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 Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 3:57 pm
The Iceberg Lounge is one of Gotham cities finest eateries and ritziest Night Clubs. More often times then not, those who want in must reserve a table weeks too months in advance, Gothams social elite gather here, its appearance is elegant, silver and white, a large manmade Lake at its center housing multiple variances of arctic marine life. Among these one can see Narwhales, Walruses, seals, Puffins, and of course...Penguins. It is owned by ex criminal Oswald Cobblepot aka The Penguin, who is allowed too run his establishment, because he's retired from the game, however after hours, beneath the Lounge runs a criminal elite set for Gothams Cities Rogues Gallery.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 4:05 pm
Oswald exit the back room of the Iceberg Lounge, drawing over a few index cards as he commit them too memory. Tonight was another of the so called meetings the Rogues Gallery held every once in a grey while. For awhile anyone who held a grudge against the Bat family could rightly join, however now days it had been elected down too a very few members that could call said meetings considering the last one had been an announcement made by Harley over some matter concerning why they didn’t have aluminum ketchup packets at Arkham, not as if he had any control over the place. If he had, he’d be running it like a race track, taking out who he needed and keeping in whom he didn’t on and off the streets.
The bird had sent out the invitations weeks prior too the day in the hopes of giving them enough time too mark it on the Calendar. At his back the less then subtle Kabuki twins followed, although women were easily at times overcome by the men they fought, they were often as he saw quick on their feet and less loutish, and these little beauties were charms from the orient, when he had last made his trip there. Adjusting his black top hat he calmly puffed on the clove that hung from the stem between his lips and slid into one of the available booths in the lounge. Considering he’d shut down the place early there was plenty too choose from. While he took the time go over things, thoughtful in repose while men worked too clear some of the center tables away too slide in a rather large round table for the meeting. Oswald would settle back taking a quick rest from the mania of the day; taking his usual dry martini as it was brought too him, Penguin drew his arms across the top of the booth and clicked his tongue, allowing the two girls too settle in beside him. He enjoyed the girls silence, and while female chatter was not a terrible thing, usually he was assured it wasn’t politics, cigars, or the next money making gala Ball…and if it was anything concerning men, cosmetics, or plastic surgery he wasn’t interested.
Bah, Plastic surgery…many had suggested he could change—maybe even be decent looking, many dropped the names of many a fine Doctors, it was simply as the Penguin saw it, his “friends” means of saying ‘your ugly, change so I can stand the thought of looking at you.’ Oswald had the money, enough for nearly every operation to be had, but would he change? Only if his life depended on it. The man had never been truly accepted in his lifetime having been chastised as a child and an adult as well. These women, there for his money why else, that or they imagined he could get them in touch with the rest of the Gallery? It wasn’t his devilish charms, or god forbid his libido, still he a vision, he had drive, and he had the connections and the know how, it helped being one of Gothams oldest criminals, it gave you experience, and the know how that few carried, relatively the only other that could hold such knowledge was Joker, and perhaps Riddler.
[[For Catsy =)]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 4:46 pm
”We're not afraid of the dark”
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((Aw, thank you darling~! Took me forever but here you go))
A soft mocha hued hand held the invitation tightly, her free hand ripping open the envelope to read it the text for what had to been the hundredth. There, gripped in her caramel colored hands, was a piece of paper explaining the time and date of the next infamous rouge’s meeting. The aqua hues then turned to the envelope in which this ‘gem’ was mailed. It was hand labeled, the fluid and masculine script was identified enough in its own right, had it not been recognized immediately, the return address gave the old bird away. Plush lips parted, allowing a sigh to escape her before the envelope was neatly tucked away inside of her skin tight leather suit, zipping it up to hide it away once more. For anyone else…this would be thrown away without question.
Without a word, the cat loving beauty exited her home in Gotham’s east end, ascending to the rooftops as the sun began to set toward the prestigious Ice Berg lounge. Unsure of what was to be expected the cat burglaress settled upon leaving the house in full catsuit. After all, dress code was not mentioned in the brief invitation. The journey itself did not take more than thirty minutes, the stealth loving beauty not wasting any time in finding a fire escape to climb down.
