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“We all fight for different things. But we all still fight."
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Post by Roy Harper - Arsenal on Mar 2, 2014 6:20:03 GMT -5
There certainly hadn't been a lot of time wasted before Roy slipped from Kory and Dick or should he technically say Starfire and Dick, hmmm? Slipped away moments after entering the beyond flashy venue, last thing he really needed to be was a third wheel, even though he had been upon arrival, but hopefully leaving will be a little different. Heck, there was a good chance the red suit would come a calling. Wouldn't he be leaving in style then? As Roy approached the nice, somewhat trustable men when checking in his guitar case. It certainly was a reluctant handing over his baby. You never really know with these kinda gigs, heck really in any occasion. Of course there was going to be hell to pay if it doesn't come back in one piece or even at all. Eyeballing the man and the slip in his hand. With the man's name. Mentally remembering that in stone.
"Now don't go and get all grabby with my guitar. Be gentle… If something goes wrong or there is even a dint, you'll be dealing with me… You got it? I'm watching you!"
As if Roy couldn't get his point across clearer, ok perhaps there was a part of hyping it up. He really the carefree and fun loving Roy, but still didn't want his guitar messed with. "Don't worry sir, it'll be safe" Don't worry? Hmmm maybe, maybe not. Roy did walk away, but not before he eyeballed the man a little. Eventually turning and turning more promptly to the night ahead of him. With a little tug at the collar of his blazer. Roy was certainly good to go. How he still managed to end up in shindigs like these without being somehow attached to Oliver, was certainly anyones guess, but yet here he was. He may dress more casually, but Roy certainly could pull off a decent suit. With just the added scarf tucked in, hmmm just to help keep him a little warm. Entering through the water element room, it would appear. Checking out the cool water feature. He certainly could dig the technology used. Some top notch stuff. Soon Roy found himself in the mingling area. The space certainly was lively with the arrivals. Also lively with drink offers. Oh, dude. These were tempting… So very very tempting. As again a perky polite waitress asked if Roy wanted a drink. Well, he certainly need an beverage, but…
"I'd love one, but I can't. I guess I'll take a mineral water though?"
Despite the temptation, Roy put his foot down. Either that or fear he didn't exactly want to cause a stray starbolt to go through the place. His fingers even danced at a glass, but resisted. After took a stab for a mineral water, not ideal, but hey. It would certainly save him going back a few steps. "Certainly, sir. Enjoy!" The waitress handed Roy politely, with a simply thanks back. Taking that sip. Bitter… Yeah, it was perfect, but hey it was refreshing at least. Looking around. Taking sight of the gathering. Looking for the familiar faces. Did catch Kory and Dick in the near distance, but more promptly a deep lusting shade of pink took his gaze a little from behind. Well, more the shapely beauty within the dress. Topped with the flaming red hair. Roy was almost sure he should have guessed, but until he motioned caught glimpse of her face. Was it then he realised it was indeed Barbara Gordon. Well, didn't she just grow and blossom. Whisking a smile upon his lips as he approached her. Whether or not she was as familiar with Dick's best buddy, Roy certainly knew Barbara. Well, enough, but clearly not as much as he had thought.
"Well, don't you look absolutely divine Barbara!"
Roy took that step, approached the young red haired and complimented her. Hmmm, she was defiantly shining tonight. Taking an extra stab and motioned to take her hand. Perhaps for a simple spin, because she truly was beautiful. Though the little quirk he caught in her eyes, perhaps she was a little out of her element and Roy certainly could attest to that. You just sort of hope to make your own fun with it and well. Roy could defiantly see Barbara trying to enjoy herself. Catching her grab for another glass of bubbly. Only not like the bubbly in his glass. Wasn't this a flip, as Roy took a sip of his and chuckled a little. Oh, no he wasn't going to bust her. Heck he pulled that move several… Best not to relive the many illegal things Roy had done. Save that for another time.
"Twist! It appears I'm the tame one tonight… I won't tell!"
Taking a step, giving her space, but remained certainly present. As Roy amusingly pointed out the obvious. Not that he was completely suggesting she was the wild one, but maybe there was a little bit. Roy smirked playfully, though ensured he wouldn't bust her. Who really was he to say no? He was sure she knew her control far more than he did. He always thought of her as the sensible kind, but perhaps there were more surprises than Roy could truly know. Offering up a simple wink. Roy caught glimpse of the host. He better go play nice to them. Introduce himself. Say hi. As Roy motioned off a few steps. Though not before pausing a little and turning back to Barbara.
"Though I wouldn't say no, if you'd like a dance? I'll, let you think on it… If you do… Come find me, pretty lady!"
