ballroom. Summer’s eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open slightly, unable to hide her shock. She actually felt bad for her, not only was that surely embarrassing to expose yourself to all of Gotham’s elite, but to have a dress made so poorly that the zipper would break in this huge of a function would be practically humiliating. Wondering if maybe it was intentional or that her dress was simply second-hand, Summer began to think that the blonde was actually attempting to help her! Convinced that she had played everything off very well to make it appear as though everything was fine, Summer moved forward to help her. While the pair didn’t exactly have the best track record, she couldn’t pass helping her. “Oh-here. Let me help-“ The redhead insisted as the woman’s eyes welled up with tears. However, Edward stepped in front of her, beating her to the punch.
With another threatening squeeze, she knew it was an order not for her to go anywhere, but the redhead was only more tempted to make a run for it. Despite how rude it might have appeared, Summer instantly turned on her heel, starting toward another section of the venue, only to be stopped several feet. She could still hear Vicki and Edward’s conversation, and a look of fear masked her features when he had effectively fixed her dress. The man who stopped her had a nice-white smile and twinkling eyes that reminded her of someone – but the redhead couldn’t put her finger on it. Though she wanted to hurry past him to distance herself even more so from Edward she didn’t want to look incredibly suspicious or seem rude. Instead, Summer flashed her award-winning smile up at him; a blush forming across her cheeks as she had nearly ran into him. She heard Vicki call to; informing her that she would look forward to seeing her on the news. Summer turned and flashed her a smile and wave to show she had heard her, though the redhead also swore under her breath. If she was parting from Edward, Summer knew it was only a matter of time before he came back for round too.
Though she tried to hide how nervous she blatantly was, she extended her own hand to Roy for an introduction. “Oh I'm so sorry, hello. I’m fine. I am just a little weary around fire.” She lied quickly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we have met. I am Summer Gleeson. It’s a pleasure!”
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Mar 26, 2014 2:14:23 GMT -5
There was vast cascade of crashing waves. Playing so shiftily. So calmingly and yet so rapidly against the cliff below. Lapping at the rocks. Taking inch, by inch and leaving so much behind. The chill flowed through the dusk sky, bringing with it the sea smell. Salty and ultimately relaxing. Despite the little mishap with the slip of Zahira's fingers. Her eyes could traced down, graze over the faint glimmer of glass, but it almost seemed to be washed away. With a gentle look from side to side, it seemed all but forgotten. Out of sight. Out of mind… Bringing darks hands to her dark arms, catching at the tingling, aches from the breeze. Shielding what Zahira could. There was little she could do about the little bare skin of her feet. So she spent just a short extra time, taking in the view. It certainly was something to see. A blanket of rumbling sea as far as the eyes could see. Really could put in perspectively, just how far some had come. How much further they had to go? For the most part kept her back to the party… The party? Shifted a turn of a head. So not her element, but took a breath. Entered more inside. Faces. So many faces. It wasn't long before someone came up. Perhaps just out of random curiosity.
Finding herself in a couple small conversations with locals. With the general sharing of questions. What's you're name and what do you do? Which of course led to some discussion after explaining she was a curator at the museum in Gotham. Zahira certainly had the answers and that certainly was easier enough for her. Perhaps even helped to get some interested to take a look at the museum, but occasionally people were just being nice in that regard. Who could really tell? It of course wasn't long before she was by herself again. In the crowd. Another drink offered, but she declined. She still had the bitter taste swirling around. Though did pick at couple of the appetisers. Certainly helped. As her dark eyes motioned. Caught glimpse of what seemed a malfunction of a dress of faired head woman. She couldn't say she was familiar, but the certainly the losing of the dress and distress over it. Caught her attention. Not entirely her business, but with the cry of help. Zahira certainly could. She knew her way around a needle and thread. Though it seemed in a matter of minutes. The dress was being fixed. Well, not properly, but taken care of? As Zahira even began to etch forward and soon the blonde brushed by her. So much for even attempting offer. Oh well. Not Zahira's problem then. Looking about seemed many were flocking in the direction. Feeling the vibrations of footsteps. The fire section it appeared. From what she could glimpse. With the high suggestion of warmth. Zahira certainly was enticed. Following shortly behind a few other people.
