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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 18:33:53 GMT -5
Mark stood with Bambi, pushing his chair aside, not entirely caring where it landed or who it hit. "I was hoping you'd say that." Mark smiled, wrapping his arm around the barely dressed twenty-something (or at least he hoped,) and firmly slapped her backside, resting his hand over one cheek as he lead her out of the auto-shop/bar. "Let's go back to my place. It's only about a block away. My roommate probably isn't home." Truth be told, he most likely was. But if he was quiet, maybe she wouldn't mind. The villain kept his hand on her butt, and even gave her a firm squeeze.
"Say, you into... electro-play?" Mark asked in a curiously devious tone, only because he knew just what kind of woman he was bringing back to Cold's warehouse. He wouldn't mind a one night stand, or two. Or since she was so close... as long as he was in Gotham.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2015 20:27:18 GMT -5
It had only been two and a half years since Carpenter had been bitten and transformed into the Vampire she was today, though she was still learning and being comfortable in her own skin, the heightened senses always proved to be the hardest to get use to. She wasn't as privy to these senses as much as say an actual bat was when it came to hearing, or the sense of smell that a dog has, but it was much greater than she had before. The sense of taste, smell, hearing, and touch was enhanced thanks to her superhuman attributes. Surprisingly it didn't help her experience a more overwhelming high, but it actually helped her focus more during her high. This was only more evident that Peanut had let one rip so close to her.
Opening her eyes slowly, Carpenter was now awake, and her healing factor has done away with the most of the damage the cocaine had done to her, but was still riding slowly off her high. She turned to rest on her back to face the pug who actually looked concern, as if it could feel the human emotion of being embarrassed after cutting the cheese.
This only brought back the one question that had been lingering in her mind since she kicked the door in to the back room; was this dog sentient? What was it doing next to that undefinable piece of technology, if he hadn't been operating it? Carpenter's mind began to sober up, though she decided to wait there for a little while before making a move. She did raise an eyebrow expecting the dog to say "Excuse me." Though no such thing happened. The vampire did clear her throat and scanned the room. There were other scents in the room other than the pug's gas. It mostly smelled of weed, sex, and alcohol. The thought of it made her smile, and she stretched her weary limbs, as if they'd share such activities with her.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2015 19:23:48 GMT -5
The blond uttered a laugh of glee as the man nearly pushed his chair over. When his surprisingly muscular arm wrapped around her body and his hand made a little stinging smack on her buttocks, Bambi giggled and slipped her way into Mardon’s rain coat. Her arm slid along his back, side hugging him to her as they left the autoshop.
Nice and up close, Bambi grinned up at Mark as he gave her a playful little squeezed. “Baby--” The blond liked it dangerous, that much was obvious from the way she stepped out into the Gotham ghetto in only a bikini with a stranger. “As long as electro-play doesn’t equate to me getting hurt too bad--I’ll try anything once”
Peanut glared at Kevin, who was covering his mouth with a grease covered hand to try and pretend like he wasn’t laughing. Kevin was not tactful and failed miserably, honking out a wheezing laugh as he rolled forward onto the floor. “Dude! You beefed it!”
The pug stuck his nose up in the air and huffed. “Eggscuse yoo Kebin. Rood” [Excuse you Kevin. Rude.] Peanut did turn to look at Carpenter as she stretched, and leaned back into the couch. “Mad’em. Eggcus bmee. Dat wuz rood. I’mb Peadnud. Sum Pee-pole call me da Pug Professor” [Madam. Excuse me. That was rude. I’m Peanut. Some people call me the Pug Professor]
The little dog held out his paw for the woman to shake.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 8:57:37 GMT -5
A slight moment of panic entered Mark’s mind as the Gothamite reached in and around Mark’s raincoat, as he felt that she might poke at his Weather Wand; but quickly rationalized that even if she did manage to grab it, she wouldn’t know what it was. Well, she’d know soon enough since she gave him her blessing. There was nothing to worry about, just as long as he kept his head on straight, and unlike Cold or Piper, he was good with the ladies.
