06/02/2019 05:50 PM  [post] Infinite Crisis. Chapter 2. - - - k l e p t o m a n i a c ❤ Chapter Two -- Catwoman makes like a plant and "leafs" ivy's lair; makes her  appearance in Gotham's shopping Mall! Mentions -- Sirens. Bat. Heroes. Whoever is involved in the craziness that's going on at the mall.   While at Ivy’s Lair, Selina could gag at the sweet nothings passed from clown to her precious plant. Pamela and Harleen were inseparable and made for a fabulous situation of three being a crowd. While the Sirens would always be a fair threesome, Selina wouldn’t mind taking matters into her own hands. Still, she wanted to play along—if only for the sake of her own profit. Who said that she needed to stick with the plan to completion to the end with the Sirens? Play with the Cat, get scratched. After the briefing and inferred agreement of all plans, Harleen took her timely leave once a stranger appeared to lurk at the green HQ. Selina had a hunch of who it may be, her brows raised in pure playful excitement as she thought of toying with the brooding visitor. Still, it was far too soon to cross paths with the Bat, and so Selina took her leave via an alternate exit to avoid being seen. From here she’d take the rather scenic route to the Mall, ensuring that she had her handy mask available. With all the chaos she assumed would meet her soon enough, Selina left with adequate enough equipment and experience encountering the fear toxin all on her own. The mask was discreet, covering her breathing orifices with a filtering net of tightly woven, breathable fabric. A little something she may or may not had acquired via Wayne Enterprises, home of advanced technological doodads. It matched her catsuit, appearing as if she wore a ninja’s mask beneath the goggles that set over her eyes. Tied closely to her face with no wiggle room, it should allow her some time to stick to the thick of the action without being overcome with lucid nightmares. The scenic route she took indeed—enough where Catwoman could spot the massive turmoil as she approached closer. The Mall wasn’t her favorite place to frequent, and now surely confirmed her disdain for the shopping center. Malls were gaudy, with a lack of unique selection and a complete drought when it came to finer luxury goods. It was, however, quite the place to smash and grab when sh*t hit the fan. Safes and cash registers galore. Every mall also had a jewelry store to anchor it, and that’s where Selina decided to lay her focus upon. At least, until she caught up with the jokestress who insisted they’d meet there. Billowing clouds of smoke, people in a frenzy to get the hell out of Dodge. Catwoman lived in Gotham her entire livelihood and had never seen anything quite like this before. A timely grin as she had her thoughts set on breaking and entering the Kay’s Jewelers, once she gets past the hubbub. If she were any luckier, she’d be… Domino. “Argh!” As she pushed past the nonsense a forceful blow unsettled her gait. Catwoman leapt for cover behind a central concrete fountain, groaning as she took some moments to gather swift intel. She spotted select heroes. “Disappointed, but not surprised,” she muttered, referring to their rather swift response times. Her mini-mission was now decidedly challenging but still within reach. If the toxin and raging lunatics poisoned by the gas carried on, Selina could move in the shadows—out of the midst of the combat—all while going on a little shopping spree of her own. - - - 0 Comments

05/11/2019 08:42 PM  ★ starter for fiona | REPO. ★ - - - k l e p t o m a n i a c ❤ the story thus far...selina has gotten herself into the business of REPOSSESSING cars. At least...that's what she was told. her next swipe happens to be in a very nice neighborhood, with a client well known on social media outlets. selina may have bitten off more than she could chew this time around...  It would be lucrative, they said. Gloved fingers adjust a pair of high-tech focals, peering at her target miles away. It would be easy, they said. The woman pursed her lips in pure annoyance. Of all the dirty things she was willing to overlook for a fat stack of cash… This was probably the stupidest thing she’s ever done. Selina Kyle had no problem with stealing. In fact, it was very much her lifestyle. In the wee hours of twilight, the woman donned a skin tight costume to assume the role as Catwoman. Sometimes it seemed surreal—like folklore that people would exchange when feeling incredibly gossipy. A woman who dressed up like a cat, who could get into any locked establishment. Then…she cleaned them out. Not a dime left in