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 Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:50 pm
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The Finer Things in Gotham
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The Plot
At the top of Gotham City's hierarchy are those with the largest pockets. Living in the lap of luxury, these men, and occasionally women, enjoy attending balls, throwing parties, and getting together to celebrate the success of their fellow Gothamites.
Tonight seems to be no different.
Dr. Jonathan Crane is hosting such a party in his penthouse overlooking the Wayne Botanical Garden. The view itself is incredible, revealing one of Gotham City's prized jewels. The strip itself is notable for its remarkable decrease in crime over the last several years, making it prime locations for those with more valuables than others. Of course, unknown to the public eye, the lack of misconduct in the area is directly tied to mob bosses residing there. Such crime lords include Oswald Cobblepot, Roman Sionis, and Jonathan Crane himself. Over the past eighteen months, Dr. Crane has took a step into the right direction financially. Cutting it close with the city's vigilante on several occasions, he decided to use his own personal ingeniousness and educated background to grasp a hold of Gotham's riches through just measures, instead of focusing on devious plots to gain wealth. Crane was surprisingly successful, going from one of Arkham Asylum's most successful doctors to obtaining a reputation as one of Gotham's finest. Although he didn't rank in the top ten, like Cobblepot and Wayne, he used his money efficiently enough to paint an image for himself, in the attempt to separate Jonathan Crane from Scarecrow.
The guest list includes several Gotham politicians, high ranking GCPD officers, members of Gotham's Higher Society, several regulars at the Iceberg Lounge, including its very own Oswald Cobblepot, and even the richest man in Gotham, Bruce Wayne. Among those attending the party were a plethora of scantily clad women, obviously there for the interests of men.
Additional Information
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:50 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JONATHAN CRANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was eleven o'clock. The stars were dancing in the void of space, some playfully peeking through the scarce billows of clouds that remained in the sky, well into the night. The moon starred down at Gotham, its face completely revealed, glowing bright like a watchful eye of God. Sirens hardly came within four blocks of the penthouse, protected by paid off thugs and criminals too afraid to break a law anywhere near the mob bosses and head honchos that drove the underbellies of Gotham. Especially ones who installed true fear in the hearts of any and all of Gotham's citizens.
Twirling his wine, the party's host peered down into the streets of Gotham through his thin rimmed glasses. His eyes were practically hidden from the reflection of the moon on his spectacles. The doors to his balcony were wide open, but he stood alone, in an eerie silence. The man's mind tip toed through a rush of endless thoughts, taking him far away from the party, deep into the true reality that was Gotham. The side of this city that his guests turned a blind eye to. The dark plague of greed, hunger, and malicious intent, forcing men to climb over the dead bodies of other human beings, viewing them as only another obstacle blocking them from their purpose. Blocking them from what they deserved. Power. Limitless power.
"Ahh, there you are Mr. Crane!"
A friendly voice from within the penthouse called out to the balcony. The words held a fabricated tone. Almost sarcastic. They belonged to Mayor Sebastian Hady, who easily made his way near the top of the list for Gotham's most corrupted politicians in history. Hady supplied himself with more "dirty money" than his actual paycheck provided.
"Doctor," Jonathan Crane replied under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Hady called out to his host, leaning further into the balcony. His brows raised, as a bewildered smirk hung on his face.
Turning to the Mayor, Crane greeted him with a convincing smile. "That's Dr. Crane. The phD stands for something, Mr. Mayor. Wouldn't you agree?" Before Hady could reply, Crane caught him off with a soft chuckle, "Oh, I'm just playing with you. Like a cat does a mouse. Now, how can I help you?"
Adjusting his coat jacket, the Mayor straightened his posture as he joined Jonathan Crane underneath the night sky, "Well, Doctor, this is your night. And many of the guest are wondering where you ran off to. Including several gorgeous foxes, such as the Brenton twins. I hear they're easily down for a good, solid threesome... If, of course, you can pull your head out of your a** and back into this party that you threw."
Annoyed, but compliant, Crane replied with a quick nod of the head, "Ah, yes. I suppose you're right. I'll join you."
