Selina Kyle (selina_kyle) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-01-21 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra cain/batgirl, selina kyle/catwoman |
WHO: Catwoman, a couple idiot security guards; OPEN
WHAT: A robbery and a getaway.
WHEN: Late tonight.
WHERE:Tiffany & Co. on Rodeo Drive.
STATUS: Completed?
RATING: PG, for some violence.
She'd had Rodeo Drive in her sights since she had arrived in Los Angeles, but the Catwoman had wanted to build up to it. After hitting a few lesser known retailers and jewelry stores already in the surrounding area, she was ready sink her claws into something bigger, something that would have higher stakes involved; and Tiffany & Co. seemed to fit the bill nicely.
The proprietors, employees and shoppers had long since left, leaving only the bumbling security guards in their wake to keep watch over the store and all of the goodies within. The Catwoman had been perched on the roof, waiting and watching as the crowds began to thin. Once they had, she made her first move and entered the building from its rooftop entrance, beginning her descent to the floors below; she stuck to the shadows, keeping herself as well hidden as possible. She'd already spotted a couple guards making their scheduled rounds, checking locks on the doors, making sure everything was secure....
Obviously neither of them had been bright enough to check the door that led to the roof. If they had, they might've had an inkling that someone else might be wandering the establishment, unchecked. It was good for her, but possibly unhealthy for them—if they tried to interfere.
When she had reached the main floor, several rows of glass display cases came into view and caused the corners of the Feline Felon's mouth to quirk upward. So many pretty trinkets, so little time, but she'd do her best to snatch up as many as she could before the guards caught her or she accidentally tripped the silent alarm.
Moving forward (taking care to keep her footfalls as light and undetectable as possible), her claws popped out from the fingertips of her gloves and she began to get to work on the nearest display case.
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"Catwoman!" Someone exclaimed five minutes later, causing Selina to visibly flinch. Turning now, she spotted one of the two guards she'd recognized from earlier; it was the chubby, thick-fingered one. And he looked like he was in disbelief about what was happening and what he was seeing, evidently.
"Stop, or I-I'll shoot!" The chubby one stuttered, gun drawn and aimed shakily at her person.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me, she thought with a mental shake of her head. Shifting her stance, Selina lifted her hands a little, showing the man that she had no weapon—in her hands, at least. She did, however, have a twelve foot bull whip stashed away in her backpack.
All she had to do was pull it out, before the guard would have a chance to pull the trigger. That should be easy, judging by the fact he was sweating bullets. Something told her that this was the first time he had caught a burglar in the act.
He lowered his gun after a moment and began to approach her, thinking that she might actually come quietly. This one was even more moronic than she first thought, but oh well.
In the matter of seconds, Catwoman had unsheathed her whip and before the stunned guard could react, the gun was out of his hand and onto the tile floor with a simple crack of her whip. In a howl of pain and surprise, the man grabbed a hold of his own wrist, wincing hard. However, by the time this had happened, the other guard had showed up and was already making his way towards her.
Everyone wanted to play the hero, it seemed.
She wrapped her whip around her waist.
Selina leapt at him, claws out and she made a wipe for his face but missed it by mere fraction of an inch, as he had jumped back. Feeling a little ballsy, she moved forward again. In blinding succession, she struck him (claws still extended) in his hands, forearms and face, subsequently causing him to fall back onto the ground, covering his now bloody face with his equally blood-ridden hands; it looked worse than it really was, but was still painful (and distracting) nonetheless.
Using the man's shoulders for leverage, she braced her gloved hands on either of them and used her acrobatic prowess to launch herself over his head in a spectacular flip and handed gracefully on her feet, before she made her exodus up the stairs and back out onto the roof.
In the distance, she heard the sound of sirens approaching. But she'd be long gone before the boys in blue would arrive.