Post by selinakyle on Aug 21, 2011 9:57:13 GMT -5
[ooc: This is taking place post the motorcycle crash]
She felt like hell. Her head was still throbbing, her arm was cautiously splinted, and her ankle was weak. To say she was a mess was an understatement. But with a bit of creative clothing and a heavier hand than normal she had been able to function. At a much slower pace, but that was necessary to keep up the appearances.
Liv had greatfully taken up most of her menial tasks she usually went about doing; the mundane research on objects d'art, the houseplans, researching neighborhoods and crime rates. But she had been getting notes about one of her clients, whom she had necessatated sending a letter to, terminating their contract due to some heavy police inolvement. It wasn't that she liked doing that, she was a criminal herself. But with this facade, well, she couldn't let the two bleed into one another. But that was a headache for another day. Her current one was subsiding as she lounged in her chair, the sunlight slowly fading in the sky, casting plum and rose shadows here and there.
"Shit. I have to get out of the house..." She murmured to Jasper, the cat in return stretching out a paw in response. "Coffee, maybe hit up that little Italian place..." Selina nodded, then winced, the slight motion causing a bit of pain. Checking the bandages supporting her ankle, as well as the one about her arm she was satisfied enough. But still, she wasn't ok with being so incapacitated. It went against nearly every shred of what made her, well, her.
Rolling her eyes as she cautiously sat up, Selina took pause. She'd need a few things before she went out. Purse. Phone. Wallet. The usual. Gathering those items was easy enough, her jacket tugged on in only the way that a sprained, bruised theif could.
It wasn't the injured extremities that bothered her as much as the brusing, or even the road rash had; where her leather catsuit had failed, and been ground to shreds, exposing her skin to the pavement. And to not even start with the mental pressure. Her new suit was being shipped tomorrow, along with an extra. But her contemporaries.
Between Riddler asking her to simply turn off a breaker box, and Oswald. The little bird was ruffling her fur. As she left her apartment, she tried to minimize her limp as she strolled, thinking on all the demands being made of her. Why did it seem that just because she had a bit of flirtation with Batman on the rooftops, they thought she was able to manipulate him into getting rid of the FBI presence.
Snorting at that thought, she had to shake her head, Yes, Batman was good. But would he be able to thwart them, be it by diversion, or even turning himself in? She doubted it. And that is what was going to push her to find him. And fast. Hopefully NIghtwing and Batgirl had kept the crash quiet. But it was hard to hide injuries, especially from co-workers.
Walking along, Selina was oblivious to the man behind her, until he finally spoke, a low, gruff voice directed at her;"You know, I thought you were gonna help me. Not turn me over. Especially to the po-lice, and now the Feds." She was about to spin to face the voice, when a hand clamped about her mouth, another coiling about her waist to drag her backwards. Shit. 'I really don't need this right now...' She thought, playing into the scared buisness woman. Mumbling a response, the man shifted his hand down somewhat to let her speak. "What are you talking about?" She whispered.
"David DeLucca. You and me had a contract. You send me that letter. And now I'm gonna make sure you can't send any more info to anyone." He shifted, and she could feel something; be it a gun, or knife press against her kidney. Sighing, Selina started the sobbing game. "I...I...." She blubbered, before one of her hands snagged his, twisting it as she brought her knee up into his groin. He fought back, his hand catching her cheek as he slapped her hard. It stung, but Selina kept going, Her hand hit his sternum, causing him to lurch back, nearly falling and taking her down as well. Yelping, her attacker lunged, nailing her weak leg as she fell as well. "Shit!" She cried out, landing roughly, breaking her fall with her hands.
Scrambling to get away, she pulled herself up, steadying herself against a pole, aiming and connecting a well placed kick which knocked the man back. Turning and struggling to run, Selina flagged down a cab, barking out an address as she quickly went to unwind her bandages about her arm, and her leg. Catching the cabbie's shocked look at her, she glared back. "You've seen a mugging before. Just drive." Was her cool response as she continued the remainder of the ride in silence. Her entire body felt battered. Drained. Coughing hurt, as she did that a few times before she finally arrived. Peeling out a 100 dollar bill she dropped it through the small window. "You saw nothing..." She said, before limping out of the cab, dialing a number on her phone. "Answer...." She pleaded, before hearing the click, and the voice on the other end.
"Hey. I need you to come out. I can't make it up the stairs right now..." She said, her voice shaking. Part of her was playing the part. And it was hard not to. She had just had her second major acccident in the span of a week. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared no doubt. Leaning against a tree, she was barely able to stand, her arm tucked protectively against her torso.
But the other half of her was sighing, greatful that she now had a legitimate excuse for the crash. Sometimes fate did take a turn for the better it seemed. Now, to deal with Lisa...
