Post by nicole on Dec 28, 2009 16:53:20 GMT -5
SELINA KATHLEEN KYLE
Catwoman
I can't control myself
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
No one will ever change this animal I have become
Help me believe it's not the real me
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;;
Selina can be derived from Selene which means "moon" in Greek. This was the name of a Greek goddess of the moon, sometimes identified with the goddess Artemis. Kathleen could possibly be derived from the name of the goddess HECATE; it could be related to Greek word for "torture"; or it could be from a Coptic name meaning "my consecration of your name". In the early Christian era it became associated with "pure", and the Latin spelling was changed from Katerina to Katharina to reflect this. Kyle is of Scottish origin meaning Narrows", "channel", "strait", "Fair and Handsome" and is now used as a boy's first name.
nickname;;
The occasional Lina is spouted as it is the second syllable of her name but, that's it.
age;;39
date of birth;; October 13 1971
gender;; female
occupation;;Animal Enthusiast and Waitress at the Iceberg Lounge
sexualorienation;; Straight, no matter what you think.
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;;Brown, that reaches the upper part of her bosom. When it's down it's usually wavy but, most of the time it's up in a messy bun.
eyes;;Hazel. Cat-like, no pun or cute gimmick intended. They are thin and always shifting side to side, especially on the 'job.'
height;; 5 foot 7 inches
weight;; 130 lbs
build;; Thin with subtle feminine curves. She's a bit of a stick.
piercings;;earlobes.
tatoos;; n/a
style;;
She usually wears loose v-cut collar t-shirts and tight jeans, or some yoga pants. She isn't one to dress up and show off, unless the job calls for it. Her nails are usually jagged and chewed on, as a nervous habit, and she certainly does wear make-up for anything expect her work. Men are pigs and they never dress up for women, so why she should have to go through hell and back to please them? Even when on the job, it's just bright red lipstick.
The catsuit? It's made of a loose fabric, since it's impossible to bend in leather, and is black from head to toe. The mask has cat ears and large-diamond shaped eye holes. The thin line between the two eyes goes down to the tip of her nose where it stops. Most of her lower face is visible. It isn't much of a mask but, it does it's job. A whip is always wrapped around her waist, giving the impression of a tail, and there a silver claws protruding from her glove. On her feet are boots, no heels, just flat black tie-up boots. Now the suit does tear and rip, and she closes each rip with a stapler or some wire-thread. If the suit gets too shredded up, she makes another one.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;;
Fish! It's her favorite things to eat. Doesn't matter how it's cooked or served, sushi or breaded and cut into sticks. Say the word fish and it'll be in her tummy before you can even say dig-in. BUT! Selina is a lady, so she may not shove it in her mouth while you're at the table.
Birds. Tweet, tweet, I think I saw a puddy cat! Oh yes, birds. She loves the way the jump in their cages, the way they sing, and even the way they try to get away while she breaks their little necks. Actually, she hates birds. She just likes their behavior and inflicting pain on them. Sadism?
The word Pussycat. She just does.
Miss Kitty the Second. Her beloved gray kitty. She loves the little fur ball like the daughter she never had. Kitty comes first in everything.
The Bat Family. Selina loves them dearly and appreciates all they do for her. They understand her disorder and try to keep her in control. They're like the family she never had.
hates;;
Being told what to do. Don't do it. Cat'll snap at you and tell you to back up. And if you don't....Well hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn. Selina will keep a note to avoid you.
Judgment. Selina doesn't give a care what you say about her or how you perceive her. However, as Catwoman, she cares a great deal, especially when the Bat calls her a thief. He doesn't know shit, okay? He wears a suit jumps around and gets people killed! What does he know about what's right and wrong?
Sex. Sex hasn't been a pleasurable experience for Selina. All her life it's been an emotionless chore for money. It's safe to say she doesn't want to do it unless she's getting paid. Such an callous woman immune to physical contact...Moving on.
Being Touched. There's a rare exceptions where Selina will let someone touch her. Yes, she'll shake hands but, she will not enjoy a pat on the back or a hug. She does try to bite her tongue and not say anything rude to her friends but, if she doesn't like you prepare for the worst. She can touch you but, you can't touch her without permission.
The Bat Family. Cat detests them with their bat and bird motifs, how they think they're so much better than everyone, how they think they help others. It's bullshit. She would love to whack each of them off.
strengths;;
Peak Athlete. Cat can manage her own (not like Selina.) The feline can rake her nails across your skin without you even knowing where's she's coming from. She's fast and strong. Try to keep up.