As Jonathan Crane made his way towards the doorway, the Mayor placed a hand onto the chest of the party's host. Hady's eyes pointed down, looking at Crane's shoulder. His words were soft, quietly escaping his mouth in an attempt to keep what he had to say private, "Listen... you have to tell your boss that I have no problem paying him under the table or letting his cases slide through the courts, but I can't save his f**king a** anymore if he keeps leaving politicians around with their mind's completely f**ked up. Whatever it is that he's using, he has gained the attention of the DA's office. Not to mention... the Batman. Just, tell him to choose the victims of his wicked deeds more wisely. I'm sure a man of your educational background can understand that, don't you, Doctor? Just tell the Scarecrow, to watch what he does in my city, or else I'll put him down like the rabid dog he is acting like."
Lovely. Jonathan's eyes occasional darted around as he looked at the scenery ahead of him. His thoughts filled with far more "wicked deeds" than the Mayor had implied. Shifting his jaw muscles about in an attempt to conceal his true desire to pummel Sebastian Hady where he stood, Crane answered unamused.
"As you wish, Mayor."
"Splendid! Now, shall we return?" Mayor Hady's emotion quickly changed from dark and serious to the fake, bright mask that he wore for politics. Crane's mouth slightly puckered as he closed his eyes and nodded, expressing a mood of content. The two men returned indoors, quickly being swept up by a flurry of music, conversations, laughter, an aroma of alcohol and expensive perfumes, scurrying half-dressed waitresses, and moving warm bodies in the highest quality apparel that money could buy.
"Now this, Dr. Crane, this is what we consider the finer things in Gotham."
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Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 8:09 am
<^><^><^>Dr. Pamela Isley<^><^><^>  With a long drawn out sigh, the voluptuous occupant of the fire apple Red, 1950’s Coupe Deville, inched forward in her seat, slender arms folded neatly against her ample chest, tilting her head to the side some, she peered out silently from the window at the busy city that passed by her, flashing its sleazy neon lights in colorful spurts, glinting off her vibrant copper red hair. In front of them, the destination, marked by show stopping floodlights that directed the wealth of Gotham towards the entry like moths to the flame, swayed across the night sky, allowing her to watch for the gradual change that took the city, from rotten to clean, by only a few blocks. ”—We’re almost there Dr Isley,” the driver, a man whose name she hadn’t bothered remembering, but recalled it being something basic and three lettered, like ‘Tom’ or ‘Jim’ uttered from the front seat. ”—Wonderful, thank you…” she cooed, at least keeping to her manners as best as she could. For the evening she had taken great care in keeping from donning her typical attire, from allowing her hair to go tangled with leaves and vines, to keep from wearing that which she loved so near and dear to her heart from hugging her slender waist and hips. Tonight she was not the notorious Poison Ivy, instead tonight she masqueraded in slight, albeit perhaps mild disguise, as the famous Dr. Pamela Isley, donning nothing more sinister then a black clamshell purse, and an Emerald green strapless fishtail dress, which paired exquisitely with her copper tresses, worn loose and cascading in full ringlets like a 1950’s movie bombshell. As always, she was a total knockout, lovely and commanding, with her intellect backing her even more, the type of woman men wanted but couldn’t have, and the type of woman other women, longed to be. She hadn't been born into wealth, she had been awarded her funds through dedication, and hard work, had even begun to build a name for herself as one of the top leading researchers in the field of Botany. Before long the large building slipped into view, half of the building cropped from sight against the Cars sleek window framing, and when it finally pulled up to the curb, the door opened by the eagerly awaiting valet, she slid out gracefully, her movements smooth and fluid appearing as if she was floating.
