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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Aug 25, 2014 16:48:16 GMT -5
With her attention more on Mr. Cobblepot, VerMillion doesn't notice the Riddler's reaction to her presence until his machine starts speaking for him. But then for a moment he has her full attention as she frowns and asks, "Seriously? When have I ever done anything to you?" Well, she has some sense of what she's 'done' to him, but it's nothing he's likely to admit out loud in front of everyone and she'd have thought that it was all water under the bridge by now. Though in spite of both his threatening words and expression, she doesn't look at all like she feels threatened. Which isn't her fault, really - she can't feel fear, after all.
And with so many other people arriving and milling around it's hard for her to keep her attention in one place for too long - with one small exception. When Black Mask speaks up her frown is exchanged for a playful grin. Which is suddenly interrupted by a look of surprise as she responds to seemingly nobody by saying, "Really?" Well, that's all the encouragement she needs!
Sauntering over to Black Mask, it becomes abundantly clear that she either knows him or reacts uncommonly favorably to flattery because she immediately grabs his tie in one of her hands, using the hold to encourage him to lean forward so that she can reach his neck with her lips and there begin a string of slow kisses up one side of it while the other arm wraps possessively around his neck. When she's finished, she only relinquishes her hold enough to allow him to straighten as she says, "How long can an inferno last without a few coals to keep the fire going?"
Clearly she doesn't care what anyone else in the room thinks about her behavior - never mind that most in the room are probably aware that she's practically been inseparable from the Scarecrow for months now. VerMillion's love life is just... complicated, is all. But extremely pleasant at the moment, nevertheless. Having greeted him properly, she then shifts her attention to glance around at the others present but the only other person in the room that she's already met is Poison Ivy so after casting a smile in the woman's direction she finds herself looking curiously at those she hasn't met yet. Though her eyes flicker back to the Riddler when Heather reminds her to keep an eye on him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 16:32:17 GMT -5
The Clown recoiled, quite emotionally hurt by Ozzie's 'rude' greeting. Three pokes to the chest with his umbrella. Joker attempted to frown, his face scrunching up in both confusion and a bit of disappointment. He raised his hands as if to say 'I surrender'.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa Ozzie! Where's all this hostility coming from? No love for an old friend? I'm wounded! I really am."
Joker listened to The Penguin's words, that he 'charges for damage'. At that, The Clown let out a loud cackle, reaching down and showing his hands into his pockets. He fished around for a moment, before pulling the lining inside out, revealing nothing, but a pack of playing cards and a pocket knife, which he now held.
"You won't be charging me this time, sorry to say. Ain't got much moo-la. However, I did bring you a helicopter. Didja see it? Flies like a leaf on the wind, ya know what I'm sayin'?"
After that whole encounter was over and done with, and he had been invited into the room 'officially', The Clown made his way over to Roman, who didn't reply too any of his words. The Harlequin of Hate really was confused, there he was, the greatest criminal to ever live. (Or at least he thought so), and no one was even really giving him the time of day. Now, however, he merely leaned in close to Roman's ear and whispered.
"Oh, Masky, there's something different about you. Nigma? He'd come back from the dead, maybe even that idiot Dent. Hell, I wouldn't put it passed even The Condiment King to beat ol' Death himself, but you? You're not revival material. Not unless something completely ridiculous and improbable happened, like the Reboot of our universe entirely."
He bellowed a laugh at the mere thought and took a step back, still looking Black Mask over. He raised a green brow and shook his head in disbelief, biting his bottom lip.
"Enjoy yourself, Masky. Mingle with Gotham's elite. You and I, though? We'll be seeing each other soon enough."
Joker grinned, turning around. He approached the bar and after a small exchange of words with the trembling bartender, he had received a Shirley Temple and now approached the Poker table, where most of the individuals now sat. His bloodshot green eyes scanned the individuals at the table, before landing on Poison Ivy.
"Isley, nice to see you haven't changed. Still look trashy as ever."
He winked, taking a seat at the table. The Ace of Knaves promptly pulled a ridiculously bendy straw from his inner coat pocket and placed it into the drink, taking a sip.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2014 17:49:16 GMT -5
Turning to Pam, well, now Ivy, Selina pointedly ignores Edward, and instead smiles to the other person clad in fantstic green shade. "Sadly, I have not met VerMillion yet. My pleasure, dear." Shifting her glass to her other hand she offers a greeting to the rather petite woman. "Always fantastic to see another female on board."
