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Post by Krepta on Oct 9, 2011 8:44:08 GMT -5
The chill October air that flowed through the open windows of the sprawling expanse of the Wayne mansion was nothing if not refreshing. The sun, just beginning to set, sent appropriately spooky shadows creeping across the walls and bare trees decorated with pumpkins, ghostly lanterns, and the signature red and gold colors of autumn. The fountain outside trickled merrily away, while it's waters danced with plum and poison green, cast by cleverly hidden lights within the bushes. The normally empty parking ring was packed full of cars, and more arriving every moment as the Halloween Bash picked up speed. Inside, dusted with cobwebs and the glow of black lights, it was a gloomy, forbidding sight. The decor itself hadn't been changed too much-- it seemed that Bruce had a fondness for Gothic era furniture, already perfect for Halloween. All and all the Wayne Mansion made the perfect haunted house. However, if the rest of the manor was dark and gloomy, in contrast the ballroom absolutely sparkled. As always, Wayne had spared no expense in setting up for the occasion. Decorative corn husk bunches and hay bales lined the dance floor, where already several brave couples were swaying to, " Black Magic Woman," by Santana, which floated lazily out over the crowds and filtered into the halls where other guests chattered away in various costumes and Halloween garb. The glow of flame-less candles and jack-o-lanterns lit up nearly every inch of the space, casting a strange pale glow on the tables below, which, at the moment, we mostly empty. Though there was formal dinner planned, the snack bar across the dance floor seemed to suffice for most. As more and more guests arrived, the chatter seemed to grow and grow into an almost unbearable din until all at once, all the lights went out. A collective gasp seemed to rise from the crowd, and then a stunned silence, as if everyone in the room were holding their breath. Then, out of the darkness a light shown, and the ghoulish green glow of a spotlight landed on the handsome visage of Bruce Wayne, poised waiting at the top of the staircase that led to the upper levels of the house. He seemed to have dawned a red and black satin cape for the occasion, as well as the garb of a shirt, vest and slacks, stylized with red and black designs scrawling elegantly across their surfaces. The master of the house flashed the crowd a dazzling smile and realistic looking fangs glinted in the suddenly ruddy light. It seemed Dracula had been his choice of costume. Ironically fitting. "Welcome to the first annual Wayne Mansion Halloween Bash for Charity," his voice boomed out over the waiting darkness and there was a handful of cheers from below. Another charming smile lit Bruce's face and those blue eyes glittered with mirth as he made his way down the stairway a little, the spotlight trailing him. "Boy, if that's not a mouthful, I don't know what is!" He paused briefly to let the laughter and chatter die down before gesturing out to the room before him, and a crowd suddenly swept with swaths of violet and orange lights. "As you all know, the profits of this gala will be going to Mary Anthony's Home for the Unfortunate. I want to congratulate you all for a job well done. None of this would be possible without you all, and with your support Mary Anthony's will continue to help those of us less fortunate for a very long time to come. So with that in mind, let's all eat drink, and be merry, and have a very spooky Halloween!" With that, the lights went off again, plunging the room back into darkness. When they came back on, and the music started again, Bruce Wayne was nowhere to be seen. No doubt though, he was among the crowd by now, and had already picked out his first lovely lady for the night. -------------------- Woo. First time writing Wayne. It was a doozy, but here we are! To echo Bruce's words, welcome to Chasing Legend's very first Halloween event! Over the month of October, up to Halloween itself, we are hoping to have lots of other Halloween events as well, but for now, we open with a roleplay and a brand new achievement! All characters will be welcome in this thread, as the Bash is a public event. Though most have had to pay an entrance fee, those who have characters on a budget are always welcome to sneak in. Just don't get caught! As for the achievement, all characters attending the Bash will earn it. However, if your character is indisposed at the moment ( captured, mortally wounded, or otherwise unable to attend ), if you, or someone else mentions the character missing, then they will also be able to claim the achievement as if they had attended. If this happens though, please let me know where it was mentioned so that I can keep track! Be sure to mind your manners in the Wayne Mansion ( because it also belongs to you-know-who ). If you're caught doing bad, there could be jail time in store for you! Otherwise, come join the Halloween festivities! There is plenty of dancing, laughing, and exploring to be done-- and you never know who you might meet. Happy Halloween season, everyone! *Updates to events and new achievements pertaining to the Bash will be announced in posts with the Bash banner above them. Keep your eyes peeled and have fun!