Through the open doors she moved, hurriedly passing the Paparazzi to avoid the irritating flashes, politely casting a smile once or twice in their direction to avoid bad press, even though to her alias, it was certainly nothing new. She had business on the agenda, had even worked her ‘talents’ in securing herself a spot on the ‘list’ to bump elbows with the elite of Gotham, both the good and the corrupt, they almost always had something she needed. Taking the elevator with a couple that had already appeared to have started the party before arriving at the actual event, she kept to her secluded corner while they shamelessly kissed in front of her, issuing a few drunken giggles, the male sending her a wink, for which she just shrugged it off, eagerly pushing past them when the doors finally slid open to the Lobby before the large Ballroom where the party was being held. A well aged male stood off to the side guarded by enough hired muscle to make the ‘Weather Girls’ feel overwhelmed, ”—Name please?” he uttered snottily in her direction, as if he had already seen a few too many people trying to sneak their way inside the grand event, ”—Dr. Pamela Isley,” she gushed confidently, as he quietly nodded and crossed off her name, ”—Enjoy yourself,” finally smiling as the velvet ropes were unhooked, allowing her entry into ‘Shangri La’. At her back she could hear the protests of the couple, the stationary wall had begun to move with life, seems they hadn’t made the list, ’Dumb bastards’ she thought to herself, cracking a small delicate rosy lipped smile, at her own personal conquest for gaining entry into the place. First place took her straight to the Bar, she hadn’t needed the liquid courage, so to speak, but it kept her from being bait for certain predators of the opposite sex, wanting to ‘get her a drink’ at least then she could use the excuse of ‘already having one’ and get to the business at hand…[[PS I'll bring in Cobblepot shortly :} ]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 21, 2013 7:41 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JONATHAN CRANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Mingling was inevitable. Sure, he was the one who thought of this shindig, planned it from start to finish, and made sure each detail was carried out. Even the guest list. But Jonathan Crane could not avoid the fact the deep down inside, he despised most of these people. They were the true crooks of Gotham.
After returning indoors with Mayor Sebastian Hady, the two had parted ways. The Mayor returned to his political "clique", which included all the fat cats of Gotham City except for the new DA, Harvey Dent. Dr. Crane was immediately called over by a shareholder of some of Gotham's largest banks, George Morrison. Accompanying Morrison was two lovely females and his business partner, Jake Eisler. They discussed pointless matters about the stock market and even mentioned the success of Wayne Enterprises of that last several months. Morrison questioned Dr. Crane on the success of his medical firm, which Jonathan answered halfheartedly with a handful of words. The event had grown dole thus far as the host waited for a few of his special guests to arrive. It may have been 11:00pm but the party itself was still young.
Moments before venturing off into his own realm of thoughts as his surrounding guests spoke of their favorite vacation homes, a new face to the party caught his eye. A beautiful rose topped with a lush red hue and wrapped in a dazzling display of green. Her figure was not the absolute sharpest at the event, but it landed perfectly on the taste buds of the Doctor's interests. Jonathan recognized her as Dr. Pamela Isley, one of Gotham's renowned botanists. And with a worthy title as "doctor", Crane could not resist the biological pull that woman had on this man.
"Excuse me."
Taking a fresh glass of champagne from out of the hand of one of Morrison's female companions (that she had taken from a waiter no more than five seconds prior), Jonathan headed toward the entrance where Pamela Isley was stationed as she attempted to blend in with the others. He narrowed in on her, picking up another fresh glass as he passed a different waiter.
"Pleasant to know you accepted my invitation, Dr. Isley. I was half-expecting you not to show, with all these politicians and law enforcement, it's often difficult for one of natural science to find their place among those centered around man and it's creations of society."
