Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2013 11:33:32 GMT -5
Youth is Wasted on the Young
Story By: Peyton Riley
Heroes:
Villains: Peyton Riley, Scarface, Catwoman, Mouse
Plot:
Peyton Riley: An older but well taken care of limo sits behind Gotham's Ancient History museum. A door opens and a blonde in a slinky black dress slips out carrying a grizzly looking puppet dressed in a pinstrip suit. She quietly closes the car door. "Scarface... is this a good idea? we don't usually make an appearance while business is being taken care of..." she walks into the back door of the loading which had been jimmied open, the security lights were still on. (c)
Peyton Riley: "They took too long to swap out the real goods with da fakes... something is up and we put too much into dis to let them screw it up!" as they enter the museum's warehouse the puppet looks about, looking at the crates all about them. "Over dere doll, to the left. Yes, dis is da stuff! da fresh shipment of greek and egyptian artifacts, dey haven't even been checked in yet." he makes a ticking sound in his voice. "Aw look at dat, dis crate is all smashed up. Da incompatint louses! open it up! I wanna make sure it nothing got broken." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looks around nervously and kneels down to open the crate. "But scarface.... if our guys aren't here... maybe something happened to them... we should be careful..." (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll faces the blonde. "Shaddup! Ya dizzy blonde and open dat crate!" peyton tugs and opens the crate focused on her task. (d)
Mouse: Night, safer at night, the small figure slipped from shadow to shadow. There should be all evening now, records redirected, shipment manifests jumbled, only she knew what was where, and whilst the Grecian urns and artefacts were on their way to Keystone, the cartouche of the Restoration of Osiris by Isis was here in Gotham. That is unless the dolts hadn’t messed it up themselves. You never can trust deliveries. That’s if they hadn’t smashed it up already either. She darted for another shadow, even in the quiet of the museum, so careful, unseen, unnoticed. The small woman in the grey bodysuit. Covered head to toe, even her face, even to the dark ovals of her corrective lenses. She crouched as she slipped by the Egyptian exhibits. –c-
Mouse: Once she had the cartouche, and had passed that on to her employer, the score at Bertinelli’s would seem like peanuts, mmmm peanuts. Her stomach began to growl, it was always hard to eat before a heist, the butterflies always seemed to want to reject what she tried to send their way.
The museum felt like home, the quiet, the peace, the ancientness, the solidity, she felt comfortable in the silence amidst the old things, catalogued and ordered, she could have been at home, if things, had been different, that might have been a life instead of… her heart was starting to race again and so she paused, stopping between the cabinets, squatting once more to remove her tablet, wasn’t technology marvelous? If only she’d had a tablet like this before, she slipped the data around the screen again, the manifests made it clear, the mask of Agamemnon was meant to be in the loading bay, she checked her list. –c-
Mouse: That crate was in Keystone now, which meant the one bearing its label downstairs now had to contain the cartouche. She stood again and skipped forward towards the stairs, this was too easy. Selina never came up with any this easy? She always managed to find maniacs with guns. What was there going to be here, an olde timer with a nightstick?
Down the stairs her heart was speeding up again ‘Come on, stay calm, THIS one is ieasy, and the pay day…. It was crazy no one else wanted this’ and then she laughed to herself, because of course they did, but they were headed to Keystone. A cruel laugh slipped out of her a moment and then died. Voices, light and harsh and familiar. Her heart tightened into a ball the size of a pea. Although some would claim it didn’t have far to go –e-
Catwoman: The new exhibit at the Gotham Ancient History Museum was sure to draw a lot of crowds, children who were too young to be bored with the old would look at the artifacts in awe then move onto the next. Fingers would reach out to touch, hands would be grabbed and the young would be ushered along while the more seasoned citizens of Gotham would admire the history and think of the past and what it brought today. At night a different crowd would loom, a passerby without a noble bone in their body would fathom chucking a rock at the nearest window, running in to grab something they wouldn’t even have the slightest idea of what it was and try to sell it off to some fancy black market art dealer. Others, like Selina Kyle, would have used a skylight, not tripped a single alarm then would have noted with distaste as a group of men would smash boxes without a care, and try to replace those beautiful artifacts with fakes.-c
Catwoman: A small diversion in her plan led to six unconscious men, littered throughout one of the storage rooms; and how easy it was to make one shout and have all of the others come running like a pack of barking dogs with a bite that couldn‘t clamp around a cat on their best day. Idiots. She walked freely now, swinging her whip behind her both lazily and playfully as she took her time looking in each case. Of course she knew exactly where everything was, she’d made “shopping” trips here before, but it was fun to pretend for a moment that she might take that ugly statue to her left, or the interesting mask on the right. But no, Catwoman was here for one thing, and one thing alone, and it would look so good on a bookshelf. After all, cats called to cats, and the statue she had her green eyes on was absolutely perfect. Rounding a corner annoyance lit up her face as voices sounded, voices that were all too familiar. “It looks like I found the ringleader to that terrible excuse for a job.”-c
Catwoman: She whispered to herself as she crouched down and slunk along lower counters and then…then something else caught her attention, that had anger flaring to life inside of her. A pair of mouse ears, peeking up from a hiding place, and then a hideous laugh that made her hair stand on end. “Hell, the gang is all here.” Never one to be shy, Catwoman stood straight and walked into the center of the room, her mask covered eyes pointedly looking straight into Mouse’s face before she smiled slowly at Peyton. “Fancy meeting you here.”-e
Peyton Riley: Peyton pulls a large handled urn out of the broken box. she pulls out the packing slip. "Oinochoe of Hebe" she reads aloud. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Dere we go sugar, da jackpot!" said the puppet with glee in his course voice. "Dis one is worth a tidy sum. Hehe, some think dis really belonged to dat Hebe baby." he got a confused look from Peyton. "Ya know one of dose greek goddesses. She was dere baretneder and poured da wine. Dis is supposedly her wine jug." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton pulls out the oionchoe and sits it on the floor, still looking at scarface confused. "Hm, looks like the bottom of the box is really broken up... but I don't see any cracks or anything." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface growls, "Dose dummies! were dey tossing boxes marked fragile on purpose?! Go to dat janitor's closet and fill up da jug wit' water! Now Sugar! If dere is a crack in dat thing it won't be worth the packing peanuts it came in!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton sets down scarface and rushes over carrying the large ceramic jug to the sink filling it with water. "It seems okay honey." she smiles looking at it, bring it over filled to the brim with water, setting it down in front of Scarface. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Good, good. Now jus..." Scarface was interrupted as an old 'friend' slinked in behind them. "Well, well, if it isn't da kitty. I guess dat answers who took out our boys." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton quickly stands up. "Catwoman." she smiles. "I didn't know you wanted to be in on this too..." she notes Selina's gaze and steps out a bit seeing Pamela behind the shelving. "Oh and Pamela's here too..." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface growled with frustration, the puppet still sitting on the floor. "Dammit Sugar, dis isn't social hour! Pick me up!" she dashed over and scooped up the doll. "Dis is da way it is ladies... dis job is ours!
