[OPEN] shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, hot damn!

[catlady]

WHO: The Cat and lucky, lucky you
WHERE: All over the place
WHEN: Throughout the month of September
WHAT: A few quick open prompts including a follow up to her network post a couple weeks back. (Feel free to handwave a network response if you just wanna FIGHT. (ง'̀-'́)ง)
WARNINGS: TBD

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ANY ▸ trying to find a new distraction, wanna make it last all night

[catlady]

[ Much like the Antwerp Diamond Center, it isn't difficult breaking into a higher social circle -- throw a little money around, make a few generous donations, make a name for yourself. Wash, rinse, repeat. Selina Kyle doesn't have the same kind of recognition or notoriety here as she has back home and maybe that's a good thing. She doesn't have Raina Creel or the rest of the Villa Hermosa plutocracy breathing down her neck and none of them are privy to what she does in the dark.

Tonight is less about business, however, than it is about pleasure; tonight is an opportunity to see how the other half lives, to live among them, and indulge in their offerings... or maybe it's just a chance to take her mind off of every other thing going on. You'll find her -- as expected -- near the bar, a drink in her hand. She's wearing green, her black ear-length hair slicked back as to draw attention to the impressive amount of ice dangling from her ears. She seems bored, her drink nearly empty, and maybe that's to your benefit. Get her while her guard is down. ]

[reborningreen]

Oliver, not ironically, is also wearing green, a suit of a deep dark green that is almost black in intensity. It fits him very, very well, and it's the kind of suit that fits in in this crowd, even as he feels rather not like he does. But old habits, and he is soon schmoozing, and talking, trading witty and not so witty remarks and finding a few very wealthy contributors. And being very, very bored.

He smiles as he sees her, and heads in her direction, grabbing an extra drink as he passed a waiter and stepping up to her, offering one drink.

"Evening, Miss Kyle. Drink?" He is very glad to see someone he knows.

[catlady]

She's not expecting to see anyone she recognize. Selina isn't a person with a lot of personal connections and the people she is connected to-- well, they're not exactly the kind of people to be caught dead with a crowd like this. Not by choice.

And it shouldn't surprise her, really, the Queens have money; they'd practically built Seattle the same way the Waynes built Gotham. It's just that the Oliver Queen she's familiar with -- in the broadest sense of the word -- seems more interested in playing Robin Hood, taking cross-country road trips, and applying mustache wax than he is in schmoozing with a bunch of blue bloods. She's still getting a sense for this one.

"Mr. Queen," she replies in acknowledgment, lifting her glass. She hadn't even noticed the glass was almost empty. "I'd love one, actually."

[reborningreen]

He swaps her empty for a fresh one, and nods. "Glad to help."

He gives her a small smile, eyes on hers. "You're looking lovely tonight." He glances around, then shakes his head. He considers her, with a thoughtful look. She is a mystery to him, an enchanting and attractive mystery, but yes.

"I hadn't thought to see anyone I knew here. Not among this crowd, anyway." He should not be surprised, not with the amount of influence and notoriety Imports carry.

NONAH ▸ i don't know about you, miss kitty...

[catlady]

[ You might find her in an alley, an empty lot, or if you're feeling particularly curious, an old, abandoned warehouse. Selina hasn't settled anywhere long enough to feel she is capable of providing for an animal, but that certainly hasn't stopped her from befriending the strays. Selina likes cats, just in case that whole latex gimp cat costume thing didn't clue you in, and they like her a whole lot too. She relates to them, understands them better than she does most people, and that was true even before the little power boost.

It becomes part of her routine: she checks in on the cats and leaves out food for them, often finding an excuse to stay longer just to play with the kittens or get in on some of those sweet kitty kisses. She brings toys, of course, and pulls treats from out of her pockets, offering them to her feline friends. ]

Now, now. There's enough for everyone.

[pushygirl]

[Kira steps in the alley way because she's doing her best to avoid making any decisions, which includes the directions that she's walking in. This habit means she knows a great deal about walking all over Nonah by now.]

They seem fond of you.

[She's already slowly bending to pet the cat, though she's ready to freeze the instant one shows signs of fleeing from her presence.]

[catlady]

[ She picks up on the sounds of the approaching footsteps easily, and Selina is every bit as suspicious as her feline friends are. She rises from her crouched position slowly, dusting the bits of kitty treats from her hands off on the thighs of her pants as she observes the woman. ]

Oh, we're old friends.

[ She's been coming here almost as long as she's been in this place. The feline manipulation certainly helps, but she's earned a lot of trust and affection with these little guys. ]

Are you lost?

[pushygirl]

[Kira shakes her head.]