Jonathan Crane gave a comforting smile, presenting his guest with the coldest glass of champagne, hoping that his joking statement and fresh beverage would cool her nerves for the time being. Although Pamela was not one of his desired guests on the list, she was definitely the most desirable of them all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 5:32 am
The room was filled with every manner of rich ‘parasite’ hoping to get a leg up in the game over their ‘friends’; the one time out of the year (at least until the next party) where people could stop their scheming and pretend to actually care about one another, it seemed trivial, perhaps at times sick, but it certainly made her chuckle, at least on the inside. For the time, Pamela hoped to some degree she would appear very much like a wallflower, doing what she needed to do, and be done with it, seen only to those whom she wanted to be seen by, naturally green was probably not the best choice of color, but damn if she didn’t look good wearing it. Unlike most of the other women within this social gathering, Ivy’s ‘mystique’ was natural, minimal makeup was used to accentuate her lovely features, while a warm red matched her full lips. The woman’s eyes were mesmerizing, large and haunting, a vibrant green like the gardens of Babylon reflected and shaded with heavy lids and thick black lashes, like a modern day depiction of a fiery haired Jane Russell. However the true pinnacle of her beauty was not in her face, or figure, but for her brilliant mind…for which many of the women present seemed to lack. About to start making her rounds, she was greeted by none other then the host himself, one of the few within whose company she did enjoy, unaware of his secondary lifestyle not that the Flora would have minded. With his arrival her smile grew, green eyes softening, ”—Had the invitation come from another person Doctor, I may have declined, but my evening was free…” she joked, in truth having cleared her agenda for the event. When he presented the Champagne flute she graciously took it, having recently finished her own ‘excuse’ and lost the glass on a passing service tray. Glancing over his shoulder towards the Mayor, she chimed, eyes flickering back towards Crane, ”—So, Hady try and hustle you off to the women around here yet?” she wasn’t one usually for such idle gossip, but the mayor had seemed to be the type that did so, the type that didn’t like to air out his dirty laundry while in office, but still kept it. Still she would alter her question, "--Seriously though, how are you holding up?" questioning it, such parties didn’t really seem like his ‘thing’ just as they weren’t naturally her own. Ivy had always felt more comfortable in front of a chemistry set, dressed in a lab coat playing made scientist, not socializing at glamorous parties, still she supposed…there was always a first time for everything.
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2013 2:02 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JONATHAN CRANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
A sudden burst of laughter erupted from a group of lawyers and sleazy women not far from the two doctors. The group was probably laughing over some simpleminded story of one of the lawyer's favorite cases where he did something 'bold' or 'rash', which the dim witted vixens then reacted with predictable laughter, although they were clueless that what the lawyer really mean't.
Jonathan Crane could not help but to continuously take note of Pamela Isley's captivating appearance, especially as it stood out against her surroundings. The penthouse decor held several hues of brown and an eggshell white radiating from the countless chandeliers dotting the doomed ceiling. Being that it was on the market as one of Gotham's high end penthouses, the structure was similar to a slightly miniature mansion, fully equipped with glorious hallways and several magnificent bedrooms. The master bedroom itself was the jewel of the penthouse, taking the breath away from anyone who was seeing it for the first time, and maybe even the second time. But beside being within the environment of a luxurious lifestyle, Dr. Isley was a beacon of true beauty, shining brighter than any of the finest cut diamonds found on the most expensive jewelry within Dr. Crane party.
Taken away by the mention of Hady, whom Crane had grown to despise ever since the man stuck his fat nose into the public eye of Gotham politics and shoved his even fatter a** into a seat among criminals, the host was able to actually answer his favored guest, rather than idolize her brains, bronze, and beauty.
"Oh, me? I'm holding up just fine. Sure, there are a few extra people compared to my previous gig, but it's hard to shake to glitter off the deeper you dive into this end of Gotham. Nevertheless, you'll get an earful about me from anyone you run into tonight, so why don't we speak more about you. How is your research coming along? I haven't seen Dr. Woodrue arrive yet, do you know if he'll be attending tonight? The fireworks are less than an hour away."
Placing his champagne flute on a waitress's tray and then shoeing her off with his hand, Crane used his index finger and thumb to wipe his mouth, tugging slightly on his lower lip at the end. Taking a quick glance over Pamela's shoulder, he checked his appearance. Handsome, of course.