We get first picks. You can take whatever is left kitty and da mouse can get da crumbs!" (d)
Mouse: ‘OF COURSE! SHE HAD to be here’ The thought hit her like a train and Pamela almost stumbled backwards, the cocksure way the bitch looked her straight in the eyes, always so damn proud of herself. The swagger, the sway of the hips, so damn sure, Pamela’s fingers moved reflexively again and that cold slippery feeling slid down her spine again. ‘Stop looking at me!’ she wanted to cry out and then Selina sidestepped and Peyton was looking right at her to. ‘Well, like THAT wasn’t deliberate!’ her tiny heart squeezed another drop of blood around her body and straightened up, no point in trying to hide now. It was going to be such an easy score, she should have known something would go wrong… it always did. –c-
Mouse: Pamela stepped out from the semi cover her tablet held loosely at her side. “Hi… uh.. everyone.. class reunion .. huh?” She nodded at the doll “Mr Face… Sugar…” and without turning to Selina “…Sourpuss.” She started edging towards the crate she wanted “Ha ha. Yes. crumbs, crumbs for the little mouse.. hilarious…well I only want one crumb and I’m sure it’s not anything that anybody else wants it’s just a little mask… yes before you say it.. I’m sure I DO need it. So how about we all take what we came for and then we can forget this whole mess every happened?” She started to raise her hands, one open the other holding the tablet. Oh hell it wasn’t outwards was it? They weren’t looking at the image of the cartouche were they. Nahh it could have been anything. “Are we all calm” She wasn’t her heart was racing, tight but beating out a flutter to match the butterflies in her guts.-c-
Mouse: The crate she needed was just there, just there not 12 feet away just behind Peyton ‘Just GO AWAY you crazy bitch!’ she screamed inside as she made herself smile. –e-
Catwoman: The smile towards Peyton grew, no matter what Selina found herself fond of the other woman, and less so of her other half which was nearly stated when her green eyes turned to Scarface and were cold. “No accounting for taste.” The dig was towards “their boys” and the rather distasteful jug the two had in front of them. It wasn’t a reunion she was expecting, and though it put a damper on her plans she was already figuring out a way to pin her heist on them. It amused her, the reaction from Pamela, and the reaction from Scarface, he actually tried to tell her how things were going to go. Cute. Opening her mouth to speak she paused as she slid a sideways glance to Mouse who was making her way towards a crate and like a cat following prey Catwoman moved after her, taking careful steps and making it a point that those dangerous heels clicked loudly on the smooth floor. “What do you have there?” -c
Catwoman: She purred out the question, now entirely focused on her once partner and the shiny electronic she had in her hand. It was a rare occasion when Selina wasn’t calm, and by the look on her face she was just as relaxed as ever as she smirked and lunged for the tablet in Mouse’s hand. It wasn’t something she *really* wanted, she just wanted to scare the little creature, and the lunge was playful, easy to see. If Catwoman had wanted what Mouse had, she would have gotten it without any fuss. –e
Peyton Riley: Peyton just smiles at Pamela as she stepped out, nodding politely as she is greeted. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles at Pamelas little jokes and her deadpan reaction to getting stuck with the crumbs. "I'm glad to see ya sense of humor is still intact lil Mouse" he makes a tiching sound in his throat. "I'm sorry to spoil your good mood" his tone not sorry at all. "But ya aren't going anywhere until we figure out who is makin' away with wh..." He was cut off as Catwoman followed behind the inching mouse, like a cat on the hunt. Peyton and Scarface watching selina go after the tablet, teasing Pamela. Scarface chuckled. "As much as I do love watching a good catfight..." Scarface's tommy gun whips up to focus on the two women. "we have to be careful here, we all want da artifacts and if we horse around we could damage dem and den we all lose. so let's put away our guns and horse whips. Sugar and I get to browse through dese things first!" scarface doesn't lower his own gun at all. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looks at scarface and bites her lip. "Scarface... we only came for the jug, everything else was bonus, let's just see what they wan..." she was interrupted as the puppet's wooden hand came up and smacked her hard across the cheek leaving a red mark. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Shaddup! Can't ya see da adults are talkin here?" growls scarface as tears build up in peyton's good eye. A flicker of anger appears in her eye and quickly goes extinguishes. (d)
Mouse: Pamela could believe it , of course Selina was following every move, if only she could get that tablet out of view and into her backpack, get it out of sight and her fingers on her gun. She was beginning to wonder why she didn’t just strap a gun to herself like some of the madmen around the city did. Maybe they had the right idea after all. Strap yourself up with guns and crossbows and bazookas like some baglady for Armageddon. The bitch was lunging for the tablet already, she was squeaking before she even knew it “Get your fingers away, Selina, sheeesh, come on.” -c-
Mouse: She tried to duck out of the way, Selina’s fingers narrowly missing, and she put out her hand to push Selina away, but it was batted away almost playfully and a long slender limb passed in front of her face, the elbow connecting lightly with her nose ‘that could have been harder if she meant it’ lithe fingers gripping the tablet and though Selina only had it gripped between thumb and forefinger it was already slipping out of Pamela’s grasp. “Get off you cow!” She stamped at Selina’s foot. –c-
Mouse: To Pamela’s amazement the stamp connected, the tablet slipped between her fingers ‘Oh God, what have I done?’ “I’m sorry Selina, I didn’t mean it” ‘I damn well did, but it should have been a bullet between your pretty green eyes’ The tablet popped out and Selina had it –e-
Catwoman: She could feel the cool surface of the tablet between her gloved fingers and her eyes narrowed on Pamela as she felt the sharp stamp to her foot. It annoyed her more than hurt, scuffing up her favorite pair of boots. It would have been easy to retaliate with violence, and Mouse wouldn’t have stood a chance but instead Selina simply waved the tablet in front of Pam’s face teasingly, as if to say ‘Haha’ or ‘Finders Keepers’. Her attention was pulled away then by the sound of Scarface’s voice and she turned easily, putting her back to Pamela without a car in the world. It wasn’t as if she didn’t realize what the woman was capable of by now, she just knew that by far Catwoman was faster, stronger, and much more vicious. The gun strapped to her lower back glinted in the light up at Pam and Selina clicked her tongue towards Scarface. “Pulling a gun on me when you’re worried about the fragile things around us? I don’t think you thought this one through.” -c
Catwoman: Her hand snatched out and she grabbed onto Mouse’s wrist, pulling the woman forward with her, not using her as a shield but not shielding her either. In the moment Peyton was slapped, Catwoman’s hand closed painfully around Mouse’s wrist in reaction and her teeth clenched though her eyes remained playful. “We can always work together, like old times.” Cats weren’t known to wait to be invited so she easily strode up to Peyton and Scarface, letting go of Mouse then to inspect the Jug. “What’s important about this watering can?”-e
Peyton Riley: Peyton looked at Scarface with teary eyes, she then looked up at the two women fighting over the tablet, the taller woman teasing and keeping it away from the smaller one. She looked back at Scarface, "Adults, Mr. Scarface?" she asked dubiously.
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled at Selina's question. "Oh, I'm always thinkin' kitty. But I'm not stupid enough to put down my weapon first, especially since Sugar is defensless." his voice ending in a coddling tone. There was a pause as the catwoman spoke and the puppet replied, sounding pleased. "Working together does sound nice, as long as no one tries to backstab each other dis time. Heheh."
Peyton Riley: Peyton watches Selina slink up to the jug. "It's an oinochoe, an ancient greek wine jug. Some think it belonged to a goddess. Which is probably why it is as worth as much everything else here all togeth..."
Peyton Riley: Scarface interrupted Peyton, the dummy turning around and getting in Peyton's face. "Shaddup! I told ya to keep yer mouth shut! Why are ya helpin' dem?! we ain't friends, we're competitors!"
Peyton Riley: Peyton turned her head to the side, sniffiling, managing a weak. "Sorry, Mr. Scarface..."
Mouse: “Ow Ow Ow Ow OW!” Pamela squeaked as she was wrenched around by her wrist, and unceremoniously dumped to the side. She pouted, petulantly rubbing her sore wrist and watching the two taller women, Selina leering over the jug. ‘Worth more than the rest together? It might have been, but for the little switch’. She started to edge a little closer to see what all the drooling was about? It looked pretty bland, dull and dusty and the sparse decoration crazed with time. “It doesn’t look like much.”