Spoken with the upmost charm in Roy's deep rather cool voice. With an enticing little stare, glance in Barbara's eyes. As if she could almost be the only woman in the room. Suggesting, whilst also asking if she'd care for a dance, unless he would be super lucky and get more than one, but he figured why push his luck. Even if it was just dancing, for a little fun. Smiling subtly to allow her the space to choose, it was a possible stab in the dark, but could ultimately be worth it. Leaving the ball in her court. Roy slowly turned and headed the short distance to greet Lex. Offering up a decently manly shake of the hand, a little hi. How you doing? Before of course Roy was graced with the presence of Selina and her sultry beauty. It was certainly unmistakable.
"It is most certainly a pleasure and thank-you mostly kindly for the invitation… You are a radiant beauty, Miss Kyle! Please, call me Roy!"
Finally. The official meeting so it would seem. Roy motioned charming as ever for Selina's hand. Roy's fingers subtly underneath her own, grazing on the top of her fingers with his thumb. With a warm greeting and thank-you. Planting a kiss. Complimented on her unmistakable beauty. Grace and wonder. It was truly nice to meet with her one on one. How many times had he caught her claws on his cameras? He smirked to himself subtly before suggesting she'd call him Roy, it was a formal place sure, but they were almost personable? Right? Truly he would imagine one could tire from playing with creatures, as fun as he could imagine that could be. Roy was more a man with very good aim, especially with such creatures. With a lingered glance. Roy took his glass and continued on, least for now. Perhaps go check out the view.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2014 22:59:26 GMT -5
The masses parted about the absconding deputy director, but paid her little heed, by and large more intent on private remarks and repartee rather than the pithy indiscretion. The only eyes that met his were those of the indigo performers gamboling amongst the lintels
"Damn," Thorne mumbled, rubbing the set water stain with his thumb. Freshly pressed and barely lasted two hours. He gave his lapel a final, frustrated swipe with the paisley kerchief before stuffing it back in his breast pocket. "In addition to a few photos of her fraternizing with the zoning commissioner, remind me to send Ms. Finger next month's dry cleaning bill." Chick gave a curt nod.
He had lost track of the evening's host and hostess, likely hounded by any number of desperate devotees and kowtowing sycophants, and returned his attention to the crowd. Several passing guests elicited a flicker of familiarity – namely the slender gentleman in grey and the large man dressed like Rip Taylor's pocket lint – but it was increasingly apparent that he had been spending too much time in city hall commissions and back alley conclaves; he was out of touch, out of his element.
Thorne snagged a bacon-wrapped scallop off a passing platter as he considered his gauche impasse. The salty-sweetness of the appetizer whet his thirst and he set out amongst the masses, seeking a drink rather than cursory banter. A waiter passed several yards away, offering champagne to an elderly couple and a young woman with a mane of scarlet locks. He tilted his head, observing the girl’s youthful demeanor, her impish smile as she knocked back the flute and reached for another. She couldn't have been much more than eighteen.
"Chick." He jerked his chin towards her. "Get a few glamour shots of Ms. Lohan."
"You know who that is, boss?"
"Should I?" Thorne picked up and examined a schedule of events, keeping her just inside his field of view. A crimson Casanova seemed to recognize the girl, pausing a moment to tease.
"That's Gordon's daughter." The heavy held his finger to the side of his shades, a soft clicking emanating from the thick frames.
He shifted his jaw deliberately and took a sharp, shallow breath in contemplation. After a moment's consideration, Thorne nonchalantly snatched a flute of his own and slowly made his way toward the youth. She didn't seem to notice him until he was beside her.
"Begging your pardon, Miss Gordon." He held up his palm, a benign gesture. "Take it from one who knows, ease off on the bubbly." Thorne held his face steady and took a sip from his own glass. "Too much, too fast and the acid reflux kicks in something terrible."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 3:46:27 GMT -5
Bivins got out of the passenger side of the car, cheap suit, horrible tie, looking around as he waved at the crowds only for him to realize that nobody gave a damn. "Well, I suppose it was worth a try." He looked at Montoya for a moment coming out of the driver's seat of the car, then shrugged and said "This is a heck of a thing, Montoya. . . you think that Bullock's inside yet?"
He shrugged and started to make his way inside, looking at the water room, blinking at the acrobat. "Holy Las Vegas, Batman! You see that Montoya? Hey! Seriously! Look at that right there! It's amazing! That guy just did like a double backflip from a curtain. I think I saw these guys at Cirque, you ever hear the theory that they're all like assassins or something? Read it on Reddit, it's creepy." He looks around to see if there's anyone he recognizes, just sort of getting lost in the spectacle of the thing. And then, oh, my, God, Becky, Look at that cheese platter! It's so fancy it's got it's own tax bracket! He snatched a handful and pulled out a small evidence bag, slipping them in for later, then started to eat them.