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2013 11:04 am
The laughter that sounded slightly a ways away, startled her some, and she drew her attention momentarily over in their general direction fishing a slightly annoyed look, before turning her attentions fully back towards the host, Jonathan. ”—Wonderfully!” she boast, perhaps becoming a little more excitable then need be, ”—While Woodrue has his own studies, I’ve successfully bonded plant genomes to several animal hosts, blending the genetics successfully, without failure.” she stated rather boldly, content in knowing she could use ‘big’ words without having to dumb it down, in any form…knowing full well the man across from her could easily keep up. ”--My studies have shown that with my current chemical compound, it’s aided in reconstruction of the Epidermis, upper respiratory system, with some interesting recovery in symptoms involving neurosis, all of it is promising…revolutionary even…” she sighed after a moment, appearing to be slightly disheartened, ”—However, I tried to get the approval signed off by Hady…I still haven’t heard back from him…though I’m assured I’m going to get some reply in the form of ‘Its too risky’ or ‘Gotham city shouldn’t be wasting its money on the science programs, especially the field of Botany,’ “ Pamela uttered, deepening her voice to do her best impression of Hady, and almost getting it spot on. ”--I know the funding is expensive, but its needed, this could be pivotal…a new step in the evolutionary cycle…” when she noticed she was just yammering on relentlessly, she blushed, and shook her head, taking a heady gulp from the Champagne to calm herself. ”—I’m sorry…I could talk about my research for ages,” and standing there talking to him, Doctor Crane was even more of a dream in itself. Let the other women take eligible bachelor Bruce Wayne, she had always secretly had her eye on the Doctor, found his own work…though she knew little about it, fascinating. He was highly intelligent, handsome, hell THAT was a topic she could go on for hours…in fact ultimately she had accepted the invitation because it had come from him. But silently she would keep this fascination, to herself, lest she wind up like the rest of the women flocking from here to there, like prize bar flies. When he mentioned she’d get an ‘earful’ about his guests, she couldn’t help but smile, another of her rare genuine smiles, reserved for only a few people. ”—As for Woodrue?” she laughed and shook her head, ”—I’d be surprised if he dropped by, he has more in common with his test tubes and beakers then he does with the rest of the human race,” which was how Pamela felt most of the time as well, thankful she had a roommate who knew a thing or two about getting gussied up and fancy for going out, ”—But there is always a first time for everything I suppose,” she chimed. He had sent her out among the natives, to bump elbows, and research funding, so far Hady's office was a no go, but perhaps one of the others had potential, they were in the human test stage, so close, so close to a new Floronic age.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 5:17 am
 The evening was spectacular of sorts, one all seemed to clear their calendars early on, any prior plans that might have been made, would have been canceled, anyone who was worth anything in the matter of money would be here, through bribery or purpose. The Penguin himself had been one of those invited, after all he and the good Doctor were businessmen. While Oswald was generally a man of manners and propriety, money seemed to buy him slightly more than the usual peons of Gotham. So as he moved through the building, right up to the main floor where the event was being held, no one looked twice when he walked, puffing on a clove on a long draw clenched between his teeth. As usual he was dressed in only his finest, a tailored tux with Victorian like appeal, a top Hat perched upon his dark haired head. At either of his sides, walked the lovely Kabuki twins, though few would know their true ‘gifts’ with first appearances, both donning red silk dresses, long black hair cascading down to their waist, always and ever silent. The man at the door needed no introduction, and the velvet rope was lifted, after all he was expected, late…but better than never. ”—Oh, do come in Mr. Cobblepot…have a wonderful evening…” with a bow of his head, he moved in, only a slight waddle to his gait due to his small portly stature, no one commented on his weight…not ever, after all it was a sensitive subject, those that did often disappeared soon after, the disappearance never linked to him…they simply vanished, more than likely out in the desert or wearing concrete booties at the bottom of the Gotham city Bay. Moving elegantly beside him, like the floating Geishas they seemed to be Oswald walled himself in by beauty, reaching for a passing champagne glass, casually remarking over to occupants of the room. It was then that he spied familiarity, signaling the twins he moved their little group, breaching the private circle between the Doctors, ”—Now that I’ve arrived, the party can finally begin…” the bird joked, bowing slightly at the waist, careful to not allow a drop of champagne to slip outside the glass, ”—Good to see you both,” he chimed, knowing Crane through their dealings, and Pamela from her work on Botany, and while he hadn’t directly known her as a friend or more, he had put some of his money to help fund her research…charity…looked good for the eyes on the outside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:30 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JONATHAN CRANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Jonathan Crane listened with the utmost interest in every nook and cranny that she verbally delivered to him. Her dictation was above any of the party's eye candy and her voice had an almost unnoticeable alluring effect to it. Had the doctor not have been from a higher breed of man in Gotham's social ladder, he may have allowed his natural urges to take the wheel and attempt to plant a kiss upon the flower's rosy lips.