Catwoman: “Oinochoe?” No, it certainly didn’t ring any bells not that it would. As far as value of an object went, she didn’t always go for the most expensive, often times (unless she was working for someone else) she went with what appealed to her. This jug certainly didn’t appeal to her at all. As Mouse pouted Selina flicked her jade gaze to the smaller woman and smiled easily. “What do you think, Little Mouse? Are your knobby knees knocking together in excitement of how much money this little,” She looked back at the jug in distaste. “Gem could get you?” Selina stood straight, ignoring the bickering between Peyton and…well, herself before slipping around behind Mouse as she inched forward to look at the jug in question. “It’s pretty plain, suits you, don’t you think?” With the tablet still in one hand her other closed over the Mouse tail on the back of Pamela’s suit and gave it a light tug.
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled at Mouse's and Catwoman's reactions. "Dat's because it's not much. Ya gotta excuse Sugar, she doesn't always knows what she's talkin' about. We just got a private collector who loves junk like dis. Butterin' dem up sayin' it's from a goddess only sweetens da deal. We'd be lucky to get deposit refund from dis can oth'rwise. So da kitty doesn't want it. I'm guessin' da lil mouse has no real interst in it either." his voice was slick and sleek, like a used carsalesman trying to dismiss the jug, that was obviously importanat to him.
Peyton Riley: Peyton watched the two not liking how close they were getting to the jug. She made a gesture to speak, but scarface turned to face her and stared at her with those unblinking eyes and she closed her mouth.
Mouse: ‘Typical’ she thought as Selina tugged on the tail, ‘The first time I wear one of these things and Selina has to go tugging on it… I got the idea from her in the first place’. She angry tugged the tail back, wish Selina’s still had one for retaliation. “Well junk is what it looks like… “ she advanced towards Selina”and if you’ll give me my property back!” she snatched for her tablet. “I’ll leave you two porkers to your oinking thing in private”
Catwoman: Selina smirked as Pamela tugged her tail back like a sulky child. “Junk heaps suit little rats.” The cat almost said it in a sing song voice as she glanced at Scarface as he gave his little speech. “Oh Pammy here might want it, you never know!” Without even looking at the Mouse, Catwoman danced to the side as she snatched for her tablet, high heeled shoes sliding easily out of the way as she slinked around Peyton, dodging each attempt for Pamela to get her tablet back. “Don’t make me drop it, it might break!” It was like teasing a kid in school, and the little cheese monger was the perfect candidate. All the while Selina was sprinkling fibers from the mouse tail on Pamela’s suit around the area that were trapped against her claws.
Peyton Riley: Scarface has a stern but even tone. "Although I don't appreciate yer disrespectin' Mouse... I'll let it slide dis once 'cause yer willing to let us take it off yer hands." The barrel of the tommy gun dips down. "Okay Sugar, just go ahead and... hey!" growled Scarface as Selina and
Pamela nearly bump into them as the kitty plays keep away from the mouse.
Peyton Riley: Peyton cranes her head over her shoulder to see what the two are up to. She smirks a bit at the teasing and takes a step closer to the jug to get out of the their way.
Peyton Riley: "Stop it!" growled Scarface. "Da two of youse! Yer leavin' evidence! an' rough housin' is what causes accidents!" he said sounding a bit like a grumpy and tired father with obnoxious children. "Now knock it off!"
Mouse: “Aww come on” she reached again lunging, not quite believing she was lunging at Selina, longing to stamp again… or something. Twice she almost caught and arm, but then her foot tangled in the tail “Damn it!” she had time to think as her heel dug into the cloth and stuck, and as she tried to step it caused her foot to catch, to trip “Who wears a tail? Never Again” and she fell, head first against Selina, almost a tackle had it been even slightly intentional. Toppling toward Peyton, she had just a moment to swing her elbow forward in the hopes of catching a tender place on Selina
Catwoman: Catwoman wiggled her hips as she continued the childish dance at Mouse’s expense then let out a quickly exit of air as the smaller woman fell into her, catching a bony elbow to her Kevlar covered ribs. Not expecting the shift of weight she was forced to rock back on those dangerous heels in almost a comical manner, arms coming out to the sides to try and balance but in the end it did no good as both of the women crashed into the back of one Peyton Riley at nearly full force of their weight. “You stupid…!” Selina managed to get out as she shoved a hand against Mouse’s shoulder and dropped the tablet out of her other hand as she tried to catch herself with her other hand as they fell. “Rat!”
Villainess: Peyton gave a surprised little shriek as the cat and mouse stumbled into her, caught out guard as the two of them barreled into each other at full force. She put a hand up to protect herself, the other clutching scarface to her chest protectively, but went down with them, crashing into the water filled ceramic jug she was so close to. Tripping and falling over the jug, knocking it over as they went down in a heap.
Time almost seemed to slow down as the jug tipped over, water pouring out and spilling across the floor. The water was glowing with a bright golden light, it was hard to look at. The liquid light splashed as it ran out of the ancient container, hitting each woman as they toppled with it.
They would feel an energy flow through each of them, the water soaking into them like they were sponges. It felt good invigorating and... different. Wrong. There was one last bright flash of light followed by a burst of silent sonic sound that seemed to ripple through the women as they were knocked off their feet, being greeted by the sinking darkness of unconsciousness.
A while later, although it would be hard to know exactly how much time passed they all started to wake up. <c>
Villainess: "Sugar. Sugar get up ya dizzy blonde!" growled a muffled voice. <c>
Villainess: Peyton looked up all she could see was a sea of blonde hair. She brushed it aside and gasped. She could see! She could really see, she had her full range of vision. Like she had both eyes... "S-scarface?" said a scared little voice "I... something happ.." she squeaked. Her voice it was so high! what was going on? she slowly sat up and felt her little black dress hang on her so, falling down a bit, it was huge! she looked down and gave a little shriek. Her body! what happened to her body!? she looked like she was 12, no 13! Gone were her long legs and her seductive curves were just starting to come in. she reached up with scrambling little hands and touched her face. The scar... the scar was gone! she started to cry, tears of fear and joy at the same time. She grabbed the doll and held him to her chest, hands clenching about him like he was a life preserver. <c>
Villainess: "Hey dere... don't cry Sugar... we'll... we'll figure dis out." said the puppet who hung limply in her arms. His voice was the same, growly and gruff, despite the little throat it came from. But there was something mouse and catwoman rarely heard. There was a kindness to the voice. A care and concern to it. "It's okay... It's okay..." consoled the voice to the weeping girl. <d>
Mouse: Pamela heard the little shriek and twisted as they feel trying to reach again as she saw the tablet tumble, spinning in the air, almost in slow motion. “Noooooo…” Like in the movies, facial muscles in slow motion, they actually felt like they were falling in slow motion, she had time to think as she watched the tablet “...ooooooooooooooh… not my tablet” as it spun towards the ground. A crash and water and the tablet falling into an expanding puddle with a pathetic little fizz and blinking out. Just as the lights seemed to blink out too. “Bugger!” The world went black.
