Post by Killer Frost on Nov 13, 2012 21:17:36 GMT -5
Her long slender fingers caressed down his cheek, as she leaned in close to his bound body. The ropes were nice and snug, so he couldn’t get out and it was complete with his very own gag, wasn’t she nice? Her light blue skin contrasting nicely with his darker one, as she tapped his cheek with her finger nail in thought, her lips pulled up in a slow grin. It wasn’t very often that she ended up in the White House and further still when she was able to pull off something so big, something so amazing, she was sure she’d have the infuriating Leaguers of Justice busting in here when they got wind of this.
It wasn’t very often when the White House itself turned into a giant icicle. The presidents home, the national house others looked up to and wanted to be like, the place of power and everything that happened here gave her more attention. There was no way she could be ignored. The Justice League could not ignore her, not anymore, her efforts now spoke volumes and they would be forever foolish if they didn’t come speak with her. She wanted to speak with them and now it would happen. Not on equal footing, she’d wanted equality and now, well now the upper hand would be hers after all she held the lives of the President’s staff in her hands as well as America’s leader, their Chief of Staff, the most powerful man in this country and he was merely a mortal, and a very conniving, deceitful one at that. Was she the one trembling from the cold, was she the one whose skin was beginning to lighten from the cold temperatures? No. You see she was already there; her meta-human abilities saved her from feeling those affects because she lived in this weather, this ice and snow, it was what she was, it was everything. So did that mean she was everything?
A rather amusing thought and it brought a wickedly twisted, yet strangely enchanting smile to her lips as she blew out a cold breath against his nose, and watched him squirm in his seat. He was afraid of her, as he should be, he should be afraid of them all. His heat was intoxicating and she would take it for herself soon, very soon but first she need him, he and his family and his darling staff were her hostages and she planned to use each and everyone of them to her advantage. Their was one big difference she wasn’t against killing them for the shock value once her audience got her, but you seen the heroes had that moral code and they wouldn’t kill her, beat her up perhaps, but killing was out of their realm, this put her at quite an advantage.
“Mr. President, I’ve been waiting quite a long time to speak with you, you see. You’ve always been a sort of…” she paused in her sentence her lips twisting up in a smile. “An admirer of mine, and no they aren’t good things, they are all terribly bad things. I’ve wanted to have a conversation with you for some time, how lucky for me that I finally get the chance.”
As she didn’t get much of a reaction from him, she features twisted so fast that it was hard to remember that she’d been in a good mood only seconds before. Her sneer was full of anger and she moved away from him with a slam of her hands on the top of his chair. As her fists struck at his chair, the two points between his head froze and grew upwards into two little points only an inch long. “You Sir should learn to answer, a lady when she speaks to you,” her words held a bit of laughter in them, of course he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t even defend himself, she’d taken his ability to speak, the gag in his mouth preventing words and only gifting him the ability the grunt and give her the pleasure of muffled screams.
As she turned to leave his oval office she heard the shattering of the ice as the White house massive doors were forced open. She frowned and turned on her heel, knowing all too well who was about to be making an appearance very soon. As she returned to the office, she positioned herself behind the bound man, her hand pressing against his neck and her thumb up over his cheek, her fingers brushing ice over his neck as it started to crawl over his neck, as one came into the office first, others coming from the hall. As the one who walked into the oval office and stopped in their tracks at the scene before them. “The League sent you?…I suppose I shouldn't be picky.” Her lips twisted up in a challenging grin.
Her hand twisted around behind her and she hauled a little girl in a lovely black dress that was spotted with vibrant pink poke-a-dots, and matching pink socks. She was no more then six, and her fingers pressed bruisingly into the small childs throat, as the little girls black pigtails fell down her shoulders and her face crumpled and she whimpered, tears and snot soon starting to flow down the childs throat as she choked on a sob. "Let's talk and maybe, just maybe I won't make this little girl an icicle, one wrong move and she's gone. Think you can handle it hot stuff?" she gave the teen a killer grin. She wanted their attention and now she had it, but the question was why? Why was she her and what did she want?
TAG: Any memeber of a Superhero team.