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~BIRTHPLACE~
"ARISTOCATTURNED FERAL" Before there was Catwoman there was Selina Kyle, Born on a ElseWorld planet Gemiriar. It was ruled under a Dictatorship Government that her parents were respected council members of. Gemiriar was a world that had a reflected a Majestic Steampunk affluence. It had Animal Souls that walked side by side by the Human counterparts as a separate entity. These Animal Souls go by various names. The most common Familars and Daemons. The older termonolgy is called Phouka.
When Selina was 5 years old a Fallen Angel that was a Seraphim came to Gemiriar. Her name was Ska Skinwalker. She was following the directions of Lucifer to kill everyone by taking their animal souls. She would then bring these Animal Souls or Otherwise known as Familiars or Daemons to Lucifer, once they were separated from there human counterpart. There was much chaos on Gemiriar. The people didn't know to how fight or protect themselves from this Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker.
At first Ska targeted the adults and their Familiars. But then a bargain was made to extend the adults livelihood. The Gemiriar people were mainly a rich society of materialistic aristocrats. They didn't have much need of a military system and only a few sections were poor. The children's familiars on Gemiriar were taken one by one and killed during a Massive Green Storm that swept the planet in a maddess with the exception of Selina Kyle. The Green Storm was a energy of the Unstable Emotions from the people with the toxic combination of Powers coming off from Ska Skinwalker that clashed and ultimately led to the Severed Connections of Dark Matter. Dark Matter is an element that combined Humans and their Animal Souls or also called Familairs or Daemons together. But Selina Kyle had escaped that horrific nightmare somehow. She was smuggled off the planet to safety. But not without having some changes that affected her. Her Animal Soul/Familiar/Daemon became trapped inside her body but in feline form. Selina Kyle was then brought to Earth. More Specifically right in Gotham N.J. Right before her 6TH Birthday. Later on in her Adulthood she would meet Michael, another Angel, he would teach her how to bring her Daemon in or out at will. But by this time Selina's name had changed to Kougar or otherwise known as the infamous Catwoman. Where she learned it could change to any feline form.
~CHILDHOOD IN GOTHAM CITY~
"CAN'T BE TAMED" Selina was placed in a Orphanage that was Corrupted and eventually was adopted by a Man named Rex Calabrese. Rex used to be Known as the Great Underground Cat Burgular working for the Mafia in his Hay Day Prior to adopting Selina. But the Mafia family changed leadership hands and Falcone had since taken control over Gotham City since and no longer wanted Rex's help. Rex then decided to adopt and use Selina to Build a new respected name or brand for himself once again. He conditioned Selina in the Ways of Thievery to Help him get back to being the King of the Cat Burgulars for the Mafias Eyes Once Again.
Rex saw Special Abilities in Selina, and made sure that she was Only to use certain aspects of what he saw in her. There under his Control and Direction, he Trained Her To Become A Professional Thief. Home Schooled in the Seven Bells Of Pick Pocketing. She was Secluded from Normal Society. She Learned the Arts of Stealing!! And The Ability To Do So! Gymnastics, Parkour, and Street Fighting were some of curricular activities. Along with the Education of Valuable - Fine Art, Money, Precious Gems. How to know the difference between something that is fake or authentic. She also learned about Computer Hacking, Classified Document Forgeries, along with Small Electronic Devices! She Became Extremely Talented at this Craft and Enjoyed The High From Stealing! It was as if she was Born To Steal!
But even though she was Child Laborer/Thief for Him, she defied Rex on many occasions which led to many physical and mental scars, as never being allowed to keep anything that she stole for Rex. Two of which Impacted her Greatly. One being an Underground Russian Roulette Game she Witnessed. And the other was when Rex had set her up to Fall in Falcone's hands around her 17th Birthday to teach her a Hard Lesson On Who Was The Better Father. Rex began to think this rebranding idea was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't really need Selina anymore because she was too much trouble always rebelling against him. So he dropped Selina Kyle into the lap of Carmine Falcone, where she then became forced to Work for him or Die for him. Rex thought she'd end up dead in a heartbeat, as he didn't have the heart to kill the child he raised and trained himself. Killing girls was never his strong suit. Beat them Yes, mentally and physically but Kill them, no.