When Pamela woke up she was laying on face down on someone’s butt, a skinny butt in some kind baggy black and very rough material, her nose pressed between.. “Oh hell no…” . Pamela pushed herself away “Ewww” but in trying to stand she found her hands and feet entangled in gloves and boots too long for her, so that they wrapped around and entangled her further causing her to tumble back whence she came and face plant firmly once more on the boney backside, rubbing her nose raw on the rough material as she wedged back into the same position “Typical” <e>
Catwoman: Down into a lump of limbs and bodies they went as Catwoman squinted at the bright light then found herself spiraling down into darkness just as the sound of an electronic fizzling reached her ears. ‘Heh. Serves her right.’ Was her last thought as she went limp on top of Peyton. -
The term “rude awakening” had been something that Selina Kyle had gotten used to pretty much her entire life. From the time she was a little girl until only two mornings before the lady thief could pretty much use the term as a general definition of her life (except for those rather pleasant times of waking up on the arm of some handsome billionaire ). She came too with a start, the sound of a shrieking woman and the feel of something firmly hitting her rear causing her head to lift up from the crook of her arm. “The hell…?” Somehow she wondered if they had all decided to get drunk, and passed out, until a red dress came into view. It took a moment, to realize that her mask had slid down her nose, partially blocking her vision and when she reached up to move it back into place she found a floppy glove smacking her in the face. “What the hell…?” -
Lifting her head more she looked over her shoulder, hair that was far shorter than she remembered having tickling her nose and glared at the woman who had faceplanted in a -very- awkward position. “What the hell!” Selina shrieked as she smacked that floppy glove covered hand upside of the head rat that was invading her personal space and then she froze and scrambled up, suit slipping off of one shoulder as she looked between the two woman, sitting on her knees. “What in the hell!” A finger was pointed at Pamela. “What did you do!?” Came the much younger voice of the fierce Catwoman as the glove slipped off completely, splatting onto the floor between them. -e-
Villainess: As the blonde's crying slowed she noticed that someone was on top of her. she heard a young fierce voice and a slap and felt the body slide off her. she slowy got up onto her knees too. She gasped as she saw the other two girls, seeing the floppy gloves, one sliding off and landing on the floor as the little mouse was accused. They looked so small and young! she looked at the tipped jug and the water they were in, things slowly coming together... "It wasn't her! It's the water from the jug! It must have really belonged to a goddess! She... she was the goddess of youth.. and now... and now..." <c>
Villainess: "And now, I'm stuck with bunch of snot nosed kids." growled the puppet. "Now we got kittygirl and pinkie. Heheh!" the puppet started to laugh. "you two should see yerselves! Heheh!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton frowned, panic sliding into her voice. "Scarface! this isn't funny! something really wrong happened to us!" she looked about wild eyed, her breathing coming out in gasps with her panic. <c>
Villainess: The puppet spoke. "Sugar, calm down. ya gotta put yerself together. We gotta get outta here, get somewhere safe and figgure out what da hell is goin' on!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton nodded and took some deep breathes. She kicked off her over sized shoes and slowly got up, Scarface tucked under one arm like a teddy bear, the other hand grabbing her shoes before taking holding of the top of her dress. She just didn't have the figure to hold up the shoulderless dress now, although, she was clearly an early bloomer. The dress was damp, clinging to her. With her shorter stature, the cocktail dress went to her ankles now, dragging a bit. She looked about at everything, looking very distracted and confused. "Moose is outside with the car, she'll take us somewhere safe..." <d>
Mouse: As Selina scrambled up, thankfully resisting the possibility of making Pamela’s indignity any worse, Pamela rolled to one side wrapped in a mesh of too long gloves and boots, a grey and white cocoon, she rolled helpessly onto her back as an accusatory finger was jabbed in her direction, barely visible behind the eye pieces that had slipped down her face. “Me!? Why do you assume..” The voice was lighter, her own voice too was even squeakier to her ears than before, unable to move her arms bound as she was by her own costume she shook her head, but now she was looking into what must have been the top of her mask, the weight of the ‘ears’, pressing against her face, and it was dark again. She heard the sound of something wetly falling on the floor. “Selina? Your voice has gone all squeaky…What’s going on?”
The answer, when it came, was from another vice, light and young as Selina’s had sounded. Pamela shook her head again but now she couldn’t see anything at all “The water?”. And then laughter, gruff but at the same time light, as a child trying to sound tough. “Kids?” Pamela began to roll back and forth trying to extricate herself from her own gloves and tail “Will someone PLEASE help me out of this?” The joke was wearing thin.
Catwoman: Green eyes looked down, followed by her head which caused her mask to slide completely off of her face as she looked at her glove in confusion then looked back at Mouse, that finger slowly lowering. Why was did she look like her costume was suddenly multiple sizes too big? Why did her glove come off? Why…was there a draft? Slowly her eyes trailed over to Peyton and Selina jumped up, heels clacking loudly as she stood wobbling on the boots that looked like fish man boots they were so loose on her legs. “Oh my god.” It was near a wail as she looked between the two shrunken women then slowly down at herself. The front of her outfit was baggy and quickly her hands came up to grope at her own chest. “My boobs! Where did you go?” This time, it was a bit of a childish wail as Selina stumbled forward in her heels. “How can I possibly seduce someone now?” They had been turned into…kids? -
Her hand came out and snatched the mask off of Mouse’s head quickly as she glared down at her then she through it back at her head before turning her gaze to Peyton. “If you think I’m getting in the car with your giant hulk of a woman, looking like this,” The speech was interrupted as both her whip and utility belt decided then to slip off of what little hips she had and clunk to the floor. “…let’s go.” She ordered both woman.
Villainess: Peyton could only stare as Pamela was buried in her over sized mouse costume and saw selina stare at her once skin tight thieve's outfit, blushing as it slid down revealing her chest or what was left of it. <c>
Villainess: Scarface chuckled that nasty laugh as Selina gave a wail that only a kid could give in a temper tantrum. "Hehe, looks like you'll have to wait a few years fer yer slink curves kitty. Until den, maybe da men think you're cute." The doll's head turned and started to chuckle he had as pamela floundered in her oversized costume. "Heheh, she's like a fish outta water and caught in a net!" <c>
Villainess: "Scarface, that isn't nice. I'm not filling out my dress either." hissed Peyton as makes her way over to Pamela. <c>
Villainess: "I can't help it sugar, it's hil'arious! Heheh." chuckles the doll as the blonde set him down with her shoes, leaning scarface against the frustrated mouse. "Hey don't put me down!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton ignores scarface and starts to adjust mouse's outfit, her own dress sliding down again, to be yanked up. She was straightening out, rolling up, and cinching up the large costume the best she can. Peyton listens to Selina's protests about going into the car with her hired muscle. She sighs and is about to reply when, Selina's whip and belt slid of her slight hips. Even the young blonde smiled when saw Selina quickly change her mind. She looks over mouse, with a little smile, her wet hair matted to her cheeks, revealed her whole face, young, unscarred with life, both blue eyes looking at pamela. "There we go, we better follow Selina before she starts yelling at Moose." she helped up the young mouse, scooped up her doll and shoes, and yanked her top up again to hold it. Hurriedly following selina.
Mouse: Pamela tried to squirm into a sitting position but all she seemed to do was inch across the floor like a caterpillar, her butt rising and falling several times before she gave up. This was getting her nowhere. She listened as the pitch of Selina’s voice rose higher and higher with each revelation, a snort of laughter finally escaping her at Selina’s wail of despair , this joke wouldn’t wear thin, this joke she could enjoy all day. “No boobs, no seduction? Welcome to my world, Selina.” The laugh was cut short as her mask was whipped off past her nose rubbed red raw as she had fallen onto Selina. “Owwww.” But she smiled again to see Selina skinny and straight as a broom handle, her belt around her ankles.
Pamela squirmed again, her long damp red hair flopping across her face. “Well I can’t go can i? Not like this.” It was a relief when Peyton finally began to unwrap her and helped her to stand, but then the young blonde was away pulling her dress up again around her tiny frame. Selina had already vanished from sight.
Pamela took a faltering step as her long boot quickly floded under her foot again and she tumbled into a lengthy roll, coming to rest against a box, once more trussed up like a turkey. Peyton heard the sound and as she returned Pamela could see the irritation in her faice as Peyton grabbed hold of her ‘tail’ and rolled her ”Ooof that’s it untangle…” but instead she came to a jarring halt and then found herself on her side and folded double as Peyton grabbed her tail and began dragging her backwards, towards the door. Her eyes widened a moment at the discomfort and indignity before they slowly closed again in resignation.
