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capeandcowllogs2009-12-23 07:29 pm
meowminx) wrote in capeandcowllogs2009-12-23 07:29 pm
Hate is a strong word
WHO: Selina Kyle
WHERE: Warehouse downtown, followed by Dark Avengers tower
WHEN: Evening of Dec 23rd, during Osborn's Avengers Christmas party
SUMMARY: While Sarah stands in for her at the evil Avengers bash, Selina takes care of Norman's Christmas present of REVENGE.
WARNINGS: Explosions! 8D
FORMAT: Solo
She'd been waiting a while for this.
Patience was more of a learned trait for Selina than anything else. To be a good thief, run a good con, you had to know how to wait. When to simply smile and keep playing the part, holding out for the most opportune time to strike.
Of course, Selina had a sense of irony, and timing her little surprise for the holidays was just too tempting to resist. So even after she'd dug up a certain address, she'd waited. Luckily, he'd come back from the dead just in time.
"Selina Kyle" was officially at the Avengers little shindig. But the real Selina was dressed in unassuming black, masked by a black motorcycle helmet and riding a stolen bike through downtown. To a warehouse she'd learned about the last time Sarah had posed as her.
The inside of the warehouse was expansive, but the lack of lighting made it feel claustrophobic. Ominous even to someone used to working in the dark. Maybe it had something to do with the the various experiments laid out, none of them looking pretty heroic.
There was nothing there to officially tie it to Norman Osborn, of course. She hadn't expected there to be; he was a careful man. But whatever he was brewing up in there had to be important. She wasn't a science person and the lack of documentation means that most of the bits and pieces and chemicals laid out meant next to nothing to her.
The little stash of pumpkin-shaped bombs she found in a storage closet were easier to work out.
Selina kept most of them. A single bomb plus the explosives she'd bought along equaled one hell of a bonfire. She smiled as she watched the flames devour his precious little house of secrets. The flirtations, the possessive little touches, letting him kiss her without clawing his eyes out. This made it worth it. He hurt Abby, she hurt him.
A short time later, she stood in his private office in the tower, another bomb in her hand. However, this one she didn't trigger, merely placing it front and center on his desk. The crowning touch, the only evidence she'd been in and out. But of course, her whereabouts had already been accounted for. Maybe he'd suspect, but he'd never know for sure.
Merry Christmas, Norman Osborn. And fuck you.
WHERE: Warehouse downtown, followed by Dark Avengers tower
WHEN: Evening of Dec 23rd, during Osborn's Avengers Christmas party
SUMMARY: While Sarah stands in for her at the evil Avengers bash, Selina takes care of Norman's Christmas present of REVENGE.
WARNINGS: Explosions! 8D
FORMAT: Solo
She'd been waiting a while for this.
Patience was more of a learned trait for Selina than anything else. To be a good thief, run a good con, you had to know how to wait. When to simply smile and keep playing the part, holding out for the most opportune time to strike.
Of course, Selina had a sense of irony, and timing her little surprise for the holidays was just too tempting to resist. So even after she'd dug up a certain address, she'd waited. Luckily, he'd come back from the dead just in time.
"Selina Kyle" was officially at the Avengers little shindig. But the real Selina was dressed in unassuming black, masked by a black motorcycle helmet and riding a stolen bike through downtown. To a warehouse she'd learned about the last time Sarah had posed as her.
The inside of the warehouse was expansive, but the lack of lighting made it feel claustrophobic. Ominous even to someone used to working in the dark. Maybe it had something to do with the the various experiments laid out, none of them looking pretty heroic.
There was nothing there to officially tie it to Norman Osborn, of course. She hadn't expected there to be; he was a careful man. But whatever he was brewing up in there had to be important. She wasn't a science person and the lack of documentation means that most of the bits and pieces and chemicals laid out meant next to nothing to her.
The little stash of pumpkin-shaped bombs she found in a storage closet were easier to work out.
Selina kept most of them. A single bomb plus the explosives she'd bought along equaled one hell of a bonfire. She smiled as she watched the flames devour his precious little house of secrets. The flirtations, the possessive little touches, letting him kiss her without clawing his eyes out. This made it worth it. He hurt Abby, she hurt him.
A short time later, she stood in his private office in the tower, another bomb in her hand. However, this one she didn't trigger, merely placing it front and center on his desk. The crowning touch, the only evidence she'd been in and out. But of course, her whereabouts had already been accounted for. Maybe he'd suspect, but he'd never know for sure.
Merry Christmas, Norman Osborn. And fuck you.