I was just walking around without a destination in mind.

[Which isn't the full truth, but is as close as Kira can explain. Walking around randomly made it easier to avoid certain people in Kira's world. She's using the same practices here just in case.]

ANY ▸ if i die, i'm a legend

[catlady]

[ The response to her call for sparring partners having gone better than expected, Selina finds she has little trouble finding someplace to focus all that pent up anger. Whether you've provided a time and location to meet or she has, she arrives dressed for a good sweat with a gym bag at her side.

If this is the first time you've met up, she's going to want to go over some basics -- she isn't interested in teaching anyone how to fight and she doesn't want to be held back. She wants to get her claws into something -- someone -- and really dig them in, and let's be honest, she's kind of into getting tossed around a little bit. If this is the second or third time, well, what are you waiting for? ]

[usaf]

[ The outfit Carol wears to work out on 2019 Earth is different than the outfit she wore on 1995 Hala to spar with Yon-Rogg. Tank top instead of wrap shirt. Capri leggings instead of full length trousers. Form fitting rather than loose. The only important thing is that it doesn't restrict her movements.

She's tied her hair back into a bun away from her face, and is stretching in anticipation of a good fight. Well. She hopes it will be a good fight. She doesn't know what this Selina woman is capable of, but she doubts she will present a real challenge. ]

I accept your terms. But the question is... Do you want me to hold back?

[catlady]

[ At this stage of her career, Selina isn't used to being underestimated. She's regarded as one of the best thieves in the world, she's thrown down with and held her own working alongside the fucking Batman, and has managed to survive every single curb ball that life has thrown at her... but all that means bupkis here.

It has its annoyance, if only because Selina isn't interested in proving herself all over again to a bunch of strangers and nobodies, but hey. It has its amusement, too.

She slides her fingers beneath the strap of her bag and lifts it over her head, discarding it -- nothing fragile, just a change of clothes and her work clothes stashed away in a hidden compartment. ]

Why don't you show me what you've got. We'll go from there.

[usaf]

[ All warning Carol gives is a smirk, and then her eyes light up like two glowing LEDs, the bright light spreading throughout her body and lifting her a few feet off the ground. She turns her attention to a pile of junk in the corner of the warehouse, about thirty feet away. She lifts a fist and fires a photon blast at the detritus, completely obliterating it into a smoking wreck.

Once the display is over, she lets the light dissipate, touching back down onto the ground. ]

[killtime]

[ Andy, for her part, looks more or less ordinary. She's not particularly tall or muscular. She has no impressive battle scars. No overt power either. If anything, she looks a little rumpled, her hair carelessly pulled back from her sharp face, her gym clothes all black and more functional than stylish. Understated. Maybe deceptively so.

She picked this gym because it's one of the only one around with a proper boxing ring. Not that she really care where she spars — makes little difference to her, really — but people seem to prefer this kind of setting. Maybe it seems more civilized than, say, an abandoned parking lot or some filthy back alley.

Back in her day, they just fought out in the fucking dirt and weeds. But then again, she's old school. Ancient, even. ]

[catlady]

[ Selina could throw down just about anywhere and she just about had, but she cut her teeth in the boxing ring. It's where she learned to fight, really fight, not that dirty biting-hair-pulling-scratching in the streets kind of fighting -- not that she's above that sort of thing. It's where she learned to take all that anger and sadness and focus it, channel it into her fist.

And that's the appeal, here. Channeling one thing into another. It's a different kind of anger and sadness, but it's all bubbling beneath the surface. She needs this. She needs to tear into something and feel some other kind of hurt for a little while. ]

I was wondering whether or not you'd actually show up. It's not a bar, but hey, if you're still standing, maybe we could go get a drink after this.

[ There's a smirk on her face as she glances up at her would-be opponent, blindly winding a hand wrap around her knuckles. (Look, it's not being prissy, it's being practical. She's a thief and she has the fine precision of a world-class surgeon, you always protect the hands.) ]

I'll even buy.

[killtime]

[ Andy glances over to give Selina a sidelong look as she approaches, the corner of her mouth twitching faintly upward at one corner at the mention of drinks afterward. Yeah, okay, so maybe she's a simple creature with simple wants, and maybe those simple wants generally entail a good fight and strong liquor, but she's never been in denial of her most basic qualities. Besides, Selina's pretty and offering to buy, so it's not like there's much downside to the whole affair, is there?

Coming over to meet Selina, she leans on the ropes as she idly watches the other woman wrap her hands. Andy hasn't bothered with that, but why would she? She regenerates — that's her little party trick — and she's never been afraid of a little blood. This bitch is almost seven thousand years old now, and her cursed healing means she'd seen her own insides enough times to be practically numb to it. ]

I have some manners. I wouldn't keep a lady waiting. [ She offers Selina a hand up into the ring, if she wants. Wryly: ] Especially not a lady that said she'd wipe the floor with me.

