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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 4:22:19 GMT -5
"Stephen Hawking called. He wants his voice back."
The madman bellowed a gravelly laugh at the utterance of his own joke before freezing in his tracks. A few moments passed, his body remained stiff and his eyes kept locked on The Mystery Man. In that span of a ten seconds, his one functioning eye glazed over and his throat went dry as a bone. He wasn't able to stop his hand from shaking a fair bit, effectively splashing a considerable amount of his drink onto the floor. The Disfigured man didn't sat a word, only took six step backs and leaned against the far wall. His eye took in the events unfolding before him, and he couldn't help but feel confused about the entire situation.
Two-Face was gone, tucked into his cave made of anger and hate, locked away for the time being within the back of his mind, leaving the once revered Golden Boy of Gotham behind. Though, these days, stuck in a room with Gotham's most vile inhabitants, he didn't feel so golden. The Criminals exchanged pleasantries, if they could even be called such a thing, and eventually sat themselves at the table before themselves. Each individual who sat feet away from Harvey had done vile things in their lives. Upon first glance, he couldn't quite understand why he was even at an event with such a group, but then it all came back. His free hand reached up and gently ran down the charred, leathery skin which lined half of his face, and just like all the others times he'd snapped back into his own head, he was kicked in the teeth by reality.
Poker
As the clickity-clack of chips stacking on top of themselves graced his ears, Harvey was reminded of a happier time. A time when the game before him was played in good spirits, with good people. The nights when he and Jim Gordon would get together with the boys and play all night, laughing and reminiscing about their common interests and problems. The job, the mortgage, the wife....
Gilda.
It took every bit of his willpower not to scream out in agony within the room as Gilda ran through his head. Everything he'd thrown away just for revenge, all because of one god damn mobster. Harvey cringed at the thoughts. Everytime he woke from one of his 'episodes', it was like living all his mistakes over again, at once no less. He raised the drink to his lips, though before taking a sip, the aroma hit his nostrils, causing Dent to sneer in disgust.
Scotch. That was his drink of choice.
Two strides and he stopped at the bar, tossing the glass onto it's surface. He couldn't stand hard liquor. That was always "Big Bad Harv's" favorite, and he was nothing like that motherfucker. Nothing. At least, that's what he told himself every waking moment of every goddamn day.
"Brewski."
He demanded. The bartender quickly complied. He was scared. That much was evident. His memories were fragmented. Harvey didn't know how he'd gotten here or what he'd been doing, but he assumed he was here to play the game. Evident by the empty seats at the table. Harvey glanced down at his suit, a classic dual black and white suit. He was trying to break the habit as of late, dress in solid colored suits, but Big Bad Harv just couldn't battle the norm. He plucked the bottle off the bar and sauntered over to an empty, running his hand along the side of his suit jacket casually, feeling for a firearm and feeling significantly better when he found one. After taking a seat, he placed the bottle down and cleared his throat. Truthfully, Harvey was lost, as he usually was these days. So, he did what he always did when ancey. He fished his coin out of his pocket and began to fiddle with it nervously in one hand.
Order. Chaos. Order. Chaos.
Two conflicting voices in his head. It was so frustrating. Every time Two-Face butted into the equation his thoughts were thrown out of whack, his thoughts began to shift and change. His memories were erased by an aspect of his own psyche sabotaging him in an attempt to take control. He wanted to push away his psychotic urges but just couldn't. He grit his teeth and flipped the coin. Make a choice. He glanced at the result and began to fidget once more, now looking at his peers, all of whom were arguing in some form or another.
"Order. Order I say."
He called out, calling attention towards himself. Dent raised his one intact eyebrow and used his free hand to gesture towards the empty seats at the table.
"We're all busy people, so I'll play the role of our vocally challenged friend here and pose a question..."
Apollo nodded his head towards Gotham's Puzzle Prince and smiled with what lips he had left.
"Are we going to play the game or quarrel like fools all night?"