As Pam turns to notice Eddie, Selina finally casts a plan glance toward the mechanical voice as well. She had heard rumors...but had not expected him to be fully defrocked of his sensibilities. And even so it seemed he posessed a few, still.
Turning to greet Lola as well, Selina would coyly press a finger to her lips. It wasn't that she was trying that hard to conceal her identity, it was more that she wanted to keep it rather quiet from those that weren't as aware of who Catwoman was in her off hours. She didn't want to cut short her talk with Lola, but it seems that Mr. Napier has shown his face, mostly from the yelling, and that specific tone only he is able to achieve. It's an interesting stream of folks just arriving, as she seems to have landed herself rather in the middle of those that are arriving. It's another modulated voice, coupled with...she can't believe it, but someone in an Guy Fawkes mask. Of all things, this is not as much of a shock. No doubt Oswald planned for his message to have gotten into errant hands, no?
She lets out a chuckle over her beverage as a warm voice greets her. "My pleasure, Oswald. Loved the invitation, you know. But have you noticed that?" A subtle incline of her head is made toward the rather nondescript man (woman?) offers a game. It's nearly as bad as Joker wanting to do ...something, or even Eddie proffering a riddle. She half hopes it's not another aspiring villain, looking to make his debut among peers.
There is much going on, and before Selina can fully speak to this VerMillion, the redhead is off and ...kissing Black Mask? If this is going to get a rise out of her, it's going to be a rather long night. Thankfully, all it garners is a raise of her brow, artfully hidden beneath her mask for the time being.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2014 23:12:41 GMT -5
Edward felt his rage consuming him, as he watched the little red head move into the room. He felt his chest constricting with pain and his throat tightened. He wanted to shout, to scream, but he knew it would come out in a jumble of nonsense. He took a large swig of his drink, finishing it off. He had hoped that Ozzy might deny the woman's entrance, but it looked like the pudgy man was pushing the problem onto him. Other distractions came in, including the Clown Prince of Crime and Two-Face. Neither caught his attention until Dent spoke to him with a hardly creative comment. If it weren't Dent speaking the words, he would have backhanded him then and there. Instead he gave the man a strained smile, his jaw locking, as his fingers pressed on his keys. " At least I still have my looks," he taunted through the robotic voice, but his eyes went back to the red head who was now making out with Black Mask. How was that even possible? ?? The man's mask couldn't even move. But it confirmed immediately that this certainly wasn't the Black Mask he knew of, and the Black Mask he knew of would definitely not defend some random girl's innocence to a group of criminals. He suspected it from Pam, but not Black Mask. It certainly was suspicious, and Joker's comment was true. He had lost quite a bit of his muscles. It mattered not. He rarely worked with Black Mask to begin with. He hardly cared who the new idiot who decided to take up the Mask was. At Oswald's permission, he placed his glass on the table, and walked over to the red head. He grabbed her hair, ripping her from the seat and placing his gun to her temple. He normally was never so abruptly physical with people, but losing your voice and your ability to sleep with a woman can do that to a person. He wrapped his arm around her waist in order to get at his machine. " Riddle me this, why will the Scarecrow never love you?" the robotic voice asked, knowing no matter how she answered it, he would get to shoot her.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 16, 2014 2:25:43 GMT -5
Glancing over as someone else arrives, Poison Ivy smiles when she sees that it's Lola. The look that she gets in return is only to be expected, but she's used to that by now - even the most gracious of people need a moment of surprise. Ignoring that, she laughs at the woman's naive assumption and comments, "They didn't. I simply got tired of being there and left. But thank you! You look positively radiant yourself." Not quite to her own level, but radiant nevertheless.
The last couple of arrivals are flat out ignored. She doesn't have anything to say to the clown or to her ex. Not that she doesn't privately enjoy an inner chuckle at how they torment Eddie and Black Mask.