"Please. Do not apologize for sharing with me what you find important. What are we without our interests? Without our... secret desires. They are the very essence that drives us forward into our daily endeavors. I am equally as interested in what you have to say as you are interested in the things you say. As for Hady, I wouldn't mind talking to him about the appropriate funds for your research, which you've convinced me, is very important to the preservation of... us."
Taking a moment away from his dearest guest, Dr. Crane glanced around the grand hall of his penthouse. Most of the party was held here due to its convenient size, as well as the entrance to the penthouse was dead center. Several of the closest doorways were opened, allowing guests to venture in such rooms as the dinning hall and Crane's "personal" library. Of course, unknowing to most, each detail was simply an illusion to who the man truly was. An expensive mask. Not nearly as expensive as some others, but not too far off. Crane had only spent less than two years chiseling his name into Gotham City. His aim was to become notorious enough to be trusted, but conforming enough to not be targeted. Crane made sure to remind the thugs of the city just how close he is to one of the most fearsome men. His boss. Although, only a small band of close knit criminals were aware that Jonathan Crane was a self-employed entrepreneur.
"There is plenty of unnecessary cash around here to fund your project for three life times. Nevertheless, I was curious if you'd be interested in-"
But before the doctor could take advantage of his subject change, the two were joined by the wealthiest of men. And surprisingly, a man that Jonathan Crane could respect. One with a similar taste in duel personalities. The doctor turned his attention toward the newest arrival.
"Ahh, Oswald Cobblepot. I'm honored to have your presence tonight. I guess this would legitimize my role among these... Gotham elitists. Wouldn't you say?"
Jonathan joked with Oswald, something he enjoyed most out of the relationship he had with the short and stout man. Even when the wealthier of the two rather get down to business, he couldn't refrain from mixing in a bit of frustrating humor. Something about the way Cobblepot's brows would wedge together and his nose would shake drove Crane to do such acts.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 6:20 am
She smiled, eyes softening a warm shade of cypress green, velvety red lips parting to allow another slip of speech, ”—Good, I’m glad to hear…it’s nice to finally be able to talk to someone about these things. Most people here seem to prefer to talk about their fancy Yacht’s, Penthouses, and golf course memberships then anything with any real substance. While Woodrue is useless when it comes to basic human interactions, I bet he wouldn’t lift his butt off the computer for anything more than a fire under his rear…” she joked. While she had been utterly devoted to her research, she was a living being, she had needed social interactions, and this party had been just the perfect outlet. When Crane mentioned that he would be willing to speak to Hady on her behalf, her face lit up, that smile growing, as she reached out, and gently adoringly touched his arm, ”—You are a life saver Doctor, I owe you one…” she promised, unsure how she might pay him back, perhaps one day a favor for a favor, she was good at least for that. Distracted from his change of topic to the arrival of another man, whom she did not know personally, but knew through private funding, and for his eccentric way of being, Mr. Cobblepot, whom arrived with two equally lovely women, stern and exotic…they’d warrant no attempt at conversation, but would simply nod to Pamela and to Jonathan politely. Finally speaking once her fellow ‘Doctor’ made his introduction, ”—Good to finally meet the man whose been helping nurse my research financially,” she chimed, offering her hand in a shake.