"Oh my God! You gotta try this here cheese! Look at it! It's dripping with syllables! I bet they got a great booze collection here." He ducks down and passes by Barbara Gordon then smiles saying "Heya, um. . . Miss Gordon" He clears his throat and starts to try to behave a bit before the Boss's daughter, then heads towards the bar and excitedly says "Sweet! I can't even pronounce this one!"
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Post by Zahira Ormarr - Black Serpent on Mar 5, 2014 19:00:58 GMT -5
The drive to the gala had been a decent journey, especially when coming from the south end of the city all the way to the north, but thankfully with the limo provided Zahira needed worry less about how to get there. Though never really experiencing a limo was possibly something to worry about. She didn't even have a car and now Zahira found herself in a limo that could certainly fill more than one car. All for one person certainly seemed a lot of car, but a couple other people from the museum were also picked up along the way. With minor chatter. With a little bubbly, but Zahira turned it down. Least for now, but really there was little desire to taste it. Soon after a rather smooth ride, the limo pulled up outside the venue. It was certainly a venue of venues. This is coming from someone that didn't often do formal events, save those within the museum, but even then… It seemed different, perhaps because it was work related… This was sort of a well. As Zahira followed the flock of people and frocks to the entrance door. It certainly was looming and huge. The crisp air certainly played waves against Zahira's skin, but she bared it. Zahira waste little time entering and getting inside. From here, she separated from co-workers. Because besides for the work, this was also meant to be a social thing. Zahira couldn't say she really knew many of the faces. Maybe a little if any visited the museum, but that was about it.
Getting in seemed to be a breeze. Zahira walked through into the first section. The water section, coming through the entryway. There was certainly an interest in this whole four element kind of theme… Although upon first feel, though there was a little heat, but it was still a cool room. Zahira was certainly looking forward to getting to the fire section, but she didn't pick up her haste yet. Rather admire the lump of the water feature in the centre. The manmade waterfall, she presumed. With the feeling of being surrounded by water. Played out a dark hand to the water trickling down that she could quite touch. It was certainly soothing, she'd give it that, but there was a difference of feeling and being under water. This certainly got close enough. With the low dimmed setting lights, it played dark shimming shadows against Zahira dress. It wasn't grand, as Zahira did peak a little at the other people in the Gala, but it was classy. A simple statement, thats all she needed to make tonight. It certainly was not at all about her and she preferred to not be a focal point, though it was a step up from all her black attire. Like a liquid silver, perhaps slithered a little against her skin. Taking herself in stride and moved into the mingling area. Embraced by such light. Such air. With windows cascading around the space. From coming from such a darkened space, this was certainly the lighter side. The natural lighter side. Even just from the glimpse, Zahira was liking this room. Simply from the view. It certainly was something. Perhaps no view of sand or pyramids, but of an ocean. Spread out side, with the never ending feel. Tranquillity was certainly the best way to describe the room. The space. Before noting of course the mingling crowd. The meeting and greeting between people. Though she honestly could say she knew who the host were not by face, but following the general line to two particular faces. It wasn't a wild guess from there and of course the over hearing of names certainly helped. Zahira took the few moments to greet them and to introducing herself, thanking them for the invitation politely. Shortly after stepping away did a waiter come up offering beverages. Champagne! Zahira certainly contemplated, but with the flourish of those around with such drinks. Zahira accepted and took the champagne glass stem in her hand. Bringing the rim to her nose, it certainly didn't smell appetising. Taking a small sip and felt her mouth sting. It was either a bad taste or it was a taste to get use to.