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Post by themascura on Oct 14, 2011 16:28:18 GMT -5
It was a beautiful night! The stars were shining, the air was crisp, and a huge full moon was bathing the world in her silvery tresses. It was a little chilly, but that was alright. Her sheath dress and gauzy shawl did nothing to keep the cold out, mind you, it was just that it was a very short trip from the limo to the door. Well, not so short in the case of Wayne Manor- Honestly, so many STAIRS- but short enough that she could handle the pre-Halloween chill.
As the Valentino limo sailed up the drive, gracefully waiting it's turn, Cleo wrapped her shawl around her shoulders and moved forward in her seat. Her silver and aquamarine pendulum earnings swung cheerfully beneath the coif of curls she had done up just for the night. She sent a smile and a thank you at her limo driver, along with a discreet twenty, when the limo pulled to a stop. A half-moment later, the door was opened for her, and she emerged into the world as Cleopatra Valentino in the style of Grace Kelly, a Hollywood starlet.
The sight before her was truly dazzling. Bruce didn't do anything by halves, she noted a little ruefully. Her next party would have to be really something in order to top this. She shook her head and laughed. Such grim thoughts were for another night. She was here to have fun, spend a little money for charity, and maybe scope a target or two for a little jaunt later. Everyone who was Anyone, as the saying went, would be here tonight. Mr. Wayne did not throw parties very often, much less in his own home. The finery would be on full display at Wayne Manor.
She made her way up the stairs, carefully lifting the hem of her ethereal gown so that it didn't snag on the stone. There was a butler standing somewhere next to the door. He was familiar, in a way, Cleo was certain that she had seen him in Bruce's presence quite often. The blonde heiress smiled distantly at him and entered the fray, blood singing with the music and sound of it.
What a night it was going to be!
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It was freezing.
April rubbed her upper arms and sighed. Her fingertips were tingling with the cold, and her ratty jeans and sleeveless shirt just weren't doing anything that night. The big voice in the sky swore April wasn't supposed to feel the cold anymore, but she did. She was also hungry, another sensation she wasn't supposed to feel.
She winced, pulling her legs up to her stomach as it pinched painfully. A low, angry rumbled followed, a reminder that she hadn't eaten in... days? She couldn't recall.
In a futile attempt to ignore her raging belly, she turned her attention to the windows of the giant old Mansion she had found while traipsing about in the woods, searching for a hollow tree or cave to spend the night in. All sorts of old-money rich folk were flooding into the occasion. She sniffed the air and sighed, eying the catering van from her position in an bare tree.
Maybe... she could just sneak a bite? No. Someone would notice a ragamuffin filching food from the back of a catering van, especially as busy as this place was.
She was about to give up and slink away into the cold when she noticed one of the caterers ducking around the side of the building, where the light was less and there were no people. She hesitated, then brazenly slipped from her tree and followed the man around the corner. He was fishing around in his pockets when her head popped around the corner. As she slunk closer, he apparently found what he was looking for- A cigarette- and settled back into the shadows. April took a deep breath to ready herself.
A moment later, she rushed him. He startled and looked up when she was only a few feet from him, but it was way too late to do anything about. She hit him with her shoulder, fading from the corporeal the moment she did so. As a result, she half passed through him, half dragged him into the spirit world with her. She popped back into the living world, pulling him with and smiling triumphantly.
"Knocked 'em cold." She chortled at her own pun, as the spirit world was quite chilly, and he was now speckled with frost here and there. Her stomach pinched again. She winced and shook her head. Here she was, laughing at her own jokes when there was food to be had! She snorted and grabbed the man under the arms, dragging him back toward what appeared to be a garage or storage shed. It was warm enough in there, and he would be okay. Especially when she found some old horse blankets to cover him in.