Though her eyebrow lifts in surprise at the reaction of Black Mask to VerMillion. And even more so in the young woman's response. Speaking in an aside to Selina, she comments, "I was going to mention that she's Crane's little girlfriend, but it seems my information is a little out of date..."
It's distracting enough that she nearly misses the arrival of the overly suspicious character in the Guy Fawkes mask, but two things stop her from dealing with that immediately: first, Selina already seems to be on top of expression concerns about it to Oswald, and the second is Mr. Nigma.
Oswald may have given him permission to give the girl a riddle, but she certainly didn't. In fact, in spite of the joking nature of her comment she's quite certain that she made it perfectly clear to the man how she felt about him taking issue with VerMillion's presence. It's ridiculous, honestly. Yes, she can see how someone would find the girl's brash nature unpleasant, though she herself finds it to be quite delightful and... well, potentially useful. In fact she finds the sheer degree of his reaction to VerMillion to be suspicious - highly suspicious - especially considering the bits of rumors regarding him and Crane.
But, more to the point, she can't have him killing off someone useful to her and she especially can't have him thinking that he can simply ignore her clear indication that he ought to leave the girl alone. So even as he puts his glass down to go confront the girl, she places her own glass on the bar and tells Selina, "Excuse me for a moment..."
While he's distracted manhandling the girl, she walks right up behind him while pulling a large seed out of her pocket. At her bidding it grows quite abruptly into a strong vine that wraps around both his waist and hers, pulling him against her. "You ignored me, Mr. Nigma," she says softly, her tone scolding and her lips so close to his neck that he can feel her breath, "I said that the girl is harmless... but I'm not. Perhaps you ought to rethink the situation? I'm sure that you're clever enough to figure out how this will go otherwise..."
Or perhaps not. She credits him as being clever enough to know that she's dangerous - perhaps even smart enough to have found one of the few sources who could tell him about her pheromones and have figured a way to stop them from assaulting him now. She credits him to know that she more than capable of killing him in a hundred different ways, but the man is too self-assured. He probably assumes that he can turn the tables on her now, but he can't have found a way around all her defenses and tricks - too many of them are brand new for one thing. And she'd be all too happy to demonstrate them for him if he's fool enough to try her - especially here and now when they'll have an audience.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 3:30:34 GMT -5
Was it odd to say that Summer was far more excited than she was nervous? It was hard to separate her realities, and the double-life she was serving as ‘Starling’ was almost becoming too close for comfort. She had mananged to befriend the manager Lindsey, who offered the redhead additional shifts after Summer had convinced her that she had ample free time and was in desperate need of some money to pay back her student loans. Though part of her was annoyed that the woman didn’t seem to be an avid viewer of her show and recognize her as socialite and TV host, Summer Gleeson – the other part of her was desperately relieved that she was able to remain undercover for this amount of time.
After being asked to tend to this ‘event’ personally, she felt as though she couldn’t say no. She had encountered several of the individuals on the guest list during her time at Iceberg, so surely the lot of them all in one room couldn’t be too terribly different. At least now she wouldn’t have to run back and forth so much. Basically, her job was to deliver trays of appetizers that were to be offered and cater to each guest if they would like anything that wasn’t offered prior to their request.
One of the perks to this evening was the uniform moderation. The dress was still the signature black with cut outs on the side. The bowler hat and heels were still standard, though a black pearl tie was added to the ensemble to adhere to the style desired. Capably carrying four trays, she memorized the ingredients and sauces for each petite portion, just in case she was asked. However, Summer was fairly certain that the majority of her time spend at the event would be ignored. That was her job – to be seen not heard. Though she was positive that some of the conversations would make very interesting leads later on, her confidence quickly wavered upon her arrival into the room.
For something that was supposed to be a poker game, there certainly seemed to be many other happenings that strayed from the game she was familiar with. The black pearls of the tie hit rhythmically against her abdomen with each step. She tried not to meet the gaze of anyone in particular and instead focused on her destination so that she could carefully set the trays down and wait for further instruction.