Taking the questionable drink in hand, Zahira was intrigued to check out the view more. Not that she had a great calling desire by the sea, well maybe a little. Who really doesn't? Stepping out of the inclosed mingling area and on to the little open balcony, that appeared to be as occupied. Zahira was also met with the crisp air again, added by the fact she did not wear sleeves, but she bore it enough. Just enough to enjoy the view. Though did come to rest a hand to the opposite arm, to help aid in with a little bit of warmth, to keep the goosebumps a little at bay. Standing a good couple inches from the edge. Bringing the glass again to her nose, the smell still continued to tickle her nose in the wrong way. Attempting at another sip, it was still not good. How did one drink this stuff? Or perhaps it just was her. With her reaction, her fingers shook, slipped a little and accidentally lost the glass. Falling like a lost cause over the edge of the balcony, most likely crumbling to pieces along the way. Smooth. Really smooth, Zahira blushed a little. Certainly no one is going to miss a glass in a sea of many many others.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 22:07:59 GMT -5
María Purísima, madre de mierda, how did I get talked into this?Of course, everyone on the M.C.U. is going to be here, socializing and schmoozing with the great and good of Gotham City. Dressed up like those Sin Rostros dolls, kitted out to the nines in sparkles and sharp lines and dangerous, deadly, untouchable curves. And practically faceless behind it, most of them. This isn't Renée Montoya's scene, and she is not comfortable in it. But she has to be here. Gordon made that clear to everyone. Christ, she han't even had a dress for it. She had to be taken out shopping by Harvey Bullock and Selina freaking Kyle, and of course mamá. They made her try on whole stores, and she could barely stand any of it. All of it so loose in some places and tight in others, frilled and complicated and impossible. It's all show. Renée likes showy, but... On other people. She's hopelessly lost in it. At least what she ended up wearing is a little closer to working for her. Of course, that's probably because it's custom. She balked at the price tags, even with Miss Kyle standing right behind her- And yes, it's still Miss Kyle, she's not used to calling her Selina even if Harvey is- but as always, family had a solution. The dress is a stunner, probably the nicest thing Renée's worn since she was 15. And it fits like it was made for her, because it was... Stitched together out of crisp imported off-white silk from a friend of a friend's shop, and the upper layer in mamá's treasured hundred-year-old lace. High neckline and barely any shoulder, skirt flowy to hide wide-heeled shoes, waist cinched expertly to suggest a better waist than she's actually got. Topping off the ensemble is her mother's prized necklace in eyecatching, glittery amber, the only color in the whole ensemble aside from the tan of her skin and the flushing of her cheeks. Keep it together.She snorts softly at Bivins' question. "Of course he is. He's probably wearing that ridiculous white jacket outfit of his and dancing on top of the bar by now." The idea isn't unusual for her, but the tone is unusually sharp. She mad at the kid? No, probably not. Just edgy. Anyway, she's quiet enough that Mr. Enthusiasm probably didn't even notice it. She follows him in (What else is she gonna do?), and falls silent. The scene is just... too overwhelming. The dancing lights of the water chamber... The stunning clothes and faces... The acrobat twisting and contorting his way up the silk scarves... Her eyes almost glaze over a little. Bivins snaps her back. He's a good kid. An oddball of epic proportions, of course, but a good kid. "Yeah, I don't think that one'll bear out, detective. France or wherever isn't Gotham. Assassins don't dress up like that unless you're around here." She slaps him gently on the shoulder. "Besides, don't talk like that in front of a cop. You'll get us all paranoid. I'm gonna have to start checking my windows for acrobats before I go to bed now, and I've only got venetian blinds."It's not clever. It might pass for clever, at least, with the kid. She turns her head before she can see Bivins starting to indulge, and keeps her eyes moving. Her first thought is to see if she can spot Miss Kyle and the man of the hour, but they're not in sight. Unless they're through that line of people making their way into the fire room. It's hard to keep from staring... Her eyes want to linger. But she should definitely not let herself ogle at an affair like this. Still, it's hard. Everyone is dressed up in enough wealth to BUY the little shithole apartment she rents. Still, she gets lucky. Her eyes fall on Babs Gordon. And SHE'S safe to look at. ... Especially considering the man she's standing next to. Renée doesn't exactly recognize him, but he does ring some kind of bell... and for some reason, looking at him with a teenager makes her a little uneasy. Bivins stops and gives her a cursory, stammery hello, before slipping off to the bar. Montoya stays behind. "Hey, red," she says, somewhere between sisterly and flirtily. "You lose the stick you use to beat men away? I could see if someone's got a spare." She gives a little glance and an edged little smile to Thorne.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2014 23:07:55 GMT -5
As she waited for Bruce Wayne to exit his vehicle and walk around to the passenger side, Princess Diana inhaled sharply a few times to calm herself. To say that she was a little nervous was an understatement. This Metropham Gala that she and Bruce were attending together had been on her social calendar for weeks. She’d had plenty of time to prepare physically, but she hadn’t really thought about preparing mentally. Until now. No matter how much power she had as Wonder Woman, even she couldn’t stop the butterflies that were fluttering around in her stomach.
Looking out the window, she took in the site of the grand building. Its scale, in a way, reminded her of the beautiful temples and palaces back home on Paradise Island. From what Selina had told her, she was expecting a fancy event, but she had no idea that it would be such a huge public gathering. To her, it seemed like the entire populace of Gotham City had shown up to enjoy the festivities.
Diana smiled when Bruce stepped into her view and opened the car door for her. Taking his hand, she joined him on the sidewalk, her sheer appearance radiating charm, beauty, and elegance. She surprised him when she didn’t let go of his hand.
“I am sorry,” she told him. “I am a bit anxious. I have never attended an event as elaborate as this before. It is quite . . .” She searched for the right word. “. . . intimidating. I am glad you are here with me, Bruce. I hope I do not embarrass you -- or myself -- in any way.”
