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Her joints and bones ached though the pretty redhead faked a smile in an effort to tough through the pain Linsey’s demanding and often cruel employer had decreed that she go meet with one of his more notorious clients the day before and the arrangement had required a full transformation. Though the twenty minutes of her metamorphous seemed like it lasted for years, the obedient employee was able to transform into the young woman that matched the photograph she had been provided. Her mission ran smoothly and effectively with only a few mishaps here and there. However, now Linsey’s body was hating her for such a complete and drastic change in such a short amount of time. 

Wincing slightly as she crossed one of her long legs over the other as she tapped away at the tablet that she had cradled in her arms. Having perched herself at the end of the main bar, she could ensure that the daily operations were met while having a visual of a large portion of the club. She was expecting several large shipments this evening for a handful of noteworthy clients. With that being the only exception it was a typical night at Iceberg otherwise. Linsey’s staff was preforming their arranged duties in fear that the manager (who was much crankier than usual concerning the past 24 hours) might yell at them – or worse. The security made their rounds and maintained their posts. Things were running smoothly as always with her at the helm.  

Well, other than her tired, frustrated body. As she continued to tap away at her tablet from her seat at the end of the bar she noticed something unusual in her reflection. Her wide eyes continued to change colors; fading from brown to green then blue and hitting every spectrum in between. Her face tensed slightly as she moved the screen closer to examine her reflection and insure that she wasn’t simply seeing things. Within seconds her fears were confirmed. Linsey’s eyes were changing color at a rapid pace – her body’s reaction to her transformation yesterday as it struggled to return to the norm.  

Moving quickly, the redhead stood up from her seat quickly. She began to speak walk toward the nearest area of the lounge that only the staff were permitted to enter. Keeping her eyes averted downward, her pace quickened with each step and her stilettos made loud clicks against the tiles. Swearing in Russian under her breath, she knew that she wasn’t going to make it through the crowded venue without being noticed or stopped. Drastically, she made an abrupt turn and started toward the nearest rest room.  

Once she pushed past the doors she was relieved to find the room was empty. Linsey looked at her reflection in the mirror as her eye color continued to change. Squeezing her eyes tight, she opened them slowly to see if maybe the rapid changes had stopped. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. After some of her larger transformations her body liked to protest afterward by displaying a wide array of these quirks. Seeing as the night before she had traded her shapely, tall figure for one that differed from her form in every way possible – her body was practically rebelling at this point.  



Outfit: click here

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Being undercover wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do. Not when you have pale white skin, and canines that mimicked a saber tooth. She had on a drab brown duster that frilled out at the ends, a blond wig, and a large floppy hat that had a veil. Carpenter was surely over-dressed, but the Justice Society needed an inside man on the Cobblepot side of things. If anything to find out what other organized crimes he was putting his grubby hands in for the database. It was purely a reconnaissance mission, so she kept her drinks to a minimum. That’s what she kept telling herself, especially since each martini was twenty bucks a pop. Despite this, her tab still ran about eighty, plus tip.

Sighing to herself, the vampire scooted out of her seat, nothing was going on, there didn’t seem to be anything shady deals happening tonight. At least, not that she could tell. It wasn’t until she spotted a woman hiding her face running off into the bathroom. What the hell? Carpenter shrugged to herself and followed her in, just barely trailing her. Only a little tipsy, she pushed the door in and saw the woman checking herself in the mirror.

Not wanting to step in front of the mirror herself, lest she puts two and two together and let her figure out she was a vampire, she stood by the door, eyeing the girl, it was the first thing she saw; her eyes were like a neon light show. ”I’m no doctor, but that doesn’t look normal.” Carpenter abruptly stated crossing her arms.

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Research. Yes, that was what this was. Briar Byrnes sat at the bar with her back turned to the tender, looking out onto the sea of people populating the lounge. Agonizingly necessary research. Is this what the people of Gotham called entertainment? This? Riotous dancing in some sections…a restaurant. A club. Lounge. A ritzy place for the rich of Gotham to wile the night away. It disgusted her. There was no thrill. No danger. She didn’t really understand the appeal.

Turning slightly, she seized her drink – water – and took a sip, continuing to people watch. It was important for her to learn how the inhabitants of Gotham acted. How they entertained themselves. She saw no appeal in feeding into addictions and poisons until one passed out. Well, actually. She did. But not for the same reasons. Briar had built up various immunities to poisons. These people drank just to become intoxicated.

People watching helped in her training as an assassin however. Training was constant. Neverending. In particular people watching taught one the difference between normal and abnormal behavior. When Briar noticed a woman hiding her face and rushing off to the rest room, she counted that as fairly abnormal. Her training taught her never to follow immediately, and, as a result, noticed someone else had spotted the woman’s erratic behavior.

Briar tapped her chin thoughtfully before glancing out onto the general sea of people. Well, it had to be more interesting than watching idiots waste their night. Mostly out of boredom, Briar rose from her seat, drinking the rest of her water and leaving the emptied glass upside down on the counter. She then made her way toward the restroom, keeping a watchful eye on those around her. Mostly she didn’t want to get puked on. That had happened once.

Briar made it in time to see a short haired blonde woman enter the restroom. She lingered outside of the door, considering for the last time if this was really worth her while. Well. It was a restroom. She could simply play it off as needing to use it.