The flash of familiar red hair caused an unwanted ball of nerves to form in the pit of her stomach. Heather? Summer didn’t recall seeing her name on the guest list – nor VerMillion for that matter! Why was she here? Silently swearing to herself and overwhelmed with nerves, she hoped that the fellow redhead would continue to occupy herself to the point where Summer could remain unrecognized. Her gaze drifted toward Edward for only a brief second, who seemed to be in tight quarters with Poison Ivy. Her cheeks grew red, though she wasn’t sure why she should even care. With shaking hands, the ravishing redhead began to arrange the trays of gourmet appetizers on the appropriate table in the corner.
notes: Oh hey, I was invited ;D kind of. <3 I'm such a good employee - make me do things for you or ignore me totally. OH and click to see my super sexy outfit upgrade below. Pearl Tie! summer is wearing this
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Post by Lola Marks on Sept 19, 2014 16:10:42 GMT -5
Lola waited patiently until Ozzy had time to address her. She knew that there were a lot of people coming to this night and that she really didn’t know any of them. But despite that she wasn’t going to act like she didn’t. As high status as she was in this room she wouldn’t let anyone think they were above her at this table. She felt special, hosting this event with her Puffin. When he turned inward toward her to tell her about the man she inquired about a well-manicured brow rose. She didn’t know that dead men came back to join a poker game. For now she’d just have to tolerate the man making a scene and welcome him as much as any other at the table.
She crossed her legs under the table and swung her heel lightly as she waited for the others to settle themselves. There had been quite a ruckus already, but despite anything that happened tonight she kept reminding herself that she wasn’t going to react. Oswald had told her that the people he was inviting were people he dealt with regularly and she wasn’t going to mess that up for him, or more importantly herself.
She almost felt like she was the odd man out of the group, considering everyone was in costume and she didn’t have one. If she knew it was going to be a masquerade she would have dressed appropriately. But she supposed in the end some people needed to hide themselves and from the way Oswald had described it to her before, there were people at this table that didn’t want her to know who they were. If they thought that about her they may be right for the moment, but there was little that she knew Oswald held from her. What reason did he have to anyway? She had been perfectly fine with everything he’d shown her, even though he seemed like she wouldn’t be. It was a difficult thing to understand, considering that everything he was doing was for the good of the world around him.
The man with the Fawkes mask made his presence known abruptly and rudely. She couldn’t believe that Oswald had so many…..eccentric friends. It really wasn’t until The Riddler got up and walked so quickly to the pair that were getting affectionate that her attention was really grabbed. She saw the gun and her body tensed. She knew that the men here would have guns and other weapons but she knew that Oswald would keep her safe. Instead of reacting poorly she simply crossed her arms as if offended by the interruption of the game.
There was certainly a lot of tension between the group, far too many twists in these relationships that she knew nothing about, but it seemed like the red head was in trouble. She rolled her eyes at her color choice. Poison Ivy’s hair was far more striking. Just as the thought rolled over her she watched her get out of her chair politely to address the heating situation. Lola couldn’t help but smile until she saw something move from her hand and wrap around The Riddler’s wrist. Her eyes visibly widened, knowing the situation was about to get out of hand if someone didn’t do something.
Annoyed that anyone would be causing a spectacle her attention went back to the front where she cause sight of another young woman that came in. She was impossible to ignore in that outfit, and those pearls! Oh she knew she would love this woman the moment she saw her. She hoped she would come and sit before things got out of hand and perhaps they could all collect and have a good time.
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"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Sept 25, 2014 17:49:28 GMT -5
One minute you’re enjoying a drink, having decided that the people around you save perhaps one brilliant red-head are useless to pay attention to, and the next said red-head is kissing you.
Of course Jeremiah didn’t find any of the people who had come in thus far to be either threatening or of any danger to him. They could try—that was always a possibility—but the plain and simple fact was that either way, Jeremiah wasn’t worried. He had no need to posture or make more small talk than he was. Oddly enough, Jeremiah didn’t even care if anyone did notice he was in anyway different than Roman. In fact, he’d probably laugh and make some quip about why they’d paid so much attention to him physically. Jeremiah just wasn’t afraid and had no feeling he needed to be. So he ignored everyone, not caring for the threats passing around and certainly not caring as the man in the Guy Fawkes came in and asked if they wished to play a game. Besides it was hard to really have a care when you had a beautiful woman paying attention to you.
