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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 16, 2013 1:07:15 GMT -5
((February 3rd, More Remy and Selina. This is what y'all get for not rping with us. Closed threads, so you can't even rp with us if you wanted to! Yeah. I hope you all feel terrible now. hah))
She lead herself away from the dancing, slipping through the people effortlessly and slinking to a more secluded area. She needed to recuperate. Gather her thoughts and settle her racing heart down a bit. She was too scrambled. Too much had happened so quickly. Gambit knew her identity, and she was trying to decide exactly how damaging it really was.
Part of her felt a prickle of fear. He'd so pointedly gone out of his way to remove her mask, and John of course spewed out her full name. Maybe she should have been more concerned about Gambit's own identity. She'd seen his face, he'd never hidden it from her like she hid her own. Maybe she should have tried to beat him to the chase.
Gone out of her way to find out more about him. She'd never felt the need to. She'd been satisfied with their crime spree thievery partnership. It had been enough for her.
For a moment she was upset, looking down at the silly black glittering mask that she held on either side with her fingers. And then her grip tightened, and at once she was annoyed again.
Who did these men think they were? Trying to outsmart her? She was fuming in an area set apart from the party. The dancing floor could still be seen, but this place hadn't been decorated with bright lights and glittering jewels.
A man followed her. An older man, and she turned in time to watch him take her hand and bow, murmuring a "Madam" in introduction. She hissed, wrenching her hand back and scolding him with a scrutinizing frown.
"Take a walk." she snarled darkly. The man looked surprised, offended and outraged, but left. Selina was done working the crowd tonight, dropping the hand holding the mask to her side, and then turning to rub her temple with her free hand.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 16, 2013 1:45:02 GMT -5
Remy had drifted off the dance-floor. He had intended to follow Selina, but then a man had blocked his way, serving to give his accomplice a free getaway. He wasn't listening, watching elsewhere to insure Mr. Blake was truly gone and trying to flag down the enigmatic Ms. Selina Kyle. This one was just fussing because they'd kicked up a bit of dust.
Catwoman must have had more invested in her identity than he'd ever expected. She was right riled up, to the point Remy fully expected more dust to get kicked up when he tracked her down. The truth was, he liked Catwoman - the worked well together, things were kept light between them, and she was the closest thing in these sister cities to a devil-may-care attitude he'd get. Remy was capable of stealing things on his own just fine, but not knowing a couple slipper fingers friends... For him knowing the face of the criminal to your left was just a part of the program.
And defending the honour of a woman, well...
"And then flinging her legs in the air like a slattern," the man was a delicate scarlet shade, positively aflame. But he was one shade to far. Remy reached forward, grabbing the man's bow tie. He was a good foot taller than this pudgy prude, and though it was clear the contact outraged the man, he cut off into stuttering as the fabric lit up, Remy tugging it so it tightened just enough to make the man's breathing hard.
"Chu gone sit down now, take a load off those stubby legs ah yours, tink 'bout what chu jus' said. An' in return, I wont make chu pop like an ovah filled ballon. But strickly mano-a-mano?" Another tug, and the man began wheezing. "I hear chu talk 'bout her like dat again? Son chu ain't got a snowman's chance in hell ah makin' it out dis here gatherin."
His fingers slide off the bow tie just as it fizzled out of light, and Remy shouldered the man out of his way, making for a room off to the side as he noticed an elderly gentleman exiting looking put out. Not young or handsome, fitting her usual cliental according to the ex-cop. When Remy entered, he was carful to look shameful.
"Ah, de bell ah de ball. Plannin' ah exit?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 16, 2013 1:57:21 GMT -5
Her jaw set as the looked upward in annoyance upon hearing someone else enter the room. She had turned sharply, intending to completely demolish whoever else was foolish enough to be trying for her attentions again, when he'd started speaking. Instead, all she could do was press her lips together, tighten her brow and stare.
She looked stressed, tired, and not at all in the mood to be charming and witty.
So for the moment, she eyed him with a scrutinizing glare, before turning her face to the side and giving the front of her short hair a swift brush. Now she wasn't looking at him, but at least she had finally begun speaking.
"Haven't we had enough fun this evening?" she asked coldly. Any traces of even fake kindness, was entirely gone.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 21, 2013 14:24:06 GMT -5
A frosty reception, one he'd likely earned. Undoing his own mask, Remy looked down at his hands in a show of shame, taking slow measured steps. As angry as she was, she was still talking. And she hadn't attacked him yet, so that was something.
"Enough fun? Aw, now chu don' sound like yourself at all." His pace slowed decidedly more as he came up behind her. "Sides, i figure I owe an apology."
He reached out with all the care of a thief after his prize, moving round to try and take her hand. Provided he didn't get clawed, he'd do his best fluid bow. "Must 'ave been mah low breedin' acting up. So, i owe chu more than a guarding of your very lovely self. Ms. Kyle, tis a pleasure tah meet chu."
He stood, tilting his head in an inviting smile. "Remy LeBeau, evah at your service."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 21, 2013 17:17:13 GMT -5
Enough fun? Aw, now chu don' sound like yourself at all.