Stealthy. Both Cat and Selina can sneak in and out of rooms without being heard. Their methods are different but the outcome is the same.
Lands on Feet. Both can fall and land on their feet.
Feminine Wiles. Self-explanatory.
Heighten Senses. This just applies to Cat. The alter ego can hear, see, and smell things plain-jane Selina can't.
Flexible. Whether it's gymnastics or fitting through a tight-space both Cat and Selina can do it with poise. Thanks to Selina's knack for gymnastics.
weaknesses;;
Batman. She has a soft spot for the Dark Knight. When he's dangling off the edge of building, she'll grab. When he's brooding, she'll try to help him think. She may do it in nasty little ways with snippy comments but, she'll help. Love is a strong word there. She doesn't 'love' the Batman, Selina just comes to him for everything and Cat enjoys his company despite her bitchiness.
Cats. She loves them and they always come first. If there's a kitty in trouble, she'll help it out.
Water. Both women have trouble swimming, Cat the most. Selina just never learned how to do it as a little girl, and Cat suffers for it the most. The burglar nearly died in the large pool of millionaire with all his wife's diamonds.
Challenges. Cat cannot say no to a challenge, especially when someone brings it up. The daredevil will do it no matter how dangerous. There's no double dares needed. She'll do it right off the bat.
The Joker. He pisses Cat off and scares the hell out of Selina. When he's around, Kitty becomes vicious and tends not to think clearly, ending her up in trouble. Selina gets the instinct to run, and you know how that clown can smell fear.
quirks/habits;;
Selina constantly chews her nails.
Cat purrs and hisses without a second thought.
Cat and Selina both bite and lick their lips, especially when they're chapped or busted.
Selina always apologizes constantly. The average being five times.
Both tilt their head when asking a question or confused.
goals/dreams;;
Be her own person. Selina dreams of dumping the catsuit and not having to worry about her persona getting her into to trouble. She dreams of laying down to sleep and not being tired the next day.
Settle down. She wants a child besides a kitten to call her own. Selina wants to marry live in a house and raise a little girl. She hopes to share this life with Bruce but feels she never could because of her mental disease.
Rich. Cat wants to dump the dead weight and become the richer than Bruce Wayne. Cat wants to attend parties and become an elite socialite.
Power. Cat and Selina both want power. Cat wants underground crime power. She wants to be up there with Penguin's empire and the mobs. Selina wants political power in attempts to end animal testing.
Batman. Cat wants to frame or expose the b-man. That way she'll have no guilt in stealing and no one to stop but, she's still planning this as she doesn't want to get in the slammer herself. Selina desperately seeks help from the Dark Knight. She refuses the idea of mental treatment but constantly comes to him hoping he knows what to do. She wants him to fix her.
overall personality;;
Selina Kyle and Catwoman have different personalities. Selina is quiet and only speaks her mind to those she trusts while Catwoman is an obnoxious, attention-whore. There are completely two different people mixed into one sexy, nut-case in need of some therapy.
A bitch would be the way to describe Catwoman, dead on. But there was so many more lovable aspects of her personality besides that. She doesn't take anyone's excuses or apologizes. You're late for a trade, the deals off. Punctuality is very important, and there is no exception for anyone. So, one way to stay on Cat's good side, only make dates you indeed to keep. Cat's sultry voice is just laced in sarcasm. Only when she's pissed off will a serious word will come out of her mouth. It's just too much fun to be nice and sweet. Saying rude things, or nice things with sarcasm. Miss Cat is aggressive in every single way imaginable. She's always the one to throw the first punch and never runs when she knows she can't fight off her attacker.
Selina is very mousy. Unless you're a good friend, you'll never get much out of her. She's usually chewing her nails staring outside the window. When you stand her up or forget something important, she forgives you before you ask for it, because she understands. And she'd never chastise anyone for wasting her time, it's not like she had anything better to do. Being such a push-over, her voice is quiet and shaky, cracking sometimes. She never understands humor, especially sex jokes but, if you explain it to her, she'll laugh. Passive Miss Kyle will never raise her hand to strike anyone, she's far too frightened that she'll be hit back.