Jeremiah smirked beneath his mask as VerMillion came up to him. He certainly wasn’t about to push her away. His fingertips brushed the smooth skin of her jaw, brushing her cheek as he cupped it. “Hey,” he breathed before the skin of his throat was being touched by those silken lips of hers. He’d not forgotten the way they felt, nor how sweet her mouth had tasted previously. If anything, the memory was only strengthened. She had been a great victory, heady as chocolate on the tongue and now how he wished he could have that mouth against his again. He trailed his palm down her warm arm, gliding to squeeze her elbow for the smallest of seconds, before resting his hand against the small of her back. He grinned again and pulled her tight against him with a chuckle. Of course he let up his grip so the woman could straighten. “Trust me, I’ll keep the fire going.” He traces her knee with his thumb and is reaching back to grab her behind it when Edward pulls her away.
Jeremiah Arkham, plain little doctor, wouldn’t last a minute in a situation like this. ‘Luckily I’m no longer just that man.’ Black Mask lounges back and picks up his now refilled glass. He lifts it and quickly finishes it. His body language is relaxed as he watches Edward and subsequently Poison Ivy.
Let the dogs strut and posture. He glances up at Summer, face noticeably turning to regard her, but then he’s back watching the scene in which Edward has been snared by Ivy. He’s a spectator and this? This is the drama he’s to be the audience of at the moment. And he’s not afraid for or of any of them.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Oct 9, 2014 16:17:01 GMT -5
Oswald lowered his drink slowly as his eyes narrowed on Black Mask and VerMillion. Well that was a little more familiar than he had been imagined. Then again the girl had orange hair, such behaviour could be normal for her and Roman was always a fool. Still...he watched the dead man closely, his brain ticking over as he studied the movements for surprise or comfort. Black Mask had come back to life and taken up with Crane's pet? To not know about something like this was almost insulting to his network of information. Someone had to be holding something back to keep this from him. He clearly had a lot of work to do tomorrow.
Edward's interruption of the apparent happy couple was somewhat of a relief anyway, it saved the image of the pair from burning too deeply into his brain. Still, this was turning into a potential fight that he was quite certain he didn't want to be in the middle of, nor did he want it in his home.
Blatantly pulling out a gun was not a good move and now Ivy was drawing out her weeds. That was interesting. It was the first time he'd gotten to see her tricks first hand. If they continued he might get to see more but equally he might lose a business partner and have to have the room cleaned. Rogues made life so difficult. At least Black Mask seemed to not be making things worse for once.
Oswald opted for the subtle and the option that would keep him out of the line of fire, the calmly walked to the poker table instead "Ladies and gentlemen, perhaps if we may calm the weaponry we can instead continue with the evening before I am forced to dull it with the tale of the great lengths it took to import this carpet" he says dryly as he tosses the card dealer two bundles of cash in return for some chips, covering Lola's costs as well as his own. Should they actually continue long enough without all stomping off in a rage it wasn't unexpected that betting would devolve into other forms of payment but Oswald liked to start with something he could see existed before the game started.
He did not however explicitly tell Edward to stop. He would not currently risk the idea that Crane would come and burn down his mansion in retaliation if he killed Heather, it was perfectly acceptable if he burnt down Edward's stuff however and whatever the Riddler decided to do with Ivy would still be interesting. He merely pretended to be above all this childish fighting.
Summer he was completely blind to, pearls or not she was staff and she may as well have been invisible to him. Her job was to keep the guests happy and do as she was told. This included the unspoken order that came when he finished his drink and put it to one side. He expected it refilled, he didn't expect to have to ask for that.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Oct 9, 2014 18:18:20 GMT -5
As much as VerMillion appreciates Black Mask's appearance aesthetically, it's true that the mask does get in the way of some of what she wants to do to him. However, it's really only a minor problem - there's all the rest of him to kiss, after all, and as much as she misses his lips, he's also very, very good with his hands. As they travel over her, for a moment she forgets that there's anyone else around besides the two of them. His response gets her thinking about all the ways he might keep her fire going, and she can't help but laugh.
But before she can start to suggest some of them, she finds herself suddenly being pulled away from him by her hair. "Agh!" she squeals rather loudly at the pain, because not only does it really hurt she's also not shy about expressing just how much that hurt. Who even grabbed her anyway? She squirms somewhat in his grip until his face comes into view. Oh yeah, him. Jerk.