It was a relief when the tugging stopped, except that there was suddenly the sound of heavy breathing and then she was jerked again as a huge hand grabbed the voluminous costume around her and wrapping the fabric in a great fist proceeded to carry her out of the building like a holdall. <e>
Catwoman: Horrible, this was so horrible. Between the pint-sized Peyton and the “Pinkie” Mouse as Scarface had so aptly called her, this was like some kind of nightmare. Reaching down Selina swiped up her fallen equipment and glove and turned on a wobbling heel to stomp her way outside, leaving Peyton to deal with the soggy rat. Clutching the belt and whip to her chest she tried to adjust the front of her suit before grabbing the zipper and yanked it all the way up to her chin. “Won’t come off now, will you?” The little girl hissed at the fabric, flexing red painted nails in the air, as if she were a puffed up kitten ready to take a swipe at something. Moose was standing outside, waiting like the good “little” assistant and while she was looking around aimlessly, the Cat…girl…slinked as quietly as possible, shuffling her feet so her heels wouldn’t make so much noise and slipped into the back of the car, waiting. “How old am I? Eight? Ten?” -
Patting a hand to her flat chest she piled her equipment in her lap then turned green eyes to the window where Mouse had been lifted and let out a laugh, followed by another one. Oh god, the indignation Pamela must have been feeling! As the back door was opened, and Mouse tossed inside with her, Selina picked up her legs then promptly set them along Mouse, like a cushion, reaching down and grabbing her soggy rat tail. “This is all your fault you know.” She jabbed the end of the tail against Pamela’s cheek, making it squish. “All. Your. Fault.”
Story By: Peyton Riley
Heroes:
Villains: Peyton Riley, Scarface, Catwoman, Mouse
Plot:
Peyton Riley: An older but well taken care of limo sits behind Gotham's Ancient History museum. A door opens and a blonde in a slinky black dress slips out carrying a grizzly looking puppet dressed in a pinstrip suit. She quietly closes the car door. "Scarface... is this a good idea? we don't usually make an appearance while business is being taken care of..." she walks into the back door of the loading which had been jimmied open, the security lights were still on. (c)
Peyton Riley: "They took too long to swap out the real goods with da fakes... something is up and we put too much into dis to let them screw it up!" as they enter the museum's warehouse the puppet looks about, looking at the crates all about them. "Over dere doll, to the left. Yes, dis is da stuff! da fresh shipment of greek and egyptian artifacts, dey haven't even been checked in yet." he makes a ticking sound in his voice. "Aw look at dat, dis crate is all smashed up. Da incompatint louses! open it up! I wanna make sure it nothing got broken." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looks around nervously and kneels down to open the crate. "But scarface.... if our guys aren't here... maybe something happened to them... we should be careful..." (c)
Peyton Riley: The doll faces the blonde. "Shaddup! Ya dizzy blonde and open dat crate!" peyton tugs and opens the crate focused on her task. (d)
Mouse: Night, safer at night, the small figure slipped from shadow to shadow. There should be all evening now, records redirected, shipment manifests jumbled, only she knew what was where, and whilst the Grecian urns and artefacts were on their way to Keystone, the cartouche of the Restoration of Osiris by Isis was here in Gotham. That is unless the dolts hadn’t messed it up themselves. You never can trust deliveries. That’s if they hadn’t smashed it up already either. She darted for another shadow, even in the quiet of the museum, so careful, unseen, unnoticed. The small woman in the grey bodysuit. Covered head to toe, even her face, even to the dark ovals of her corrective lenses. She crouched as she slipped by the Egyptian exhibits. –c-
Mouse: Once she had the cartouche, and had passed that on to her employer, the score at Bertinelli’s would seem like peanuts, mmmm peanuts. Her stomach began to growl, it was always hard to eat before a heist, the butterflies always seemed to want to reject what she tried to send their way.
The museum felt like home, the quiet, the peace, the ancientness, the solidity, she felt comfortable in the silence amidst the old things, catalogued and ordered, she could have been at home, if things, had been different, that might have been a life instead of… her heart was starting to race again and so she paused, stopping between the cabinets, squatting once more to remove her tablet, wasn’t technology marvelous? If only she’d had a tablet like this before, she slipped the data around the screen again, the manifests made it clear, the mask of Agamemnon was meant to be in the loading bay, she checked her list. –c-
Mouse: That crate was in Keystone now, which meant the one bearing its label downstairs now had to contain the cartouche. She stood again and skipped forward towards the stairs, this was too easy. Selina never came up with any this easy? She always managed to find maniacs with guns. What was there going to be here, an olde timer with a nightstick?
Down the stairs her heart was speeding up again ‘Come on, stay calm, THIS one is ieasy, and the pay day…. It was crazy no one else wanted this’ and then she laughed to herself, because of course they did, but they were headed to Keystone. A cruel laugh slipped out of her a moment and then died. Voices, light and harsh and familiar. Her heart tightened into a ball the size of a pea. Although some would claim it didn’t have far to go –e-
Catwoman: The new exhibit at the Gotham Ancient History Museum was sure to draw a lot of crowds, children who were too young to be bored with the old would look at the artifacts in awe then move onto the next. Fingers would reach out to touch, hands would be grabbed and the young would be ushered along while the more seasoned citizens of Gotham would admire the history and think of the past and what it brought today. At night a different crowd would loom, a passerby without a noble bone in their body would fathom chucking a rock at the nearest window, running in to grab something they wouldn’t even have the slightest idea of what it was and try to sell it off to some fancy black market art dealer. Others, like Selina Kyle, would have used a skylight, not tripped a single alarm then would have noted with distaste as a group of men would smash boxes without a care, and try to replace those beautiful artifacts with fakes.-c
Catwoman: A small diversion in her plan led to six unconscious men, littered throughout one of the storage rooms; and how easy it was to make one shout and have all of the others come running like a pack of barking dogs with a bite that couldn‘t clamp around a cat on their best day. Idiots. She walked freely now, swinging her whip behind her both lazily and playfully as she took her time looking in each case. Of course she knew exactly where everything was, she’d made “shopping” trips here before, but it was fun to pretend for a moment that she might take that ugly statue to her left, or the interesting mask on the right. But no, Catwoman was here for one thing, and one thing alone, and it would look so good on a bookshelf. After all, cats called to cats, and the statue she had her green eyes on was absolutely perfect. Rounding a corner annoyance lit up her face as voices sounded, voices that were all too familiar. “It looks like I found the ringleader to that terrible excuse for a job.”-c
Catwoman: She whispered to herself as she crouched down and slunk along lower counters and then…then something else caught her attention, that had anger flaring to life inside of her. A pair of mouse ears, peeking up from a hiding place, and then a hideous laugh that made her hair stand on end. “Hell, the gang is all here.” Never one to be shy, Catwoman stood straight and walked into the center of the room, her mask covered eyes pointedly looking straight into Mouse’s face before she smiled slowly at Peyton. “Fancy meeting you here.”-e
Peyton Riley: Peyton pulls a large handled urn out of the broken box. she pulls out the packing slip. "Oinochoe of Hebe" she reads aloud. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Dere we go sugar, da jackpot!" said the puppet with glee in his course voice. "Dis one is worth a tidy sum. Hehe, some think dis really belonged to dat Hebe baby." he got a confused look from Peyton. "Ya know one of dose greek goddesses. She was dere baretneder and poured da wine. Dis is supposedly her wine jug." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton pulls out the oionchoe and sits it on the floor, still looking at scarface confused. "Hm, looks like the bottom of the box is really broken up... but I don't see any cracks or anything." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface growls, "Dose dummies! were dey tossing boxes marked fragile on purpose?! Go to dat janitor's closet and fill up da jug wit' water! Now Sugar! If dere is a crack in dat thing it won't be worth the packing peanuts it came in!" (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton sets down scarface and rushes over carrying the large ceramic jug to the sink filling it with water. "It seems okay honey." she smiles looking at it, bring it over filled to the brim with water, setting it down in front of Scarface. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Good, good. Now jus..." Scarface was interrupted as an old 'friend' slinked in behind them. "Well, well, if it isn't da kitty. I guess dat answers who took out our boys." (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton quickly stands up. "Catwoman." she smiles. "I didn't know you wanted to be in on this too..." she notes Selina's gaze and steps out a bit seeing Pamela behind the shelving. "Oh and Pamela's here too..." (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface growled with frustration, the puppet still sitting on the floor. "Dammit Sugar, dis isn't social hour! Pick me up!" she dashed over and scooped up the doll. "Dis is da way it is ladies... dis job is ours!