~ADULTHOOD~
"CHASE ME" By Selina's 20th Birthday things changed again. A deal was made, between Falcone and Rex. And She was owned by Rex once more who for some reason wanted her back. But that deal was short lived. Selina took matters in her own hands when she had stumbled across a hitman named Chev Chelios. She paid Chev Chelios to Kill Rex. Selina Kyle then became Free of Any Man. She changed her name from Selina to Kougar, and took what she had Learned and Became the Famous Catwoman-Queen of Thieves In Gotham City Today. Never to be owned by Any Man!
She has Stolen Many Valuables throughout her life. She lives on the edge with an Adrenaline Rush from her Crimes running from the Law and Vigilantes! She is a Deadly Cat-Burglar, Feline Thief in the Night or "Night Huntress." But she does have a Heart! Some stolen items that have Helped to Provide Food, and Clothes to the Local Orphanges, and those in need! She will Help Any Stray Cat, and Take them in! She has set up cat shelters through out the city to protect any Felines. She also has seen a lot of Corruption with Drugs, Weapons, and Human Trafficking all over the United States and fights against it. So Be Warned. Don't let this Purple Feline Thief Cross your Mind or set Foot in your Heart..
~THE SUPERNATURAL UNDERGROUND~
"WE'RE NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK WE ARE ALIVE IN IT"
Catwoman really didn't experience much of the supernatural after being brought to Gotham by the work of the Fallen Angel named Ska Skinwalker. It wasn't until the time of her first boyfriend Ethan and his friends that her life went down a darker road. Since then she has met Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Demons, Mages and Others. But Demons and Werewolves she would prefer to avoid, as they tend to rub her fur the wrong way! She has had many Fights with them. They are always wreaking havoc in her life in one way or another!
~HERE & NOW~
"A WOMAN WHO KNOWS HER OWN MIND IS A POWERFUL FORCE"
Kougar Kyle has built a bigger name for herself, on top of being Queen of Thieves as Catwoman. She runs an entertainment club called Kitty Nights Burlesque under an alias name along with two partners by her side. Neo Felis a computer guru and security provisions and Jim Balent the Head Bouncer and the Advertising Artist for the Club. Who has secrets about himself. Between the three of them they have made an Empire that has Boosted Catwoman's Criminal Agenda through the secrets of dark men's mind that pollute and cloud the city through Sexual Flirty Entainment. What is good for the goose, is also good for the KITTY!
~DEITY OF THE PAST~
"SHE WHO SCRATCHES"
Lore Of Pakhet. Pakhet was a Feline Goddess during the Middle Kingdom Ages. Both of Earth and a Parellel World. She was similiar to Bastet and Sekhmet taking the form of a Caracal feline. She is the daughter of Maahes and Huntheth both Lion Gods. Maashes her Father was associated with war, protection, and weather. Huntheth her Mother was the Hours of Night. Pakhet attributes her war strength as more inner than outward as she was called "The Night Huntress" with a Sharp Eye and Pointed Claw. Pakhet also has duality roles. She was the Goddess of being an Astral Lone Traveler and venturing off between Worlds. She is the protector of motherhood and fights against venomous creatures. Pakhet's temple on Earth was an underground cavernous shrine near al Minya Egypt. Pakhet's crown has a Solar disk and her amulet is a lioness attacking its prey.She is the Great Grand Daughter To The Egyptian God Ra. But as to who who her Grandmother was, Bastet or Sekhmet is unknown.Pakhet lost her Goddess status of immortality when she was Tricked by a Snake God to become Human and live under reincarnation. Setting her to become more human in each life and forgetting a little more who she is after every death. Kougar knows something of her past being of something of importance with the feline race, but has not discovered yet who she really is. If she does't come to realize she is Pakhet in this life soon, she will never be able to return to her rightful place as the Immortal Cat Goddess Pakhet. And the Snake God will return to spawn his lesser children from her through force and then Kill her. Will Catwoman be able to remember soon who she is??? {Updated 2/1/23}
ISTP's are practical, resourceful, adaptable pragmatists, they possess an excellent capacity for understanding how anything works, displaying logical, detached analysis. They have incredible, powers of observation and a great talent for logical analysis. They love to explore and get their hands dirty {Such As Stealing} touching and examining the world around them with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity.