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Posted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 7:59 am
[[Some how if this was a movie, during this moment with penguin Ave Maria would be playing :} ]]  Oswald bowed, ”—Happy to be here,” he stated, chuckling darkly when the Doctor presented a share of humor, only slightly annoyed by it, but all is fair in love and war, ”—It’s all just a game we play it seems, and we seem to know how to play it better than most…” he stated, while taking a small sip from the champagne flute he held between his pudgy digits. So well had Oswald learned to play the game of criminal and socialite that he had like Crane learned to easily separate the two. While he bumped elbows with the wealth of Gotham, crimes were being committed even as he spoke, trafficking in different forms of trades, most of them illegal, and all of them highly profitable, the perfect time, the perfect alibi after all, he had no ‘knowledge’ of the events for he was at the good Doctors party, with guys who worked through guys, an endless chain with him settled at the top, now days Oswald was more like a Kingpin, than a common criminal. In his younger days, Oswald made efforts to work localized crime, doing hits on banks, jewelry stores, sometimes his attempts were foiled, it wasn’t long before he had come to his senses. Finally doing his time, he (to the outside world, to those who didn’t know any better) appeared to have cleaned his act up, served his years. Profiteering instead off selective endeavors under the table, backed by a front, his ‘Iceberg Lounge’ none would ever suspect anything more than the fact that he was a successful business man, who had a healthy family fortune…although that was hardly the case. His Mother and Father had lost their wealth soon after they lost their lives, a number of debts, followed by funerary services, lost Oswald rights to his families estate, with determination and quick thinking, the bird had it back under his wing almost immediately. When the familiar woman presented her hand to him, he gingerly took it kissing the top of her knuckles like the suave Casanova he thought himself to be, ”—Ah Dr. Isley, indeed it has been a pleasure, I am not a man of science myself, and wouldn’t know the difference between a Beaker and a Bunsen burner, but I am always happy to aid those who cannot find the financial means themselves…” a partial joke on his own end, its true he had little knowledge on science or medicine, but he did certainly know what a Bunsen burner was, as well a beaker…exaggerating only slightly. Releasing her hand finally, he turned his attention back over to their host, ”—This is quite the event you’ve pulled together Dr. Crane, so good to see you’ve pulled yourself out of your comfort zone within your office and learned to socialize with the other primates,” perhaps some further joking on his part, while he took a moment too look around the room, a place completely filled with dozens of simpletons that had little idea most of their funds were being lifted now as they all casually sat and spoke. Behind him the 'Kabuki' twins, remained ever silent, though to appear less conspicuous had taken up their very own glass of champagne though neither had started drinking it. The girls were there for both appearance, as well as the birds own personal security detail, hand in hand they worked so well, without a single thing out of place.
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:37 pm
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - JONATHAN CRANE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Several of the guest couldn't help but glance over at the host and his four guests. Some were even caught in a trance, starring at the "it crowd" of the party for an unhealthy length of time, only to be brought back to reality by another member of their circle or the eerie feeling that one of the twins were starring back. Jealousy was always an issue at these events. The only thing that the wealthy worried about was becoming even more drenched in wealth. It was a constant struggle to be on the top of the top. Hosting such an event was one way of showing off your glitz and glam to fellow Gothamites, which in Jonathan Crane's case, was a cover up. However, his guests couldn't help but feel an unavoidable defeat in the hierarchy of the higher class when put in the same room as Oswald Cobblepot. A man who wiped himself clean of a dirtied past to eventually claim his spot as king of the hill. Even Crane's rise as a slightly notable psychiatric physician in the west wing of Arkham Asylum to his current financial status as a renowned doctor and medical supplier to the slums of Gotham was no match compared to the story of the Iceberg Lounge's owner.
Disregarding Cobblepot's attempt to joshing around, Crane looked around the shorter man's head and at his two slender female companions. Even dressed to impress, the Kabuki twins remained a deadly duo. Their gaze was sharper than the finest blade, digging their way into the very fiber of one's being. The doctor would occasionally joke with himself that their stare could split an atom. Not to mention the most fearsome killers were known to work in absolute silence, which perfectly fit the description of these two. Leaning inward, keeping his words between Cobblepot and himself, also acknowledging that Dr. Isley could easily overhear, Dr. Crane made a comment to his frequent business partner.
