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Post by birdsofprey657 on Aug 27, 2011 22:39:21 GMT -5
Oswald was dining at a table on the lower levels, he had met Crane and his other associates though in one way or another they were arrogant, ignorant, un intelligent demons who stole from your pockets and got you in trouble. Fortunately, Cobblepot dealt with them using his security men, or hiring an assassin, calling in favors, favors that were in endless supplies, because he was probably the most powerful criminal and social elite in banking in Gotham and the East Side of the United States. Though he had been thinking about Luck and Chance, odd. He wasn't Harvey, though he did think about his damned coin. The former D.A. was badly scarred and had taken chance using it against all in his path.
Every meeting involved a coin flip, he was powerless without it. Though he was armed like the Black Mask with security guards, not as many as Oswald but enough to inflict pain. Cobblepot was alone eating fish, he loved fish. After all he was a wealthy, powerful bird with wings that stretched around the globe. No he wasn't a nazi if that was what your thinking, no no no. He hated Nazis. "This is delicious!" He laughed as others stared at him on the red table clothes. The waiter came up, "Anything I can get you Mr. Cobblepot" "Yes, a nice bottle of red wine, the best that you have, get two glasses in case I finish one first." He cut the fish with ease. His umbrella next to him. Now more people were listening to comedy shows or dancing. He did hire some "dancers" though not near him, he would kill one of them out of shame probably.
Sherry came out of nowhere as she usually does, prancing around and walking to Cobblepot, "Hey boss, anything on your mind?" Cobblepot gave her a weird look one eye up, the other down. "Not you, but I have been thinking about Mr. Dent lately"
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Last Edit: Aug 27, 2011 23:09:32 GMT -5 by croc
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Post by croc on Aug 27, 2011 23:08:59 GMT -5
Lights. Camera. Action.
The living being know as Two-Face made his way into the main foyer of the Iceberg Lounge. Exiting from one of the many back rooms of this private night club for the filthy rich and powerful.
Harvey Dent walked through the club like a god. All eyes were turned to him, the music seemed to fade into the background. Even before the terrible incident that created the deformed "Two-Face", Harvey Dent had always had a glow. A natural charisma and confidence which was infectious in nature. Flanking him were a pair of identical twins. Tall skinny men with red-hair and freckles. They were the known as the Connelly brothers. A pair of intelligent and brothers who were known in Gotham City North as successful deviants of politics. Ironically, it was Harvey Dent who had put them away, and Two-Face who had freed them.
Dent made his way over to the bar. Business had gone well tonight. It usually did..unless the Bat was around. With a snap of his finger, Two-Face ordered Dale Connelly to reach over the bar and grab the bartender.
"Double Bourbons."
The bartender nodded and quickly placed two shot glasses onto the bar and poured the alcohol for the former DA. Two-Face did not even look at the glasses.
"Go ahead."
With a smile, the Connelly brothers downed the shots themselves. Two-Face took a seat at the bar. His large frame, touched the floor even though he sat down. As I said. Business had went well. What was next? Investing in that beachouse off of Coney Island. But first.....there were a few matters to attend to.
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Post by birdsofprey657 on Aug 28, 2011 21:55:43 GMT -5
Cobblepot spotted Two-Face and he wasn't alone. Connelly brothers. Not the sharpest tools in the shed but a good pair of guns. Though they wouldn't stand a chance against Cobblepot and his army. "Hey Harvey, over here!" Oswald saw other people turn around and then walk away at a fast pace. They weren't Harvey and they still were turning around, idiots. Just like the Riddler.
He wanted to talk about a job that he had for Harvey, something both sides of justice and crime would love. A bone to pick with the FBI. To give them a run for their money. To cripple their intelligence operations. He would pay him a handsome salary, though he had too much money so a few thousand didn't matter much. So much as the job got done. He had agents everywhere. People on the mob's payroll. Not to mention he had his birds on his key assets. He also had a bird on Lisa Novak, the new ADA. He was going to bring her up, maybe have Harvey teach her a few lessons about being a DA in the future. He had plans for the FBI. He recently got a document about the spec ops operation for PROTECT giving him key objectives and leverage over the FBI.
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Post by croc on Aug 31, 2011 20:33:13 GMT -5
Oswald Cobblepot. Everyone's favorite corrupt bureaucrat. The man, or creature -- had a stack of money that extended above his arm pits and enough knowledge in economics not to foolishly spend it.
Tossing a coin up in the air, he waited to see what side landed...heads or tails.
Two-Face looked over his shoulder at the Penguin only showing half of his face. It was the good side. The clean cut-handsome demur Harvey Dent that looked back at Cobblepot.
He might be in the mood to talk after all today.
Two-Face lifted the small glass up to his lips and downed a shot of bourbon.
The former DA, got up from his stool and made his way slowly and casually to where the Penguin was seated. The Connolly brothers flanked him without having to be told.
His designer shoes clattered and clicked off the white marble flooring, the sound echoing to every corner of the club.
One hand was in his jacket pocket, the other twirled a long cigarette in between his fingers without breaking.
"Cobblepot," Harvey Dent stated. "What do you want?"
The tone was somewhat rude and blunt. But Oswald Cobblepot was the type of man who did not come to him for pleasantries or small talk. This was about something else. Business perhaps.
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Post by birdsofprey657 on Sept 5, 2011 12:45:32 GMT -5
No one was ever patient anymore. No manners, no hello's or how are you? Damn the world and Damn Harvey. The man wasn't even a man, yet had guns. Gun didn't do anything, but give you a sentence, power and influence give you resources. " It's not what I want it's what you want and what you want to get out of the situation that I have for you. I know that we all have problems, with the FBI and others. But for a man as powerful as you, you seem to be quiet. Now I know your not a softey like Crane or Riddler but I'm sure you have plans." Everyone had plans, though it angered Cobblepot to see people careless about the problem. "If you don't have a plan, then you seem to have lost your balls in a card game and have no right to call yourself Two-face"
Getting him angry was the first step. He hated being insulted, as did everyone else. But Oswald dealt with it on a case by case basis. "Huh! ARAHAHAHAH" His bird like laugh echoed the room as the brothers grabbed their guns..
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Post by croc on Sept 5, 2011 15:21:42 GMT -5
Harvey was not sure if the Penguin was trying to provoke him or not.
Somewhere in his psyche, Two-Face respected the Penguin. If you wanted information, if you wanted something on the black market, if you wanted a favor within the Gotham City political system, you turned to Oswald Cobblepot.
The bird was intelligent, distinguished, and a gentlemen. He had the ability to talk his way into most underground situations.
Sadly, Two-Face did not like the man sitting before him. It came naturally. Two-Face and Penguin had always been rivals. They were the two most influential 'rogues' in terms of the Gotham underground, and when it came to power within the structure, Two-Face and the Penguin were number one and two.
The Penguin talked about having a plan. Two-Face assumed he meant having a plan to deal with the FBI.
The FBI had not bothered him so far, aside from slowing down business for a short period. But this worked out in Harvey's favor.
Harvey shrugged in response to the Penguin's statement, and then felt a bit uncomfortable when the bird-man broke out into some awkward laughter.
After the man was done, Two-Face responded....
"I've already got my plan going Penguin, and that's to sit back and let the FBI wipe out the compeitition..."
Word on the street was that the Ventriloquist had already been caught. Arnold Wesker was a minor gnat, but a gnat he did not have to waste time with in the future.
"That is, if they are strong enough. Regardless all I'm going to do is sit back and watch the fireworks. Who knows, maybe they'll even get rid of the Bat."
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