We get first picks. You can take whatever is left kitty and da mouse can get da crumbs!" (d)
Mouse: ‘OF COURSE! SHE HAD to be here’ The thought hit her like a train and Pamela almost stumbled backwards, the cocksure way the bitch looked her straight in the eyes, always so damn proud of herself. The swagger, the sway of the hips, so damn sure, Pamela’s fingers moved reflexively again and that cold slippery feeling slid down her spine again. ‘Stop looking at me!’ she wanted to cry out and then Selina sidestepped and Peyton was looking right at her to. ‘Well, like THAT wasn’t deliberate!’ her tiny heart squeezed another drop of blood around her body and straightened up, no point in trying to hide now. It was going to be such an easy score, she should have known something would go wrong… it always did. –c-
Mouse: Pamela stepped out from the semi cover her tablet held loosely at her side. “Hi… uh.. everyone.. class reunion .. huh?” She nodded at the doll “Mr Face… Sugar…” and without turning to Selina “…Sourpuss.” She started edging towards the crate she wanted “Ha ha. Yes. crumbs, crumbs for the little mouse.. hilarious…well I only want one crumb and I’m sure it’s not anything that anybody else wants it’s just a little mask… yes before you say it.. I’m sure I DO need it. So how about we all take what we came for and then we can forget this whole mess every happened?” She started to raise her hands, one open the other holding the tablet. Oh hell it wasn’t outwards was it? They weren’t looking at the image of the cartouche were they. Nahh it could have been anything. “Are we all calm” She wasn’t her heart was racing, tight but beating out a flutter to match the butterflies in her guts.-c-
Mouse: The crate she needed was just there, just there not 12 feet away just behind Peyton ‘Just GO AWAY you crazy bitch!’ she screamed inside as she made herself smile. –e-
Catwoman: The smile towards Peyton grew, no matter what Selina found herself fond of the other woman, and less so of her other half which was nearly stated when her green eyes turned to Scarface and were cold. “No accounting for taste.” The dig was towards “their boys” and the rather distasteful jug the two had in front of them. It wasn’t a reunion she was expecting, and though it put a damper on her plans she was already figuring out a way to pin her heist on them. It amused her, the reaction from Pamela, and the reaction from Scarface, he actually tried to tell her how things were going to go. Cute. Opening her mouth to speak she paused as she slid a sideways glance to Mouse who was making her way towards a crate and like a cat following prey Catwoman moved after her, taking careful steps and making it a point that those dangerous heels clicked loudly on the smooth floor. “What do you have there?” -c
Catwoman: She purred out the question, now entirely focused on her once partner and the shiny electronic she had in her hand. It was a rare occasion when Selina wasn’t calm, and by the look on her face she was just as relaxed as ever as she smirked and lunged for the tablet in Mouse’s hand. It wasn’t something she *really* wanted, she just wanted to scare the little creature, and the lunge was playful, easy to see. If Catwoman had wanted what Mouse had, she would have gotten it without any fuss. –e
Peyton Riley: Peyton just smiles at Pamela as she stepped out, nodding politely as she is greeted. (c)
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckles at Pamelas little jokes and her deadpan reaction to getting stuck with the crumbs. "I'm glad to see ya sense of humor is still intact lil Mouse" he makes a tiching sound in his throat. "I'm sorry to spoil your good mood" his tone not sorry at all. "But ya aren't going anywhere until we figure out who is makin' away with wh..." He was cut off as Catwoman followed behind the inching mouse, like a cat on the hunt. Peyton and Scarface watching selina go after the tablet, teasing Pamela. Scarface chuckled. "As much as I do love watching a good catfight..." Scarface's tommy gun whips up to focus on the two women. "we have to be careful here, we all want da artifacts and if we horse around we could damage dem and den we all lose. so let's put away our guns and horse whips. Sugar and I get to browse through dese things first!" scarface doesn't lower his own gun at all. (c)
Peyton Riley: Peyton looks at scarface and bites her lip. "Scarface... we only came for the jug, everything else was bonus, let's just see what they wan..." she was interrupted as the puppet's wooden hand came up and smacked her hard across the cheek leaving a red mark. (c)
Peyton Riley: "Shaddup! Can't ya see da adults are talkin here?" growls scarface as tears build up in peyton's good eye. A flicker of anger appears in her eye and quickly goes extinguishes. (d)
Mouse: Pamela could believe it , of course Selina was following every move, if only she could get that tablet out of view and into her backpack, get it out of sight and her fingers on her gun. She was beginning to wonder why she didn’t just strap a gun to herself like some of the madmen around the city did. Maybe they had the right idea after all. Strap yourself up with guns and crossbows and bazookas like some baglady for Armageddon. The bitch was lunging for the tablet already, she was squeaking before she even knew it “Get your fingers away, Selina, sheeesh, come on.” -c-
Mouse: She tried to duck out of the way, Selina’s fingers narrowly missing, and she put out her hand to push Selina away, but it was batted away almost playfully and a long slender limb passed in front of her face, the elbow connecting lightly with her nose ‘that could have been harder if she meant it’ lithe fingers gripping the tablet and though Selina only had it gripped between thumb and forefinger it was already slipping out of Pamela’s grasp. “Get off you cow!” She stamped at Selina’s foot. –c-
Mouse: To Pamela’s amazement the stamp connected, the tablet slipped between her fingers ‘Oh God, what have I done?’ “I’m sorry Selina, I didn’t mean it” ‘I damn well did, but it should have been a bullet between your pretty green eyes’ The tablet popped out and Selina had it –e-
Catwoman: She could feel the cool surface of the tablet between her gloved fingers and her eyes narrowed on Pamela as she felt the sharp stamp to her foot. It annoyed her more than hurt, scuffing up her favorite pair of boots. It would have been easy to retaliate with violence, and Mouse wouldn’t have stood a chance but instead Selina simply waved the tablet in front of Pam’s face teasingly, as if to say ‘Haha’ or ‘Finders Keepers’. Her attention was pulled away then by the sound of Scarface’s voice and she turned easily, putting her back to Pamela without a car in the world. It wasn’t as if she didn’t realize what the woman was capable of by now, she just knew that by far Catwoman was faster, stronger, and much more vicious. The gun strapped to her lower back glinted in the light up at Pam and Selina clicked her tongue towards Scarface. “Pulling a gun on me when you’re worried about the fragile things around us? I don’t think you thought this one through.” -c
Catwoman: Her hand snatched out and she grabbed onto Mouse’s wrist, pulling the woman forward with her, not using her as a shield but not shielding her either. In the moment Peyton was slapped, Catwoman’s hand closed painfully around Mouse’s wrist in reaction and her teeth clenched though her eyes remained playful. “We can always work together, like old times.” Cats weren’t known to wait to be invited so she easily strode up to Peyton and Scarface, letting go of Mouse then to inspect the Jug. “What’s important about this watering can?”-e
Peyton Riley: Peyton looked at Scarface with teary eyes, she then looked up at the two women fighting over the tablet, the taller woman teasing and keeping it away from the smaller one. She looked back at Scarface, "Adults, Mr. Scarface?" she asked dubiously.
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled at Selina's question. "Oh, I'm always thinkin' kitty. But I'm not stupid enough to put down my weapon first, especially since Sugar is defensless." his voice ending in a coddling tone. There was a pause as the catwoman spoke and the puppet replied, sounding pleased. "Working together does sound nice, as long as no one tries to backstab each other dis time. Heheh."