People with this personality type are moving from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from their environment as they go. An ISTP decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at their heart is a strong sense of direct fairness,
a “do unto others” attitude.
This type of personality is self-sufficient and very independent, only really happy when undertaking some risky or interesting activity as they display coolness under pressure which helps get things fixed but which may not endear them to those around them.
"CATS COME WHEN THEY FEEL LIKE IT NOT WHEN THEY ARE TOLD"
Ultimately they want to be left alone to live their lives and do their jobs the way they see fit, rarely trying to control others and expecting others not to try to control them. But in a crisis, or when the situation needs in-depth understanding, they will thrive or at least until the crisis is over. They will be difficult to know as they will be quiet outsiders looking in until they are ready. Once they are clear on what needs to be done, they will be difficult to budge and will potentially move too quickly without thinking through all the implications.
However with growth of an Ambivert tendencies they can moderately be comfortable with groups and social interaction to a degree, but also still relish the time alone, away from a crowd. In simpler words, an ambivert is a person whose behaviour changes according to the situation they are in.
Strengths: Optimistic and Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed
~DAEMONS/FAMILIARS/PHOUKA~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul is named KiTT. KiTT can move in and out of Kougar's body at her will. It can communicate with Kougar through telepathy. Also KiTT can Change to any type of Feline Big or Small, as well as giving her the use of its power when its inside her. Kougar can see through KiTT's Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And she is no longer able to use the extra gifts Heightened Hearing, Smelling, Seeing or Speed with her Familiar separated from her body. And if Injured her familiar needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. Also KiTT has no gender because it is just a soul.
~HER OTHER GIFT~ {updated 1/7/20} Astral Projecting is another gift she obtained from being a Goddess. Though she doesn't know how this and assumes other reasons. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone, except those with supernatural abilities themselves. Vampires, Demons, Angels Etc. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations or Telekinesis. Kougar can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it. However this can only be done in an astral projection state.
~APPEARANCE~
"WE ALL WEAR MASKS"
Jet Black Long Hair {I'm Not Butch!} ★_╭∩╮(◣_◢)╭∩╮_★
Blue Gray Eyes Can Change Pupil Shape ★_(♦)_(♦)_★
Height 5'7 W/O Thigh High Boots ★__(♡_♡)__★
All the Right Curves In All the Right Places!!
When Catwoman-Purple Catsuit with Vinyl and Kevlar
At the Club-Naughty Corsets And Negligee
Everywhere else-Anything that looks Sexy!
~HUSH SECRETS~
Stealing, Emeralds, Canary Diamonds, Muscle Cars That PuuuRRR!
The Smell of Cigarette Smoke, Cologne and Alcohol Breath rolled into one.
Her Abilities of her Daemon soul and her gift of astral projection.
(Jim Balent-Weretiger-Ancestral lineage of Panthera Tigris from the Hyborian Age.)
~SECRETS FILED~
She's Owner Of Kitty Nights Burlesque.
Her Penthouse is on the Eastside of Gotham, but she has others.
And one Bunker. {Hidden in one of the tunnels}
Men with Power, she says she can't stand, but some Men with Power can be quite an addiction to her, as she Flirts with the Dark Side. Lex Luthor, and Thomas Wayne are the only two who have Manipulated and used Power over her. But Generally speaking she is the One Who likes to be in Control. In her past Rex Calabrese and Carmine Falcone had Power over her as a Child and Teenager. But she got her Revenge since on them.
She has a soft spot for children in the Gotham Orphanage. And has spent years bringing goods to them anonymously.
She has also done a lot to help the stray cats in Gotham and helps to protect the Big Wild Cats in Gotham's Sanctuary.
She also has two other house cats givien to her called, Obsidian and Violet
Catwoman's Net Worth $80. Million...
~Aliases She Goes By~
Irena Dubrovna or Miss LaPerm-At The Club,
Marguerite Tone, Madame Moderne,
Katarina Kyle,
K or Kat which is most often used.
~ SECRETS OF Hate~ Human Trafficking, Drugs, Guns, Children Used And Abused, Poachers, WereWolves.