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Feb 14, 2015 15:07:41 GMT -5
Hmm, they might not be about to break out into a brawl. Oswald wasn't sure whether he should be relieved or disappointed to miss the opportunity to see so many of his fellow rogues face off. It would have been a good excuse to see Ivy fight and judge Black Mask a little more, while hopefully killing the little Scarebrat. Perhaps it was for the best though considering how much damage they were prone to doing but there was a growing amount of people in the room Oswald wouldn't be unhappy to see dead, even if he wasn't prepared to get involved himself.
Joker was as ever a distraction. The moment the clown moved Oswald felt he had to keep an eye on him more than anyone "No more acid for tonight but if you'd like to donate your own a little blood can be arranged" Oswald responded dryly to Joker's comment about the carpet but there was no predicting the clown, there was only observation and damage control. He seemed focused on the others, that was good. Even better when he decided to bother Black Mask, if the man returned to the grave by the end of the night it would save Oswald a lot of work.
As the tension in the room reduced Oswald was on the look out for the next source of trouble but couldn't help a small response to Ivy's words "Such interests may lead to dangerous places" He appreciates that she bothered to apologise but does not like that she stepped in to save someone he really doesn't like.
The sound of breaking glass from the bar though immediately demanded his attention above everything else as the sound triggered a quick cloud of memories from members of the batfamily swinging through his windows, to bombs thrown them and even a few incidents of his mother simply being an angry drunk. It was an instinctual reaction by now and within a split second his umbrella was pointed straight at Summer. It was fortunate he was more in control of firing the actual thing and after he realised what had happened his face just twisted into one of anger as he lowered the umbrella weapon. He tried to laugh it off a second later but still looked annoyed "I've said it before, you simply can't get the staff these days"
He looks like he's past it right up until Summer delivers his drink and he grabs her arm to stopped her from retreating right away "Your name?" he questions and though he doesn't hold onto her too firmly he only lets her go again when she has responded "Linsey will be having a word with you tomorrow" She has the time to at least get a few steps away before Oswald smiled at Lola's whisper and kiss and stopped her again "Starling" he beckoned her back without bothering to look at her "May I see those pearls?" as he holds out his hand for the tie it was clearly not a question, he expected her to hand them over right then.
He wasn't about the dwell on a waitress though as Harvey spoke up "With the track record of these events it could yet go one way or the other" He chuckled, embarrassing staff when they annoyed him was something that helped his mood "Perhaps Roman would be so kind as to regale us with tales of his untimely demise and we may deal. Unless he plans to lurk by the bar like a corpse all night?" He didn't like Black Mask but he was curious how the man was alive.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Feb 14, 2015 15:18:39 GMT -5
When VerMillion finds the grip on her loosening, she sighs. Well, that was all over-dramatic and pointless! And painful too - she really didn't appreciate being grabbed like that. Fortunately, she's not a moment out of his hands before she's back in the hands of someone who is much more welcome to touch her. And with him fixing her rumpled hair, she's soon half forgotten that it all even happened. There will be plenty of time to stew about how much of a jerk he is later, when she's not being shamelessly flirted with.
"Well, that's convenient... I was planning on getting a taxi home after all this, but would you mind giving me a ride?" she asks him with a certain wicked smile. This evening may yet turn out to be far more fun than she thought! She'd been half convinced that her agreement with Heather would make it totally lame, but instead her other half seems to be bizarrely more willing to let her do what she wants than she could ever hope for.
More than happy to allow him to lead her to the table, she can just barely overhear the words whispered to the waitress, though she's quick to ignore them because they don't matter to her. Though it does prompt her to look at the young woman, and when she does her eyes go wide in surprise. She opens her mouth to say something, but then suddenly closes it with a confused frown. Then she rolls her eyes and turns her attention away from the waitress, apparently ignoring her.
She has other things to think about very shortly after that moment, after all. Finding herself being pulled into Black Mask's lap, she giggles and says, "Okay." She doesn't really want to play the game herself very much anyway. In fact, she didn't bring any playing money at all, come to think of it. Though as she idly starts to shift her leg just a little bit to cause Black Mask's hand on her thigh to slide just a little bit higher, Heather interrupts her with a reminder that there were certain other things that she was supposed to be doing with this evening. Oh yeah, right.