The crook kept leading Bambi to Leonard’s warehouse, feigning the fact that he should keep her close because it was chilly outside; in reality, he enjoyed her body pressed against his. It was probably obvious, not that either one of the two cared, mind you. "Good,” Mardon said to her, unable to keep himself from smiling, "it seems like we’ll just have to try a lot of things once.” It was a one liner; he hated them because someone like Boomer relied on them too much, like a crutch in the dating circle.
They reached the warehouse, not four blocks from the Auto-Shop, nearly every building in the district was about as rundown as the one Cold had been renting. The cheapest place in Gotham, most likely; it still had wi-fi, and electricity, that was the important thing. Opening the side door, he stepped in, and decided to test the waters, "Hello, anyone home?” He called out in the darkness of the warehouse.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2015 15:05:05 GMT -5
Carpenter slowly embraced the small pug’s hand and looked up to him, going with the usual stoner response: “Far out…” The Vampire sat up and rubbed her sunken eyes, assessing the situation, as far as she could tell, she could have been dreaming. If she was, well, at least she decided she was going to go with it. “My name is, uh, Carpenter. Where am I?” She asked not immediately recognizing any of her surroundings. She was sure that she was in a night club slash boxing match, and smoozing up several drunks, now, she wasn’t so sure of what was going on.
“Oh shit.” She suddenly remembered why she was here to begin with, she looked over to the teenager who she was sure he had mentioned there was a Pemsworth in the room. The Vampire had been distracted, as she tried too hard to fit into the crowd; she decided to stay quiet and not mention anything, as she hadn’t fully recovered yet. For all she knew, this "Pemsworth" character had already legged it
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 11:42:32 GMT -5
Mark smiled, and leaned over to turn on the lights to the warehouse, a single switch was connected to every single light bulb, unfortunately. “C’mon,” the Central Crook said leading Bambi up the stairs that ran against the walls “I’ve got a futon we can get close to and familiarize ourselves with each other, upstairs.” He explained devilishly and opened the door to where he was living. The room consisted of a small color screen television, said futon, several articles of clothes that was soon about to have more added to the pile, and a nightstand, decked with a lava lamp that must have been left there from the 70’s and as Mark revealed when he opened the drawer, several rubbers encased in plastic wrapping.
Dropping his raincoat to the floor, he turned to Bambi; already embracing her and pressing his lips against hers. “You taste like Blue Moon.” Mark said as he pulled away, “I think I kind of like it.” Then kissed her again, bringing her in close enough to share each other’s body heat.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 11:58:20 GMT -5
She stretched her limbs again moaning in a half-yawn and half-aching sort of way, and shook her head. The room was beginning it’s decent in its constant spinning, and her blood pressure was returning to normal. Carpenter wasn’t going to fancy trying to find a super villain contact within the rowdy bar, just beyond the door that looked as if it had a makeshift lock on it. Did she kick that in? Oh well. She figured if she ended up returning to the JSA headquarters after she got herself cleaned up, she was going to lie and say the auto-shop was a dead end lead and they should search elsewhere for super geniuses.
“I think I still am high. Though it doesn’t last for nearly as long as I’d like.” The vampire mused, more to herself in fact. “So who runs this op? What are you doing with that control panel?” Carpenter asked, scratching the top of Professor Pug’s head, “Mind if I pet you? I’m going to pet you... what’re you lookin’ at punk? Take a picture it’ll last longer.”
Carpenter usually always had a ton of questions after she finished her high, unless of course there was someone doing what came naturally with her--questions didn't matter in such situations.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 18:37:10 GMT -5
Bambi let Mark pull her along, taking in the sight of the bachelor pad with moderate interest. She turned back to him when he spoke and gave a grin and a laugh. “A futon? Be still my beating heart. You sexy bastard”
The blonde followed him into his room, not at all disturbed by his messy surroundings; she actually found it rather charming. Bambi had been eyeing some of the clothes on his floor when Mark grabbed her, pulled her close and laid one on her. She let out a little squeak, but that quickly turned into a moan as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss.
Then he was pulling back and muttering to her and she felt butterflies she thought had been long dead. He was a little too charming, Bambi would have to up her game. She pulled back a little as he held her close, wrapping her arms around his waist and ghosting her lips against his. Touching but far enough away so she could talk. “Just like? I’ll have to fix that won’t I?”
