| narrative/thread: masquerade. |
[Nov. 1st, 2008|05:38 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | aaron wei, alfred pennyworth, bruce wayne, clark kent, diana of themyscira, kate kane, leslie thompkins, lois lane, sasha bordeaux, selina kyle, social, talia al ghul | ] |
As soon as darkness falls, cars line up to unload their passengers in front of the historic Wayne Manor. Large, white candles light the way up the stairway to the front door, where Alfred Pennyworth greets them, smiling warmly despite the axe through his head.
Inside Wayne Manor, guests in their finest attire with various masks fill the reception hall, where the walls are lined with buffet tables full of finger food and gourmet candies. Masks of all degrees were on display as the guests socialized over the finest alcohol. A string quartet played in the corner, the sound of their music resonating throughout the hall.
To no one's surprise (and Mr. Pennyworth's chagrin), the host of the festivities is late. However, when Bruce Wayne entered the party, everyone was made aware of his presence. He was in one of his best tuxedos and on his face, a golden mask with sun details. If anyone asked him what he was that evening, he'd grin and say Apollo. Throughout the night, he would disappear unnoticed to check on things elsewhere just to keep on top of the happenings of Gotham City.
Other distinguished guests include Kate Kane of the Gotham Kanes, LexCorp regional director Talia Ducard, and Princess Diana of Themyscira. A few journalists from Metropolis-based Daily Planet are in attendance, notably Clark Kent and his wife Lois.
The party goes on into the wee hours, as guests drink and schmooze until Alfred Pennyworth and Bruce Wayne's bodyguard Sasha Bordeaux lead them to the exit.
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| LOG: Batman & Catwoman. |
[Sep. 30th, 2008|01:33 am] |
summary. [September 29, 2008] Catwoman's waiting to make an unconventional move. Batman makes the long stakeout a little more bearable.
( My kind of interruption. ) |
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| narrative: jetsetting. |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|04:10 pm] |
Ramon Sanchez prided himself on many things he chose to do with his time.
Sometimes it involved hosting big, boastful martini parties with his best friends, wherein everyone would discuss how much wealthier they'd become thanks to the bank accounts they'd set up in foreign countries. Sometimes it involved doing lines alone in the suite he'd rented, with his mistress idly draped over the luxurious sofa, stiletto'd feet propped up as the television blared.
And sometimes, it involved buying pearl strands at fine jewelry stores for his wife back home. Everyone on the beach had overheard the loud, sirrupy tone he'd dripped through his phone. The business trip was going well, that was why he hadn't called her before now. Very busy, many deals being closed. He'd even bring her back a little something for being such a good girl, waiting for him. He'd see her soon, baby. Of course, the tone changed as soon as he hung up, turning to put an arm around his mistress, who'd just rolled over from giving her back and the backs of her legs a good baking. One gold tooth glinted in the sun as he assured the woman, who likely didn't care one way or another, that the wife wouldn't expect a thing. She thought he was in Florida. Probably didn't know where Florida even was.
Sanchez did not, however, pride himself on losing money -- whether it came in the form of hard cash, his secret bank accounts, or the pearl necklace he purchased for his wife the next day. It was polished up so nice and pretty, the pearls shone with green and pink sheens. Expensive, but not by relative terms. Not for his income.
( His angered roaring upon finding the pearls missing, box and all, from his dresser drawer was enough to shake everyone a few doors down and one story up out of their drunken stupor. ) |
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