Catwoman and Selina share a common quality. Emotional, crazy, and impulsive. Catwoman can't stand being called a thief or nut job, and Selina can't stand it when people say she needs help. Bringing on another thing they share! They both can't stand being helped, whether it's someone holding open a door or carrying something for them. They cannot stand it. Both of them will rant about something about sexist pigs.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Brian Kyle {Electrician;Deceased}
mother;; Maria Kyle nee Lipps {unemployed;Deceased}
siblings;; Magdalene 'Maggie' Kyle {nun;41}
relatives;; n/a
pets;; Miss. Kitty the Second {cat;2} and then the rest of cats she has.
hometown;; Gotham
currentlyliving;; Downtown Gotham
history;;
Selina was born into tragedy. Brain Kyle, daddy, and Maria Kyle, mommy, were never the best parents. She would never blame them leaving her behind. Her father had gone through a lot of stress, there was a possibility that he was being cheating and he was near losing his job. So he drank and drank like a fish drinks water. Even in such a messed-up state, Mommy never kept her mouth shut. She'd always say the worst things to him, and that would push him over the edge. He'd beat her and tell her to shut her mouth, and that she was the one who was tearing the family apart, not him. She'd replied with the vicious comment in a light tone, 'What family?' Selina was young at the time and never understood her mother's dislike for her and her sister. They'd always try to stop the fight and end up with a good spanking. One night after the whole run-in with Daddy, Maria was sitting outside petting the cats. Selina walked out beside her and sat down, "Mommy, are you okay?"
"No, Selina, I'm not. Do you know what happens when we take Miss Kitty inside?" Miss Kitty had been their first cat. The feline had always been outdoor cat, since it constantly clawed at the door and windows trying to get out.
"She'll try to get out."
"That's right. Selina, do you think Miss Kitty is unhappy inside?" The girl just nodded. "Well, I know how Miss Kitty feels. I want to be an outdoor cat but, Daddy just keeps bringing me back inside." Selina was 10. She didn't know what the fuck her crazed up mother was saying and she openly admitted it.
"Mommy, I don't get it."
"I didn't think you would." Later that night her mother hung herself. Big sister Maggie was one the who found her in the bathroom the next morning. Poor girl still doesn't like hair-dryers. Things got worse for Selina, and her sister. Brian began to drink more than he had before, and his violent tendencies got worse. He constantly beat the two girls, Magdalene the most since she always stood up for Selina. Not too long after Maria's death, Daddy choked on his vomit and died. Pleasant. Things didn't get any better though, soon after Social Services took both girls to the Sprang Hall Juvenile Detention Center, for abused or delinquent girls. At the age of 14, Selina made the choice to live out on the streets. She tried time and time again to get Maggie to come with her but, nothing worked.
“Maggie, I can't stay here. They treat us like we're criminals.”
“Don't start with me. You can go but, I am staying. You heard what Mrs. Hake said, we'd be out after proper therapy.”
“She said that 6 months ago, and we haven't had one therapy session! I'm leaving with or without you.”
“I love you, Selina but, you're being a brat. Do you think I want to stay here? No! I don't. But it's the law! We have to stay here. It's the best for both of us! Do you know what could happen to us out there? Rape or even murder! If you leave, don't expect me to protect you from everyone. I fought dad, and I can't fight against the rest of the world. I'm staying and you better too.”
Maggie, I'm an outdoor cat. I'm unhappy inside.” She suddenly realized what her mother met when she said that. Maria had been tied down to a domestic life, glorified as a homemaker by her daughters and husband. That wasn't the life she wanted, so she killed herself. That had to be the reason.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
The light went out and everyone went to sleep. That was the last thing Maggie said to her before Selina crept out of the barred window, which she had spent forever trying to break out of, and left. The East End streets weren't forgiving. It had been hard to survive. Selina resorted to prostitution and pick-pocketing to eat. But with sharps wits and a natural gymnastic ability, she became the slickest burglar the GPD ever met and also the one who always got away when a Pimp was busted. Slowly, she paid her way through martial arts class and gymnastic lessons, even boxing lessons with Ted Grant. Nobody knew who she was or if she even was a she. The only knew that someone in the East End picked the pockets and robbed the buildings without a trace. It had been easy enough or her, that she always had a surplus of cash that she shared with the other people in her situation. She was sort of a Robin Hood to the people of East End. During a job, she saw him on one of his first escapades. Envying the cape and mask, she immediately took up a costume of her own. It took time, sweat, blood, lots of fabric, staples, thread, wire, and so much more. She modeled her costume after her favorite animal: the domestic cat. Thus, Catwoman was born from the inspiration the Bat had given Selina. The Robin Hood thing continued until one night, Selina awoke with a large amount of gems in her possession. She quickly pawned them off for money and gave it away. The next morning there was a new stash and hateful message on the machine. It was her persona Catwoman screaming at her. Selina knew there was something wrong with her mentally but she feared being called crazy. She still deals with her schizophrenic identity. This places her in the gray of the black and white, good and evil, making her another beautiful dark creature that goes bump in the night.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; nicole
age;; 17
experience;; a lot
activity;; a lot
whyyoujoined;; alli hahaha
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example;;
Selina Kyle lived a pathetic life. No, it's not harsh to say because she would admit it. She had made a small living with prostitution, and managed to get by. That came to stop when she was about 23. Pimp Daddy G said she holding out on the cash, beat her to a bloody pulp, and left her for dead in an alleyway. Not only had it been traumatic, it was slightly reminiscence of her father's violent tendencies. Luckily, God loved her enough to save, or so Maggie said. A man walked by called for an ambulance. A few broken ribs, two broken fingers, and a minor concussion: Doesn't sound like a lot but, poor Miss Kyle is still paying it off. With prostitution out of the picture, she had no income and mooched off of her sister. During this time, she was constantly pelted with Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and how she needed to repent for selling her body that is a scared temple of God. It was all a bit over-whelming to know a man up in the sky hated her so much to give her such a miserable existence.