She stripped him and pulled his clothes on over her own-- thankfully, he was a small man-- even going so far as to swap shoes with him. Then, in her new 'costume' she made her way into the building.
There was as much food inside as she had imagined, and maybe more. Her mouth watered, taking in the mountains of glittering treats, wafting platters of meat, and steaming pots of soup. She had to swallow hard and pinch herself to drag her attention away. If she wanted ANY of that food, she was gonna have to wait, she reminded herself sternly. She could probably snatch bites from any plates she took away. Yeah, no one would notice that.
Still, she couldn't help but stare at the food in wide-eyed longing as she put herself to work.
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It was supposed to be a Halloween party, but Mari didn't really care. The company was paying. She was just here to make sure that no one tried to make off with one of dozens of rich folks, or crash the party and everyone in it. With all that had been going on in Gotham lately, that was a real concern. Still, she had refused to wear a costume. Someone had tried to talk her into dressing as a tank. They seemed to find that idea hilarious.
She didn't get the joke.
So instead she lingered in the corner, grim faced and watchful, keeping her eyes peeled for dragons big or small. She wondered a little if the owner of the residence knew who she was. She figured the company had probably informed him that they were going to send an agent. They rarely gave out any more information than that, however. Most people didn't like it when some mysterious company contacted them and informed them that they were going to send a security agent. Then again, most people assumed that the agency was some sort of security company that provided bodyguards for the rich and famous.
She thought her dark gray pants and serviceable slate jacket, wondering briefly if she looked like a body guard. The brunette shook her head and snorted. She probably looked like a pit bull, if anything.
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J'onn was in a Halloween costume of his own that night.
He was dressed in the guise of a human detective. His brown eyes, brown hair, and average features were a deliberate part of his disguise. Few who saw him would ever guess what he normally looked like. Fewer still would guess that the Martian Manhunter slid among their numbers, snatching thoughts and feelings like flies.
So far there was nothing of notice in those thoughts. Most people were having fun. Some were envious of Bruce's wealth. Others still were wrapped up in the other guests, for reasons J'onn preferred not to linger on.
For his part, he was enjoying himself, strangely enough. He was rarely in the home of his friend, and never on an occasion like this that he could recall. He didn't get invited to many parties. Batman didn't throw many parties either, for that matter. The events of the night were as rare as a full Solar eclipse, and the object of just as much curiosity and wonder.
J'onn realized that his friend had probably thrown the party for more than just Charity. He had the distinct feeling that Batman was feeling someone- or someones- out, though J'onn did not know why. Perhaps he was sizing up a few of the well-to-do criminals, or perhaps he was watching for anyone who appeared to have anything to do with mythological beasts.
Whatever the motive, J'onn was content that when Batman wanted him to know, he would tell him. Until then, he would simply have to have faith in his friend.
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(( I tried to make it as compound as possible, I swear! ))
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Post by Krepta on Oct 15, 2011 23:28:32 GMT -5
As Bruce flowed around his guest, scoping out new faces and mentally bringing up the stories behind them, one in particular caught his eye-- She was a dainty thing, with blonde hair and quietly confident face. Someone he hadn't yet seen at his other events. Had she? No, it took him a moment to remember where he had seen her, but she had been here and there. Cleopatra Valentino. He had been keeping an eye on her. He didn't have any hard proof yet, but... Well, there had been some all to convenient coincidences involving her and a string of thefts lately. Nothing he could go on-- yet, but all the more reason to schmooze. "Cleo, I'm glad you could make it," came the rich voice from behind the woman. "And I'm glad we could finally meet. I've read a bit about you. I wasn't sure you'd show up though." The broad shouldered, blue eyed man leaned casually against the arm of a nearby chair and smiled that charming smile at her.
