thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-08-19 02:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, selina kyle |
Who: Selina
What: Oh, just a good ol' fashioned robbery, that's all
When: Late Thursday night
Where: Museum of Modern Art
Rating: Low
Status: Narrative
Of course she had seen the announcement in the Daily Bugle weeks ago. It was practically an invitation. In that sense, it seemed too easy. She had hit museums before, of course, countless times. Drop in from the ceiling, cut the glass, leap back out after subduing whatever sloth of a guard they had hired for the night - it was rote by now, really. Which was exactly why she decided to try it again.
He ribs had, as far as she could tell, been healing nicely. They were still sore, particularly when she woke up in the morning. The first day after her meeting with the nurse, she was able to walk without crying. The day after, she tried a few basic whip maneuvers. Those hurt enough to cause her vision to blur, and she packed them away for a few days. She stuck with bed rest and minor office movement, boring and lethargic as it was. She waited for three weeks after her appointment, to the point where she felt if she didn't go out some night, she would probably end up whipping an ink ribbon around the office. It was time to test her abilities, and the jewelry exhibit seemed a perfect field to do so.
The snowstorm had initially seemed like a major blow to the plan, but after a day at Sterling-Cooper with little to do but think, Selina decided that it was really an advantage. There were fewer people on the streets, and the already molasses-paced policemen would be even slower to arrive at the scene should something go wrong. Really the only issue she could foresee would be a slick roof, but she had certainly dealt with that before. She was no stranger to a rainy night.
So for the first time in what felt like years, she pulled her mask over her head, and wrapped her bullwhip around her waist. She couldn't help but take a quick glance in the mirror. She had lost some weight - the suit was bunching up oddly around her chest - but she was perfectly aware of what a great image she made, sleek and seductive. With a fond nuzzle to Isis, she began hopping the endless rooftops towards the museum.
She arrived panting. Her ribs, though they hadn't been giving her trouble in her daily life, were now aching with the exercise. She stayed on a nearby rooftop for several minutes to catch her breath and case the area one last time. It was far from any adjacent rooftops - she would have to climb, which was not an ideal situation for the weather. Oh, well. The night wasn't getting any darker.
Scaling the wall was easier than she anticipated, helped by a concrete facade which was easily broken with her tools. With a quick "scritch" of her nails, a perfect circle of glass from the ceiling gave way. She placed it carefully beside her, and leapt almost lazily down to the floor below. There were a few security guards, she knew, but at least two of them were amongst the Picassos, and she didn't hear any sign of the others.
The exhibit was certainly breathtaking, she admitted. There were pieces from as early as the court of Louis XVI - most of them were too unique to bother taking. She lusted over a ruby that once belonged to Marie Joséphine of Savoy, and considered for a long while taking a pearl necklace from the Romanov court. She eventually settled on a few more subdued pieces from the Victorian court - a pair of emerald earrings, an opal encrusted hand mirror, and a particularly beautiful bracelet of pink diamonds. They were tucked safely away, and with a few painful twists, she had leapt back up towards the ceiling.
She decided to take it rather easy on the way home. Though she had been successful (although she saw a few flashlights begin to wave around the exhibit a few minutes after she left - not good), she had also felt more pain in her chest than she would've liked.
"Still," she whispered to herself as she studied one of the emeralds with glee, "It is so very much worth the trouble,"