Suicide was indeed an over-reaction.
Maggie continued on about Jesus and the Bible. 'Mother Theresa' convinced her to try and live a normal life. The Lord's advocate had connections and got her sister some job interviews. She became a sectary at Maxwell Computers. Everything went well for a whole nine months. For once Selina was able to stop stammering and talk with a crystal clarity. She no longer looked down at her feet and apologized for her rambling. It had been the best time of her life. No abusive males, no sex hungry scum-bags, no Jesus-talk 24/7. Well, that was until she was sexually assaulted by her boss. Normal life was shattered and progress was lost.
Leaving Maggie a note on the fridge, Selina left for Gotham in hopes to find herself in a big city. What she did find was an old high school friend who was running for D.A. It was a bit hard to tell him why she was in Gotham, living under bridges and alleyways but, she told him everything and how she was homeless, jobless, and alone. He offered her a job as his assistant and paid her handsomely. If not for Gotham's White Knight, dear Selina would still be on the streets. She bought herself a somewhat shabby, top floor tenement, on the not-so-safe part of town. And so life began to get better piece by piece. About a few months ago, she began to have wonderful dreams. Dreams about going out, dancing, getting drunk, and trashing her apartment because of the pink pissed her off. Then one morning, she woke up in the middle of the floor with ripped up clothes, wallpaper, food, and a cat around her. Trying to keep her calm, she attempted to analyze what had happened but, nothing explained it. These dreams and mishaps kept occurring. Soon she began to find things she had never bought like make up and clothes in her room. Feeling terrible for having all these unpaid for things, she placed them in garbage bags and took them to Goodwill. The next morning on her answering machine there was a very hateful message from herself.
“Hey, Selina-baby. Can you answer me one teeny-tiny little question? I'm just curious is all. Who the fuck gave you permission to throw out my stuff? I want you to get it all back now. I mean now, Selina. Or I will be fucking pissed off. You hear me? Pissed off. Kiss, kiss. Sweet dreams. See your sexy face in the morning.”
Things never made sense after that but, she did remember what happened in her dreams.
Coming home from work, Selina opened the door and made a kissy-noise. On que a black cat immediately curled around her legs. With a smile and loud squeak, she dropped her purse and scooped up the cat. Continuing her baby-talk, she carried the cat to fridge and opened it up. Taking an open can of tuna, she placed it and Miss Kitty on the counter.
“So what did you today, Miss Kitty?” She asked stroking the cat from head to tail. The cat continued to eat and didn't make a noise. “Ooh, him again? I swear, we're going to have to get you spayed.” Sighing, she walked over to the answering machine and glanced down at it. The red light flicked on and off. It was another hateful message, she knew it. Her full lips fell into a frown and she eagerly pressed the delete button. “Me? Oh well, I just helped Harvey carry his things across town. And I plan to sleep.” She walked through the living room and began to unbutton her blouse. Arriving in her pink-ish room, she threw the blouse one way and then her skirt another. Glancing at her vanity's mirror, she grabbed a a notepad and pen off of her desk and walked over to the mirror. In large cursive, she wrote 'Cat. Please, behave and be home before 3 AM. Harvey has a meeting tomorrow. Love, Selina.' She stuck it on the mirror and crawled into bed.
Pajamas were overrated.