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Oct 16, 2011 15:10:17 GMT -5
- - - - - > > Over the sound of clinking glasses, the laughter of rich bystanders, and the high-pitched steam of the kitchens as they prepared tonights dinner, the cold October air curled and pushed against the windows of the Wayne mansion, dying to give the warm cozy party dwellers a taste of its chill. It seemed to be getting into everywhere that didn't have a door shut tight - so Dick was plenty happy that he didn't have to go down to the kitchens tonight, where the chefs and workers would be toting garbage cans outside to be dumped and back inside to be refilled. Standing back, against a column, he watched Bruce's speech, unseen and unwatched by the world. These parties were a good chance to get to know all the anonymous donors to Bruce's cause - and to pick up a few Ladies along the way. Most came in to get away from the cold and some company - tonight, it was echoing with the sounds of nightmares outside, goosebumps crawling across the city like an infectious disease. Richard figured he wouldn't have too much trouble with the cold, considering the nature of his outfit. He'd decked out his thin frame with a thick dark brown overcoat with a sharp collar, a band around the waist, and high shoulders. Around his neck was slung a white scarf, tied at the neck and tucked inside the coat. Underneath that he wore black pinstriped trousers, reaching over polished black dress shoes - a pair he only used for special occasions. He had leather brown gloves on, hands shoved deep into his pockets, and an economy reports hat; brown, with a darker brown ribbon wrapped around it just above the brim. To top it off, a white stocking was pulled over his head, blotched symmetrically with a black design that looked like a butterfly shot with an AK47. No one would ever recognize him in his Rorschach costume; he'd been carefully picking out its components for weeks, and now, as he waited for guests his age to arrive, he hovered like a ghost on the edge of the crowd, blending and yet standing out, feeling very out-of-body behind his Rorschach mask. He found himself wandering along the back walls, so he took to one place beside the windows and began scanning the crowd, studying the faces, hoping to find one he recognized. One seemed to be a small girl dressed in a zoot suit - but she was swallowed up by the people and vanished, so he thought no more of her. Fingering the yellow smiley face button - decorated with a single droplet of blood - on his coat lapel, he tilted his chin down and continued to observe, starting to get into character better than he figured he would. All around him, the music swirled, and the night cascaded on.
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Post by ZiggBot on Oct 17, 2011 5:40:06 GMT -5
[[My God. Robin just caused a rip in the space-time continuum. xD I tend to avoid references to DC imprints, but *shrug* I guess it doesn't hurt. Just makes my nose twitch. xD;;]]
Wow. Not only were most rich folk described as living big, but they actually were big most of the time. Either wide or tall, the slender, short Jimmy Olsen was hidden behind most of them. It was fine, he wasn't here to be noticed, really. He was here to notice everyone else. He held his camera in his hands, poised to take more photos of the people entering. Then again, not many people recognized him and a 'he' at the moment.
Indeed, he was dressed as Mary Marvel for this bash. It was both a gag, and a comfortable outfit. She even had a warm hair color, to boot, so the wig didn't clash. Padded to perfection, sprinkled in make up, delicately doused in perfume, and not to mention waxed all over, he made a very nice 'she'. He lifted the camera, snapping a photo of the next couple to enter. He kept the flash off, as to not startle anyone, which was fine. The room was well lit, already, and he was good enough with his SLR to make sure what needed to be in focus was crystal clear.
Well, that seemed to be the last pair for a while. As his stomach made a small grumble out of hunger, he finally looked to the long table, set with silver platters, which were all dressed in delicious looking snacks. Wait. Was that a chocolate fountain? The thought of getting to dip strawberries in that thing made Jimmy even more excited to have been chosen to report on this event. He began to make his way over to the table, gently passing by the tight clusters of people chatting, and making sure to say 'Excuse me.' or 'Pardon me.' to anyone he even brushed against, unconsciously in a feminine tone.
He was almost there. It was just then, when he was about five feet from the table, that he noticed the host of the party. He seemed to be speaking to somebody, but it seemed like such a perfect shot! He made sure where he was standing was clear, and lifted his camera to take a photo. Right as he took the photo, he felt a sudden snap under his right foot. Well, this was the last time he was going to buy a pair of heels from a discount store. The heel of his shoe had snapped off, and he lost his balance almost immediately. Unintentionally squeaking as a lady would, he began to fall backward.