Instantly thoughts of telling him off or figuring out some way to break his grip comes to mind, but then Heather suggests that perhaps it's safer if she doesn't. What the man holding her probably doesn't appreciate is that his intense dislike of her is hardly shared by everyone present. But she knows, more or less, how that all breaks down - if she didn't think that she'd probably be relatively safe here, she wouldn't have come. Of course she'd assumed that the trouble would come from Oswald and she couldn't be sure who would and wouldn't attend, but it looks like her miscalculations have more or less evened out.
So on the advice of Heather, her struggling stops. In fact, she's relatively relaxed in his grip since she really doesn't have any concern about the gun pointed at her head. Guns are only a problem when you're afraid of them, after all. In fact, he can probably feel the instant exhale of annoyed disbelief that his question causes. Seriously? Holding a grudge much? "Because 'love doesn't exist, only fear'," she replies, her voice doing a high-pitched mockery of the answer Jon might give to that. An idea that she clearly doesn't agree with.
Almost the same instant that she gives that answer, she feels something weird slide between Riddler and herself. What the? But she can't turn to see what's happening. She does recognize the soft voice behind them, though. And she can't help but grin - given how the woman treated her at the asylum, she figured that she'd have her protection here as well. A part of her hopes that they get into a fight now - that would be so cool to watch!
Though just as she's thinking that, she also notices Black Mask's reaction to all this. She flashes him a bored look - a fight would be cool, but her present position is not.
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Post by The Joker on Oct 10, 2014 23:44:00 GMT -5
The Joker wasn't really here for the game, but for the show. He knew where this was going to end and the clown enjoyed what was happening between the rogues…he was the clown, but this night he wasn't the jester.
He kept drinking and sat down at the gaming table looking at everyone. He chuckled a little watching them. He didn't really care what was happening between the rogues, but it was funny anyway, it was like watching a soap opera, a spanish one where someone didn't understand everything, but watched it just for the fun of it. The clown put down the drink on the table still half full or half empty depends how much pessimistic you were and if you were playing with the Prince of Crime then you were really a pessimistic. Yep, modesty aside.
The Joker kept looking even when Edward did his way with Scarecrow's girlfriend, the clown rose a brow, the last time he checked Riddler wasn't so violent with women, oh well, Eddie was learning. He understood that the Penguin had to calm everyone and everything down, but the clown made a face and then thought it would be funny to see how the Penguing would handle the clown's chaos. The clown's red grin went wide in a smile.
"C'mon! I am watching that! Nice protuberances Red, by the way!" a laugh referring to her tricks then he watched the carpet "I think some blood can get it better...even some acid too" he smiled again.
He thought about Harley for a sec because it would have been funny to have a doll girl by his side, just for the image, but this would have brought more annoying problems than anything.
However the clown liked to be the one who was in the middle of the show. Instead there he was, watching the crowd without being one, nope, the first of them. He was the clown of the chaos, he was supposed to be the chaoser, but time to time. He could watch now and be part of the crowd later and he had to admit to himself that the show was pretty funny. Time to time.
"No kisses for the funny show guy? Why? Something on my face?" his index pointed to his white face and yes he was referring to Masky too "You know…the white is the new black" a chuckle "Eddie…" green eyes looked at the question guy "…a woman shouldn't be touched even with a flower…" the Joker winked at the Crane's friend translating an italian saying because it suited the situation. What part was he acting now? The funny florist? Surely he wasn't doing a favour to Edward and maybe Scary. The clown took the drink just for waving the liquid inside. A situation like this deserved a Bond Martini.
The Joker was amused by the so called I'm-above-everything attitude that Cobblepot was having, the clown observed him and he knew that Oswald wasn't, that in his mind he was counting all the side effects and he was moving by that. The Joker liked that. Instead he didn't like the new girl attitude, not for her, she could do everything she wanted, he didn't care, but if Harley acted like that then daddy should teach her some manners...and not in the funny way.