At that moment, no one knew how badly Diana just wanted to spin away. She felt as If all eyes were on her as she and Bruce walked with regal sophistication, dignity, and grace. Once onlookers saw the cape and tiara, and recognized the billionaire playboy/philanthropist, they stopped their private conversations and pointed, focusing everyone’s attention on “the Amazon Princess and the Prince of Gotham.” As she passed by, Diana simply smiled and nodded.
Suddenly, Diana was blinded by camera flashes. The paparazzi were out in full force tonight, and Diana shielded herself from exposure by leaning into Bruce’s strong and sheltering embrace. For a moment, the world around her was nothing but bright, twinkling lights surrounded by dark silhouettes. Before she knew it, she and Bruce were standing in the receiving line.
Diana whispered in Bruce’s ear as they waited patiently. She mentioned to him how lovely she thought Selina looked, and that she had never personally met Lex Luthor. With each step they took, Diana pondered what she was going to say cordially to the striking couple.
When their time finally arrived, Diana released Bruce’s arm and greeted Selina with a warm hug. “It is so good to see you again, my friend,” she told her discreetly. There were more flashes, but Diana concentrated on Selina’s beauty. “You look absolutely stunning.”
Smiling, she moved on to Lex. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Luthor,” she told him, offering her hand. “I have been looking forward to this evening for quite some time. Thank you for all of your personal investment. This city needs someone with vision and resources to help her be all she can be. It is truly a noble and worthy endeavor.”
With that, she leaned in and gave Lex a soft kiss on the cheek. Then she gazed into his emerald eyes and welcomed his salutation to her. When he finished, she turned and waited for Bruce to join her again. Taking Bruce's hand, she waved good-bye to the host and hostess. Then they stopped for a brief moment to pose for Vicki Vale, who greeted the happy couple with her camera. Smiling at Bruce, Diana allowed him to escort her into the building.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 12:20:58 GMT -5
Tim climbed out of the car, giving his driver a small smile in thanks, mostly managing to hide his discomfort. There was a ton of media between him and the doors, leaving Tim uncomfortably self-conscious. It was alright, he reminded himself. He still had his coat on; no one was going to see enough of his tie that someone noticing the oddly lumpy knot was an actual risk. That wouldn't be a problem until he got inside. Swallowing once, the thirteen year-old got a hold of himself and walked through the gauntlet to the doors of the Liberta del Mar, his attitude all smiles and polite, friendly waves to the surrounding press that gave away nothing of his actual discomfort. He paused once or twice for a few shouted questions that he answered with good cheer - mostly about Bruce, or relating to Bruce, including a couple of reporters curious why he hadn't arrived with his guardian to the gala ("I didn't want to risk accidentally stealing his date," he'd told one, which had elicited laughs all around, and he'd been able to make his escape easily after that). It was a sharp reminder that how he carried himself would reflect on his mentor that Tim really hadn't needed. It was almost a relief to get inside. The entryway really was pretty, with its water-inspired motif, and all the blue was calming. Tim passed his coat, scarf, and gloves across the coat-check counter, accepting his ticket in return with a quiet thank you. He tucked the small slip into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and resisted the urge to tug at the knot of his tie. Nearly everyone around him was ten, twenty, or even thirty years older than him, easy. It made him feel very conspicuous - an unpleasant feeling, when he was so much more used to Robin's shadows. Deliberately forcing himself to relax again as he realized how his shoulders had tensed, Tim headed into the gala proper, systematically erasing the renewed signs of his discomfort and tension as he walked until only the people who knew him best of all were likely to pick up on it. He'd say his hellos to Selina, take a look around, see if he could find a cup of sparkling grape juice or a Zesti or something, and then find a quiet corner to hide in with some snacks for a few hours. And he wouldn't touch his tie, because that would only draw attention to it and up the chances that someone would notice he didn't know how to tie it cleanly. No one would know the difference, no one would know how tense he was, and everyone would forget he was here until he could sneak back out and go home without being rude. It would be fine. Right.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 13:50:25 GMT -5
Beyond his family if there was something that Jim Gordon treasured, it was a car his father had given him when he was younger. It was a 1970s Cadillac Coupe Deville and that was the car he and Barbara had taken to the Gala. To say he was still a bit overwhelmed when they pulled up and the Valet first opened Barbara’s door before his was an understatement. He stepped from the vehicle and dusted off his suit before he gave the valet a fifty just as Harvey had previously done. He didn’t mind that Barbara went on ahead of him. Who wanted to be stick around with their old dad when there were people more her age there too? Besides it made him proud to see her socializing. He gave a smile to the valet whose face promised he’d take care of the car he’d worked on cleaning days earlier and entered the building. At his age, though he’d love companionship he wasn’t as much of a blatant flirt as he had been in younger years. He could already imagine Barbara and some of the other officers who called him old fashioned. He’d opened doors for his wife, gave her flowers and cute little gifts on their anniversary and