"I'm aware of the fact that you go nowhere without those two, but surprising, I had the intentions of keeping my guests from being... spooked. Maybe we should take this conversation to the balcony?"
Taking a moment for Cobblepot to exchange looks with the doctor and formulate a reply, Crane turned to the gorgeous ginger-haired female wrapped in a elegantly skin tight emerald gown. His soft blue eyes held a slight spark as his words invited in the magnificently beautiful creature.
"If, of course, you wouldn't mind joining us, sweet rose?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 04, 2013 6:15 am
Twirling the stem of the glass in her hand delicately Pamela casually took a sip, a quick gentle brush, and her warm copper locks would be slipped aside to rest gracefully against her olive skin, even without her complete ‘future definition’ into the proverbial mother nature, she appeared rather earthly, warm in contrast to some of the darker shadows that graced the room during the expanse of the evening. Finishing her glass off, she’d perch it on one of the passing trays, and continue her admiration of the surrounding event. She naturally didn’t care much for the people, (well for perhaps only a small handful) but for the décor, for the work that went into hosting something so grand, call her easily amused. So enamored by the event, but even more so by the company she currently shared, Pamela hardly even registered it when Jonathan made the suggestion that they move out to the balcony, assuming it was suggested for Oswald and his slender liaisons and not for herself, however it was Crane’s direct words, that had a smile flower on that lovely face of hers, cypress eyes softening like liquid Jade, ”—It would be my pleasure Doctor,” often calling him by his title, after all it was a thing one worked hard for, a thing one should be respected for, and respect was exactly what she had for Jonathan…and maybe something else, but such things perhaps were reserved for another time. Moving with the group, following them all out to the balcony, trying to keep her boastful smile to a minimum, she’d find a nice spot beside the railing, resting her tush against it, legs crossed at the ankle, while she allowed the two to speak, interjecting only when she had something of importance to say.
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2013 5:45 am
Enjoying his champagne, Oswald silently ignored the eyes that fell upon them, a small glimmer of a smirk would appear on the former criminals face, something slightly pompous and always arrogant, the way the other socialites of Gotham looked upon him was both of envy and mild disgust, they had known where he had been left off, they had known he had tirelessly worked for every dime, and from nothing had built himself an empire in Gotham cities underworld. Still there could be no proof that he was doing anything further of a criminalistic nature, the lounge was a highly profitable front, along with the few other side businesses he ran, overseas trading and the like…no, to the rest of the world, Mr. Cobblepot was simply a business savvy man, the two women at his sides, simply his body guards. Pausing for a moment, settling his weight on his well-loved black umbrella, he looked between the two guests (besides his own girls) that actually mattered to him, the Doctors. When Crane moved into speak, Oswald followed suit, leaning in slightly… ”—At least I had the sensibility to have them ditch their Kabuki masks for a night, eh?” he joked playfully nudging Jonathan, before starting towards the Balcony, ”--Fair enough still, I could use another smoke” ’Like a chimney’ someone had said once, still he was assured it wasn’t the smoking that was going to kill him, but the quitting. When they’d reach out beyond the doors, Oswald instantly lit up, perching his long draw neatly between his teeth, the occasional glint reflecting off his monocle, ”—Good cover Doctor,” the bird stated, casually pocketing the lighter and looking towards Crane, ”—This pomp doesn’t seem to suit you, neither of you actually…” he chimed, fishing a glance towards the Botanist, ”—Don’t worry,” he joked while winking, the girls haven given them some privacy and taken places standing beside the door like sentries, ”—You have me convinced,” Oswald had known everything about erasing past lives, and creating a new. Had been among the first ‘Gallery’ members of Gotham, had been there before there even was a gallery, and had all but nearly given up his former life before any began, call him an old timer, a geezer, what you will…but now days it was about profit, and marginal turnover, not the stealing of shiny baubles…not unless it was something he really wanted and couldn’t afford…and usually then, and only then did he have others do the job for him. Had he gone soft? Not at all, he had gotten smart.
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