Sighing a little, she somewhat quietly tells Black Mask, "Though I've got to warn you, I promised Heather that I'll do what she says while we're here." The words are not whispered, as she doesn't see the point of keeping that a secret, though she does keep her voice down so that she doesn't compete with everyone else who's talking.
What she says next when she turns to Mr. Cobblepot, on the other hand, is meant to be heard. "I'm sorry if you're not happy I'm here, Mr. Cobblepot," she says with what, given their past history, he'd probably consider to be a remarkable amount of politeness. Or at least as much politeness as a young woman can have while being seated on another man's lap and allowing him to cop a feel. She can be polite, after all - she's just not had an occasion to want to be while in Oswald's presence before. "But I have a little thing I need to talk to you about - in Jon's behalf. Nothing private," she says, adding that last bit to indicate that she's not asking to speak with him alone or anything like that. In fact, Heather seems to be quite certain that they explicitly don't want to speak to him in private right now.
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Post by The Joker on Feb 28, 2015 8:20:10 GMT -5
The Joker here was getting really bored. He barely kept watching, just staring at his half empty drink. He wanted a Martini. His boredoom was led by the fact that the clown wasn't at the center of the situation and that he wasn't doing anything to be in it. He was just feeling that it wasn't the right time...yet. Let the others have their sparkling moments, but the clown will have the star.
The Joker finished is drink and thought "I need another drink...maybe something with blood in it" because really, he just wanted to kill everyone in this room, take the money just for the cliché and spend it all at Las Vegas. His mind started daydreaming, it wasn't a good sign, it meant that sooner or later the boredoom will take his tool on him and that wasn't a good thing for anyone in this room. Especially for Oswald's carpet.
But finally something really interesting happened, well, two things in one. The clown smiled rising his eyes to see Two-Face in the club and smiled hearing his joke...how could not like him...them. Well, a part of him said that he was the clown so he only was supposed to say the jokes, but hey, he will take revange by stealing Two-Face's coin. Yep, that sounded fun. Joker always wondered if he even used it to decided to go to the bathroom or not.
Joker observed him putting his empty glass on the table and leaning back in the chair with a lag crossed on the other. No. There was something wrong about him. He could tell. He could always tell. The clown lived in the madness so he could recognize a mad fellow when he met one. Something changed in Two-Face's behaviour. The Joker got up with his empty glass and went to the barman asking for a Martini in James Bond style, not that the clown was a nerd Bond's fan, it just suited the scenario so well that he had just to do it. When the barman gave him the drink, the clown came back and instead of sitting to his privious chair, he got the one next to Two-Face "Hey..." he whispered to him with his glass near his lips "...better relax a bit or they will see it too" he winked at him "No worries, I will help to hide you, Harv" saying that Joker took a sip of his Martini that was good, he had to admit it "You should have stuck with the other drink" he suggested. He was talking with Harvey with a low tone so only he could hear the clown. But for one like the Joker chaning places and starting to whisper and just having weird manners wasn't so weird at all.
Then Joker nodded "He is right, I love drama and soap operas, but I love playing Poker more" he took another sip "I am the clown and instead you behave like children" he laughed a little "Oh, and Ozzy, I love your attention too, it's flattering really...am I blushing?" with that sentence, the clown was making Ozzy notice that Joker noticed he was keeping an eye on him more than anyone and this time he laughed harder because someone could not see if he blushed, porcelain skin and all "But I think that your girlfriend deserves it more" then he nodded abot the carpet "I think you are right. I always make things look batter" modesty aside. Then he observed the interaction between the waitress and Oswald, the clown didn't even pay attention at the mess the waitress did before because of his boredoom. He just looked at them for few seconds thinking about Oswald's girlfriend and how mouch he was doing for her. That was turning on his mind...he hid a growning smile with his cocktail glass taking another sip "You better work on the laughs, trust me, I am an expert" he joked about Oswald's reaction to the waitress' mess, mocking his impulsive fear. Joker moved his gaze to Scarecrow's not-so-girlfriend, nothing private, then maybe wasn't anything interesting too.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Mar 12, 2015 1:57:00 GMT -5
It's always such a volatile thing when so many of their little subset of society comes together. Even Poison Ivy isn't sure that she could plan an event involving them so carefully that it wouldn't erupt into chaos - instead she'd assume that there would be chaos and plan around that. And she most certainly wouldn't hold that event at her own home, even if the location of her home wasn't a secret. But for all she feels that bit of Oswald's planning was was ill-advised, so far it's looking like the venue will survive, at least.
