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black sheep come home.

Sep 14, 2011 23:31

Who: Selina Kyle (felinefetale) and you.
When: September 13th, after the sirens. She's been directed here by a few people on the network. She just couldn't stay in.
Where: Club Zero
Summary: She has a slight concussion. She's drinking bourbon. She's interested in the city and the criminal underworld. CLEARLY THIS IS GOING TO END MARVELOUSLY. This can be slow ( Read more... )

ella, selina kyle|catwoman, *open log

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of_frell September 14 2011, 22:40:17 UTC

What a lucky girl Ella is! For Selina to go to Club Zero, the same place Ella worked -- well Selina probably got a few odd looks from the people who knew Ella there. Possibly.

Ella certainly knew she got a few odd looks herself when she walked in the door, running a hand through her hair and checking a list in her hand with a small yawn. Working two jobs was bad enough - working overtime with two jobs? Sucked. She really needed to convince Hattie to get a job somehow.

Spoiled brat.

It wasn't long before she caught on to one of the odd looks and spied Selina working her magic at the bar. She was a bit apprehensive about approaching the lookalike, but she couldn't deny the curiosity. So she slowly made her way towards the other woman.

"Selina?"

felinefetale September 14 2011, 22:56:32 UTC

The voice was so similar to her own. But it had a lightness an innocence that she'd never quite managed to pull off. Selina turned, spinning on the chair to face the girl, leaning back on the bar slightly. Looking her over carefully, her eyes trailed over her figure.

The uniform, the hair. She wanted to laugh.

This could have been her ten years ago if she'd had a normal life. A normal family. A real job.

"Got it in one, doppelganger." She replied dryly, a soft smile playing on her lips.

of_frell September 14 2011, 23:36:39 UTC

As Selina sized her up, Ella found herself doing the same. The same appearance and voice, but enough minute details that were different that it wasn't too strange. Even seeing her in person, despite the maturity a few extra years had given Selina, she still looked as young as Ella was.

She had to be lying about her age.

That aside, even as worn out as the woman had to be on her first arrival, she seemed a lot ... classier. Ella felt remarkably plain next to her. She'd disagree about the "normal life" part though.

"Oh please, call me Doppel, there's no need to be so formal." Ella waved a hand with a laugh, leaning against the bar idly. "You have no idea how much of a mouthful Doppelganger can be. Nevermind in introductions." She pretended to consider. "You know, I'll shorten that even more for you - you can call me Ella. I won't mind."

felinefetale September 15 2011, 18:59:05 UTC

"Ella." Selina responded dryly. "Strangely, that name suits you."

Ahh, small talk. This was the part she enjoyed the most. The introductions, the exchanging of nicities, the pleasant calm before the storm. Once upon a time Selina wouldn't have even bothered with this, but times had changed. She'd changed. Besides, this place was new. Nice and untainted. It wasn't as if her face was known, well - not well enough for anyone to pick her out from a crowd or write something about her, or be at all interested in her life. But now there was the problem of a girl who looked just like her. All be it from a few years ago. The slightly rosy cheeks she'd never had, the smile that appeared so easily, the smile that was never fake.

Selina saw problems in the future. Lots of problems.

And she felt almost responsible. She smiled the perfect page six smile.

"Can I get you a drink before you start your shift?"

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petalsofdeath September 14 2011, 23:59:50 UTC

Marluxia was not content to stay inside of his apartment either. He was told it was dangerous to go out, but really, isn't there always a risk with leaving home ( ... )

felinefetale September 15 2011, 18:50:14 UTC

"What gave that away," she replied, taking the drink she'd just requested from bartender. She kept her focus on the wood work, taking a small sip from the tumbler. It was warming and made her feel so much better.

Something familiar, something home-like. It made her smile, some things never change, no matter where you find yourself the alcohol always tastes just the same.

"The dress or the delightful mood I'm giving off?"

Selina turned her head slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye.

petalsofdeath September 15 2011, 21:00:27 UTC

Marluxia laughed softly at the bite in her reply.

"Your dress. It seems to have fared about as well as my coat."

Instead of facing the bar, he put his back to it, leaning his forearms against the raised bar, at ease. Despite his tacit acknowledgment that he had been looking at her legs, he didn't seem desperate for her body or attention. She was there, and she seemed to have had the same sort of day that he had. They both needed a drink. Who was to say that they didn't deserve it after the indignities this town had presented them?
He was looking her in the face now, flicking a lock of his pink hair out of his eyes to see her better.

felinefetale September 16 2011, 20:42:15 UTC

Selina kept her attention on the bar, nursing her drink, she raised it to her lips knocking the rest of it back in one gulp. The burn tickled her throat and she smiled at his comment.

"Luckily I'm getting a new one tomorrow."

She replied bluntly, pushing the now empty glass back across the wooden top towards the bartender who busyly tending another patron. She turned slightly to look at him, her eyes casting slowly over his face, the sharp features, almost feminine, but with a decidely masculine line. The pink hair which became softer the more she looked at it. He was unusual, but not shockingly so. Pretty almost, as far as men went anyway.

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