[[Open for someone to catch him, if they so chose. If not, it'll be assumed he fell and someone can help him up, unless you wanna leave poor Jimmy to collect his bruised butt off the floor himself. xD]]
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Post by ritsukaorchid on Oct 17, 2011 15:14:48 GMT -5
(( haha sorry, it was my only idea for a not corny costume xDD ))
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Post by themascura on Oct 24, 2011 22:10:38 GMT -5
Cleo caught a flute of champagne off of the tray from a passing waiter, with a small, bird-like movement. She cradled it between her fingers like the old-Hollywood starlet she was portraying. She half-turned, a smile curving her lightly-painted lips, when a deep voice purred her name.
"Bruce!" She gasped in pleased 'surprise', "If it isn't the man of the hour himself!" She laughed throatily and offered her champagne-free gloved hand.
"This is quite an event. I hope you have signs posted here and there, someone might get lost in this lovely little shack." The blonde noted the pretty little lady with the camera in her peripheral vision and moved slightly to the side, presenting a clearer view of Bruce and a profile of herself- one of her best angles- for the photos.
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Mari was beginning to consider the buffet table layed out so temptingly beside her when she noted the young photographer angling for a picture of Mr. Wayne and Ms. Valentino. She analyzed the movements of the young paparazzo with most of her attention, the other portion reserved for the brief realization that Bruce always seemed to be photographed in the company of a pretty blonde.
She noticed the moment the heel cracked, and was stepping forward before it had completely given way. She managed to dodge the buffet table, despite her size, and took another huge step, extending a large hand as she completed the distance.
She did all of this silently, keeping a simultaneous eye out for any potential sources of aggression as she worked. The massive woman also reached for the expensive-looking camera, intending to catch it should the little reporter drop it as she fell.
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April straightened her tie for the billionth time, glancing around self consciously as she waited for her tray to be refilled with Hors d'oeuvres and champagne. There were a lot of potential cops and heroes in the house tonight. There was some guy in a long brown trench coat, the giant lady in the back corner with the ear-piece, and some person in a Rorschach costume, just for starters. Still, that food looked SO good.
The skinny red-head grinned brilliantly at the head waiter- some old guy in an old-fashioned butler's get-up - and headed back toward the ballroom, heedless of the disapproving, or perhaps startled look, tossed after her as she went.
As she passed a shadowed area she took a moment to pop one of the nice little shrimp things in her mouth. It was just as delicious as it looked.
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Post by Krepta on Oct 26, 2011 1:24:56 GMT -5
...UpdateWriting Contest!There's a Halloween Writing Contest with a Prize! Come check it out! More events to come! This year's theme is, "The Sounds of Halloween!"
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Post by Krepta on Oct 26, 2011 18:29:15 GMT -5
Bruce had already taken the hand extended to him, and had stooped over it to give it a polite kiss of greeting, when the yelp of someone in distress caught his ears. Instinctually, he pivoted to look, just in time to see that massive hulk of human being stretch out to catch the falling 'woman' in question. Those baby-blues lingered there briefly, full of concern, as he waited for her to straighten again, and then he gave a great sigh of relief. No villains, no disasters, no one was hurt. For a moment-- just a moment-- he had been worried. "Oh my!" he said with a chuckle, stepping forward. "That was quite the spill! Are you alright, Miss?" He looked Jimmy Olsen up and down, searching for injuries, apparently not noticing that the 'she' was actually a he. Internally, though, he was highly amused. Satisfied that there was no real damage, he looked to the woman who had caught their fashion victim and smile warmly. "And thank you very much for saving her, Miss...?" He waited patiently for a name. He knew Cleo was still somewhere behind him, but he was also sure-- if his judgment on her personalty was correct-- that she would understand the sudden abandonment. Even so, he glanced over his shoulder, as if to invite her over, though he was certain she'd join them if she wanted to no matter what. She was just that type.
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Post by ZiggBot on Oct 28, 2011 3:41:24 GMT -5
Jimmy felt himself being caught almost les than a second after he began to fall. He took quick note of where he was, and the fact that his camera was no longer in his hands. Just as he began to panic, he saw the delicate camera being caught in the other hand of his rescuer, a very... very tall woman. An Amazon? No, they never came to events like this. Who was she then? His thoughts clouded him from realizing the fact that he was staring at her, gawk-eyed and pretty painted lips hanging open.