Peyton Riley: Peyton watches Selina slink up to the jug. "It's an oinochoe, an ancient greek wine jug. Some think it belonged to a goddess. Which is probably why it is as worth as much everything else here all togeth..."
Peyton Riley: Scarface interrupted Peyton, the dummy turning around and getting in Peyton's face. "Shaddup! I told ya to keep yer mouth shut! Why are ya helpin' dem?! we ain't friends, we're competitors!"
Peyton Riley: Peyton turned her head to the side, sniffiling, managing a weak. "Sorry, Mr. Scarface..."
Mouse: “Ow Ow Ow Ow OW!” Pamela squeaked as she was wrenched around by her wrist, and unceremoniously dumped to the side. She pouted, petulantly rubbing her sore wrist and watching the two taller women, Selina leering over the jug. ‘Worth more than the rest together? It might have been, but for the little switch’. She started to edge a little closer to see what all the drooling was about? It looked pretty bland, dull and dusty and the sparse decoration crazed with time. “It doesn’t look like much.”
Catwoman: “Oinochoe?” No, it certainly didn’t ring any bells not that it would. As far as value of an object went, she didn’t always go for the most expensive, often times (unless she was working for someone else) she went with what appealed to her. This jug certainly didn’t appeal to her at all. As Mouse pouted Selina flicked her jade gaze to the smaller woman and smiled easily. “What do you think, Little Mouse? Are your knobby knees knocking together in excitement of how much money this little,” She looked back at the jug in distaste. “Gem could get you?” Selina stood straight, ignoring the bickering between Peyton and…well, herself before slipping around behind Mouse as she inched forward to look at the jug in question. “It’s pretty plain, suits you, don’t you think?” With the tablet still in one hand her other closed over the Mouse tail on the back of Pamela’s suit and gave it a light tug.
Peyton Riley: Scarface chuckled at Mouse's and Catwoman's reactions. "Dat's because it's not much. Ya gotta excuse Sugar, she doesn't always knows what she's talkin' about. We just got a private collector who loves junk like dis. Butterin' dem up sayin' it's from a goddess only sweetens da deal. We'd be lucky to get deposit refund from dis can oth'rwise. So da kitty doesn't want it. I'm guessin' da lil mouse has no real interst in it either." his voice was slick and sleek, like a used carsalesman trying to dismiss the jug, that was obviously importanat to him.
Peyton Riley: Peyton watched the two not liking how close they were getting to the jug. She made a gesture to speak, but scarface turned to face her and stared at her with those unblinking eyes and she closed her mouth.
Mouse: ‘Typical’ she thought as Selina tugged on the tail, ‘The first time I wear one of these things and Selina has to go tugging on it… I got the idea from her in the first place’. She angry tugged the tail back, wish Selina’s still had one for retaliation. “Well junk is what it looks like… “ she advanced towards Selina”and if you’ll give me my property back!” she snatched for her tablet. “I’ll leave you two porkers to your oinking thing in private”
Catwoman: Selina smirked as Pamela tugged her tail back like a sulky child. “Junk heaps suit little rats.” The cat almost said it in a sing song voice as she glanced at Scarface as he gave his little speech. “Oh Pammy here might want it, you never know!” Without even looking at the Mouse, Catwoman danced to the side as she snatched for her tablet, high heeled shoes sliding easily out of the way as she slinked around Peyton, dodging each attempt for Pamela to get her tablet back. “Don’t make me drop it, it might break!” It was like teasing a kid in school, and the little cheese monger was the perfect candidate. All the while Selina was sprinkling fibers from the mouse tail on Pamela’s suit around the area that were trapped against her claws.
Peyton Riley: Scarface has a stern but even tone. "Although I don't appreciate yer disrespectin' Mouse... I'll let it slide dis once 'cause yer willing to let us take it off yer hands." The barrel of the tommy gun dips down. "Okay Sugar, just go ahead and... hey!" growled Scarface as Selina and
Pamela nearly bump into them as the kitty plays keep away from the mouse.
Peyton Riley: Peyton cranes her head over her shoulder to see what the two are up to. She smirks a bit at the teasing and takes a step closer to the jug to get out of the their way.
Peyton Riley: "Stop it!" growled Scarface. "Da two of youse! Yer leavin' evidence! an' rough housin' is what causes accidents!" he said sounding a bit like a grumpy and tired father with obnoxious children. "Now knock it off!"
Mouse: “Aww come on” she reached again lunging, not quite believing she was lunging at Selina, longing to stamp again… or something. Twice she almost caught and arm, but then her foot tangled in the tail “Damn it!” she had time to think as her heel dug into the cloth and stuck, and as she tried to step it caused her foot to catch, to trip “Who wears a tail? Never Again” and she fell, head first against Selina, almost a tackle had it been even slightly intentional. Toppling toward Peyton, she had just a moment to swing her elbow forward in the hopes of catching a tender place on Selina
Catwoman: Catwoman wiggled her hips as she continued the childish dance at Mouse’s expense then let out a quickly exit of air as the smaller woman fell into her, catching a bony elbow to her Kevlar covered ribs. Not expecting the shift of weight she was forced to rock back on those dangerous heels in almost a comical manner, arms coming out to the sides to try and balance but in the end it did no good as both of the women crashed into the back of one Peyton Riley at nearly full force of their weight. “You stupid…!” Selina managed to get out as she shoved a hand against Mouse’s shoulder and dropped the tablet out of her other hand as she tried to catch herself with her other hand as they fell. “Rat!”
Villainess: Peyton gave a surprised little shriek as the cat and mouse stumbled into her, caught out guard as the two of them barreled into each other at full force. She put a hand up to protect herself, the other clutching scarface to her chest protectively, but went down with them, crashing into the water filled ceramic jug she was so close to. Tripping and falling over the jug, knocking it over as they went down in a heap.
Time almost seemed to slow down as the jug tipped over, water pouring out and spilling across the floor. The water was glowing with a bright golden light, it was hard to look at. The liquid light splashed as it ran out of the ancient container, hitting each woman as they toppled with it.
They would feel an energy flow through each of them, the water soaking into them like they were sponges. It felt good invigorating and... different. Wrong. There was one last bright flash of light followed by a burst of silent sonic sound that seemed to ripple through the women as they were knocked off their feet, being greeted by the sinking darkness of unconsciousness.
A while later, although it would be hard to know exactly how much time passed they all started to wake up. <c>
Villainess: "Sugar. Sugar get up ya dizzy blonde!" growled a muffled voice. <c>
Villainess: Peyton looked up all she could see was a sea of blonde hair. She brushed it aside and gasped. She could see! She could really see, she had her full range of vision. Like she had both eyes... "S-scarface?" said a scared little voice "I... something happ.." she squeaked. Her voice it was so high! what was going on? she slowly sat up and felt her little black dress hang on her so, falling down a bit, it was huge! she looked down and gave a little shriek. Her body! what happened to her body!? she looked like she was 12, no 13! Gone were her long legs and her seductive curves were just starting to come in. she reached up with scrambling little hands and touched her face. The scar... the scar was gone! she started to cry, tears of fear and joy at the same time. She grabbed the doll and held him to her chest, hands clenching about him like he was a life preserver. <c>
Villainess: "Hey dere... don't cry Sugar... we'll... we'll figure dis out." said the puppet who hung limply in her arms. His voice was the same, growly and gruff, despite the little throat it came from. But there was something mouse and catwoman rarely heard. There was a kindness to the voice. A care and concern to it. "It's okay... It's okay..." consoled the voice to the weeping girl. <d>
Mouse: Pamela heard the little shriek and twisted as they feel trying to reach again as she saw the tablet tumble, spinning in the air, almost in slow motion. “Noooooo…” Like in the movies, facial muscles in slow motion, they actually felt like they were falling in slow motion, she had time to think as she watched the tablet “...ooooooooooooooh… not my tablet” as it spun towards the ground. A crash and water and the tablet falling into an expanding puddle with a pathetic little fizz and blinking out. Just as the lights seemed to blink out too. “Bugger!” The world went black.