Certain people of her past- C. Beritti, Anthony Malficini, Carmine Falcone, First BF, and a couple of Demons past and present.
Her Ride For Getting Around is Victory Hammer 8 Ball Motorcycle
And a 2023 Purple Dodge Charger SRT HellCat Redeye! 203MPH
Unless She is Stealing whatever Ride crosses her Path that she Fancies! Maybe Even YOURS!!!
~NPC~
Bad Boys!
Dr. Troy Hellyar - {FC-Julian McMahon} Billionaire & Founder of LabCorp. Studied in the Genetic Institute of Bio Science & Engineering. He Specializes In Ancestry DNA - BioMetrics, Methylation, Genomic Imprinting. And Womanizing!
Robert Burns III - {FC-Brad Pitt} Senator's Aid
Lee Christmas- {FC-Jason Statham} A Hired gun who carries out his assignments with percision and strict code.
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☑Kei ☑Dominic ☑Thomas Wayne ☑Caelestra ☑Kilala ☑Kirishima
YOU ADD YOU START!
Does Not Apply Here! I'm Flexible!
But Play By Your Own Rules You Set On Your Page!!
Don't Take Advange Of Mine!!
AND REMEBER CUROSITY KILLED THE CAT!
BUT......
SATISFACTION BROUGHT IT BACK!!
Birthday:
June 5
Character Age
30+
Character Abilites
~MORE ABOUT DAEMONS/FAMILIARS~ Kougar's Daemon Animal Soul can move in and out of Kougars body freely. And can give her the use of its power from the inside, by allowing Kougar to see through its Eyes, use its Claws, Have Heightened Hearing, and Smelling, and have the gift of Speed to be used for her Gain. But the Daemon soul or Familiar when outside of her body cannot go far from her. And if Injured it needs to be return back to her body in order to be Healed. If kept away to long while injured Both Her and Animal Soul will die. ~HER OTHER GIFT~ Astral Projecting is another gift she somehow obtained. Though it is not sure if it was due to the events of her childhood or was predestined. Astral projection can be done by Sleep or a Meditation state where Kougar can Travel anywhere by using the Daemon soul as a cord to her real body. The Spirit body can Travel to other places on Earth, but she cannot be seen by anyone. But to other realms she can be viewed. Also with Great Control of Low vibrations Kougar gives off she can move objects to some degree only when she puts all of concentrations into it.
Hello I'm Kougar Kyle. Address me as my Character. (I'm a 10 + year Vet Rper.) I don't go by the pronoun Fad. Cosplayer & Actresses Used: Kamiko Zero, Jemma Pepper, Nerdy Siren, Alexikens as Catwoman. Katie McGrath, Dita Von Teese as Kyle Herself! Various Pics are used in my Stories! Writer Must Be Over 21. Plotting Ideas Past & Present is Welcomed. All Threads Get Saved. If the Rper Wants to read Our Personal Thread and have access to it, please PM me your email address. Your email remains private. This Character Of Catwoman Is My Take Of Her. If we agree to write together than I expect you to write in a timely manner. The Creation Of Kougar Kyle And Her History Took Years To Develop And Is Ongoing. Don't Steal My Twist To The Character! My Character is a Thief, but I am Not!! Treat Me With Respect In The RP Community!!
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Just as soon as he’d snorted to the names given, he could have felt the static he was getting from the woman. He remained ready to be hit when the time inevitably would come, expecting the cocking back of a firearm at the very worst. Until then he had given her patience one prod after the other. Kei wondered just how many jabs at it he had left.
When she said nothing, however, he had nothing else to look at but the black cat that seemed unfazed by the ordeal. He was used to that. Cats concerned themselves with whatever they wanted to. It took either a metric ton of motivation or an ounce of curiosity to get them to move.
Waiting silently, she was weighing her options just as much as he. His own were… well, slim. Some could get him injured or killed, and few got him out of the situation he’d found himself in. While the silence went on he listened to the rain outside the theatre that showed little signs of letting up. Soon enough, the pressure on his back released. He felt her step back. None too long after, figuring whether it was a trap of sorts or not, Kei slid his feet back underneath him and sat up until he was on his knees.