Valentine’s. He’d kissed her when he’d come home. He missed her. He quickly dusted that thought off before he began to look for people he recognized. He gave a nod to Barbara and smile. “You need anything, come find me. Have fun,” he said. He has to train his features not to twitch when he sees others of the guests, namely Nigma and his henchgirl. How many times had he interrogated, caught, or had to deal with them, but he’s a civil man. Instead as he enters the water entry and spots Bullock with a gaggle of girls, he can’t help as his face softens. “I should have known how I’d find you. You just have a way of attracting them,” he gave a nod to the women. “I trust you all will take good care of my best detective, won’t you? I couldn’t do my job without him.” Finished adjusting his bowtie he finds Bullock again, “So I take it you’re enjoying yourself.” It’s a statement, not a question at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 15:30:06 GMT -5
Helena had ordered a town car for the affair. It wasn’t something she would normally do, but this was a special occasion. She wasn’t planning on drinking, but arriving in style was expected of the situation. She recalled the few evenings her father and mother would go out for the evening. A black town car would pull up to their home and they would leave her brothers and herself alone with a sitter, or if she was lucky, one of her older cousins. In the back seat of the car, she held onto to a fond memory of Sal. The cousin who trained her and raised her up from the broken girl who arrived at the family farm into the strong woman she felt she had become. But it reality, she knew it was that Bertinelli pride that gave her the stubborn streak. She sat back in the seat, smoothing out the purple fabric against her skin. The leather of the seat behind her was cool, but was starting to warm from her contact with it. But they soon pulled in to the serene visage of the Liberta del Mar. It was a rather impressive building, beautiful even. She sat in a stunned silence as in drew closer as the car arrived at their destination. Once they arrived, an attendant opened the car door and she stepped out slowly, continuing to look up. She could admit she was thoroughly impressed with it, but she could help that part of herself from wondering what climbing up the side of the building would be like. Occupational hazard, she supposed. She made sure the tailing fabric of her dress was kept close to her as she stepped forward. There were reporters about. Not surprising, but she wasn’t news worthy. No one here would recognize her as the last of the infamous Bertinelli clan. Well, she could almost claim that one actress as family if she could over the fact that woman smiled just too damn much. "Non so ancora bene cosa sto facendo qui. Questo non è ciò che si deve fare. Pattugliamento che stasera? Chi sta facendo il lavoro del protettore di questa città?" * She muttered to herself in a panic. Why would she mutter to herself in Italian? Only her subconscious was aware of why she did such things. But it was more than likely to protect her most private outward thoughts from being understood by those around her. She continued walking in and being astounded by the ease of the acrobats. It was amazing what one's body could do when one had complete understanding and control over it. She was capable of some of the positions, but not all of them. This made her a little bit envious. She stood for few moments, letting herself get lost in the movements before her attention was grabbed by the sounds of other patrons and party goers wandering about. Oh...Right.She wasn’t in her own world, which was unfortunate for her. She had to share the place with others, making sure to do so as politely as she felt she could. Helena made her way elegantly through the various strips of human hallways, finally, settling herself in the earth themed area. She felt a bit drafty here, but it was a beautiful view. She let herself be drawn closer to the view, taking a simple fluke of Champagne and holding it as she admired the skyline. “The place doesn’t look so bad when you see it from far away.” It’s only when we’re up close and dealing with it do we realize how bad Gotham really is. She wanted to linger her longer and just stare out at the prettiness of such a filthy place, but she knew she couldn’t stay hidden away for much longer. She would eventually have to speak with Miss Kyle, the woman who sent her the invitation, and question this woman’s sanity about having Helena attend. With a turn of her body, she moved to make her way towards the most crowded area, but not before turning once more to look back at Gotham. It really is entirely too beautiful. She mused as she moved herself with her long legs towards the fiery element inspired room to explore this place further. * "I'm still not sure what I'm doing here. This is not what I should be doing. Who is out patrolling tonight? Who is out doing the job of the protector of this city?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 19:06:07 GMT -5
Barbara turned around with a winning smile to come face to face with Roy. She replied with a small shrug, taking a moment to look him up and down before answering, “You don’t look to bad yourself! Your date must be very lucky to have you on her arm.” Only teasing, she blushed slightly at his compliment. While she may have looked stunning she felt rather foolish in the get up. The multiple layers of tool, expensive embellishment and sweetheart neckline was not really her style, she would much rather trade it for the comfort of her sweaters and plaid skirts. Her blush only deepened when he called her out for the flute of champagne that remained in her delicate fingers. “Thank you.” She replied with a smile, “I’m hoping it helps me be more social,” she added with a playful wink. Nodding as he offered her a dance later, she appreciated the gesture but wasn’t sure how much time she would actually spend twirling around.
