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 Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2012 7:14 pm
Gerard stood perfectly still and watched her face closeley. "I was simply stopping in to see how you were handling this little issue of your son missing." He blinked lightly. "I understand he's very advanced and a valued asset to the cause. He was in the midle of learning English when he managed to escape. I was curious if it was figured out how exactly he got out." Gerard had a hunch. He was good at tracking down vermin and figuring out how they got to where they are.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 12:27 am
She arched a fine manicured brow at the man in front of her her gaze narrowing on him for a moment at the mention of the escape of her son. "Yes, he has. I am actually working on leaving the shelter of this lab to hunt him down and return him back here. I did not offer him up so he could escape and lead a life elsewhere." She said simply as she crossed her arms infront of her chest. "If Hitler's best men allowed the brat to escape I will personally see to their execution." She added annoyed that someone had goofed up and now Damien was loose in the world.
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Barbara Gordon_Batgirl Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:42 pm
After some navigation through Gotham traffic, the limo driver nervously drove Waylon to the private back entrance to The Purple Princess, a Cathouse under the ownership of Helena Bertinelli, an Italian-American Aristocrat. To the Underworld however, she was The Huntress, and Gotham was her jungle, she was the only female crime lord in the city, and throughout her years, she's proven she can be just as efficient and dangerous as the men.
Waylon took the private elevator up to his boss' office, he knocked on her door "Boss, its me, we've got problems."Helena Bertinelli was seen lounging in an lavish velvet sofa, watching her club through a two way mirror. The business men, soldiers, and no doubt husbands, throwing themselves at her girls as they sang on stage or mingled with potential customers. A wine glass was lazily held in her hand as her trusted enforcer entered her office "the world is full of problems, Mr. Jones. The trick is to deal with the ones you can deal with." She looked a sip from her glass and crossed her legs, her attention still focused on the world outside of the mirror.Waylon closed and locked the door so they could speak in privacy "its that damned Cowboy, he jumped us at the warehouse. He shot up the trucks and the crew. We had him out numbered, but he must've called the cops before he jumped us. I had to get off before it got too hot." He knew his Boss hated bad news, and hated failure even more, but she was also a practical women, she would rather lose a shipment of booze to a fire than a loyal crew to prison.Helena visibly tensed, it was foolish and arrogant to believe every shipment or transaction would go perfectly without a problem, but it still annoyed her. "When this Cowboy surfaced several weeks ago, you said so yourself, that he wasn't an issue." Her finely manicured nail drummed lightly on her glass.Waylon nodded his scaled head, he took the armchair across from the sofa that Helena was laying on "I did, but that was back when he was just some street punk, picking bar fights with our recruits. He had a US Army Issue Grenade and Police Revolvers. He came ready for war." He looked up when the phone next to Helena's sofa rang.Helena set her glass down and picked up her phone "yes? Good. Move what you can and leave the dead. Make sure you aren't followed." She hung up the phone and looked over to her Enforcer "that was Officer Coleman, five of the eight trucks were shot and most of our recruits are dead. He will have his men move the three remaining trucks to a secure location, and he'll pass along some information to get the rest of the Police looking for our 'Cowboy'." She took her glass and took another sip "if our Vigilante friend wants to be a hero, we'll get him some police recognition."
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 9:58 pm
After placing a few calls to the right people in the GCPD, Helena was signaled by her doorman that she had another visitor, an old friend. "Send them in, I wasn't expecting any personal visitors today." She looked out her mirror, looking to see if she could spot her visitor before they arrived.
Waylon stood by Helena, looking over the ground floor, but looked at the door "its your private elevator boss." He double checked the sawed down shotgun under his jacket, just in case the visitor was a looking for trouble.
Helena leaned back in her sofa "well don't just stand there Waylon, let them in." She brought out a second glass and filled it with the red wine. It was always a polite gesture to offer a guest a drink.
Crossing the room, Waylon unlocked the door to the private entrance, only Helena's privileged guests and business partners knew about it, and few were good respected enough to drop in unannounced.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 11:02 pm
As the door to the private entrance opened so stood Doctor Pamela Isley clad in a hooded trenchcoat and shades. Her heels gently clicked against the floor as she let herself into the private.