The pug was tapping away idly, waiting for Byron to walk back in and yell at him about getting out there. Rover was done at this point and all his calibrations were just icing on the cake. Peanut was about to run through Rover’s attack perimeters again when Carpenter put a hand on his head and started petting him.
Peanut felt insulted, but he had an itch on the top of his head that he didn’t want to ask Kevin to scratch, so he stayed quiet about it and instead opted to answer her questions. “Pyron runds da fights. Has beend foor four years now” [Byron runs the fights. Has been for four years now]
Peanut ducked his head down and away from the vampire’s hand as he deemed his itch sufficiently scratched. “I’mb recaligerating my robutt” [I’m recalibrating my robot].
Kevin was still staring at Carpenter, but his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were glassy, if he was even aware she had talked to him he wasn’t showing any signs of being anything but brain dead.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 8:44:13 GMT -5
Mark leaned her over and onto her back on the futon. “It was this or the alley behind the auto-shop.” He said; what a charmer. Mardon began to climb on top of her and cupping Bambi’s head in his hands, bringing in the scantily clad woman in for another tender kiss. Her curious statement on fixing such an odd statement only made him interested in hearing her out; though his first purgative was to simply press his weight against hers. The villain grabbed the nearest blanket and pulled it over so they could begin sharing body heat, his nose and face pressed against her neck, kissing her again. “How do you intend to… fix it?” Mark asked, as he pulled back to look brown eyes, even pushing her hair away to get a better look at it.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2015 10:56:01 GMT -5
“Four years, huh? Shit, I wasn’t aware that it was going on for so long. Byron, though. Man he’s a dick. Can’t figure out how someone like him can get away with something like this under the nose of Gotham’s finest.” Carpenter admitted, as such an event has gone under her nose without her knowledge. The vampire wiped her face, just to make sure that no left over crack was sticking to her face, at the mention of the cops. Not that they would raid the place, considering it’s been under wraps for so long.
“You’re a smart dog, aren’t you? Have you always been sentient? Like were you born to an alien race of super-pugs? Or-… no irrelevant…” Carpenter muttered, shaking her hand and holding her head in vein that she often derailed and went off into a long winded conversation that mimicked that of a toddler asking too many questions. “Anyway, I should probably get out of your hair. Or fur… I dunno, it’s the same thing, right? It’s just all over your body. Must get itchy in the winter I imagine… or in Gotham in general. You’re a busy space dog, winning lots of money.” The vampire stood up, dizzy, and catching herself from stumbling and falling over. Wandering about for just a moment, and looking around the waft of drugs still hung in the air, and she meandered back straight towards the door and caught herself on Kevin.
“Seriously,” she said to the clueless teen, “Piss off.” Then Carpenter pushed him to the ground, unsure of his purpose in being in the room.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2015 17:12:51 GMT -5
Bambi made no comment, instead letting Mark do as he pleased, returning each action with an eager and assertive response. The blond tilted her head back to give the man better access to her throat, smiling as he inquired after her meaning. Looking up at him, a clever hand moved to rub circles into his shoulders ; mostly to enjoy how tight and developed they were. “Why, by making you love it instead!”
The go go dancer leaned up and swiped her tongue over his bottom lip, placing a little bit more of that beer flavor on his skin before sucking his lip between her teeth and licking it off.
Peanut let Carpenter talk without giving much commentary back, tapping idly on a button before he turned to watch her head towards the door and bully his minion. “Pleads tay for da figgds. Dey should be interestering to see” [Please stay for the fights. They should be interesting to see].
The pug hopped down off the couch and trotted ahead to the door, using all his weight to ram into it and push it open for the vampire to walk out. “Here yoo go Biss.” [Here you go Miss].
Kevin simply fell over and stared up at the ceiling, clicking his tongue in annoyance as now he had to exert himself to get back up. “Mr.P don’t be nice to that hoe, she’s rude as shit” Peanut cast a glance at Kevin that had the pothead closing his mouth and managing to look a little ashamed of his slurred outburst.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 8:48:01 GMT -5
The light was bothering him, and god, the only light switch in the building was downstairs. He hadn't accounted for it when bringing a girl back home. Yet, the desire to turn off the light just felt necessary when making it with a Gothamite. Mark leaned over the side of the futon and dug for his rain coat. "I guess there's one way to do it." He said as he retrieved his Weather Wand from his coat, still on top of her.