place. The stories were heavily exaggerated, of course. Selina would rather swipe jewels than cash, though both had their strong points. Taking cash was messy. It was traceable. Valuables were different. Many people never insured them, or even kept decent records. They could be sold, melted down, reattached to a different setting…there were so many more possibilities. Much easier than attempting to clean filthy money. And then there was…this. Selina withdrew the focals from her line of sight. For several hours she’d been scouting a posh neighborhood filled with celebrities and music artists. A gated community, it was difficult to simply go in and out without being questioned by a portly guard. The home she focused on sat upon a hill, with an elongated driveway and a garage that could probably fit dozens of luxury vehicles. The Cat branched into the business of repossession. Not quite her forte, but something she was coaxed into by a fellow baddie. Repossession didn’t seem to be the right word to use—though she did so to make her work seem that much more legit. A more accurate word would be /theft/. If there were missed payments, Selina would never know. She was given a list of vehicles, their plate numbers, their colors…after that, she was on her own. Retrieve them however she could, were her orders. The less damage when it arrives the better. The bigger the payout. Lucrative, it might be. The kitten would be lying if she said she didn’t make a pretty penny on these swipes. The cars were all high-end desirables and as a result, the payouts were massive. Thousands of dollars was not a rare paycheck. And with a vacation to the beautiful Greece coming up soon, Selina could never refuse extra spending money. Retreating from her obscure peering spot, the Cat figured that she’d need a plan to not only infiltrate the high-class neighborhood, but to get the car out of there in one piece. A bit of research beforehand turned up a generic profile of her target. A music artist with an affinity for sneakers, Fiona has a massive social media following—one that also followed her career and music releases. A high-profile target was always risky. While the average rich Joe wouldn’t make the news, someone like Fiona would. Selina’s saving grace was the fact that it didn’t seem like the woman travelled with an entourage of bodyguards. While that seemed like a good opportunity superficially, that also raised the Cat’s ears. If someone of her stature didn’t need security, it meant that she could pack enough punch on her own. She’d have to exercise some extreme caution and fight back if necessary. Settling onto her own motorbike, Selina decided she’d hit in the midnight hour. Less traffic, less eyes, and an increased likelihood of getting away with it. She had a plan to bypass security that Selina hoped would go as plotted out. Revving up her engine she sped away to her own home. To plan further, to prepare, and to groan that this would be the last time she’d get herself into this nonsense. 0 Comments

04/23/2019 08:34 PM  group post : Infinite Crisis (Intro) - - - k l e p t o m a n i a c ❤ Location: Gotham City (The East End), transitioning into Ivy's Lair. Time Frame: Mid- to Late Afternoon, transitioning into Late Night. Recollections of the night before. Mentions: Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley. The Joker (indirect). - - -  Introduction Post  - - - Perhaps it was the constant of her gait the night previous, the insistence of bringing home a handful of valuables. It may have been the crash of showers hailing from the sky, the downpour so heavy at times it seemed that some otherworldly force wanted to clean the city of its wrongdoing. Maybe...it was a little of both. Last night, Catwoman was scurrying about the alley in her usual uniform--doing usual work. Like a businessman must rise at the crack of dawn to ready himself for a day’s worth of graphs, reports, and the like...night shift mirrored the same productivity that may be seen in Gotham’s highest skyscrapers. Of course, many were long asleep, lulled by their sense of security and pleasant dreams to even ponder upon the possibility. The graveyard shift seemed like an alternate dimension. Streets that were normally bustling with an array of citizens were dulled into spots of people walking here or there. With no sunlight, one would have to depend on the vibrancy of the moon or the flickering, spotty incandescent street lighting. Food choices were limited to carts that may be open until midnight--otherwise one would need to raid a 24-Hour Quick Mart or a vending machine for dinner. Selina