Once he heard Bruce Wayne talk, he knew all attention around them had fallen on him. Anyone addressed by the host was always noticed. That was something Jimmy wasn't all too in favor of. Still he remained polite, standing up, and gingerly reclaiming his camera with a small smile and nod to Mari. He glanced back to Bruce, cheeks already flush with embarrassment. He reached up and patted his wig, making sure everything was still in place, which it was.
He decided to keep the feminine voice up. He didn't much like talking like a man when in a lady's attire. He just felt more comfortable being a lady when dressed like one. "Yes, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for asking." Once Bruce addressed the other woman, Jimmy turned back to her with a polite, but welcoming smile.
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Post by themascura on Nov 2, 2011 17:46:36 GMT -5
Cleo heard an all-too familiar snap, and then a distressed gasp. Her eyebrows rose in a tight bundle of concern. She turned, following Bruce's maneuver.
"Oh my!" Her gloved hand flew to her lips, green eyes glowing in concern. She was a step behind Bruce once more as he moved toward the poor young woman who had just taken a spill. She, on the other hand, barely registered the young woman's... larger rescuer.
"Oh dear." She pursed her lips and eyed the poor girl's footwear, "You poor thing. I know, those sales are so hard to resist! What size do you wear? I think I have an extra pair in my car..." She paused and smiled toothily, a bubbly laugh rising to her lips.
"Oh, who am I kidding? I probably have half a dozen pairs in my car. Shoes, you know. They're my weakness. I can never pass up a sale." She shook her head at herself, tossing her curls, "I'll have the chauffeur bring a few pairs in." She promised, adjusting her shawl around her shoulders.
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Mari registered two things as she caught the young camera woman. One, 'she' was padded in some strange ways, and two, everyone was staring. She waited patiently until the 'woman' was helped up, and the camera was retrieved.
Mr. Wayne arrived on the scene almost immediately. He was actually very attentive, making sure the costumed Ms. Marvel was okay, despite her near-spill. He then turned his all too pretty eyes in her direction.
He asked her her name.
She quirked a brow in response. She probably wouldn't have said anything else, even to Bruce Wayne himself, but a second pair of eyes settled on her, and these were so incredibly earnest she just couldn't bring herself to be even a little rude.
"Gray." She responded shortly instead, using her last name and nothing else.
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April was happily snacking on the little shrimp things every chance she got when she noticed a little commotion in the middle of the floor. A pretty little number had taken a spill, right into someone's body guard, it looked like, and now Bruce Wayne and another tall drink of water were bent over her, cooing like a couple of concerned parents. Really attractive parents.
She shook her head and munched another little shrimp bite, considering the situation. Looked like the girl had accidentally just made herself the belle of the ball. She'd be getting attention for the rest of the night, most likely. Anyone Big Man Bruce paid attention to would, of course, HAVE to be paid attention to by the rest of the upper crust.
Not that any of that was her problem. The pain in her stomach was slowly fading, and wrapped in a warm suit in a temperature controlled room, she was pleasantly warm. If only she could find a warm place to crash, now.
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Post by ZiggBot on Nov 4, 2011 4:53:47 GMT -5
Jimmy was pretty much entirely red with embarrassment now. He could feel the eyes on him, and he had a feeling some of them were looking over parts of his body that only looked that way because of foam or jelly pads. He looked his camera over, but made eye contact with Cleo once she began to speak to him. "Oh! My... well, I appreciate the offer, but I'm not sure you would have my size." She had a normal lady's foot size, and here he was in a pair of size ten shoes. Petite for a man, but still big for a woman.
He tucked a locke of brunette hair behind his ear and smiled. "Unless you have a pair of tens, I think I might be spending the rest of the evening barefoot. Or walking around like I was born on the side of a hill." He chuckled nervously. She was beautiful, and the fact that she spoke so kindly to him made him even more sheepish. Lovely ladies always made him shy, and even more so when he was dressed like one of them.