Pushing her way inside, Briar immediately noticed the blonde haired woman standing by the door. She also happened to catch the tail end of her sentence. Briar flicked her eyes to woman examining herself in the mirror only to see that she had…eyes that shifted colors. Quite rapidly. Probably not supposed to happen. Briar let the door close behind her as she considered what reaction a normal person should have.

Failing to come up with something on the spot, Briar simply stared curiously with raised eyebrows. “…? Uh…Do you need medical assistance?” Briar asked, forcing herself to illustrate some modicum of concern. Her robotic and disinterested tone, unbeknownst to Briar, rather ruined her intent. She simply had been bored out of her mind all night, and this was slightly more interesting, she couldn’t say that she was particularly. Well. Thrilled.

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It was easy to be irritable in her condition. Her joints were on fire and had been from the second she had transformed back. This little flare up was her body’s way of telling her that it was exhausted and yet here she was still working her non-stop job at Iceberg. Not only did she have the matter of that staff to attend to (which she had been keeping a considerably close watch on after the event with the redheaded reporter) but she also had to manage some of the customer accounts after the venue closed. On top of that, who knew what plans Cobblepott had for her once her agenda was complete? Linsey couldn’t shut down right this second and she knew that.

Her shaking hands gripped the side of the sink and she squeezed her flickering eyes shut. Even when she heard the voice from behind her, she didn’t bother changing. It was unfamiliar and unknown to her, though when she opened her eyes she could recognize the unique guest instantly. Linsey pictured where she sat and the name registered in her head. Whether or not it was a fake or real name she honestly couldn’t care. If she were to have any tabs open, her information would be in the system just like everyone else. Hell, the second she flashed her identification to obtain a drink the cameras in the staff members theme-appropriate bowler hats would have secured a saved image of it and ran it through their system. Even if they were provided with a fake – it had to be a very good once to pass their various scans. They didn’t glamorize this process. In fact, it might only be recognized if someone were truly looking to expose it. However, they couldn’t take any chances after their system had been breached the first time, it was all a precaution.

So if Linsey were to push a few buttons on the beloved tablet next to her, she would know a name to go with the face as well as several facts about the unique looking woman standing in the doorway. However, the redhead was in so much pain that she hadn’t even bothered to do so. Instead, she instinctively moved it closer and focused back on her reflection. The rapid transformations had slowed slightly.

Despite how eager she was to snap at the woman, she instead provided the excuse she had been giving for years when her own body seemed to rebel against her. This was a month’s occurrence depending on what strains Oswald had put her through. The lack of sleep and rest in pair with her constant and full transformations would result in such problems. “A pair of our largest clients are developing a form of eye lens and contacts that change color given your mood. I’m doing a bit of testing work for them. If you are interested I am sure they will be on the market by Christmas.” Glancing back at her reflection, her eyes began to flicker quicker. “…or maybe next Christmas” She informed as closed her eyes tightly, scrunching her face in pain. “Did you need to use the facilities or did you plan on standing in the doorway for the entire evening?”

Unable to hide her sigh as another woman entered the restroom, she couldn’t find herself too particularly upset. She had, after all, walked into a room that had a considerably high amount of foot traffic considering it was one of their public restrooms on the floor. “I’m fine, thank you. You’ve only just missed the explanation.” She replied emotionlessly. She reached toward the tablet beside her and cradled in her arms. Linsey selected each of the woman’s faces on the device after several seconds of tapping. “Thank you ladies. And for your concern. I’ve arranged a free drink for each of you at the main bar on the second floor."

A series of sharp pains flew through her voluptuous form. She gritted her teeth and twitched slightly. Hugging her precious tablet closer to her chest, she wouldn’t dare drop it. No, Linsey would never be separated from the device again if she could help it.

outfit: click to see
notes: Thanks for joining ladies <3 as always I am just playing this by ear 

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Arrange free drinks? This lady, whoever she was, she had some pull in the Ice Burge Lounge, and anyone who carried weight in the lounge, especially someone who was as much of eye candy as this woman was, definitely worked closely with Cobblepot. “I’ll hold you to it.” Carpenter smiled, and yet, she wanted to be alone with her. It was going to be increasingly difficult to get any information out of her with another person present, though she just couldn’t shoo away the other stranger who walked through the door. Damn. If only she had a figured it out earlier, at least her suspicions were correct on following her in. The vampire needed to play it cool for now, she needed to get her trust and go in for the proverbial “kill.”

Whatever that Linsey thought she was selling, Carpenter wasn’t buying it. There was something meta about her, it could be her instincts kicking in again, the one thing that tipped her off was how much pain she was displaying. Like her powers were going haywire, not a product malfunction. It was still her best option to play stupid and act until she became putty in her hands. Hopefully. Cobblepot’s henchmen and henchwomen were usually incredibly faithful because let’s face it, if Carpenter was going to work for any Gothamite Super Criminal, The Penguin was known for treating his people right. It generated loyalty, it produced respect.

“So, uhh, who’s the general consumer for these, erhm… products?” Carpenter inquired in a facetious attitude in disguise of an interrogation. She insisted on standing by the doorway, even leaning against the archway. The vampire crossed her fingers in the vein hope that she’d get some alone time with the woman with the changing eyes.