She felt like hell. Her head was still throbbing, her arm was cautiously splinted, and her ankle was weak. To say she was a mess was an understatement. But with a bit of creative clothing and a heavier hand than normal she had been able to function. At a much slower pace, but that was necessary to keep up the appearances.
Liv had greatfully taken up most of her menial tasks she usually went about doing; the mundane research on objects d'art, the houseplans, researching neighborhoods and crime rates. But she had been getting notes about one of her clients, whom she had necessatated sending a letter to, terminating their contract due to some heavy police inolvement. It wasn't that she liked doing that, she was a criminal herself. But with this facade, well, she couldn't let the two bleed into one another. But that was a headache for another day. Her current one was subsiding as she lounged in her chair, the sunlight slowly fading in the sky, casting plum and rose shadows here and there.
"Shit. I have to get out of the house..." She murmured to Jasper, the cat in return stretching out a paw in response. "Coffee, maybe hit up that little Italian place..." Selina nodded, then winced, the slight motion causing a bit of pain. Checking the bandages supporting her ankle, as well as the one about her arm she was satisfied enough. But still, she wasn't ok with being so incapacitated. It went against nearly every shred of what made her, well, her.
Rolling her eyes as she cautiously sat up, Selina took pause. She'd need a few things before she went out. Purse. Phone. Wallet. The usual. Gathering those items was easy enough, her jacket tugged on in only the way that a sprained, bruised theif could.
It wasn't the injured extremities that bothered her as much as the brusing, or even the road rash had; where her leather catsuit had failed, and been ground to shreds, exposing her skin to the pavement. And to not even start with the mental pressure. Her new suit was being shipped tomorrow, along with an extra. But her contemporaries.
Between Riddler asking her to simply turn off a breaker box, and Oswald. The little bird was ruffling her fur. As she left her apartment, she tried to minimize her limp as she strolled, thinking on all the demands being made of her. Why did it seem that just because she had a bit of flirtation with Batman on the rooftops, they thought she was able to manipulate him into getting rid of the FBI presence.
Snorting at that thought, she had to shake her head, Yes, Batman was good. But would he be able to thwart them, be it by diversion, or even turning himself in? She doubted it. And that is what was going to push her to find him. And fast. Hopefully NIghtwing and Batgirl had kept the crash quiet. But it was hard to hide injuries, especially from co-workers.
Walking along, Selina was oblivious to the man behind her, until he finally spoke, a low, gruff voice directed at her;"You know, I thought you were gonna help me. Not turn me over. Especially to the po-lice, and now the Feds." She was about to spin to face the voice, when a hand clamped about her mouth, another coiling about her waist to drag her backwards. Shit. 'I really don't need this right now...' She thought, playing into the scared buisness woman. Mumbling a response, the man shifted his hand down somewhat to let her speak. "What are you talking about?" She whispered.
"David DeLucca. You and me had a contract. You send me that letter. And now I'm gonna make sure you can't send any more info to anyone." He shifted, and she could feel something; be it a gun, or knife press against her kidney. Sighing, Selina started the sobbing game. "I...I...." She blubbered, before one of her hands snagged his, twisting it as she brought her knee up into his groin. He fought back, his hand catching her cheek as he slapped her hard. It stung, but Selina kept going, Her hand hit his sternum, causing him to lurch back, nearly falling and taking her down as well. Yelping, her attacker lunged, nailing her weak leg as she fell as well. "Shit!" She cried out, landing roughly, breaking her fall with her hands.
Scrambling to get away, she pulled herself up, steadying herself against a pole, aiming and connecting a well placed kick which knocked the man back. Turning and struggling to run, Selina flagged down a cab, barking out an address as she quickly went to unwind her bandages about her arm, and her leg. Catching the cabbie's shocked look at her, she glared back. "You've seen a mugging before. Just drive." Was her cool response as she continued the remainder of the ride in silence. Her entire body felt battered. Drained. Coughing hurt, as she did that a few times before she finally arrived. Peeling out a 100 dollar bill she dropped it through the small window. "You saw nothing..." She said, before limping out of the cab, dialing a number on her phone. "Answer...." She pleaded, before hearing the click, and the voice on the other end.
"Hey. I need you to come out. I can't make it up the stairs right now..." She said, her voice shaking. Part of her was playing the part. And it was hard not to. She had just had her second major acccident in the span of a week. Her hair was a mess, her makeup smeared no doubt. Leaning against a tree, she was barely able to stand, her arm tucked protectively against her torso.
But the other half of her was sighing, greatful that she now had a legitimate excuse for the crash. Sometimes fate did take a turn for the better it seemed. Now, to deal with Lisa...