Bringing the glass to her lips, she quickly moved to hide it behind her back the moment she heard Bivin’s distinct voice approaching. Ever since he had joined her father’s force she had always had a bit of a crush on him, but was much too stubborn to admit it. She simply stuck with sending lustful glances in his direction and enduring awkward conversations in his presence. “Hey,” She said with a smile, content that he didn’t seem to notice the glass of champagne in her hand. Their contact was brief before he moved toward the bar and Babs took another sip of the bubbly beverage.
With a few moments to herself, Babs watched one of the nearest forms of entertainment, eyes wide as she marveled the scene before her. It wasn’t until a familiar voice grabbed her attention did she look to face whoever had approached her. Attempting to hide the blush that had splashed across her freckled cheeks, she lowered the glass from her lips. “Oh, Mr. Thorne. Hello, um…thanks for the advice. I just assumed it was sparkling juice.” Barbara feebly attempted in hopes that her excuse might have been good enough to be believed. His intimidating presence made her feel slightly uneasy, he seemed far more composed in this situation than she did. She was just hoping he didn’t plan on ratting her out.
A familiar voice and signature nickname causes the teenagers worries to ease slightly as Renee approaches her. Lowering the champagne glass even lower in attempt to hide in from the woman, she smiles warmly at her arrival. Renee was like family, in fact, most of the individuals who worked with her father helped form a loved and makeshift family around the Gordon’s. Renee was like the cool aunt that she always wanted but never had. Unsure of what her reaction would be in regards to Babs drinking, she attempted to hide the flute even more so. “No, I’ve got mine. It’s just buried under all of these levels of tool.” She replied lightly, gesturing to her skirt with her free thing. “I wanted something a little more form-fitting but this one was in my size and my price range.”
“Oh, um. Ren-this is Rupert Thorne. You know, the politician.” Trying not to pull a face, she continued with her awkward introduction.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 19:28:03 GMT -5
[Hey folks. Please hold back on doing any back and forth with interaction until everyone has posted up their intro into the Gala. Thanks!]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 19:35:29 GMT -5
Before the valet even had a chance, Nathaniel had opened the door of his car and gotten out. He opened Iris’s door as well and offered her his hand. They’d arrived to the gala ahead of his dad and step-mother, which didn’t surprise him as the two had Isaiah to take care of and wait for the sitter to arrive. What he did love, however, was showing off his new Prius his father had graciously given him as a graduation present. It was actually unexpected, but he couldn’t deny how floored he’d been, stuck between wanting to decline it and just hugging his father. In the end he’d shook his hand and yes, hugged him. His father told him that a Doctor of Psychology needed a new ride after all. He gave the valet a generous tip from his slack pockets as he entered the Gala arm-in-arm with his lovely date. He couldn’t help wanting to show her off because of how lucky he thought he was in having her. He’d always found her beautiful and it didn’t matter how any other woman was dressed, to him she was the belle of the ball. She was the most beautiful woman here. “Ms. Kyle and Mr. Luthor certainly went to great lengths to have it decorated,” he commented as he took in the water entryway. He greeted a few people who recognized him more for his father than himself, but he was entranced by the venue and of course, mostly by the stunning woman on his arm.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 20:26:08 GMT -5
The car moved like a shark through the waters, black as the night itself and purring like a jungle animal. Bruce Wayne had driven himself and his date to the Gala in one of the Lamborghinis. The car came to a stop with an easy grace. The Prince of Gotham may not be known for his serious nature, but his love of fast cars and beautiful women were well known. Tonight was no exception in terms of entrances, and if there was one thing that Bruce knew, it was how to make an entrance. He climbed out of the car, silvery gray suit well placed on the handsome man, a devil may care smile on his face. This was the mask, however, that covered a mind faster than the car. Just another costume, just another night. A single glance at the del Mar brought forward the history of the designer, the layout of the hotel as sent to city hall, normal power consumption. He thought of twelve ways to enter the building and was about to use the one he’d like the least. The door was opened for Diana and he took her arm as she came out. “Don’t worry about a thing, just be your charming self. This group enjoys a spectacle, and you’re the right combination of exotic, good looking and influential. Once you get past a certain status, nothing you do can be embarrassing. Just eccentric.” He smiled as he escorted her inside “Welcome to Gotham, Princess.” He smiled faintly and started to make his way in, through the crowds, a social butterfly interacting with everyone, connecting with no one. He grabbed one of the glasses of wine from the platters carried around, and offered one to Diana, taking a sip of his own. He watched the movements of the acrobats in the water room, the cool colors and shifting of lights registered in the back of his mind, although his movements were casual. A quick splash of his hand in the water, absentmindedly, distracted. Bruce Wayne had a glazed expression on his face, as if he weren't entirely present. That suited him well, another mask just as inscrutable as any. Theatricality and deception are powerful agents to the uninitiated. He noticed Nigma first, easy to spot in this crowd, but didn't say anything to the man. Bruce Wayne wouldn't have much reason to do so. He quite willingly appeared to ignore Barbara Gordon and Roy and Kory, but he caught their eye without much difficulty and they knew the right signals if he had to give them. He did approach the hosts carefully. “Quite the party you two have put together here. Let me introduce Diana of Themyscira, although I know that you know her already.” He smiled at Selina for a moment, with a glance, just too long a glance. A well known womanizer, everyone knew that the two of them had had a history. How deep and complicated a history was hard to know. Somewhere deep inside he noticed how she stood, the intricate interplay of posture and words. She wore her masks too. Lex Luthor, on the other hand seemed, as always to exude arrogant power, as if he had nothing to hide at all. Bruce smiled and said “So tell me the truth, you think all this is going to work? The whole rebuild thing? I mean, similar things have been tried before. What makes this one so different?”