Kyle loved it all. She’d watched the evening news prior to her prowling and knew that a storm would come through. The dismal clouds seemed to confirm it when they muted the astronomical body she were named for, and gave her no real view of the surrounding stars. Whatever she planned to do Catwoman had to get it done quickly. Otherwise she’d be a soaked Cat. She’d left an hour earlier than usual, just as night fell. The transition into the long summer days was a welcome one. Though in the autumn and winter the nights were longer--thus more fruitful for her gains--it was also very cold. In the spring- and summertime, the nights were shorter but far more pleasant. Selina’s only gripe was the lost hour or two of extended darkness. Still, it was a trade she welcomed each year...with not much choice in the matter. Despite the swiftness of her scouting, the rain caught her. Luckily enough she was close to home, retreating from the streets for shelter. Selina figured she should have stayed home to begin with. Besides, she wasn't hurting for a new haul. She only desired the thrill of the chase. And with the chase nowhere to be found and the weather putting a damper on all her plans… Selina slipped back into her modest apartment after scaling the tenement and using an old fire escape to help her reach her floor. Lifting a purposely cracked window she lets herself inside. Off came the sloshy boots, the wet socks underneath. By now, the rain poured down. The kitten shut her window, and the sounds of the pitter-patter against it proved soothing. Ziiiiiiiiiiip.  The catsuit was next, as was the cowl. No use in crashing in soaked spandex and leather. Her skin needed to breathe. She needed to sleep… And before she knew it, hours had passed and her alarm was none other than the buzzer alerting her of a visitor. Struggling to get up from her precious slumber and sneering when she actually witnessed sunlight, Selina wandered to her intercom box to find out who was on the other side at such an ungodly hour. After all, she was a nocturnal creature. Pressing a button to inquire who lay on the other side, Selina discovered that it was none other than her precious Harley. “Harls!” she quipped, pressing another button that buzzed downstairs, signaling to Harley that the door was unlocked, allowing the Siren to come up freely. Throwing on an old shirt with a cat print and athletic shorts, the Cat attempt to look halfway decent for her company and not as if she’d catnapped the day away. Turning on the television for some background noise and feeding her kitties so they wouldn’t be a bother, she let Quinn in and the rest was history. The plan was of interest, though anything with Joker’s name upon it made her wary. Chaos was to be had, and Selina wondered what personal profit could spike from such a mess. Surely with the focus taken away from street riff-raff and instead zeroed in on bigger menaces of danger, Catwoman could get a lot of business done--especially in the well-guarded facilities like the Bank and museums. And since it was Harley proposing that she’d join in...how could she refuse her psychotically adorable face? Once the plan was set and Selina tagged herself in, she decided that another evening of work could wait while they iron out the finer details of what was to be done. That involved showing up at Ivy’s Lair. Catwoman tried to avoid the clutches of Ivy’s thorns whenever possible, but when the Sirens were together nothing could stop them. This was, of course, if Pamela even agreed to partake in the madness. And so Gotham was draped in its habitual darkness again, the moon giving a bit of ambiance to coat the rooftops this evening. Donning her newly laundered suit just hours later, Catwoman slips out of her home and heads into the vines and shrubbery of Mother Nature herself. It wouldn’t be long before she arrived, already spotting dear Harls at the base. “This place always gives me the creeps,” Catwoman murmured, signaling to Harley her arrival. Ivy’s Lair was much like a wild greenhouse out of a horror film. Dozens upon dozens of greenery Selina could not personally identify, though she swore there were some plants that would eat her alive if they could. This time it seemed that security was increased--no longer a simple door with a few windows, it looked as if Ivy took care to keep anyone out who didn’t share her ideal for a greener world. “Yoo hoo! Don’t Sirens get free admission to this funhouse?” she teased the green one behind the door, awaiting for entry into the flowered fortress.  - - - 0 Comments

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