"I can't help but flirt with danger from time to time," she replies to Oswald with a small smile, as that's the truth. Especially if it helps her accomplish her goals.
And now that her own part of the chaos is (hopefully) over, she's simply sitting quietly in her seat at the poker table - sitting her drink and settling herself down mentally as well as physically. Which isn't to say that she's ignoring her surroundings - it's actually quite entertaining to see all the little interactions going on between everyone. Especially all the little things going on with the waitress, who she certainly remembers, though she has no inclination to do more than observe the whole thing.
Still, she can only content herself to be an observer for so long, especially since she's perfectly capable of keeping tabs on some of the other more interesting happenings - such as Oswald asking about Black Mask's survival, and what does Miss Glass want to say to Oswald? - while participating in other things herself, so long as she doesn't need to play dangerously again.
So, waiting a beat after Lola finishes whispering whatever it is to Oswald, she smiles at the other woman and says, "So how have you been Miss Marks, by the by?" They didn't get much past 'hello' before she'd had to go take care of Eddie, but now that there aren't any idiots threatening to kill anyone she needs to remain alive she might as well invite the second most interesting person present to chat with her. If she can stop fawning over her ugly boyfriend long enough to do so, that is.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2015 15:16:02 GMT -5
Summer took a deep breath, assuming her mistake had gone ignored. Tray still in hand, the redhead literally froze as she found the tip of the infamous umbrella pointed directly at her face. The other two servers edged away from Summer. One was almost smirking as she continued to prepare drinks and the other wouldn’t even look up at the targeted redhead. “I apologize! I didn’t mean to-” Summer attempted quickly, trying desperately to find other words that might soothe the situation she had placed herself in. Her palms were sweating and she struggled to keep hold of the tray. Was this it? What was he going to do? The last thing she wanted to be was the target for Cobblepott’s wrath in front of all of these people? Afraid to move or speak, she didn’t even exhale until the umbrella had been lowered.
She couldn’t take the time to shake the overwhelming anxiety that had crashed over her. The redhead prepared the serving tray before approaching Cobblepott and Lola first. Smothering her fears, she forced a smile and started toward the table, her shoulder brushing against the man, Black Mask. Her eyes met his quickly with an apologetic expression, though his words caused her mouth to fall open slightly. He knew who she was. How did he know who she was? Summer watched him for a moment, looking for some kind of answer. As he pulled Vermillion onto his lap, she pursed her lips in the fellow redhead’s direction, begging with her eyes for the woman to keep quiet. However, with the mysterious Black Mask keeping the girl’s attention, she returned to her task and continued to rack her brain as to who the masked man might be. She would be expected to serve their side of the table next, it was only a matter of time.
Starting toward Lola and her equally intimidating partner, she smiled at the beautiful woman in a polite manner, sending a compliment her way in an attempt to have a fresh start. “You look lovely as always, Miss Marks.” It wasn’t until the brunette’s words did the smile waver from Summer’s face. Looking back up from the tray as she placed the drinks in front of those who had ordered them, she looked to Lola to show she had heard what was said, though didn’t dare comment back. She worked hastily but efficiently so that she could tend to the others and get away from the pair.
