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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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 Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 9:52 am
◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ Iceberg Lounge
Gotham City
◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ The Iceberg Lounge is the luxury and very exclusive business run by Oswald Cobblepot. The once infamous Penguin.
The Lounge is an exclusive night club, restaurant, casino, and just about whatever else money can buy. Nearly all patrons are upper class and wealthy, and those not looking the part stand out like a sore thumb within the building. Male employees wear tuxedos, while female employees wear more revealing black and white uniforms. All looking the part of "penguins" in an arctic and ice inspired Lounge. ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙ ¤ ◙
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Posted: Fri May 24, 2013 5:44 pm
”I'm tellin' ya! Something's different... the BAD different!” the man said in a partial panic. The man was scruffy; dirty clothes, stubbled chin that hadn't been shaved in days, shoes that were stained with mud and oil... a very noticeable contrast from his current environment.
Wealthy couples sitting in comfortable booths wearing expensive dinner clothes, sitting in front of custom made glass tables. Black marble walls mixed with black metal doors and clear glass architecture made to look like ice. White marble floors with blue velvet carpet extending from the large doors of the front entrance. Women waiting tables wearing black leather corsets and dark stockings tucked into black high heels.
And then of course, there was the man wearing the expensive tuxedo standing behind the black marble desk with a reservation tablet in front of him. He was staring at the scruffy man, his pencil thin mustache curled around his lips in a small sneer. ”I'm sorry sir...” he began slowly. ”But if you have a problem, you need to take it up with the police.”
”I'm telling ya, something's off!” the man insisted. ”I gotta go in and talk to the bo-”
”Sir!” the other man said quickly. ”This is a restaurant. Let me show you to the police station and you can take it up with them.” he began, then moved out from around the side of the podium.
”But-”
Before the man could protest farther, the waiter grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the door. ”Not the front entrance, you IDIOT!” the waiter hissed under his breath. ”Damn it Bill, you know better than this! Do you want us both to get hanged for causing a scene in front of the boss's guests?” Then he shoved him out the front doors. ”You know where to go. Especially if you're in such a damn hurry...” the waiter said, then nearly slammed the doors shut after him to return to his post.
The scruffy man stared for a second or two longer, then turned and stared at the Gotham skyline to the right of him. He could see the buildings clear to when they ended in a straight line against the harbor. And... between two of the buildings against the docks, he seen the statue. Lady Liberty peeking through the buildings just as plane as any of the other buildings around him.
And a little further away from her... he spotted a few buildings peeking above the Gotham decay. Clean, shiny, expensive towers... ones he had never seen before. And ones he was SURE were never there before.
Quickly, Bill shook his head and bolted around the corner to make his way around to the “special” loading dock entrance. He needed to let the Penguin know about this.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 2:51 pm
As the man moved around the side of the building, he bumped into someone else; a strikingly beautiful, if slightly disheveled woman dressed in causal clothes. Her long red hair spilled down her shoulders and was naturally curled in such a way that was undeniably eye-catching, and the t-shirt she wore was somewhat strained by her sizable bust. She reeled back a bit from the brief collision, and shook her head, moving her hair from her eyes.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, sir!" the woman said, a thick Irish accent audible from her person. "I'm sorry, I jus' don' have any idea where I am at th' moment... Could ya help me, please?" she asked, and her blue eyes sparkled a bit with emotion, as Abigail O'Connor was, honestly, lost. The last thing she remembered was... Being a thirteen year old kid, and in another part of Gotham City. And now she was somewhere else. As an adult, which freaked her out more than anything else.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:20 pm
The man reeled back as he ran straight into the beautiful young red-head. On any normal day he would have stood there and took the time to stare at her. Taking a good look at the curves of her form, and then depending on his mood at the time... genuinely offer to help her out, or start hitting on her outright. Today, unfortunately, was not one of those days. Recovering from the bump, the man shook his head and regained his hurried pace around the side of the building. “Sorry, in a hurry.” he replied as he continued towards the back of the building as quickly as he could. He would have loved to stand there and talk to the girl. Right now he'd love to gain some brownie points with his boss though. Or just... find out what the heck was going on with the new city skyline. Standing on the front steps of the entrance to the Lounge was another man. This man dressed from head to toe in a fancy black and white tuxedo, and politely holding the door open for an older couple as they walked inside the Lounge. He was facing the young red-head, and had seen the entire little scene. His eyes were fixed on Abby long after the other man had bolted and left her behind. Partly for the fact that the girl was rather striking. And partly because... well everyone knew what the Iceberg Lounge was and where it was located. There was enough advertisement and bright lights that anyone in Gotham or the higher reigns of society anywhere else should know all about the Lounge. This girl was standing right next to it and she really had no idea where she was?