Promptly, he left himself fall onto his rear. His legs half-crossed lazily, one knee propped up where a forearm would be sat atop it. Whatever would be spoken out of those ‘twenty questions’, he was getting himself comfortable for it. Hollow sockets remained pointed in her direction. Eye contact was something felt rather than seen as pits of dark set their attention upon her, his head cocked ever so slightly.
“I’m a demon.” He put simply. Alongside the statement was a flick of a tail absently. “Call it a curse, to be exact… If you’ve got any other hints for me about it, then be my guest. That’s all I’ve got.” He put simply. That raspy tone was hardly hospitable, but not snapping was a start. “A helluva lot of cats if you haven’t noticed.” …so much for not snapping. “There’s a ghost in the walls, and she’s listenin’ as we speak, I don’t doubt it. You should be happy she didn’t come out and join us.” Kei’s words ended bitterly, directed to the invisible presence.
“And what about you, Kougar was it? Couldn’t find somewhere else to go in the rain tonight?”
*The searches they tried to use didn’t pull up anything on any of them, facial recognition provided information on them, their names and such, but nothing that was of use. They went to a lot of trouble to hide what they were up to and who they worked for, but the alpha male, if she had looked closer, she would have recognized him, it was Tony Malficini, Beritti’s right hand man, and if he was back, that meant that Beritti couldn’t be far behind.
After they left the club the cars they all drove in with all went their separate ways, a few went to some houses in the suburbs and the others, well the night was still young they headed for the casinos, to see if they can win some money and drink the rest of the night away. Malficini, well he disappeared off the radar the minute he walked outside, he covered his tracks well, and there was no telling where he went or with whom he was meeting. The other men, that went to the casino, well if they were brought in for any type of questioning, they wouldn’t know anything, they were the hired guns, and were kept in the dark. They were paid quite handsomely and never asked questions, their loyalty to Malficini and the boss above him was unwavering.
But also that night Batman was busy himself, during the day he had managed to get the rest of the board members to agree to go into police custody and not show their faces until this new threat was taken care of, they still held their meeting with the Mayor, but no in undisclosed places, which meant for now they were safe.
So with the board members under “House” arrest, Batman went back out into the night doing what he did best, rattling the cages of the underworld, making stops at his usual haunts, asking questions, and getting answers anyway he could. If it meant throwing someone through a window, then so be it, dropping them off a city rooftop, no problem, as long as he got his answer. But tonight was not bringing him any news he wanted to hear, there was no chatter, and had he known what went on at her club that night, he would have been there to question Malficini personally, yes he knew that Irena and Kyle were the same person, but he didn’t have to let he know that, not yet. So he continued his interrogations throughout the night, waiting to get a break*
*Once outside the club, Tony called the boss, and let them know how everything went, knowing full well she wouldn’t accept their offer, Tony motioned for his men to get in their cars and drive off. Tonight was just a friendly way of him showing that this new boss was in town and that they meant business. While he was on the phone, the boss told him to just leave, and they would be back later in the week to see what her answer would be, but they already knew what it would be, so things would just need to be played differently.
He got in his car, glanced back towards the club one last time and drove off.
Any look ups of their plates and facial recognition won’t show much. The plates would be registered to a conglomerate, with ties to the city, the facial recognition would not show anything that they wouldn’t want to be shown, Tony Malficini, the right hand man to Beritti, the rest of the men, just two bit hoods with a license to kill, every one of them has a rap sheet a mile long, and they aren’t afraid of who looks into it. If anything they want the people to know who and what they are, they are the second coming of the Restructuring of Gotham!!!!!*
The tension from the woman rolled off in waves. From his position, crushed to the floor the way he was, all that could be done was the pinning back of those ragged ears. His mouth knew no bounds, even to such a predicament. Was it an atrocity to say it had improved in the last few years? Then again he had let himself be pinned to the theatre floor, fleshless nostrils causing dust on the floor to move before his face. The weapons were stripped off one by one, he could have been lucky that was all she had done. He didn’t acknowledge it as heavily as he did the pressure put on his back. The shit luck he had mustered up to get there.