What would happen from here on out? Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. As she moved to turn away, she felt a large hand on her upper arm. She twisted back around to face her boss with a sympathetic smile. Opening her mouth to apologize once more, he spoke before the words could leave her red lips. “Starling.” She answered quickly, her voice unlike her own. Her nerves were more than apparent as she nodded. “Yes sir.” Summer replied quickly, eager to get away. Until now she had managed to stay under the radar at Iceberg. She wasn’t sure what a meeting with Linsey involved, or if this was the premature end of her experience at Iceberg.
Turning away, she had only managed to get several steps away before she heard her fake name surface. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath before turning back around to face him. “Yes, sir?” She started back toward the edge of the table, fingers laced and hands in front of her. Almost caught off-guard by his request, she raised her hand to her pearls. “I’m sorry?” she asked as if she didn’t understand his demand. “Oh-of...of course.” Still stunned, she moved to the clasp and messed with it for a few seconds before replying back. “I’m sorry, the clasp seems to be stuck. I am sure I can get them to you by the end of the evening.” That was not exactly a lie, but her hands were shaking so violently that she couldn’t properly unfasten it. At the same time, she didn’t want to hand over her beloved pearls. They had been a gift from the Ambassador of Poland after a once in a lifetime interview. She couldn’t even begin to imagine how much they were worth, though the sentimental value itself outweighed the purchased cost. Maybe if she managed to buy herself some time, a few more cocktails in his direction might make him forget about her pearls. “ notes: Pearl Tie! summer is wearing this
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Post by Lola Marks on Mar 22, 2015 11:41:07 GMT -5
Everyone seemed to be settling, for the most part. Oswald’s friends just seemed to get more and more curious each time they opened their mouths. She found most of their behaviors vulgar, for at least the men in the room, but she could ignore it for Oswald. It was all about rich company and being seen. As long as those two things were happening she didn’t care much else about what was going on.
Lola smiled when Ozzy called the woman back over just as she tried to slip away. She wouldn’t get away with those so easily. As he called for her to take them off Lola blushed. She didn’t care that they were off another woman’s neck. She was working; surely she could buy herself another one. That’s what working women liked to do right? Buy things that might be nice for them by the time they get off work. Lola would never live that way. It was much easier to have someone do the work for you. She was all for women in the working field of course. You would never catch her saying she was for women in the kitchen only, ugly women needed something to do too.
Why this pretty thing decided to work was beyond her, but she was more than happy to take advantage of what she clearly didn’t deserve to have. It should be on someone more important. Like her! But just as Ozzy asked for her to remove them another voice caught her attention. She turned to Poison Ivy and smiled, still keep an eye on the woman with the pearls in their dance to get her to remove them. “I’ve been wonderful, busy helping Ozzy with odds and ends. How have you been?” She asked to carry on the conversation only to catcher the woman struggling to remove it.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh no! you poor thing…” She drug out the last sentence and beckoned her. “If it’s such a bother then you’ll probably need help removing them.” She beckoned her over. She could help her get them off. If the clasp was that much of a bother for her why would she want to keep it anyway?
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 19, 2015 16:06:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Black Mask/Jere has decided to step out of the thread so he's no longer in the pose order and we're now assuming that he's not at the table)
"You are capable of blushing?" Oswald idly questioned the Joker in return to the clown's humour "I don't recall ever seeing a tone to your skin at all, just that pale, sickly colour. Perhaps you should get out more?" Given the right mood and audience he was happy to throw insults around and things did appear to be progressing past the stage of openly threatening.
Ivy had been given her warning and he chooses not to reply to her next comment, if she was smart she would avoid danger with him. He was very compelled not to make trouble with her and it would be most uncomfortable if she were to start it herself. He does however make a mental note of her speaking to Lola again, he's unsure if he likes that still but there was some reason to the fact he wasn't actively ensuring it didn't happen.
Oswald's mouth tightened when Summer made her excuses about the pearls. Was she possibly daring to disobey him? Did the pearls mean so much to her that she would disregard who she was taking to? He wanted them even more now. It was no longer just a matter of Lola wanting them it was now one of control. He fought the urge to beat her down right then, to blow up over something that appeared so small would be unseemly but he found he could not ignore it. Then Lola stepped in. The moment he saw what she was doing his mouth twisted into a grin, his wraith gone in an instant. He loved it when she was so ruthless.