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Post by Krepta on Nov 5, 2011 18:05:53 GMT -5
Bruce didn't miss a beat. "Well we can't have that!" he replied to Jimmy sympathetically. "I'll have someone pick something up at the very least. What's your shoe size?" As a caterer came around with a tray of champagne, he swooped down on it and snatched up a glass for each of them, smiling broadly. "Meanwhile, why don't we all have a drink?" He turned that roguish smile to Mari and nodded gratefully. "Miss Gray. A pleasure then, and thank you. It wouldn't do to start the night out with one of my guests being carted away in an ambulance for head trauma." He chuckled warmly and held out one of the glasses to her after setting his own down on a table. The other two were also offered in turn. "Cleo? Miss....?" He waited for the name patiently, an amused smirk quirking the corner of his lips. It had been an unexpected event, but everyone was alright. It had cut off his information gathering session with Cleo, but, he reminded himself, there would be plenty of time for that later. Tonight was for relaxing and having fun-- even for him. Of course, that wouldn't stop him from working a little bit. He just couldn't help himself.
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Post by themascura on Nov 8, 2011 17:39:19 GMT -5
"Thank you, Bruce!" Cleo smiled over her shoulder at the socialite.
"Oh, you never know. I've been known to have a little trouble controlling myself. At sales, that is. I have this horrible habit of picking up any shoe that I find pretty, even if it doesn't fit me. I end up donating the ones I can't wear to charity anyway." Cleo chuckled and watched as the giantess moved a step away, grabbed a chair and pulled it back like it weighed less than paper. She then returned her attention to the young lady.
"You have beautiful hair. You simply must tell me who does your styling. It's radiant, simply radiant, miss-... oh, how rude of me. I have yet to introduce myself." She extended a gloved hand and a warm smile.
"Cleopatra Valentino, it's a pleasure to meet you."
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Mari's skin was crawling. The many eyes on her- especially a pair of particularly stunning blue eyes- were growing ever more uncomfortable. She took a step back away from the young man from a camera and hauled a chair over, hoping that if he took a seat she could beat a hasty retreat. She had just finished, however, when the owner of the house extended a flute of champagne in her direction.
A sense of unease hit her immediately upon the site of the tiny, fragile little piece of glassware held toward her. She frowned ferociously at the glass, and then slowly extended her non-synthetic hand to grasp the flute. Her calluses scraped strangely against the smooth surface, making little noises she was certain the rest of the ballroom could hear. She stared at it afterward, unsure what to do with it now that it was in her possession.
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April was starting to feel a little sleepy. Those shrimp things had left a pleasant warmness in the pit of her belly. It was warm in the room as well, leaving her feeling like she was wrapped snugly in a blanket. If only that were the case.
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Post by ZiggBot on Nov 9, 2011 13:36:03 GMT -5
Jimmy chuckled at the thought of her collection of shoes. He was happy to know that he might walk out of here with both feet covered, though. "Alright, I guess that's fine then. Thank you!"
"Oh, this?" He lifted up a locke of the hair. "It's not real, actually. Just a wig. I got it from Delltreux Wigs, if you're interested though. I'm pretty sure they have extensions and clip in buns there, too." When offered a hand to shake, Jimmy held his out. Luckily, his hand has been carefully waxed of any masculine hair patterns. He gripped the soft glove gently, and gave it a lady-like shake. Had he been dressed more traditionally, and actually felt like being Jimmy Olsen, he would have shaken her hand more vigorously. "I probably have as many wigs as you have shoes, now that you mention it. I love wigs. If you don't like your own hair one day, you can wear someone else's!" He giggled.
Jimmy took the champagne from Bruce with a polite 'Thank you, Mr. Wayne.', and noticed a chair had been pulled out for him. He smiled pleasantly and sat down, once again thanking Mari. He kept a close eye on her hand as she attempted to take the champagne, and glanced between the glass and her face once she had it. She was a little bit odd, but then again, he was a press photographer in drag, so he didn't have room to comment.
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