Eyes catching the last of the water acrobatics. Feeling the last few moments of the cooler air and soon as Zahira entered through the Fire section. She was indeed hit with more warmth and a little more circulation. Breathed a relaxing breath. As her dark eyes moved across the open bar. Nightclub. Dance floor. It was certainly another new thing for her. Grand. Intriguing. Looked around as more seemed to flow in, perhaps not as filled as it was going to be. Not a lot of dancing just yet, perhaps. Then again, even though Zahira danced. Loved dancing in a way to train, but on a dance floor? That was something different. Hmmm, least not yet. Then again it seemed you needed a partner in such a thing. A partner she didn't exactly have, nor was she seeking for one. Least not that she was aware of. Find conversation? Her eyes flashed to the people, but she flashed away. Instead, spotted the bar. Perhaps she could find a drink more to her liking. Approaching the bar in decent ease with her silver toned long gown. Hanging off one shoulder. "What would you like, Miss?" Came the voice from the bartender behind the bar as Zahira reached the bar. Taking not much notice of who maybe sitting here. As she contemplated her decision. She wasn't exactly as knowledgable with drinks here, still. Perhaps there was a chance of a drink she was more custom to in Egypt. What are the chances? Worth a try and she was certainly seeking something more sweet and warm. "Would you happen to be able to make a Sahlab? Please?" Zahira asked, taking the gamble… A gamble it seemed to pay off. Even though not on the menu list, the bartender knew how to make it. Make it well? Zahira would have to wait and see, but she wasn't overly picky. Scooting herself easily enough upon the free barstool to her right as she waited. Perhaps this would be a good spot. As she eyed back a little around the room. Really a fish out of water. Spotting the familiar man also at the bar, it could seem. Offered half a smile, as her drink was ready. Placed out in front of her. White and still a little steamy. It wasn't exactly a cold drink. It was ideal for the wintery season. Bringing the warm glass to her nose. Breathed in the sweet, warm aroma. Hmmm, a little like home!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 16:54:40 GMT -5
When he heard the squeal, Rowdy didn’t have to look around to know who it was. In fact, he didn’t even budge or flinch in any way. He just sat quietly at the bar with droopy eyelids and enjoyed his drink.
“Way to go, Miss Vale!” he cheered somberly to himself. "Woo Hoo!" Then he grimaced. “When will you ever learn, Vee?”
Rowdy wasn’t curious as to what was happening either because he already knew, thanks to his telepathy. Yes, he had been right there with Vicki the entire time. He shook his head disappointedly. If Summer Gleeson wanted to hang out with a bad boy like Edward Nigma, that was her choice, and if anything happened to her, it was her own fault, not anybody else’s. Rowdy never understood why Vicki always sacrificed herself for other people. Why should she care about them? They certainly didn’t give a damn about her. What had she been thinking? Oh, yeah. He already knew that. He made a mental note to talk to Vicki about it later.
A moment later, Rowdy looked up and was surprised to see Zahira Ormarr sitting a few bar stools away. He loved her exotic, dark eyes, but he figured by the way she was looking around -- seemingly taking in everything all at once -- that she was blind as a bat.
With a smile, Rowdy waved to her. “Hello, Zahira Ormarr!” he called. He loved the sound of her full name. “It’s nice to see you again! It figures that a curator of a museum in Gotham City would be invited to this fancy shindig. What? No date? Say it isn't so! Someone as beautiful as yourself shouldn’t be alone on such a festive evening! It’s just plain wrong!”
Rowdy thought the same about himself being stag and smirked as he ordered another grape soda.