The grin was short lived, replaced with a grim look of displeasure when Heather(Or Vermillion, he really didn't care to decide which) sat and actually started speaking to him. He still disliked her. He blamed Jon for everything but she was clearly a spark for his actions. He entertained the thought of shooting her again, just for fun. He supposes he should find out what Jon wants first, if only as something has apparently briefly trained some manners into the little brat. He certainly didn't disagree with the fact he was not happy to see her there. Her request to speak was at first met with a silent stare as he considered the options and what Jon might want to say. Private or not he would have preferred the other rogues not get to know what is spoken about, if it was nothing of consequence he could still have pretended otherwise then. It was no option though, he couldn't leave them unattended and it didn't seem as though he could insists with Ivy there. Finally he reaches for his drink though and responds "Then you had best speak but I encourage you to present a message I will like" He is not above shooting the messenger.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 22, 2015 19:37:12 GMT -5
Now that her life isn't in imminent danger and there's no sign that's about to change, Heather seems to be calming down (somewhat) so perhaps VerMillion can finally relax. She has no idea why her other half feels the need to be freaked out by all this, but it's very uncomfortable when she does that. Though she can perhaps see some logic to not wanting to have a gun pointed to your head, everything else in this situation doesn't seem like a big deal at all. Not the Joker's presence, not that Ivy's being more 'proactive' (and green) than she's ever seen her, not... well, maybe she does care that Summer is getting her necklace stolen by the rich bitch, but Heather already told her not to get involved with that.
Ugh, having to listen to Heather sucks. But she did promise. So instead of paying much attention to the chaos that she's not a part of, she tries to keep it upon Oswald. Maybe if she gets her task for the evening finished then Heather will let her have some more fun - work before play, right?
So when she's given permission to speak, she's quite eager to do so. "Well, I don't know if you'll like it or not," she admits with a slight shrug first, adding, "But it's not really a 'message'. It's just... Well, Jon did a lot of stuff to you, you did a lot of stuff to Jon. And Jon figures that everything more or less evens out now, but you seem to be really, really mad at him still. And Jon wants you to, well, not be mad - it's bad for business. For both of you. So I want to figure out how to fix that." Kind of a simplistic way of putting it, but it gets the job done. And she can only imagine just how... messy it would be if Jon were the one here doing this. He'd certainly wouldn't say it so clearly or concisely, and that's merely the tip of the advantages of her being the one to talk to Oswald instead of him.
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Post by The Joker on Apr 24, 2015 19:59:01 GMT -5
Joker heard Oswald's comeback and smiled shaking his head, he looked amused, but maybe he wasn't. He stayed silent for a while, looking at what was happening, the problem with the perls and the talking. Slowly, he started mixing his own cards and quickly he made all of them disappear in his suit like a magician, but one was still in his hand.
Joker threw the card, a jolly, in the center of the table. The card passed near Ozzy's ear and stuck in the table. Joker stood up and sighed "Blah, blah, blah" he gave a look to the girly-girl of Scary and then he said "Let's play" Joker said sitting at the game table, but now he was staring at Oswald, his green eyes unmovable.
Joker's tone didn't admit any response to what he said about playing, he wanted to play so it would be better if they started. In fact, Joker's card was the first warning, the second one was his words. Better not arrive at the third warning. Joker felt that he was being really nice to give warnings so he could get very upset if he wasn't listened.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on May 8, 2015 21:14:37 GMT -5
Nodding easily at Lola's reply, Poison Ivy smiles and is quick to answer herself when the question is turned around on her. "Oh, I've been doing very well, darling! Certainly better than the last time I saw you," she answers easily, "Believe me when I say that your visit was the highlight of my time there - it's been wonderful to be back where I belong." Yes, among these people instead of the ones at the asylum... it's sad that there's not so much of a difference. Perhaps that's a part of why she took her own sweet time to escape, even though she could have sooner.