The clock struck 11 pm, and the woman's blue eyes opened excitedly. An eager, malicious smile crept onto her lips before she ripped all the blankets off of the bed. Walking up to the vanity, she ogled herself from head to toe and sighed happily. The smile disappeared as she saw the note. Snatching it she read it over and crumpled it up, dropping it on the floor. Grabbing the same pen and notepad, she wrote and read it out loud as she did.
“Dear Selina! No. Love Cat.” She stuck it on the mirror with a grin and walked towards the closet.
The Catwoman was dressed in black from head to toe. The only thing visible was the lower half of her face and her striking eyes. Even then those features were naked as they were heavily decorated with make up. Moving in an inhuman, she was done on all fours, hurrying across the marble floor off the museum. The metal nails attached to her gloves clicked with ever move. Stopping, she rose her back up and glanced at the pillar. She could make that climb! She was Cat-fucking-woman. Lowering herself, she jumped and dug her 'claws' into the marble. She would have fallen if not for her the good push she got with her legs. Twisting her body, she swung herself over the railing and onto the second floor. She then to preceded to walk on two legs. Walking down the hallways, she glanced at the knights with curiosity.
“Ooh!” She immediately latched to the one with a mace. Her claws squeaked painfully across the metal as she tilted her head and looked at the head armor. Slowly, she rose a hand and knocked his head off. “Oops!” A girlish giggle escaped her and she stood on her toes to peer down his empty body. “You're hollow-” A frown appeared on her face. “Like all the men in my life.” A blank-stare appeared on her face and she released the armor. The deep in thought look didn't last long, and she pushed on it's shoulder and knocked the armored man down. Jumping over his body, she began to skip down the hallway till she finally reached her target. The Cat's Eye Emerald. Her lips parted in amazement as she approached the glass case. It was gorgeous. It was expensive. It was hers. Raking her nails across the glass, she restraint herself from smashing the box and just running. Pointing an index finger and pressing as hard as she could, she began to make a circle cut in the glass. That was until she heard police sirens. The armor. Silent alarm. She had been too careless.
“Shit!” Smashing the glass, the lights and alarm went off but, that did not keep her from snatching her main prize. Turning, she was ready to leave but glanced back at the displays. Grabbing the handle of her whip, she smashed a few more glass cases and placed everything in her brown sack. Once she was sure she had cleaned the place out, she ran as fast as she could. The police was already moving into the main lobby, blocking her planned escape route. “Eek!” She turned around and headed for the windows she had seen earlier. Without the slightest idea what street was below them, they weren't her first choice for an escape path. Climbing out the window, she jumped and rolled onto the roof below. Quickly getting to her feet, she jumped across another gap and landed on the next roof. Another jump and clung to fire escape and quickly climbed up the outside of it. This was the highest roof around this area. She could take a breather. No way the cops brought a helicopter with them. She was safe for now anyway.
Suicide was indeed an over-reaction.
Maggie continued on about Jesus and the Bible. 'Mother Theresa' convinced her to try and live a normal life. The Lord's advocate had connections and got her sister some job interviews. She became a sectary at Maxwell Computers. Everything went well for a whole nine months. For once Selina was able to stop stammering and talk with a crystal clarity. She no longer looked down at her feet and apologized for her rambling. It had been the best time of her life. No abusive males, no sex hungry scum-bags, no Jesus-talk 24/7. Well, that was until she was sexually assaulted by her boss. Normal life was shattered and progress was lost.
Leaving Maggie a note on the fridge, Selina left for Gotham in hopes to find herself in a big city. What she did find was an old high school friend who was running for D.A. It was a bit hard to tell him why she was in Gotham, living under bridges and alleyways but, she told him everything and how she was homeless, jobless, and alone. He offered her a job as his assistant and paid her handsomely. If not for Gotham's White Knight, dear Selina would still be on the streets. She bought herself a somewhat shabby, top floor tenement, on the not-so-safe part of town. And so life began to get better piece by piece. About a few months ago, she began to have wonderful dreams. Dreams about going out, dancing, getting drunk, and trashing her apartment because of the pink pissed her off. Then one morning, she woke up in the middle of the floor with ripped up clothes, wallpaper, food, and a cat around her. Trying to keep her calm, she attempted to analyze what had happened but, nothing explained it. These dreams and mishaps kept occurring. Soon she began to find things she had never bought like make up and clothes in her room. Feeling terrible for having all these unpaid for things, she placed them in garbage bags and took them to Goodwill. The next morning on her answering machine there was a very hateful message from herself.