“I’ve been looking forward to you visiting my nightclub,” he continued, standing and closing the distance between them, “but you haven’t showed yet. What’s up with that? You been busy or something?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 19:59:18 GMT -5
The whirl of conversation, the movement of guests, Bruce Wayne never liked this type of playing field. He could fake the foppish stereotype well enough but between the glitzy surroundings of high society and the dark alleys and stark rooftops of Gotham City, he knew where he would rather be. He remembered the rush of parties as a child, his parents had always been more inclined to them, celebrations at Stately Wayne Manor and parties of muted colors and older songs. His childhood had been happy in a way, with color and energy like this party, but the color had gone out of his life with a bright flash in an instant. The last color Bruce saw with any vibrancy was in the expanding pools of vibrant red that once gave life to his parents. In some ways Bruce never left that alleyway and if he were more inclined towards self reflection he might consider that a reason that he felt so comfortable among the roofs and grit of a city decayed. Striking from behind a symbol, remaining in the place he could never leave. Every man goes through a crucible and is transformed in one of three ways. Some are purified, and return stronger for their experiences. Others have their imperfections drawn to the surface where it poisons the world around them. But then there were the third sort, who remained in their crucible, who clung to it out of demented familiarity. When all one knew was pain, it was comforting to cling to such places. When one resided only in the darkness and the shadows, then the lights and the colors did nothing but burn. But Bruce Wayne was made of more reliable stuff, he wore his masks well, and always, never showing that true self underneath. He wore the masks he crafted in life, a parody of what he saw as normal human activity. He smiled at Diana for a while saying “I hope you’re enjoying yourself here. I absolutely knew you’d be the dame of the ball. I bet it’s strange to be the center of so much attention.” He glanced in the direction of Nigma, interfering with Gleeson. He’d keep an eye on it there, but then catching his eye, Lex Luthor with arm around Selina. He felt that twinge inside. A strange twist of the chest, a shake of the hand, these feelings struck suddenly and out of nowhere. He looked at the two of them for a moment, and then smiled at Diana saying “Excuse me a moment. I’ll be right back.” He smiled at her, and then started to walk away, moving towards the two of them. Not quite certain what to say. Instead he finds himself moving past the commissioner, silently, near Eddie quietly. He approached Gordon and noted Bullock nearby. He smiled at the two of them and said “Commissioner Gordon, Detective Bullock. What do you think of this entire thing?” He glanced again at Selina Kyle, then back to Bullock and Gordon.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 20:07:15 GMT -5
There is quite a bit going on. She is keen on what Edward is doing, and she watches as him and Summer go wander off. She turns away to chat with another guest for a few moments, and takes a flute of champagne to pass the time as another trio takes her time for a while. She notes Vicki joining in the festivities in the corner, caring, yet not. She'd be notified if there was an issue; either by Luthor, or their security detail.
She was about to turn when a flash of teal, salmon, and white fills her view. Her eyes light up and she drops the 'hostess' guise for a bit while her arms wrap around him. Rolling her eyes, she returns the kisses on both of his cheeks, her thumbs smoothing back his hair slightly as she pulls away from him.
"Nice outfit, you know. At least when I know there is a disturbance, I'll be able to know who's guilty of starting it." She clicks her tongue at him, gazing around at everything. "I had help, but I try to meet expectations, you know. Did you see this?" She shows off her new baubles, the bracelet set with the emerald stone on her right wrist, the only other piece of jewelry on that hand is the delicate ring on her ring finger.
She fusses with his pocket square a moment before laughing lightly. "I still can't believe you wore this. There is a block of rooms reserved for afterwards. Renee, Bivins, a few others are taking up the offer. You can too, if you want." She adds.
After talking with Theo a bit, Selina finally is able to wrangle her way into speaking with Rooster. She had been able to snag a few appetizers before spotting the woman, hopefully keeping the liquor balanced in her system.
A bright smile is on her lips as she embrasses the club-owner. "I've heard that! A lot of people to see, talk too, all that. And I would have through the green would help me stand out!" She admires Rooster's dress, glad to see her cleaned up. And knowing that if things do to bad, she knows someone will have her back. "Did you see what Harvey wore? Honestly." She's teasing, but can't help but realize it's entirely something he would wear. "But your outfit is amazing. Such vibrant colors. Where did you get it?"
She notices the man in silver glancing her way, and is slightly distracted. She'll have to connect with Bruce at some point, among all the others that slipped by her. She is still keeping an eye open for the detective in the lace dream, and a few fiery redheads.
Turning back to Beretta, Selina smiles, her hand going to the blonde's. "I guess we made it so far, even with your warning. My offer still stands as a backup. And Lex is on board. He told me you both had been out riding." She smiles again, glad to see two people she holds in high esteem are already contemporaries.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 23:13:31 GMT -5
Bivins smiled at Selina as she approached him, cheese in his mouth. "Mmrh Srmrmma. Mmm mrrve yrrr ppmps mmnght" He swallows and then says "Hey they got like a cheese platter and I can't even pronounce half the boozes here. I mean this one here, the Cheese Valley one, and the Chatty Noor. . . and this one doesn't taste like alcohol, it tastes like a chocolate cake! And there's cheese!"
He smiles as he offers the cheese to Selina and then watches Bruce Wayne wander away, leaving Diana alone. Oh my God, she's like an amazon princess. He's totally gotta try this one. He's been drinking and he's just gotta give it a go! He smiles as he looks at Selina for a moment. "Excuse me! I'm gonna go do something!" He clears his throat and grabs a glass of wine and then one for himself, walking straight towards the Amazonian princess.