She smiled, but it was disconnected from her eyes, proving to be false portrayal of amusement. It was bitterness. She became visibly more tense when he reached for her hand, but made no movement to attack. Selina watched his every move with narrowed eyes and only after he introduced herself with what she assumed was his real name, did her cold gaze flicker.
It intrigued her. And to her annoyance, did soften her anger some.
But still, she made a point of tugging her hand from him and turning her back to him, making careful steps towards a statue in a small alcove to the side. It was a mere decoration, but she inspected it to avoid looking at Gambit. Otherwise it might prove too easy to forgive him. She wanted to be mad, for the tricks he'd pulled.
"You act like you know me, Mr LeBeau." she said, still without turning to look at him. Using his name was the only acknowledgement she'd give him for releasing his identity to her. For now anyways. She assumed he believed he could make his way to any computer now, and simply type in her name. Find out anything she'd done. Selina finally turned around, now certain she had composed herself well enough.
"I think you'll be very surprised with what you'll find." she told him, in a quieter voice. And though it was softer, it still managed to be sharp, and warning with how she looked up at him.
It was more likely Remy would be surprised with what he wouldn't find, but there was no need to spoil that surprise for him. Thanks to Bruce, Selina had gotten her hands on the Clean Slate technology. Her record was spotless, practically didn't exist. Catwoman was a different case, but that was the point of the mask. Remy wouldn't be surprised by any theft under Catwoman's name.
This was all terribly unnerving though. The last man who'd discovered her at a party had been Bruce. The similarities in this situation? It was nagging at her.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on Apr 22, 2013 10:28:01 GMT -5
He watched her retreat, red eyes resolutely attentive as she made a show of being casual. She might have been near to forgiving him, he was finding her unusually difficult to read. The name had helped some - he was certain of that. It only made sense, if names meant to much to her.
"What, chu tink I'm gon google chu?" His smile turned teasing. Hers hadn't been real, there had been no warmth. Getting a actual smile out of her would be the first step here. "Kitten, I don' even own ah computer. Chu see me enterin' de public library? Maybe i can get me some advise from de sixth graders lookin' up Marco Polo."
He'd intended to break into police databases - if they ever did come that he decided he needed to know more than Selina was willing to tell, it would be a rather significant hitch in his step.
Rather than chasing her directly, he went over to place his mask on a table. He looked over the face carefully. He did enjoy the symbolism of a masquerade. "S'a tacky statue non? Not even carved - des people wouldn't know a dollah store craft from a Michael Angelo."
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Post by Selina Kyle on Apr 23, 2013 0:01:45 GMT -5
Selina had glanced back to the statue, before turning and fixing Remy with a very pointed stare. It wasn't friendly, and there was a fierceness, like he'd asked how much she weighed as opposed to making a comment about the statue. It was tacky, probably hollow and Plasticine too. But that was besides the point. She had other issues to stress.
"Don't play games with me." she warned him. "You want to know why I'm so uptight but don't have the gall to ask, which is odd considering half the things you've done tonight." the dancing, tugging the mask loose, coming close to setting off a few explosions and who knows what else. Odd indeed.
"You're the second man to discover my identity at a party," she explained, sounding annoyed but unnerved. That wasn't entirely true, Bruce had discovered her identity through his advanced computer systems and unveiled he knew her identity at the party. But details were unimportant.
"And don't you dare ask where he is right now." she warned again in a lower tone as she turned her face to the side. A small wrinkle had hit the bridge of her nose for a brief moment, and she shut her eyes tightly. She breathed in, and then exhaled. No need to get worked up at Remy over Bruce. But there were a lot of things Selina regretted.
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Post by Remy LeBeau "Gambit" on May 3, 2013 21:27:28 GMT -5
Remy took a subtle step back as she fixed him with the evil eye. He tilted his head as he listened to her, examining a vase of gold leaf roses. He sighed, tapping one of them. Ah, so this was hitting her closer to home than he'd thought. Remy found it hard to picture Selina genuinely attached to a man. It was something he couldn't relate to - he preferred keeping his acquaintances lighter with women, and the most serious relationship he'd encountered thus far was an arranged marriage. Still, he was sorry to stir up old hurts.
"Kitten, I'm ah Cajun. I got enough French in mah veins tah know better den to ask 'bout a woman's secrets." His smile was less teasing now. Nearly earnest. "I didn't ask cuzz I enjoy a good challenge. I ask, spoils de game. Dats all - I mean you no harm, cher, honest. Ask me anyting 'bout myself, I'll tell you. Open book, yours for the takin. Figure i owe you, non?"
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Post by Selina Kyle on May 19, 2013 23:04:32 GMT -5
An attachment? Of sorts. Selina didn't like to get too attached herself, but Bruce had been hard to run from. Apparently not hard enough, however, as she'd ended up back in Gotham. She pressed her lips together, squinting her eyes as she looked away. She should've known better than to run off with him. They could run from Gotham, but it would always be a bigger part of her. Sitting around in luxury with Bruce... wasn't her style.
"I don't want to know anything about you." she said. Selina hadn't managed to get it out as sharply as she'd have liked, and instead it came out as a dejected and angry whisper.
She didn't want to dive deeper into this. Bruce and her had exchanged secrets willingly to one another. This was already going too far for her liking and the familiarity of it all was painful. And recent.
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