“Hey, Selina-baby. Can you answer me one teeny-tiny little question? I'm just curious is all. Who the fuck gave you permission to throw out my stuff? I want you to get it all back now. I mean now, Selina. Or I will be fucking pissed off. You hear me? Pissed off. Kiss, kiss. Sweet dreams. See your sexy face in the morning.”
Things never made sense after that but, she did remember what happened in her dreams.
Coming home from work, Selina opened the door and made a kissy-noise. On que a black cat immediately curled around her legs. With a smile and loud squeak, she dropped her purse and scooped up the cat. Continuing her baby-talk, she carried the cat to fridge and opened it up. Taking an open can of tuna, she placed it and Miss Kitty on the counter.
“So what did you today, Miss Kitty?” She asked stroking the cat from head to tail. The cat continued to eat and didn't make a noise. “Ooh, him again? I swear, we're going to have to get you spayed.” Sighing, she walked over to the answering machine and glanced down at it. The red light flicked on and off. It was another hateful message, she knew it. Her full lips fell into a frown and she eagerly pressed the delete button. “Me? Oh well, I just helped Harvey carry his things across town. And I plan to sleep.” She walked through the living room and began to unbutton her blouse. Arriving in her pink-ish room, she threw the blouse one way and then her skirt another. Glancing at her vanity's mirror, she grabbed a a notepad and pen off of her desk and walked over to the mirror. In large cursive, she wrote 'Cat. Please, behave and be home before 3 AM. Harvey has a meeting tomorrow. Love, Selina.' She stuck it on the mirror and crawled into bed.
Pajamas were overrated.
The clock struck 11 pm, and the woman's blue eyes opened excitedly. An eager, malicious smile crept onto her lips before she ripped all the blankets off of the bed. Walking up to the vanity, she ogled herself from head to toe and sighed happily. The smile disappeared as she saw the note. Snatching it she read it over and crumpled it up, dropping it on the floor. Grabbing the same pen and notepad, she wrote and read it out loud as she did.
“Dear Selina! No. Love Cat.” She stuck it on the mirror with a grin and walked towards the closet.
The Catwoman was dressed in black from head to toe. The only thing visible was the lower half of her face and her striking eyes. Even then those features were naked as they were heavily decorated with make up. Moving in an inhuman, she was done on all fours, hurrying across the marble floor off the museum. The metal nails attached to her gloves clicked with ever move. Stopping, she rose her back up and glanced at the pillar. She could make that climb! She was Cat-fucking-woman. Lowering herself, she jumped and dug her 'claws' into the marble. She would have fallen if not for her the good push she got with her legs. Twisting her body, she swung herself over the railing and onto the second floor. She then to preceded to walk on two legs. Walking down the hallways, she glanced at the knights with curiosity.
“Ooh!” She immediately latched to the one with a mace. Her claws squeaked painfully across the metal as she tilted her head and looked at the head armor. Slowly, she rose a hand and knocked his head off. “Oops!” A girlish giggle escaped her and she stood on her toes to peer down his empty body. “You're hollow-” A frown appeared on her face. “Like all the men in my life.” A blank-stare appeared on her face and she released the armor. The deep in thought look didn't last long, and she pushed on it's shoulder and knocked the armored man down. Jumping over his body, she began to skip down the hallway till she finally reached her target. The Cat's Eye Emerald. Her lips parted in amazement as she approached the glass case. It was gorgeous. It was expensive. It was hers. Raking her nails across the glass, she restraint herself from smashing the box and just running. Pointing an index finger and pressing as hard as she could, she began to make a circle cut in the glass. That was until she heard police sirens. The armor. Silent alarm. She had been too careless.
“Shit!” Smashing the glass, the lights and alarm went off but, that did not keep her from snatching her main prize. Turning, she was ready to leave but glanced back at the displays. Grabbing the handle of her whip, she smashed a few more glass cases and placed everything in her brown sack. Once she was sure she had cleaned the place out, she ran as fast as she could. The police was already moving into the main lobby, blocking her planned escape route. “Eek!” She turned around and headed for the windows she had seen earlier. Without the slightest idea what street was below them, they weren't her first choice for an escape path. Climbing out the window, she jumped and rolled onto the roof below. Quickly getting to her feet, she jumped across another gap and landed on the next roof. Another jump and clung to fire escape and quickly climbed up the outside of it. This was the highest roof around this area. She could take a breather. No way the cops brought a helicopter with them. She was safe for now anyway.
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