"Hey! I just saw you, and had to tell you. Of all the beautiful curves on your body, your smile is my favorite. Although I like your tits too. . . and your ass. . . and actually I might amend my previous statement, your ass is my favorite curve. " He offers her the extra glass of wine and then clinks his glass against hers. "But I also like your smile in addition to the everything else!" He smiles at her. "I'm Bivins."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 9:27:50 GMT -5
She'd passed by the cheese table, quite impressed by Lex's choice of liquors, and her choice of caterer. Smiling at Bivins, she's partially able to make out what he's saying, winking to him in return.
It'd be a shame to not take a moment to admire the fine setup, how things are tiered and placed, everything accessible, chilled, and staff ready, willing and able to serve both food, and beverage. Bivins of course was right on about the liquor; the selection is fantastic, a bottle from a different region to support each offering of cheese or other appetizer. Her eyes scan the bottles until she happens upon one, this 'Chatty Noor' he spoke of, and requests a small taste. Not a glass, but a small pour that she is able to try. It's a robust wine. Red. Fruity, but with a faint bite to it's finish. She can't help but try to pin the taste, as if she's had it before. Handing back the empty wine glass, she's not quite able to ask the label before another guest is clamoring for her attention.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 20:00:37 GMT -5
As they mingled with other guests in the Fire Section, Diana felt like a trophy wife on Bruce Wayne's arm. Most of the people who spoke to her were total strangers, and as they introduced themselves, Diana tried to put a name with a face for future reference.
Diana smiled at Bruce when he asked her if she was enjoying herself. “I am having a good time so far,” she admitted, “thanks to you, Bruce. I am a princess. I am used to being the center of attention. This party reminds me of the extravagant feasts given in honor of the royal court on Themyscira, except there are males in attendance.”
Most men made Diana uncomfortable, but she did not feel threatened in this environment. She felt very safe with Bruce at her side.
When Bruce excused himself to work the room alone, Diana took a seat and waited for him on one of the cushioned benches located along the parameter of the large room. Thankfully, she wasn't as nervous now as she'd been when she first arrived. Actually, she welcomed a rest period from smiling and entertaining anyone with her presence.
After making herself comfortable on the bench, Diana looked around the room and admired some of the guests. She saw Koriand'r -- Who could miss her? -- and Roy Harper in the distance. They made her think of her sister, Donna. She hoped Dick Grayson was in attendance as well, so she could speak to him later. Then she saw Bruce talking with the beautiful Selina Kyle, Commissioner Gordon, and some other man in an odd-looking outfit, which was Harvey Bullock. Bullock's clothing did seem a little strange, but Diana didn't see it as a bad thing. She thought if the man wanted to stand out in the crowd, he certainly was dressed appropriately for it.
As passersby waved to her, Diana returned their smiles, but she was getting tired of playing social games. Although she was an ambassador for the Amazons, she hated politics and political correctness. Oh, how she wished someone would walk up to her and just say what was on their mind. Sometimes Diana thought it would be so refreshing if someone treated her like an average person instead of a pampered princess.
Suddenly, Diana saw someone approaching. The lanky man had a smile on his face and a glass of wine in each hand. She blinked when he invaded her personal space and began speaking without any inhibitions whatsoever. Her eyes widened when he talked about her smile, her body, and his favorite curve. She couldn’t tell if he was intoxicated or not, but she found him quite amusing. Then he handed her one of the wine glasses and clinked glasses with her.
Now Diana spoke fluent Greek on Paradise Island. The English language was still new to her, and she didn't understand all the jargon and vernacular associated with it. When the man had finished introducing himself, Diana smiled and tried to repay the compliment he had given her.
"I think you have a nice ass, too, Bivins," she replied, caressing his cheek softly with her right hand while brushing cheese crumbs out of the left corner of his mouth with her thumb. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Please call me Diana.”
Diana stopped to study Bivins’ features for a moment, noting his frizzed hair and his large nose. His glasses reminded her of her own glasses that she wore in her secret identity. Although he was average looking, she was smitten with his unique personality.
“Tell me more about yourself, Bivins,” she said. “Is ‘Bivins’ your first name or your surname? Are you a fan of Wonder Woman? Is that why you came seeking my audience?”