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2014 4:36:32 GMT -5
Iris can't help but smile as she takes Nathaniel's hand and accepts his help from the car. Normally just a gentlemanly gesture, in this dress it's actually extremely helpful in making sure that she doesn't step on her skirt in the process. Once she's safely on her feet, she takes in the exterior of the Liberta del Mar while Nathaniel pays the valet, smiling at him and taking his arm when he's finished so that they can walk in together. Though her eyes take in the scenery as they walk inside, there's nothing much she'd rather be looking at than Nathaniel. He is, after all, in a very nice suit. But she does manage to pull her eyes away long enough to notice the lovely water theme that greets them as they enter, if only because Nathaniel points it out. " Yes, they did!" she replies, letting her eyes be distracted by the water acrobats for a moment. But then they're being greeted by people she doesn't really know. It's an interesting position to be in, since Nathaniel is known mostly because of his father, and she's not known at all though it's excessively easy to deduce that she's with him. She does have high hopes that someday they'll both be known in their own right - right now it's as if she's in a shadow of a shadow. Fortunately, she doesn't care even a little bit about that. She's just here to have a good time with Nathaniel. It's gotten quite busy in the entrance area, with people greeting other people, but she locates Selina in the thick of it, as well as Lex Luthor. " Oh, there's Selina!" she says, pointing her out to Nathaniel as well as guiding him in that direction with a gentle pull on his arm. It looks like that's the way in to further festivities as well. When they reach Selina, Iris doesn't suppress the urge to give her a hug and gush, " Selina! Oh! You look beautiful! And this place! It's amazing!" She's literally been to anything like this before, and she's enjoying every moment of it. Though she's not so distracted to not notice the young lady near Selina who is so obviously trying to keep out of the way, and being rather successful. " And who is this?" she asks, for half a moment based on the sheer similarity wondering if it's Selina's daughter. But no, her memory seems to indicate that Selina is too young to have a daughter this old unless... Well, that would have surely made it into Selina's summary of her life. Allowing Nathaniel to greet Selina and giving the young woman a smile, her attention then turns to the Gala's other host. " Hello, Mr. Luthor - I'm Dr. Iris Ledford, a psychologist at Arkham Asylum," she introduces herself with a smile, offering him her hand. She's not one to fawn over someone just because they're rich, especially when Nathaniel is around to fawn over, but meeting famous people is certainly on the list of exciting things about this event. " And this is my boyfriend, Dr. Nathaniel Arkham, the son of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham," she says, taking the liberty of introducing him as well. Her boyfriend whom she simply adores if the way she looks at him is any indication.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 7, 2014 18:33:32 GMT -5
The limo pulled up outside and Oswald stepped out moments later, surveying the building as he lends an arm back to help Lola from the car. It was quite the impressive sight, the effort they'd put in was worthy of note and he was considering a few ideas with the club on his mind but the guest list quickly distracted him as he started glancing over the guests who'd arrived so far. For once it was a crowd his style of clothing fitted in with, though the top hat and monocle still seemed persistently out of style and no one was ever likely to consider an umbrella a fashion accessory but Oswald still carried his.
A polite tip of his top hat and a smile was offered to the cameras on the way in but he doesn't hang around outside and instead joins the steady flow of people heading into the party and pausing by the gracious hosts to say their greetings "Selina dear" moves to lightly kiss her hand "The place looks wonderful, your party organizational skills are simply wasted in the security business" To Luthor he nods politely and shakes his hand "Lex, it's been some time. We shall have to catch up over a drink later, when you're not quite so busy with the meet and greet" He chuckled, leaving them to deal with the flow of arrivals.
The first waiter he crosses paths with is quickly relieved of two glasses of champagne, one of which he offered to Lola as he walked around, getting a feel for the place or at least the layout, pausing to watch the fire acrobat for a minute.
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