She opened her mouth, knowing her tale-tale voice would clear all of Helena's suspicion. "Darling, you must let me know when you're cross with me. With a welcome like this almost went on my way." She teased her friend, removing her shades, and gently moving down the hood from her head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 11:15 pm
Helena smiled and stood up from her sofa, recognizing the thick and sultry German accent of her long time friend and business partner "Dr. Isley, it's been far too long, my friend." She walked over and hugged the scientist, kissing her cheeks "if I had known you were coming I would've prepared a more pleasant welcome." She motioned for Waylon to take the woman's coat "how have you been?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:11 am
"Fine," She stood for Waylon to take her coat. "How about you dear?" She smirked and looked at Waylon. "Have you missed me Crocodile? How old are you this year? Nineteen?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:34 am
Waylon took the woman's coat, folding it over his arm "surprisingly, no, and you're off by a few years." He went to take Isley's coat to hang it up while the two women caught up. Usually he had no opinion for Helena's partners and friends, but the Nazi Scientist held a special irksome place in his heart, the women's teasing annoyed him to no end.
Helena lead the scientist to her lounge and offered her a drink "oh, I've hit my highs and lows." She offered the woman a seat while she herself resumed her lounging position on the sofa, she had met the scientist a few months before war was declared in Europe. She held no allegiance to American since she herself was an Italian Immigrant. "What brings you to my humble abode? Business or Pleasure?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:51 am
She chuckled, spinning on her heels to steal a quick kiss off of Waylon's cheek. "Maybe next time, darling." She falsely comforted him for not missing her.
She took her seat clad in a simple pencil skirt and thin flowly, long-sleeved blouse. She sat and crossed her legs. "With you, it's always pleasure, but I'll be here for a while and thought I'd let you know. You being the only associate I can trust I felt it be rude if I didn't at least come by and tell you."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 1:08 am
Helena nodded to her friend "of course. You are more than welcome to stay in the guest room if you wish." She sipped her glass of wine "I will also be more than happy to lend you aid for your 'activities' in the meantime if you desire. How is your work coming along, any interesting effects worth noting for our 'friends' across the pond?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 1:44 am
"My darling, you are too kind! I am already well taken care of. In fact I was settled before I came to see you. " She flipped her hair looking at Croc, returning ther gaze to Helena.
"Very interesting. I've discovered a form of flesh eating bacteria when I studying the toxic properties of the saliva of the venus fly trap. Same old routine business... so far. No where near as exciting as your life, no doubt?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 2:02 am
Helena watched as Waylon returned, offering Pamela a glass of wine, a cup of tea, and a small plate of cookies on a platter which he set down on the small table between the two women. "How fascinating, I heard rumors that a platoon's deployment was delayed because the soldiers were stricken with a foreign illness, I had a feeling you were behind that." Helena lazily waved her hand at the notion that her line of business was more exciting "Mr. Jones has most of the excitement in that department, shoot outs with the underbelly members of Gotham, executing dangerous individuals. I most stay here, overseeing reports, collect payment from women applying their trade, and getting happily drunk on expensive wine and my own brewed booze."
Waylon gave a small smile at how his boss painted his work for her "I think you've been watching those films boss. My line of work isn't that glamorous." He stood behind Helena's sofa, watching over the two women as they spoke, his attention divided between the two women, and the activities in the main lobby of the Cathouse through the mirror.
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:03 pm
A guilty look went over Pamela's face. "Oh, that." She looked among her choice of cookies, far more interested in them. "That's hardly new and exciting darling." She picked one and took a small bite of it, sipping some tea. "Thanks, Crocodile." Despite his adorably smart mouth, he was still a good servant, well he was good at serving.
She chuckled. "I'd love to know what I'd accidently create or discover if I worked inibriated." She pondered.
She turned to look at Croc. "Nonsense Waylon. You shoot the scum and get the girls. What else could a man want?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 12:27 pm
Waylon folded his arms, a clawed finger rapping on his sleeve "lately its been more like being shot at by scum and working with scared little girls." He put a clawed hand on the back rest of the sofa "besides, I only need one woman in my life."
Helena reached up and patted the man's scaled hand "such a flatterer. But really, Mr. Jones, lets not burden the good doctor with our issues." She smiled at the woman "it is a very interesting experience, I've brokered million dollar deals and killed ten men while drunk once before. I'd pay to see what that beautifully twisted mind of your's could create." Helena reached out and took a nibble of a cookie "where are you staying? I'd love the chance to visit you for once."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2012 3:16 pm
The red head simply smiled and shook her head at Croc's brazen words. She arched an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you proposing to me Waylon?"
She took another cookie. She'd have to ask Helena where she got them from. She almost choked on a mouthful of snack and beverage at Helena's admission. "I might be crazy but I'm not foolish. I don't drink enough to have confidence in my actions when under the influence. I heard tale of a scientist who lucked his way into a flesh eating bacteria while under the influence of Opium."
She thought for a moment trying to remember the name of the hotel. "Gotham Park Towers? Have you heard of it? I heard it's supposed to be the best in Gotham but knowing my superior's they'd just throw me in some shack and leave me to my impending death."
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