From the look on Diana's face, she was unmistakeably taken with Bivins.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 8:11:36 GMT -5
Lex Luthor smiled as he moved away from Selina to begin to mingle again, he whispered something into her ear before he went, glancing at Bruce Wayne again, then stepping away. His watch blinked green with that question mark again and there was a pleasant ding sound.
Cracking his neck, he touched his wrist and whispered quietly. The visuocomputational static embedded in the holograms and triggered by Program Beta should have done their work by now. The background images would be processed, and of course by this point they'd have done some of their work.
He whispered again into the watch, "EN Message-MFG1" A quick little message to Eddie Nigma's ocular computerized system with a quick text saying he's glad that Nigma's enjoying himself, and stating that he'd be in the fire area for a while, the time of the speech, and then the times afterwards that he was free. A short and brief itinerary, courtesy of Lex Luthor.
With that, he started to walk towards Ms. Blaze. "I'm glad you could make it. The dress suits you, honestly." He smiled at her and then ordered a drink from the bar. "The special one. The Glenfiddich" The bottle was taken out from a case, unlocked. Older, the label was slightly faded, but showed a 1937 label. He smiled as he opened the top and poured a glass for himself, and one for Rooster saying "It took a bit of work to find this one. Only 61 bottles were ever made, you see. It was only bottled in 2001, aged in walnut in the back room of the distillery, under the watchful eye of ten consecutive warehouse managers."
He smiled as he said "A small apertif, perhaps. I have the good stuff for later." He takes a sip of it. It has hints of cedar and cinnamon, cloves and toffee. It's a rich walnut color, the same color as the barrel that housed it, lets it roll over the tongue. "It's not a bad drink." He winks at her and says "Feel free to share the remainder with anyone you like. I understand that Detective Bullock and Ms. Kyle might enjoy it. Or we can keep it for ourselves. Really, that's up to you." He smiled at her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 19:17:41 GMT -5
Harvey looked to Bruce, the three ladies surrounding him not even giving Bruce a second glance as their deft fingers were finding purchase on Harvey's chest, torso, shoulders, and back. He tried not to look surprised when his backside was groped.
"Not bad, not bad at all. I think I'm popular for some reason. The ladies giggled.
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Harvey smirked at Selina sheepishly.
"Baby, I am the trouble."
He looked at all her fine jewelry. Despite recent events, Harvey still loved the girl. Though, he did wonder if she had stolen all the jewelry."
After some chit chat and getting with Selina Harvey spotted Charlotte, the teenager whom he would be legal guardian to were anything to ever happen to Selina. He walked over to her but she turned fairly fast and ran right into Harvey. He stepped back to avoid knocking her down and steadied himself as well as her by placing hands on her shoulders. His hands were heavy, but weary of being too heavy on her little shoulders.
"Hey, look at you, man... you clean up real nice, kiddo. How's it hang on ya, kit?"
Harvey was more than a little impressed with how grown up the teenager looked. It made him think of his youngest sister, Laverne. She looked a lot like her at that age. Harvey had a moment of deja vous.
"You know, you shouldn't look this good all the time or bozos'll never shut up and stop botherin' ya. Anyone bothers you tonight, lemme know, I'll make sure to imprint my ring on his nose, capiche?"
Harvey jiggled his hand at his wrist, bringing attention to the ring on his pinky.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 20:26:14 GMT -5
Rooster smirked a bit.
"Not sure, I just told my mother to pick me something. She's much better at this stuff than I am."
Rooster watched a few party guests around them then smiled to Selina at the mention of Lex. There was even a slight shade of red in them and it was not rouge.
"Yes. We tied a bet, too. He came by just a day or two ago, came and had a gander at my shop, had me go take gander at his. I think he has an... interest in my endeavors. Speak of the devil, I'll catch up with you in a bit. Great party, sug."
When Lex rounded toward Rooster she fell into step beside him, taking hold of his bicep as they walked to the bar. She simply listened to him as he spoke of how she looked, the liquor and the possibility of sharing it. She picked up the glass and held it up to him before tasting it.
"Well, you know, you don't look to bad in that tuxedo, but I think I'd rather see you in work clothes."
She tried the drink, getting a good noseful of the aromatics just before it hit her tongue. After swallowing she took a moment to assess it and finally gave a nod to Lex.
"Walnut barrel, distillery tastes like it was in the north east."
Rooster knew alcohol well. She was a talented connoisseur.
"I suppose we could share it with them, but ain't in rush, baby."
She had a playfulness in her voice and expression he had not yet been afforded. The flirt had returned in a more full and supple fashion this evening.
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