[forcelight]

[ The network post had come a few weeks before Rey had arrived, so she's happened on the gym by chance. She's not picky about where she trains, the gnawing restless energy that had been building up the last few months of her first stay has started to grow again.

She's itching to train.

Dressed in a tight fitting tank shirt and leggings with her hair pulled back tight. A staff at her back - she stretches, even meditates for a few minutes before she starts circling one of the training dummies. The Force strums around her and a few hits in and she decides she'd rather face off against someone who can fight back. ]

ahhh my apologies, my rp motivation has been LOW -- trying to get back to business as usual!

[catlady]

[ After being stood up by the Clown -- and, oh, how she'd looked forward to the feeling of the bridge of his nose shattering beneath her fist -- Selina isn't about to be picky about who she tangos with as long as she gets the chance at all. The punching bag helps get out some of that frustration, but where's the challenge?

She takes a break, falling back and settling against the back wall as she digs in her bag for her water bottle and takes a swig from it when the girl catches her eye -- she has good form, and there's an impressive amount of strength behind her strike. She observes her for a moment, then calls out to her, curious to see if she might like to join her-- ]

Hey, Ponytail -- you bruise easily?

[ Well, that's one way of doing it. ]

no worries /also slow and trying to get into the swing of things

[forcelight]

[ Out of the corner of her, Rey has noticed the other woman but she remains focused on her hits and swings. The form is less contained, refined but she doesn't hold anything back. It's for Kylo, who'd chosen over her after she'd vouched for him to Luke, who they'd united against a to face a common foe.

Who didn't understand, how could he when he had yet to live through the events as she had?

Wiping her hair out of her face, she holds the bag in place as Selina calls out to her.

Stretching, shaking out her fists, she looks over the other woman. ]

I can handle a few bruises.

[plentystrong]

[ A no-holds-barred fight is just what Catra prefers, and Selina has clearly been offering that. So Catra shows up, sporting nothing but her usual uniform -- a form-fitting sleeveless shirt and ripped stirrup leggings, adorned by two belts and her badge -- and gives Selina a dubious once-over. ]

You sure about this? You can still back out, you know.

[catlady]

You know, I would have thought you'd be all about trying to get your claws into me. You stalling, there, Catgirl? Worried you might not be up to the challenge?

[ Oh, yeah. That'll help this situation, Selina. Let's taunt her. ]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara arrives in a black tank top and sweat pants, her hair pulled into a braid and her glasses stored safely in her bag.

With a gesture towards the Eskrima sticks in her lap - ] They give me more reach, but I can go without.

[catlady]

[ Selina responds with a shrug as she drops, tossing it off to the side and out of the way. Judging by the resulting sound she's not charrying much in it -- just a change of clothes and some post-workout essentials, her water bottle cushioned atop the pile. ]

Different set of rules for bats and birds; I've fought you all before, even if not the same, exact you. I just didn't want to have to explain the whip and claws or -- worse -- have to hold back.

Keep 'em.

WILDCARD ▸ while you stalling, i'm evolving.

[catlady]

[ Got something else in mind you want to throw my way? Want to get in some of that good, sweet, catlady CR but aren't feeling any of the above prompts? felinefatale, HMU fam!! I am always down to plot. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[ bruce wakes from the power nap at his desk to the note, brow furrowing at a sharp remembrance of her other note. the fact that she could sneak up on him while he slept, though? that he liked. always did.

he stares at the cursive on the front of the envelope and plays with the closed flap, hesitating until he pulls off the band-aid and opens it. she's timed it well-- a glance at the window and the orange, setting sun beyond it gives him just enough time to get "dressed" and make it to the rooftop. he lands quietly out of habit, though he reminds himself again that she probably already knows he's there. ]

I got your letter. [ a pause. ] Cat.

[catlady]

[ She has her back turned toward him, her arms spread outward as she balances along the parapet wall in impractical heels -- she's rocking a very different look than the last time they were up here, but she sort of expects that he's noticed that particular detail already. Nothing about it is practical, its focus on aesthetic reckless. (Thanks, Joëlle Jones!!) ]

I'd be surprised if you hadn't. [ A pause, mimicking him. ] Bat.

[ She makes a sharp turn on her heel, facing him now as she hops down from the wall. She covers all those prickly, raw nerves with cool and casual as she saunters across the roof to meet him. ]

For the record: if you had sent a cheese plate, I would have tracked you down and decked you.