A leather clad hand touched the door, almost doubting herself before it pushed it in. Almost all of the tables were empty, giving the vixen time to fully appreciate the décor before her cat like eyes honed on her host for the night. “Hello, Penguin,” the soft alto purred, stilettos clicking against the floorboards as she walked toward him, hips swaying seductively. One of her gloved hands moved toward her zipper, lowering to just above the bust line to reveal the envelope recently tucked away. “I believe you invited me tonight?”
” we come alive in it...we're thrilled by it.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 4:54 pm
As the Dark Knight was watching over Gotham as always, he noticed the Iceberg Lounge. Cobblepot's night club, he could tell he was up to something no good. So he pulled out his grapple gun, then shot the hook at a skyscraper, and swung to the rooftop of the Iceberg Lounge. He looked through the sky light, waiting for anything to happen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 11, 2010 10:35 pm
[[quite alright, I didn’t make the Lounge Topic until earlier this evening wink ]]
Returning from his slight position, the ex criminal would slip the wand into his mouth once more and draw in on the clove, the sweet smoke filling before he released a phantom puff of smoke into the room. Taking a moment, while this settled between his thin lips, he would check over his pocket watch, he still had some time before the span of his company would arrive. What amused him however was how many found Cobblepot too be old, a joke really, off his game…whatever, and then they had the audacity too come and ask HIM for help. A couple times he had laughed, and then laughed harder when he had heard they lost their product, had it stolen or confiscated by the Fuzz, and would be in tears with laughter, when they blamed him…however usually by that time he’d seek the Twins too dish them out into sushi and lighten their load, or he’d simply give them a new hole too breath out of.
With the sudden appearance of Catwoman, the Kabuki’s tensed, their hands moving beneath their kimonos, Oswald would chirp an order, and instantly they would resettle and calm, ”—Girls show some manners, Cat is a close personal friend of mine.” looking between one another, they would remain silent and then turn that empty masked gaze back towards the approaching feline. Even while she slid the zipper down, did Oswald retain that gentlemanly protocol he was raised up too hold, and would of course keep his eyes locked firmly on her own. ”—Indeed I have, rightly only the very best…though as the Clown seems detained lately, I imagine Miss Quinn will be taking his place instead, not sure what the word is on the others however…not as if we all seem too have email accounts.” he would add rather simply. Penguin would have not noticed the Bat, and if however the hero did notice anything, it would be simple chatter amongst friends, little more.
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Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 2:44 am
”We're not afraid of the dark”
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A close personal friend. The vixen repeated the words in her head once more, studying the tone and infliction before allowing her lips to pull into a smile. The cat loving siren continued her approach, the steady click of her heels against the floor the only noise to be heard for some time after his brief explanation. Once that faint click stopped, Selina was within reach of the smaller man chuckling faintly. “Aw, Oswald dear I am jealous. Here I was thinking I was the only woman in your life,” the soft alto purred, lips pulling into a mock pout. Quickly, the soft aqua hues jumped from one twin to the other behind her goggles, noting their devote silence. “I come by to find not only these two, but you invited Harley as well? Tsk, tsk.”
The words were followed by a soft almost girly giggle, a leather clad hand moving to her mask and pulling the skin tight material away slowly to reveal the perfectly tanned features beneath. Her short raven tresses were matted down slightly—thankfully that was fixed with little more than a shake of her head. “I was surprised to receive something from you. It has been a while, I figured you were too enveloped in your business. Purrhaps that, or you did not want me stalking around.”
Upon finishing her words, the unmasked catwoman looked idly at the available seats around the Penguin. The ones on either immediate side were occupied by the Asian twins, and she dare not separate them. Without hesitation she slid across from him, soft blue eyes focused on his own.