He felt the presence move off of him, yet not quite. The sensation of someone’s breathing disappearing from his acute senses telling him that she had stood. Kei wouldn’t move or adjust himself quite yet. He felt the pressure of something against his spine, an ear angling itself back attentively to it. His initial thought was the barrel of a pistol. He knew it couldn’t have been.
Quietly, by some miracle, he listened. The miracle fell short when he snorted to the first alias. Catwoman? He’d heard a few similar to his own name. None he had claimed so readily.
His attention flickered to the stray feline that approached his field of vision. “Traitor…” He uttered in a low tone. His head tipped to the side some, adjusting said vision as he studied the stray. He knew the number that dwelled in the space. Many, he knew the ages. Had he seen this one before? He thought not.
“Y’know 20 questions is a game of ‘yes or no’ questions. I’ll have to go with maybe… you want anything other than that, I’ll answer when I’m sittin’ upright.” Kei responded. Leaving the questions… he knew they wouldn’t remain unanswered. “You wanna know, and I’ve got nothing on me. You wanna beat it out of me? Save yourself the effort.”
*The men all watched the show, as the ones in the back, by the bar were now being entertained by the three women and the main crew up front were being entertained by the woman who had just danced for them, but Tony was wise to this act, as this wasn’t the same woman that had strutted her stuff on stage and then got real close by sitting on his lap. He knew women, and these two were different. But he would let her have her fun*
Tony: Sure, sit down
*He motioned for one of his crew to get up and let her sit down, after all he was a gentleman*
Nice place you have here, and I must say your performers are excellent, but let’s cut through the chit-chat, my boss has a proposition for you, very simple really, a 40 - 60 cut in your earnings, for protection. I know, sounds like an old time mob movie, but he is serious, and realizes that this fine establishment will be in need of protection in the coming months, and if you don’t accept, well things will be getting a little dicey around here.
*He took a drink from the glass of scotch that was brought over during the performance, place the glass down and stood up. Looking over at Irena, he smiled, bowed and snapped his fingers indicating to his men it was time to go. None of them made any advances towards any of the women, they knew better, as the boss wouldn’t like it.*
We will be in touch
*As he then turned and walked out of the club, exactly the way he came in, like a wave of testosterone, as the other patrons of the club quickly moved out of their way, parting like the red sea*
Dear Diary, I had a dream last night that still crosses my mind. I dreamed I had partnered with Ethan again. Night of the Hunter. I was breaking into a type of base. We went into a closed off section in the back of living quarters. A few had been already broking into and trashed. It didn't make any sense. One of living quarters I went inside to scope out the damage. Then the next thing I knew we went through the front door, as we were being discovered from the back. Then somehow the next thing I knew i was climbing to higher ground. And i woke up.
I seriously have no idea why now he would pop into head. But to be on the run was fun. But you cannot stay in my head. It's better to think you are dead. Good night night of the hunter.
*The first to enter was Tony; he was the lead, the Alpha Male in this little entourage of men that walked into the club. His presence alone was enough to announce him and his crew. His looks, his clothes showed he meant business, but what was he actually doing here tonight? Was it business or pleasure? Once they got deeper into the club, half of his party went towards the bar, the other half including himself, went to where the girls were dancing. He quickly say down and motioned for the rest of his men to sit down as well. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and underneath he had a holstered Beretta. He had a license to carry, and he has used it before.
Once they were all seated, the waitress arrived at their side immediately and asked them if they needed a drink. They all nodded and stated yes.*
Malficini: Bring over a bottle of your finest Scotch and leave the bottle and glasses.
*Malficini then slaps the waitress on her ass, and smiles as she scurries off to get them their drink*
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Just as soon as he’d snorted to the names given, he could have felt the static he was getting from the woman. He remained ready to be hit when the time inevitably would come, expecting the cocking back of a firearm at the very worst. Until then he had given her patience one prod after the other. Kei wondered just how many jabs at it he had left.
When she said nothing, however, he had nothing else to look at but the black cat that seemed unfazed by the ordeal. He was used to that. Cats concerned themselves with whatever they wanted to. It took either a metric ton of motivation or an ounce of curiosity to get them to move.