He looked at the waitress for a second and frowned...something...something...there was something in her. However he got bored easily like his usual and looked away sighing, he was impatient to use his special cards.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Nov 17, 2014 4:54:14 GMT -5
As prepared as she is for this to escalate, it's almost disappointing to Poison Ivy when he responds to her threat by releasing the girl. Whether it's because of her pheromones or simply the choice that he thought was best is something that she can't be sure of. Either way she's quite certain that this isn't over yet - his little ego probably can't stand the thought of allowing her to go unpunished for that, especially in front of the other rogues, but it's certainly a smart move to wait until he's not attached to the woman with the poisonous lips to object to her treatment of him.
Which is why she refrains from gloating about it. Well, except for the self-satisfied smirk that comes to her lips. But she'll refrain from throwing salt into an open wound by mocking him as she would otherwise - while she did want to make it perfectly clear that her wishes and desires are not to be ignored even by the likes of someone as infamous as the Riddler, she does not want to antagonize him further and therefore earn herself even more of his wrath. Crane's little girlfriend (or is it Black Mask's little girlfriend now?) simply isn't worth that much trouble. Not when she actually was hoping for this evening to not end in a bloodbath, anyway.
Instead she simply waits a beat before signaling her vine to release him and walks away, allowing the plant to wrap around her waist - her dress of leaves now has a belt. Stepping over to the bar, she retrieves her drink and then turns to the poker table - specifically to the chair where she'd left her coat in apparent readiness to start this evening's main activity. "I apologize, Mr. Cobblepot. But I do need to look out for my interests," she says, sincerely regretful for any displeasure her actions may have caused him, but clearly not enough to have refrained from doing that anyway. But she figures that he'd understand - some things you simply can't let slide.
And those words show far more concern for him than they show for anyone else in the room, whose reactions to her actions she completely ignores. She doesn't care what any of them think about it, after all. Especially not the clown.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 1:19:27 GMT -5
With all the commotion, it was difficult to be anything other than tense. She was terrified her cover would be blown, terrified for Heather, and felt overall useless in regards to the situation. There was nothing she could do that would look completely out of sync without drawing unwanted attention to herself. Her mission here was simple, survive and keep her mouth shut as well as take in any information that she could that might benefit her later on. The room mixed with rouges and Gotham’s most-wanted undeniably made her nervous as she tried to channel the character that she had developed; Starling.
A sharp elbow to her ribs brought her back to reality. Being temporarily distracted by the man in the black mask, she recognized the voice, though couldn’t put it with a face. She knew him, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Being pulled from her thoughts, she reached toward the dull pain radiated from the source of the injury. One of the others servers that had resorted to painful antics to get her attention then gestured toward the drink that was now empty at Cobblepott’s side. Without saying a word, she moved quickly and quietly to retrieve it and bring it back to the small bar loaded with various different elegant decanters for serving.
Back turned to the table, she was oblivious to the late arrival – a man whom she had endured several times and was haunted by each memory. Her green eyes grew wide as goosebumps erupted across her porcelain skin at the sound of his voice. The glass slipped from her hand a little too soon before she could properly hand it off to the woman who was in charge of preparing drinks. It fell from the bartenders hand onto the top of the bar with a loud clang – sending shards of glass across the bars surface. While it didn’t look as though it was Summer’s handoff that caused in the mess and it was instead the bartender’s inability to hold it, both women knew it was the redhead’s fault. The woman glared at Summer, but said nothing and quickly moved to clean up the glass with a slight panic. The redhead’s hands were shaking uncontrollably, but she knew she needed to get her act together. Whether or not the clown was present, she was playing a character who knew him only by the face.
She took a deep but silent breath as she tried to compose herself. Opening and closing her hands into tight fists. She tuned the rest of the room out for a few seconds, repeating a mantra in her head that might calm her nerves. As the bartender cleaned up the glass, the redhead joined her behind the bar to prepare the drink and distract her trembling fingers with a task. Despite the fact she had only tended the bar on various occasions over the past month, her skillset had grown variously. She could prepare numerous drinks at a time with a variety of flourishes that would prove entertaining for some of the customers seated bar-side. Summer was a fast learner and she almost enjoyed some of the attention she had acquired from behind the bar for her newfound talents rather than the revealing uniform she wore on a typical work day. She added a few of her tricks with the preparation of Cobblepott’s drink in order to restore her confidence, checked it thoroughly to insure it was without a flaw, and garnished it.