” we come alive in it...we're thrilled by it.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 13, 2010 1:25 am
Oswald would smile at the Cats words before shrugging some, ”—I was in need of some hired hands that were reliable, and they were in need of keeping their heads intact, and so I became their benefactor.” Settling back some as he swished his drink, he clicked his tongue, ”—I invited the clown Cat, mostly because as much as we all hate too admit it, he is an intricate part of the Rogues Gallery, and therefore Harley comes by default although she seems too have extended her prowess. On the other hand, If I had sent a simple private invitation too you, and you alone, it seems uncouth of me to do so.” he was going too say partially due too my feelings towards you, but swept them under the rug like usual. ”—But felt it was inappropriate of my station, and so business as usual I imagine…if no one shows then it seems we are back too square one.” he would listen silently for the time and allow her too speak, simple movements here and there issuing while he casually dust off the sleeve of his Victorian 3 piece suit. ”—I never tire of your company Selina, it should take quite a lot for that too happen.” relatively Penguin did not keep the girls for protection against Selina, it wasn’t that he knew he could stave off her attacks should she dish them, but rather that he was assured she wouldn’t, by intelligent choice, or simply because she wouldn’t. Wetting his thin lips, he would draw another puff in before flagging down one of the passing waiters who would stick on too aid in retrieving whatever the room might desire. ”—Riley, get the Kitten whatever her heart desires.” he’d finished while knocking back his martini, ”—and another for me, make it a double, thank you.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 11:01 pm
”We're not afraid of the dark”
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The cat loving fatale listened as the reasoning behind the invitation was explained, albeit briefly. It seemed there was little more to it than what was given to her in black and white. ‘A meeting of the rouges gallery.’ No doubt, in place to talk about the demise of the city or her beloved. The plush lips pulled into the slightest of frowns, a sigh involuntarily escaping her. Whilst it was true, her and the bat were in a feud of sorts, it was much harder for her to sweep feelings under the rug. Though, with a great deal of effort Selina forced another smile to pull at her lips.
The soft blue hues fixed upon the Penguin once more, her lithe form leaning over the table and resting head in hand. ”I was merely kidding, darling. I cannot expect anything like that, especially from someone with as much clout as yourself.” the soft voice promised, eyes moving briefly between the deadly twins on either side of the stout man. The lipid blue pools rested upon him for a moment, taking his compliment to heart. ”I am glad that you still think so highly of me…”
No sooner had the words escaped her, did Oswald flag down a waiter with the instructions to take her order. Selina took little time in thinking, her eyes lifting to the wait for only a second. “A glass of cream, please.”
” we come alive in it...we're thrilled by it.”
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 12:00 am
Oswald unlike most of the other villains would always sympathize with the feline vixens dilemmas, he would not judge and he would strangely at times even share conversations with her in regards of certain situations. Sighing some he would wait for his drink and hers too arrive before he would start in on the conversation, feeling he was going too drink himself under the table before the night was through. ”—I do not wish for the demise of your beau relatively I should be thankful for the Bat cleaning up the streets as he does, in a darker sense of the term, it allows me too push my products and run my business smoothly without any uneeded fabrications, and allows him as a pool of information without having too hunt it down in the slums and raise questions. They might say my shell has gone soft, but I know it hasn’t. I just know most of the Gallery dreams of what they deem a better place, and for some…having a non existent Batman too foil their plans seems fairly peachy keen.” he added rather simply while swirling the contents of his flat rimmed glass and drinking it down some.
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:47 pm
”We're not afraid of the dark”
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Though not a word was spoken of Batman, or her feelings toward him it seemed that Oswald could see it. Clearly, his perception was as sharp as ever, even in their time apart. A faint smile pulled at her lips, blue eyes casting downward toward the table. ”I fear I can hardly refer to him as my ‘beau’. It has been far too long…No, the bat and I are merely acquaintances.” Upon finishing her statement, their drinks had arrived, the cat loving beauty wasting no time in sipping the luscious cream from her glass.
After nearly half of the glass was devoured, Selina set it upon the table with a soft thud. Her tongue playfully darted to the corners of her plush lips, collecting the excess fluid. The baby blues returned to settle upon Oswald finally. ”Whilst I have no desire to watch the demise of the city, nor bat, I will stick around. I am quite the curious kitten, and would like to hear what has been said.”
” we come alive in it...we're thrilled by it.”
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Posted: Sun Aug 29, 2010 1:43 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:07 pm
[[Sorry m’dear work has been less then forgiving so I have had too pick and choose with my profiles, I should be better off now…let me tell you 9 profiles can be at times a chore xD]]
Oswald disliked speaking of Selinas signifigant other, mostly because he wished not too put a strain on what they shared, whatever indeed their relationship was of course. Penguin would not mind her relations, they were her own…and it didn’t make her less of a friend or less trustworthy. Smiling distantly when his drink arrived he thanked the particular waiter, who was rather new…and Pengs for the life of him could not recall his name for the life of him. ”—Not that I really care Kitten, too each his own I say.” he nod rather absently. When she thoroughly enjoyed her cream, and took a moment too recover from its taste, good of course he would pause some before answering her question, as if weighing everything first. ”—What answers are you seeking, too whats been said?”
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