Waiting silently, she was weighing her options just as much as he. His own were… well, slim. Some could get him injured or killed, and few got him out of the situation he’d found himself in. While the silence went on he listened to the rain outside the theatre that showed little signs of letting up. Soon enough, the pressure on his back released. He felt her step back. None too long after, figuring whether it was a trap of sorts or not, Kei slid his feet back underneath him and sat up until he was on his knees.
Promptly, he left himself fall onto his rear. His legs half-crossed lazily, one knee propped up where a forearm would be sat atop it. Whatever would be spoken out of those ‘twenty questions’, he was getting himself comfortable for it. Hollow sockets remained pointed in her direction. Eye contact was something felt rather than seen as pits of dark set their attention upon her, his head cocked ever so slightly.
“I’m a demon.” He put simply. Alongside the statement was a flick of a tail absently. “Call it a curse, to be exact… If you’ve got any other hints for me about it, then be my guest. That’s all I’ve got.” He put simply. That raspy tone was hardly hospitable, but not snapping was a start. “A helluva lot of cats if you haven’t noticed.” …so much for not snapping. “There’s a ghost in the walls, and she’s listenin’ as we speak, I don’t doubt it. You should be happy she didn’t come out and join us.” Kei’s words ended bitterly, directed to the invisible presence.
“And what about you, Kougar was it? Couldn’t find somewhere else to go in the rain tonight?”
*The searches they tried to use didn’t pull up anything on any of them, facial recognition provided information on them, their names and such, but nothing that was of use. They went to a lot of trouble to hide what they were up to and who they worked for, but the alpha male, if she had looked closer, she would have recognized him, it was Tony Malficini, Beritti’s right hand man, and if he was back, that meant that Beritti couldn’t be far behind.
After they left the club the cars they all drove in with all went their separate ways, a few went to some houses in the suburbs and the others, well the night was still young they headed for the casinos, to see if they can win some money and drink the rest of the night away. Malficini, well he disappeared off the radar the minute he walked outside, he covered his tracks well, and there was no telling where he went or with whom he was meeting. The other men, that went to the casino, well if they were brought in for any type of questioning, they wouldn’t know anything, they were the hired guns, and were kept in the dark. They were paid quite handsomely and never asked questions, their loyalty to Malficini and the boss above him was unwavering.
But also that night Batman was busy himself, during the day he had managed to get the rest of the board members to agree to go into police custody and not show their faces until this new threat was taken care of, they still held their meeting with the Mayor, but no in undisclosed places, which meant for now they were safe.
So with the board members under “House” arrest, Batman went back out into the night doing what he did best, rattling the cages of the underworld, making stops at his usual haunts, asking questions, and getting answers anyway he could. If it meant throwing someone through a window, then so be it, dropping them off a city rooftop, no problem, as long as he got his answer. But tonight was not bringing him any news he wanted to hear, there was no chatter, and had he known what went on at her club that night, he would have been there to question Malficini personally, yes he knew that Irena and Kyle were the same person, but he didn’t have to let he know that, not yet. So he continued his interrogations throughout the night, waiting to get a break*
*Once outside the club, Tony called the boss, and let them know how everything went, knowing full well she wouldn’t accept their offer, Tony motioned for his men to get in their cars and drive off. Tonight was just a friendly way of him showing that this new boss was in town and that they meant business. While he was on the phone, the boss told him to just leave, and they would be back later in the week to see what her answer would be, but they already knew what it would be, so things would just need to be played differently.
He got in his car, glanced back towards the club one last time and drove off.
Any look ups of their plates and facial recognition won’t show much. The plates would be registered to a conglomerate, with ties to the city, the facial recognition would not show anything that they wouldn’t want to be shown, Tony Malficini, the right hand man to Beritti, the rest of the men, just two bit hoods with a license to kill, every one of them has a rap sheet a mile long, and they aren’t afraid of who looks into it. If anything they want the people to know who and what they are, they are the second coming of the Restructuring of Gotham!!!!!*
The tension from the woman rolled off in waves. From his position, crushed to the floor the way he was, all that could be done was the pinning back of those ragged ears. His mouth knew no bounds, even to such a predicament. Was it an atrocity to say it had improved in the last few years? Then again he had let himself be pinned to the theatre floor, fleshless nostrils causing dust on the floor to move before his face. The weapons were stripped off one by one, he could have been lucky that was all she had done. He didn’t acknowledge it as heavily as he did the pressure put on his back. The shit luck he had mustered up to get there.