Oblivious to the glares from the other two servers, she quietly returned the new drink to their boss’s side without another distraction. As she set the tumbler down, she sent a polite smile in Lola's direction, desperate to avoid eye contact with most others in the room.
notes: click to see my super sexy outfit upgrade below. Pearl Tie! summer is wearing this
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Lola Marks
"There's no need to be smart if you're already rich."
Registered On: Aug 7, 2012 23:32:06 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 83
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Post by Lola Marks on Jan 21, 2015 16:21:12 GMT -5
It was difficult being in the middle of what seemed to be so many famous people. When she had first came here she’d heard of none of them, but after Oswald filled her in, she actually felt like she knew even less now. It was one thing to hear about what they’d done and another thing to actually experience it. It didn’t matter what they had done if they were friends of Oswald’s. He was obviously the gentleman with the most class in the room. The one in the corner with the mask wasn’t supposed to be here, The gentleman in the green had grabbed a woman by her hair and She didn’t think she needed to explain why the last gentleman didn’t possess it. How could anyone retain class looking like a clown?
Still, she didn’t mind everything as long as she was sitting next to her puffin. It was all the women in the room that had all the grace, except for the fake red head in the corner kissing on “Black Mask”. Did she know that she was kissing someone that was supposed to be dead? It didn’t matter; she looked like the type that wouldn’t care anyway.
Lola smiled when Poison Ivy came back to the table. She really was beautiful and possibly the best dressed here aside from herself. Though she had to admit, what she’d done to Mr. Nigma was, interesting. She didn’t know that she could do that. What she actually was to her became questionable. She couldn’t have been a human, the last time she checked humans couldn’t do that. But, this wouldn’t change anything in their relationship, rather than Lola knew not to make her angry, ever. She was far too pretty and full of class to let go because of a simple issue with species.
The loud clang hit her ears and she immediately turned her head to see what it was. There was enough going on without another accident. She assumed it was one of the brutes in the room, but it was something unexpected. After everything was settled the girl whom had done it made their way back to them and set down a glass for her Puffin. She smiled back at her. “Such a petty mistake for such a pretty girl.” She offhandedly commented her. She was mostly jealous of those gorgeous pearls around her neck.
She leaned to Oswald’s side and whispered something in his ear. “I want those pearls.” She smiled and gave him a soft kiss. She didn’t need those pearls, exactly around her neck, but she did believe she deserved to have them more.
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
Player: Jere ~
Registered On: Mar 26, 2012 22:05:58 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Jan 27, 2015 20:48:03 GMT -5
The downside of the mask because one has to face it—every costume has its downside—was it wasn’t very expressive. If skin could be placed on it one could tell what he was feeling, but as much as in this situation it was pity, it was usually very, very convenient. After all, what secrets could be given away in the pull of muscles over a face?
He tilted his head and gave a breath to express the sympathy he felt for VerMillion. While a fight would be more than entertaining and he wasn’t actually perturbed of her position—maybe Jonathan would have worried, but how little faith that man has in his pet—it is rather a droll position for her. Still wolves bay incessantly at the moon and Edward just couldn’t let a night slip away where he couldn’t make himself seem better than someone. Speaking of…
Jeremiah’s looked at the man during the last moments of his imprisonment by Ivy and scoffed. He took another sip of his drink and stood. Like has been said, what could be revealed in the twitch of nerves and muscles over a face. He knew Edward was going to let VerMillion go and the moment he did, Black Mask has an arm about her waist and a hand in her hair. If he’d heard any sort of crack from Joker he didn’t even look at him. He instead smoothed the dyed locks back into the style they once were and smirked at the woman who will be his prize for the present.
“If lust is the fear that Scarecrow will not tend to you right, then consider me terrified,” he drawled and began to guide the woman towards the table where the game will begin. He only paused to give his glass to Summer. His shoulder brushed against hers.
“Tsk, tsk little red breast, do be careful…such a beautiful face to harm if your cover’s blown, hm,” he murmured to her and then he passed, took a seat at the table, and pulled VerMillion across his lap. “Be my lucky charm tonight.” He chuckled and ran a hand up her thigh and just beneath her dress.
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