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 2:45 pm
Rather disheartened as the man moved away, Abby looked around again for someone that might be able to help her. The only person in the vicinity was a short, portly-looking man who nonetheless was rather well-dressed, and in Abby's opinion evoked the sort of classiness that she had learned that members of the upper class of the early 20th Century had. Cautiously, and feeling as though she were in a place where she wasn't entirely welcome (for reasons opposite of her first appearance in Gotham that she remembered), she moved over to the man.
"Erm... Pardon me, sir. Can ya tell me where I am? I-I haven' been in Gotham fer very long, sir, an' I still don' know much about th' city..." she said, her voice timid and her eyes not meeting his.
So... This is th' Reboot? An' I can still talk t' th' writers?
H'yup~ I also turned you into an adult here for the change of pace. You're usually a kid, after all.
I see... Guess it was too much t' ask fer a warnin'...
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 3:00 pm
The Penguin gently closed the door and fully turned towards the young woman as she approached him. His eyes moved over her form momentarily before she spoke to him. More evaluative than anything. She appeared to be more of a tourist or local civilian than an upperclass woman, hero, or villain. That put him somewhat at ease. She also had the physical qualities to give her a spot of employment at the Lounge. "Why, you are at the Iceberg Lounge." he replied, his tone friendly. "You are in the, what most would describe as the "ritzy" part of town. High-end business stores and expensive restaurants. What part of town exactly are you searching for?" he asked. He doubted the woman could afford much of anything around this part of town by the way she was dressed.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 3:19 pm
Abby scratched her head slightly. "Well, ah... I'm not really lookin' fer a specific part'a town, sir. I was jus' walkin' around, mindin' my own business, an' next thing I know I've found m'self here." Abby said, leaving out the reason she found herself in this area of town was because of a weird flash of light.
Cos I'm smart enough t' figure he doesn' have a clue yet... Best t' not drop a bombshell an' get hauled off t'... What was it? Urkham?
Arkham.
Yeah that. Bad juju... Hey Miss Rosie, what's gonna happen next?
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 10:26 am
The penguin arched a brow at the young woman. "I see." he replied. Well then, if she wasn't looking for any place to get back to, then there wasn't much he could do to help her. He could help her get back to her hotel or wherever she was staying. But, if she wasn't trying to get back there... surely she hadn't just walked from her home city to here. That's virtually impossible. And he hadn't been informed of the new buildings around. Those couldn't be seen from the bottom floor of the Lounge.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 10:33 am
Not getting a response from Cobblepot's writer, Abby focused on the Penguin himself, offering a small shrug and a sheepish, but still very pretty smile.
"Erm... Well... D'ya own this place, sir? If ya don' mind me sayin' so, ya look like a man o' authority here..." she said, still not quite meeting his gaze due to how nervous she felt, and she began to wonder if her brother Aiden-- Or any of her siblings-- Was in the Rebooted roleplay now.
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 10:47 am
Penguin smiled a bit at the compliment. "Why yes. As a matter of fact I do. I am Oswald Cobblepot. Owner of the finest restaurant and lounge in all of Gotham."Alright, what's going to happen next? Well do you want the nice answer or the freak-out-and-run answer?Well don't completely scare her away from the role play or anything....Oh shut it cat. Of all people to run into with an adult body and a completely backwards personality, she picked Cobblepot. You've seen what he did in Brightest Day Birds of Prey, right?... yeah. Dirty, dirty day dreams. Bleh. Did not need to see Penguin tongue within the first three pages...
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:18 am
... Waitwat.
Calm down, it won't be that bad... Remember Misty, this was something we had already agreed upon, plot-wise. And hey there, CC. How're you?
Abby made a small smile, reaching a slender, beautiful hand out for Penguin to shake. Abigail O'Connor, Mister Cobblepot. It's a pleasure t' meet ya," she said, being polite like her mother had always taught her. "An' I'm real sorry t' impose, but at th' moment, I don' have anywhere t' go..."
She looked down at Cobblepot-- Which was still very odd for her, as she was used to being a mere five feet tall, and here she was five-foot-eleven-- with an anxious, pleading look on her lovely face. "I dunno where my brother is at th' moment, either... My brother Aiden was here in Gotham with me, but I'm not sure where he is..."