He felt the presence move off of him, yet not quite. The sensation of someone’s breathing disappearing from his acute senses telling him that she had stood. Kei wouldn’t move or adjust himself quite yet. He felt the pressure of something against his spine, an ear angling itself back attentively to it. His initial thought was the barrel of a pistol. He knew it couldn’t have been.
Quietly, by some miracle, he listened. The miracle fell short when he snorted to the first alias. Catwoman? He’d heard a few similar to his own name. None he had claimed so readily.
Twenty questions? “Well then, start counting.” Kei growled lowly, a half-defeated sound.
His attention flickered to the stray feline that approached his field of vision. “Traitor…” He uttered in a low tone. His head tipped to the side some, adjusting said vision as he studied the stray. He knew the number that dwelled in the space. Many, he knew the ages. Had he seen this one before? He thought not.
“Y’know 20 questions is a game of ‘yes or no’ questions. I’ll have to go with maybe… you want anything other than that, I’ll answer when I’m sittin’ upright.” Kei responded. Leaving the questions… he knew they wouldn’t remain unanswered. “You wanna know, and I’ve got nothing on me. You wanna beat it out of me? Save yourself the effort.”
*The men all watched the show, as the ones in the back, by the bar were now being entertained by the three women and the main crew up front were being entertained by the woman who had just danced for them, but Tony was wise to this act, as this wasn’t the same woman that had strutted her stuff on stage and then got real close by sitting on his lap. He knew women, and these two were different. But he would let her have her fun*
Tony: Sure, sit down
*He motioned for one of his crew to get up and let her sit down, after all he was a gentleman*
Nice place you have here, and I must say your performers are excellent, but let’s cut through the chit-chat, my boss has a proposition for you, very simple really, a 40 - 60 cut in your earnings, for protection. I know, sounds like an old time mob movie, but he is serious, and realizes that this fine establishment will be in need of protection in the coming months, and if you don’t accept, well things will be getting a little dicey around here.
*He took a drink from the glass of scotch that was brought over during the performance, place the glass down and stood up. Looking over at Irena, he smiled, bowed and snapped his fingers indicating to his men it was time to go. None of them made any advances towards any of the women, they knew better, as the boss wouldn’t like it.*
We will be in touch
*As he then turned and walked out of the club, exactly the way he came in, like a wave of testosterone, as the other patrons of the club quickly moved out of their way, parting like the red sea*
Dear Diary,
I had a dream last night that still crosses my mind. I dreamed I had partnered with Ethan again. Night of the Hunter. I was breaking into a type of base. We went into a closed off section in the back of living quarters. A few had been already broking into and trashed. It didn't make any sense. One of living quarters I went inside to scope out the damage. Then the next thing I knew we went through the front door, as we were being discovered from the back. Then somehow the next thing I knew i was climbing to higher ground. And i woke up.
I seriously have no idea why now he would pop into head. But to be on the run was fun. But you cannot stay in my head. It's better to think you are dead. Good night night of the hunter.
Don't you mean, they treat you like a Goddess? ;)
*The first to enter was Tony; he was the lead, the Alpha Male in this little entourage of men that walked into the club. His presence alone was enough to announce him and his crew. His looks, his clothes showed he meant business, but what was he actually doing here tonight? Was it business or pleasure? Once they got deeper into the club, half of his party went towards the bar, the other half including himself, went to where the girls were dancing. He quickly say down and motioned for the rest of his men to sit down as well. He unbuttoned his suit jacket and underneath he had a holstered Beretta. He had a license to carry, and he has used it before.
Once they were all seated, the waitress arrived at their side immediately and asked them if they needed a drink. They all nodded and stated yes.*
Malficini: Bring over a bottle of your finest Scotch and leave the bottle and glasses.
*Malficini then slaps the waitress on her ass, and smiles as she scurries off to get them their drink*
People Treat Me Like A God!
How so, you ask?
They ignore my Existence until they Need Something!!
;-)
Starters owed and coming soon!
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