Only when Lola's attention goes to the necklace again does she pretend to take notice of it herself. "Oh, what lovely pearls!" she gushes, "I haven't seen pearls in so long - at least a year, I think. It's all brass, other metals, and gemstones right now." Frowning slightly she shakes her head. "I do hope that they'll come back in style soon, but fashion is one thing that I can't control," she rambles a little.
Actually, perhaps she could control fashion - that might be a fun little experiment. Head off to Paris, get the right designers under her spell... in theory it would work. Though the longer that she ponders it the more that she realizes that it's a nice daydream and nothing more. She has far more important things to do than to drug the fashion industry.
Even as she talks she keeps an eye and an ear on the conversation between Oswald and VerMillion, though only a glance in their direction indicates her interest. It's a good thing that she's good at multi-tasking. What does get more of her attention is the card throw into the table - mostly because it's literally been thrown into the table. Her lips purse and her eyes deign to fall upon the one who threw it. Clicking her tongue, she comments, "Oh dear, the clown is bored, someone should do something." A comment so thick with stilted sarcasm that it's a wonder that it isn't visible. She, of course, will be doing nothing about that so-called 'problem'.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 22:14:10 GMT -5
Two-Face chuckled at the clown's sudden boredom, a smirk forming over what was left of their lips as they took a shot of their scotch. They eyed Ivy when she actually caught and commented on the clown's boredom. They hated seeing her again, they hated seeing any girl they had 'relations' with again.
"Maybe we should..." Harvey Dent started before he was interrupted by a deep groan from his other half "Do what the clown says, I got business to attend to and I came here for a game of poker. Understood?" The other voice announced, muttering some curses at the end.
They had just returned to the table after fetching his drink of choice, freshly brewed scotch courtesy of their feathered friend. It seemed like such a long time since they actually sat down with each other and tried to be civil instead of fighting over Gotham's streets. It was a site for both of their eyes, to see all of their friends and enemies gathered under one roof for a small social gathering. Whilst waiting for their replies, they took another big swig, smirking as they set the drink down. Their ideals at constant battle made Two Face uneasy, forcing him to load himself with beverages until one of them finally snapped and took control of the other, making things a lot easier to do for the both of them.
"So are we playing.......or are we just going to let the clown make his way to chaos?" After the comment, the two voices seemed to ramble on into a quiet argument with each other that only they could hear, to those who were watching them it was one of the usual things you see whilst you are in the company of the half-deformed former district attorney turned criminal. They rubbed the coin that lay in their left palm before flipping it, settling whatever small debate they had gotten themselves in.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 0:47:27 GMT -5
Pretending to fuss with the clasp on the back of her necklace, she couldn’t even force a smile on her face. “May I ask what exactly it is you need it for?” Summer asked the malicious beauty before her, now moving in an attempt to help free the tie made from pearls from her neck. The undercover redhead couldn’t even bare to meet the gaze of her employer. What would happen when they realized how rare and expensive her necklace was? It was custom made and she instantly felt foolish for wearing it in such a high-stakes situation. Would the brunette give it back to her – or would the cherished present be lost forever.
Defeated, she pretended to fidget with it as she slowly started toward Miss Marks. She managed a face of frustration that was suddenly relieved with success as the clasp came easily undone in her hands. “Oh, there it is.” The weight of the necklace was removed from her neck as she caught it in her hands. Biting her lower lip, she took one long look at it before handing it over. Her cheeks grew red as she sacrificed the meaningful trinket, hoping that the woman would take a moment to admire it and simply hand it right back. However, Summer didn’t think the odds were in her favor. However, a newfound fear flashed before her eye. Would they notice its value – and how would a waitress obtain something so priceless.
The redhead clenched her jaw as the two women spoke, their conversation temporarily revolving around the pearls that Summer had just sacrificed. “Is there anything else I can get you, Miss Marks?” Or you, Miss Ivy?
summer is wearing this minus the tie ;D
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