"Here's the part where the movie fades to black, and you shield your children's eyes in the movie theater." Mark whispered and tenderly planted his lips back onto the dancer's before raising his wand and supercharging the only light fixture in the room with a bolt of lightning.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2015 10:11:17 GMT -5
Carpenter gasped and smiled at the gentlemanly pug, “Why thank you, Peanut!” she bent over and kissed him on his smelly forehead, and turned to Kevin, the teen that looked too high to care about what was going on. “See? Y’should be more like the pug. He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.” She commented on him, as she hung against the door handle. The vampire was only about half sure that she was still talking with a sentient pug, it sure didn’t feel like a dream, and the teenager was actually acknowledging Peanut, that usually didn’t happen; not unless of course if she was still hallucinating, it was a very real possibility that she was imagining the both of them. The high and crash wouldn’t last nearly this long though, as her vampiric physiology aided her in a faster recovery, so she was certain everything that was happening, was happening. “I’ll be sure to stick around, Peanut. I’ll be rooting for you.” Carpenter said before walking out.
It was just the thought that had made her decide to turn her heel, Carpenter peeked her head back through the archway of the door, glancing tired eyes over to the pug. “Oh hey, I don’t expect you to know, but if you see a guy named Pendelton Pemsworth give me a call. Not sure what he looks like, but I picture some faggot British guy with buck teeth and a monocle. He’s supposed to be a super dangerous criminal mastermind or something like that.” She narrowed her eyes at Peanut for a quick moment, and finished with, “Just let me know if you see anyone suspicious. I’m supposed to bring him in but… got distracted.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2015 18:13:41 GMT -5
Peanut sniffed and closed his eyes as his forehead was kissed, if he could he would have smiled but settled for a dignified look of acceptance. As Carpenter lingered in the doorway he gave her a polite little bow of his head. “Tank yoo bery mudge Mizz Caprbender. I weel do my besd” [Thank you very much Miss. Carpenter. I will do my best.]
The pug was about to turn around and go over to bully the pothead still laying on the dirty floor when Carpenter poked her head back in. Big, bug eyes swiveled around to look at the woman and for a minute Peanut worried she had known who he was all along, but it was a fleeting worry and soon the small dog was simply giving her a nod. “I weel led yoo know ib I sees hims”
Peanut waited a good ten minutes after Carpenter left to run over to Kevin and proceed to squeal and jump up and down on his face. Little paws bated and scratched the teen until he was forced to sit up to avoid getting a claw to the eye. “Gawd! Mr.P! Come on maaaann!”
Peanut wheezed, honking a few times as he labored over his breathing. “Dambit Kebin! She almosd knew who I wuz…...D-does my name sound doo-tche?” [Dammit Kevin! She almost knew who I was….D-does my name sound douchey?]
Kevin blinked slowly at the pug for a few seconds before nodding. “ Yeah man---but like----evil mastermind douchey” Peanut bit the teen square on the thigh for his insolence.
Out in the main room, Byron was adjusting his suit as he walked up onto the podium that overlooked the crowd and the arena’s. Everyone was ready and the wads of cash flitting about the registers and exchange stations put a happy, warm feeling in his cold, black heart.
Every head turned as the bright visage of Byron von Bootycatcher tapped the mic, filling the air with screeching feedback that had everyone groaning. Byron sure did love annoying his patrons, and they knew and either loved or hated him for his playful nature.
His go-go dancers and pit bosses spread around as he leaned into the mic. “Ladies. Gentlemen. Lend me your ears! ARE.YOU. READY?!” The din made by the screaming of the crowd was so loud you could hear it up and down the entire block. “That’s what I thought! Prepare your asses my lovelies! Because the final rounds of our beloved Rock Em’ Sock Em tournament is about to commence! Light weights first! We have Mant1s vs Dagonet!! Contestants ready your robots it’s time to BRAWL!”
Byron was leaning over the podium, sweating and grinning so wide his grill flashed and reflected lights onto the far wall. The crowd was going crazy and people pushed and shoved to get close to the edge of the arena. Despite the fact that these robots used live ammo.
That’s what Byron loved about these damn idiots, they’d risk getting shot for a good game.
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