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Post by Swift on Oct 3, 2012 18:28:02 GMT -5
Shen had been bored. No, that was not the right way of putting it. It was nothing as simple as boredom, which was easily dispelled by meditation or one of any number of other distractions that the winged woman could find to take her attention away from the present. There were many ways and none of them had proven to help. No, she felt restless. She felt the need to be outside, doing something. Flying was the obvious answer, but she had felt that it was too obvious, that she might draw unwanted attention to herself or to the base in which she was currently staying. It was not a long term arrangement in her mind, because she was not content staying in one place for too long, but she could hardly rent a room or stay in a hotel. This was her only choice if she were to have a place to sleep and Shen knew that it was a mistake to fail to take advantage of this sort of opportunity.
So, she had been resigned to her fate, in a manner of speaking. At least the building had had big windows, ones designed for use by flyers as an exit no doubt, but which Shen had been able to stand by and somewhat help the feeling of restlessness. She could watch birds flying past and daydream about joining them. It felt better than nothing.
But what she had liked to think of as her observation of the world below her and the sky around her had been interrupted by a member of the Society she had not met before and, through a chain of events she had not followed well enough to recount in any detail, she had found herself here.
‘Here’ meaning outside a club, somewhere that was new to her, in costume and with her wings in full view of everyone, her arm looped through that of a woman who she barely knew having been persuaded that this was not only a workable idea but actually a good one. Perhaps, then, it was understandable that she had somehow agreed to all this.
People tended to mistake the quiet, somewhat neutral and thoughtful mien that Shen Li-Min preferred to adopt for not liking company, for being anti-social or for being weak. They were wrong in all cases, because she was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from life and had no trouble at all in having fun or relaxing at the appropriate moment. In fact, going to a club and seeing what American nightlife was like sounded fun, and she had no objection to that at all. No, the thing that had concerned her and continued to do so was how open they were being. Both she and her companion, the woman called Poison Ivy, were wanted for various crimes. Neither were in disguise and, again, Shen’s wings were in full view, twitching at their owner’s awareness of how obvious they were.
She wasn’t nervous, per se. No, Shen Li-Min was not going to be thrown by anything like this. But she was still not certain that this was at all wise. Her eyes flickered sideways, away from the queue at the door nearing them and towards those of the woman standing next to her.
“So, given that this was your idea, how are we getting in?” Shen asked, raising one eyebrow slightly as her lips quirked into an impish grin. “I don’t feel like waiting in line and I don’t suppose you do either.”
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Post by POISON IVY on Oct 8, 2012 2:41:49 GMT -5
Poison Ivy had quite a few things that had captured her attention and made her busy enough that she even felt that a break was well deserved. Her children were happy and so it made her happy as well. There was another that had felt cooped up and having been a constant sucker for the bleeding heart, the red-head had decided to make an exception and break through her personal boundaries to venture into uncharted territory.
Shen did not seem to be like a few of the other villains that just makes you want to encourage bad things to happen to them. Everyone of them had a bad attitude, but Swift seemed rather quiet and pensive often times. She did not have a complex or railroad people to the point where you want to pop their heads and give them explosive colitis. That seemed to be a constant thought with her of late. How strange. It is one of the most humiliating if not painful methods of retaliation, so why not keep that as a favorite.
Through the grapevine, there was a sort of masquerade type rave going on at one of the clubs that would have her and Swift fitting right in. The thought actually put a smile to her face as she had made the decision to do this. There was the curiosity to know which one of them would flip first with being in such a public place as 'ordinary' people. Pamela had taken some care for her appearance. Her hair was brushed until it shone like reddish gold fire. Then with the aid of her abilities, she had dressed so provocatively that it put dancers from a Brazilian Carnival to shame. The climbing ivy clung to her supple curves hiding enough to be 'decent' in public. Various flowers were sprouting out of her fiery locks as if she was a spring bride. Red and gold glitter was used to accentuate her lips and accentuate her eyes, a small smirk appeared as she surveyed herself in the floor length mirror.
She was as giddy as a child receiving a cart full of gifts as she walked arm in arm with the winged Shen enjoying the stunned gazes from both men and women alike while she ignored it not interested in anything but a little bit of misbehavin' and harmless mischief. It was a night off afterall. Even if she was a wanted woman, she was not readily recognisable in New York as she probably was in Gotham. Her companion noticed the line that seemed to wrap around the building waiting for the chance to go in.
"Through the front door. Lines are for suckers..." Ivy whispered teasingly to Swift as she flashed a smile at the bouncer without skipping a beat. The goddess of the Green sauntered up to the tall and burly man and she leaned in and gently placed a kiss on his cheek. Already the effects had begun to swirl about the man and she whispered something incoherent in his ear and gently bit and tugged at his earlobe before winking at Shen. The bouncer did not stand a chance as he had already begun to undo the divider closest to them letting the both of them enter without any questions.
A subtle perfumed cloud could be inhaled causing the crowd to react as potent as a drug, but she had lessened the dose to ensure that she did not leave an outdoor orgy in her wake even though that would be rather hilarious to think about. Of course, it would be called a public disturbance, and who wanted the police involved so soon to potentially ruin their night out. "Thank you." She purred softly as her blood red fingernails gently grazed the nape of the bouncer's neck before she disappeared with Shen into the club.
It was definitely a sight to behold. There was a wall of fog, and costumed people dancing underneath a light show various areas of the club bathed in black lights, and others with various shapes and colours as if someone had left on their screen saver. In the middle of the club was a twinkling mirrored ball that flung rainbows in various directions. The bodies were close together, crushed and all in rhythm to the hard beat of the music, the bass forcing hearts to thump harder as hips wayed and undulated with or without partners.
