Post by Naomi "Catwoman" Hardy on Dec 13, 2010 17:47:58 GMT -6
Naomi stood in the JFK airport with her suitcases in hand. It was sad to her, realizing that all of her possessions fit in two suitcases and three large boxes. She had had one bag packed for months just sitting in the corner of her apartment. She had stayed in New York for too long. It was her home, where she was comfortable. She hadn't been in Gotham since her trainig had ended when Selina had died. It was about time she moved. She needed to write her own story, make her own path. Up until now she had been living in the shadow of the Hardy family. Stealing what she needed to live how she wanted. It was time for a change. For the less selfish side of crime.
She boarded her plane...there was horrible turbulence for the whole flight. By the time she arrived in Gotham, she knew that cats were never intended to fly. She got her bags from baggage claim, ignoring the creepy and unusual man that she had been seated next to for the duration of the flight. He was staring at her with hungry eyes and practically drooling on himself. Ew.
She rolled her black suitcase to the curb and held her other suitcase in her hand. So far so good. Unfortunately, hailing a cab in Gotham was almost worse than hailing a cab in New York. She quickly grew frustrated and stepped out into the street, whistling loudly for a cab. One quickly stopped for her, put her bags in the trunk and even opened the door for her. There were plus sides to being cursed with such beauty. She sat in the back and slammed the door before the cabbie had a chance to. He took her to her street, put her bags on the curb and left her staring around at Gotham. "Wow...killer view" she murmured, staring around. Considering how much money she had made in stolen goods, she had landed herself an apartment on a ridge in the land, viewing the lights of the city. She made her way into her apartment building, had an aggravating conversation with the concierge service (which was then solved by her cleavage) and was soon in the elevator.
Considering the amount of slimy grovelling men she had dealt with today, she was glad that she and her suitcases took up most of the elevator. When the door opened and she made it inside her new apartment on that floor, she immediately relocked the door and began to unpack. She was very particular about where things should be. After a shower and a perfect styling of her hair, she pulled out the only items still in the suitcase. Time to suit up.
In next to no time she was atop a building in downtown Gotham, enjoying the view. (and looking for her first target). She had made sure to do research first. There was a showroom of rare jewels and ancient jewelery now recovered, all of it (New and Old) from Egypt. She smiled, shot out her right grappling hook with a satisfying ' woosh...clink' and swung right up to the front window. She smiled and then put her diamond-tipped claws to good use, cutting out a little crawlspace for herself to get inside the store. She, however, tripped the lazer sensors. Alarms went off and she swore. She hadn't thought to check. What an amateur move. She had to move fast before Gotham PD arrived. She started grabbing the fascinatingly sparkly jewels.
She boarded her plane...there was horrible turbulence for the whole flight. By the time she arrived in Gotham, she knew that cats were never intended to fly. She got her bags from baggage claim, ignoring the creepy and unusual man that she had been seated next to for the duration of the flight. He was staring at her with hungry eyes and practically drooling on himself. Ew.
She rolled her black suitcase to the curb and held her other suitcase in her hand. So far so good. Unfortunately, hailing a cab in Gotham was almost worse than hailing a cab in New York. She quickly grew frustrated and stepped out into the street, whistling loudly for a cab. One quickly stopped for her, put her bags in the trunk and even opened the door for her. There were plus sides to being cursed with such beauty. She sat in the back and slammed the door before the cabbie had a chance to. He took her to her street, put her bags on the curb and left her staring around at Gotham. "Wow...killer view" she murmured, staring around. Considering how much money she had made in stolen goods, she had landed herself an apartment on a ridge in the land, viewing the lights of the city. She made her way into her apartment building, had an aggravating conversation with the concierge service (which was then solved by her cleavage) and was soon in the elevator.
Considering the amount of slimy grovelling men she had dealt with today, she was glad that she and her suitcases took up most of the elevator. When the door opened and she made it inside her new apartment on that floor, she immediately relocked the door and began to unpack. She was very particular about where things should be. After a shower and a perfect styling of her hair, she pulled out the only items still in the suitcase. Time to suit up.
In next to no time she was atop a building in downtown Gotham, enjoying the view. (and looking for her first target). She had made sure to do research first. There was a showroom of rare jewels and ancient jewelery now recovered, all of it (New and Old) from Egypt. She smiled, shot out her right grappling hook with a satisfying ' woosh...clink' and swung right up to the front window. She smiled and then put her diamond-tipped claws to good use, cutting out a little crawlspace for herself to get inside the store. She, however, tripped the lazer sensors. Alarms went off and she swore. She hadn't thought to check. What an amateur move. She had to move fast before Gotham PD arrived. She started grabbing the fascinatingly sparkly jewels.