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 11:38 am
Meh, can't complain. Which is rare.
Oh no. It won't be that bad. Don't worry. Until of course he gets you all alone in one of his private rooms.... or gets a bad case of blood loss and passes out and you're forced to read over his lovely little out-of-it dreams
.... you are terrible at being "nice" to characters. You know that?
Never claimed I was. ^_^ .Cobblepot gave her a kind smile, then moved and opened the door to the Lounge again. If she was lost, had no place to stay, had little knowledge of Gotham, AND had this sort of figure.... he might as well try to make things work to his favor. "Well then..." he said as he held the door open for her. "You are fortunate that you found your way to the Lounge. I am nothing, if not hospitable. And, I just so happen to know a fellow who can easily find just about anyone in Gotham, provided they are not completely off the grid." he said, then motioned inside. "Come, feel free to rest and help yourself to the Lounge's refreshments and entertainment."
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 12:01 pm
... o.O
Well, I doubt you'll complain when I have some more beauties of mine show up...
Abby gave a gracious nod and another small, shy smile as she stepped inside, looking around at the Lounge. "Thank ya very much, sir, I greatly appreciate it. I wish there was a way I could pay ya back fer yer hospitality, but..." She briefly fished in the pockets of her jeans, pulling out a wallet with a conveniently-made driver's license, even though Abby didn't know how to drive--
Oh GREAT JOB, writer!
-- And a few twenty-dollar bills. Abby blinked, looking to the wallet with a frown. She didn't have a job...
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 4:45 pm
Cobblepot won't be complaining. ^^ ."Is something wrong?" Cobblepot asked, noting the frown that fell upon the young girl's face. She frowned only after pulling the money out of her wallet. Normally that was a decent amount to walk out and about with. Plenty for something to eat and cab fare all around the city. He seen no reason for the frown that had formed.
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Elmira of Elkwood Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:34 am
  ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☠≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎In an alleyway, a few streets down from the Iceberg lounge a loud fiery explosions can be heard, sending a fiery black figure hurtling forward into the ground. A demonic looking beast with an extended jaw line and large red eyes stares out from the other side of the fiery portal created from the explosion, a sinister smile plastered on its ugly mug. The figure on the floor hunches over, as small embers fall from his body, an ink black suit covers his body, ripped in several places with a lime green coloured ooze pouring from him. The demon in the portal takes a step back and seems to shrink in size, taking on the form of an overweight clown with blue face paint and the same demonic eyes it had in its true form, "Hey Captain Crisp! Come back anytime ya feel like you can go 'nother few rounds with the sexiest demon thats every graced your wife's bedroom, AHAHAHAHAH-" the clown taunts, laughing manically as the portal closes, silencing his voice. The inky black figure returns to his feet, brushing his hand over the last few embers that remained, extinguishing them. Green eyes narrow on the last location of the portal, emitting necroplasmic green smoke, his mask horribly ripped but the fight he had just had with the Violator. Slowly the wounds he had seem to seal themselves back up and his inky black suit consumed the horribly burned flesh that appeared over the wounds, making him appear as if he had never even gotten into the fight. This black figure was not of this realm, his name was Al Simmons, now known as the Hell Spawn, or just Spawn for short, a man sent to hell for his sins and came back a demonic figure of regret and fury. Turning his back to the alleyway, he made his way towards the nearest landmark that he could find, in an attempt to figure out where the Violator had left him. Walking up to the main doors of the Iceberg Lounge he was stopped by a large muscular man, the bouncer of this joint, "Sorry, no masks, no entry" he says in a stern voice, trying to give Spawn a warning. Scowling under his mask, Spawn sighs and stares at the bouncer, shaking his head he steps past him, only to have his arm grabbed by the man "Hey, I said no masks, no ent- woah!" he repeated himself only to be interrupted by Spawn's quick reflexes. This only resulted in further angering the Hell-Spawn, as the man's hand touched the black suit, Spawn turns and spins the man around, grabbing the bouncer by the shoulders and launching his knee into the man's sides. As the bouncer doubles over in pain, Spawn continues to walk into the Iceberg Lounge, scoping out whoever may be in charge around here, maybe he could not only gather information on the where he was but if he was right, this club probably had mob connections or had some sort of illegal activities going on. ≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎☠≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
(( OoC: Had to put Spawn somewhere and I sort of wanted him somewhere in Gotham so he might end up seeing Batman again or any of the other DC characters that he had been in a crossover with. ))
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