"Well this is definitely a first." Pamela murmured as she took it all in with an amused expression. "Drink? Dance?" She asked curious to know what Shen might be interested in doing first. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed a few of the younger dancers with pacifiers in their mouths and shook her head clearly puzzled by some not quite understanding what the pacifier was for.
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Post by Swift on Oct 13, 2012 11:35:08 GMT -5
Swift had, as it happened, gone to significantly less effort in dressing for this than Ivy had, but then she had both a more limited wardrobe and considerably less options to start with, given that her power set did not come with the ability to just… whisk up a costume out of the nearest shrubbery. Besides which, while she was hardly drab and Shen knew it, she also knew that she lacked the sheer stunning looks of her companion and the blazing red hair that crowned Poison Ivy’s head. Regardless, that didn’t mean that she was covering herself up, just that she was a touch more restrained in the colours she wore at least.
Her dark hair was combed flat as always, a little light makeup applied in what she thought best accentuated what, to the locals, would probably be considered exotic features. Her clothes, again, were more conservative than Ivy’s. They were however equally green, by coincidence rather than any attempt to match the other woman’s attire, because Shen liked green. Her choices were a dark forest green, a corset that made the most of her own assets without impeding her wings – and Shen hated it when clothes got in the way of her wings, because it was like an itch that she could never scratch properly no matter how much she flexed them – and a sarong style skirt. No shoes, but then she rarely wore shoes if she could avoid it.
In her estimation, it left her considerably less radiant than her companion, but then Shen was more than willing to be the shadow to Poison Ivy’s fire. In some ways, it was inevitable, and she knew that she would have no trouble finding a man or two should her taste run that way. It was one way to alleviate her boredom, one that didn’t include work or meditation.
What she didn’t… no, what she wasn’t used to was being the centre of attention in this way. Either she was just one of the crowd, she was the wanted terrorist Swift or she was the infamous freedom fighter, but she was rarely the centre of attention as Shen. She actually found that, already, she was quite enjoying it, almost despite herself. Her wings, as ever excellent ways to detect the winged Huntress’ mood, shivered slightly, almost preening as Ivy whispered in her ear that they would be going through the door before releasing her arm and sashaying her way over to the bouncer at the head of the queue.
Shen, in turn, followed, her own slimmer hips swaying slightly in imitation of the redhead as the Tibetan watched her companion work her magic. While she was not always restrained, she was rarely as unrestrained in public as Ivy was, with the nibbling at the ear and so on. Still, it was obviously effective. He lasted all of two seconds, before crumbling and stepping out of the way. The two Society members went through, Shen casting a thoughtful glance behind her as she did so. That had been fun to watch, she reflected with a smirk.
The club itself was something else – noise and fog and people everywhere and lights flashing and… Shen’s wings shivered again, tucking back behind her. Her eyes flickered over the people dancing, her own hips beginning to sway again to the beat, before going to the bar as she considered Ivy’s question. Choices, choices.
“Drinks first,” She decided, taking the redhead’s arm and beginning to lightly tug her into the direction of the bar.
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Post by POISON IVY on Oct 13, 2012 22:59:16 GMT -5
One could say that Ivy was grandstanding, but the flame-haired villainess enjoyed just being and doing everything almost whimsically. Her life before the transformation was rigid and constantly professional. She never took time for herself, not even to make herself look attractive as she left her apartment to go to work, or bury herself in her studies. She did not waste much time on personal appearance or even the finer things in life at that time. It was when her 'professor' had taken an interest in her that had her at least trying to please another. Such a fool, that woman was, and she no longer exists. The only thing they still shared was gender and name.
So when Pamela wanted a day away from tormenting people and destroying personal property to prove a point, she would. All eyes were on them in awe, in envy or whatever human emotion wanted to burst forth, but she inhaled deeply at the pheromones, sweat, and scents of arousal from bodies dancing close heating each other up as a primitive mating ritual.
Most would say Poison Ivy was a man-hater, but it was not that she hated them purely to hate something, she hated them because they were all liars, cheaters, while also being rather weak and pathetic. Green eyes caught the eye of a rather lovely looking bartender and crocked her finger at her.
"What's your name, sweet heart?" Ivy asked in that soft purring voice as the bartender leaned in for a listen.
"Melinda." The dark-haired beauty shared and a warm smile was given at how accommodating everyone is.
"Well, a whiskey neat for me, and give my friend anything she wants." Pamela said nicely as she flirted with the bartender with a look, a gesture, and her smile.
"S-sure. Coming up." Melinda replied taking Shen's order all the while trying not to appear flustered with the interaction as she began to pour a glass of Black Label for Ivy and a drink for her winged friend.
"Thank you, Melinda." Pamela said softly as she took the drink in hand and blow a kiss to the bartender that had the scent of sweet grass, roses and the slightest hint of jasmine watching her inhale the scent and shudder with pleasure. "The men will find you even more irresistible. Make those tips, girl." She then said with a great deal of amusement as she looked back into the crush of bodies.
"Having fun?" She asked curiously as her own eyes danced with glee. Playing about so freely with everyone's chemistry was almost like the goddess Aphrodite creating lust and disguising it as lust to cause mischief for their entertainment.
Merry green eyes surveyed the scene to seek out her first victims to fall under her 'harmless' trick as she casually sipped on her drink and snuggled close to Shen having already forgotten the bartender. "See, I told you we would fit right in and it is not even Halloween." She teased as a pair of girls wore almost nothing in their booty shorts, tight tank tops and wings that were obviously fake.
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