When Pamela woke up she was laying on face down on someone’s butt, a skinny butt in some kind baggy black and very rough material, her nose pressed between.. “Oh hell no…” . Pamela pushed herself away “Ewww” but in trying to stand she found her hands and feet entangled in gloves and boots too long for her, so that they wrapped around and entangled her further causing her to tumble back whence she came and face plant firmly once more on the boney backside, rubbing her nose raw on the rough material as she wedged back into the same position “Typical” <e>
Catwoman: Down into a lump of limbs and bodies they went as Catwoman squinted at the bright light then found herself spiraling down into darkness just as the sound of an electronic fizzling reached her ears. ‘Heh. Serves her right.’ Was her last thought as she went limp on top of Peyton. -
The term “rude awakening” had been something that Selina Kyle had gotten used to pretty much her entire life. From the time she was a little girl until only two mornings before the lady thief could pretty much use the term as a general definition of her life (except for those rather pleasant times of waking up on the arm of some handsome billionaire ). She came too with a start, the sound of a shrieking woman and the feel of something firmly hitting her rear causing her head to lift up from the crook of her arm. “The hell…?” Somehow she wondered if they had all decided to get drunk, and passed out, until a red dress came into view. It took a moment, to realize that her mask had slid down her nose, partially blocking her vision and when she reached up to move it back into place she found a floppy glove smacking her in the face. “What the hell…?” -
Lifting her head more she looked over her shoulder, hair that was far shorter than she remembered having tickling her nose and glared at the woman who had faceplanted in a -very- awkward position. “What the hell!” Selina shrieked as she smacked that floppy glove covered hand upside of the head rat that was invading her personal space and then she froze and scrambled up, suit slipping off of one shoulder as she looked between the two woman, sitting on her knees. “What in the hell!” A finger was pointed at Pamela. “What did you do!?” Came the much younger voice of the fierce Catwoman as the glove slipped off completely, splatting onto the floor between them. -e-
Villainess: As the blonde's crying slowed she noticed that someone was on top of her. she heard a young fierce voice and a slap and felt the body slide off her. she slowy got up onto her knees too. She gasped as she saw the other two girls, seeing the floppy gloves, one sliding off and landing on the floor as the little mouse was accused. They looked so small and young! she looked at the tipped jug and the water they were in, things slowly coming together... "It wasn't her! It's the water from the jug! It must have really belonged to a goddess! She... she was the goddess of youth.. and now... and now..." <c>
Villainess: "And now, I'm stuck with bunch of snot nosed kids." growled the puppet. "Now we got kittygirl and pinkie. Heheh!" the puppet started to laugh. "you two should see yerselves! Heheh!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton frowned, panic sliding into her voice. "Scarface! this isn't funny! something really wrong happened to us!" she looked about wild eyed, her breathing coming out in gasps with her panic. <c>
Villainess: The puppet spoke. "Sugar, calm down. ya gotta put yerself together. We gotta get outta here, get somewhere safe and figgure out what da hell is goin' on!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton nodded and took some deep breathes. She kicked off her over sized shoes and slowly got up, Scarface tucked under one arm like a teddy bear, the other hand grabbing her shoes before taking holding of the top of her dress. She just didn't have the figure to hold up the shoulderless dress now, although, she was clearly an early bloomer. The dress was damp, clinging to her. With her shorter stature, the cocktail dress went to her ankles now, dragging a bit. She looked about at everything, looking very distracted and confused. "Moose is outside with the car, she'll take us somewhere safe..." <d>
Mouse: As Selina scrambled up, thankfully resisting the possibility of making Pamela’s indignity any worse, Pamela rolled to one side wrapped in a mesh of too long gloves and boots, a grey and white cocoon, she rolled helpessly onto her back as an accusatory finger was jabbed in her direction, barely visible behind the eye pieces that had slipped down her face. “Me!? Why do you assume..” The voice was lighter, her own voice too was even squeakier to her ears than before, unable to move her arms bound as she was by her own costume she shook her head, but now she was looking into what must have been the top of her mask, the weight of the ‘ears’, pressing against her face, and it was dark again. She heard the sound of something wetly falling on the floor. “Selina? Your voice has gone all squeaky…What’s going on?”
The answer, when it came, was from another vice, light and young as Selina’s had sounded. Pamela shook her head again but now she couldn’t see anything at all “The water?”. And then laughter, gruff but at the same time light, as a child trying to sound tough. “Kids?” Pamela began to roll back and forth trying to extricate herself from her own gloves and tail “Will someone PLEASE help me out of this?” The joke was wearing thin.
Catwoman: Green eyes looked down, followed by her head which caused her mask to slide completely off of her face as she looked at her glove in confusion then looked back at Mouse, that finger slowly lowering. Why was did she look like her costume was suddenly multiple sizes too big? Why did her glove come off? Why…was there a draft? Slowly her eyes trailed over to Peyton and Selina jumped up, heels clacking loudly as she stood wobbling on the boots that looked like fish man boots they were so loose on her legs. “Oh my god.” It was near a wail as she looked between the two shrunken women then slowly down at herself. The front of her outfit was baggy and quickly her hands came up to grope at her own chest. “My boobs! Where did you go?” This time, it was a bit of a childish wail as Selina stumbled forward in her heels. “How can I possibly seduce someone now?” They had been turned into…kids? -
Her hand came out and snatched the mask off of Mouse’s head quickly as she glared down at her then she through it back at her head before turning her gaze to Peyton. “If you think I’m getting in the car with your giant hulk of a woman, looking like this,” The speech was interrupted as both her whip and utility belt decided then to slip off of what little hips she had and clunk to the floor. “…let’s go.” She ordered both woman.
Villainess: Peyton could only stare as Pamela was buried in her over sized mouse costume and saw selina stare at her once skin tight thieve's outfit, blushing as it slid down revealing her chest or what was left of it. <c>
Villainess: Scarface chuckled that nasty laugh as Selina gave a wail that only a kid could give in a temper tantrum. "Hehe, looks like you'll have to wait a few years fer yer slink curves kitty. Until den, maybe da men think you're cute." The doll's head turned and started to chuckle he had as pamela floundered in her oversized costume. "Heheh, she's like a fish outta water and caught in a net!" <c>
Villainess: "Scarface, that isn't nice. I'm not filling out my dress either." hissed Peyton as makes her way over to Pamela. <c>
Villainess: "I can't help it sugar, it's hil'arious! Heheh." chuckles the doll as the blonde set him down with her shoes, leaning scarface against the frustrated mouse. "Hey don't put me down!" <c>
Villainess: Peyton ignores scarface and starts to adjust mouse's outfit, her own dress sliding down again, to be yanked up. She was straightening out, rolling up, and cinching up the large costume the best she can. Peyton listens to Selina's protests about going into the car with her hired muscle. She sighs and is about to reply when, Selina's whip and belt slid of her slight hips. Even the young blonde smiled when saw Selina quickly change her mind. She looks over mouse, with a little smile, her wet hair matted to her cheeks, revealed her whole face, young, unscarred with life, both blue eyes looking at pamela. "There we go, we better follow Selina before she starts yelling at Moose." she helped up the young mouse, scooped up her doll and shoes, and yanked her top up again to hold it. Hurriedly following selina.
Mouse: Pamela tried to squirm into a sitting position but all she seemed to do was inch across the floor like a caterpillar, her butt rising and falling several times before she gave up. This was getting her nowhere. She listened as the pitch of Selina’s voice rose higher and higher with each revelation, a snort of laughter finally escaping her at Selina’s wail of despair , this joke wouldn’t wear thin, this joke she could enjoy all day. “No boobs, no seduction? Welcome to my world, Selina.” The laugh was cut short as her mask was whipped off past her nose rubbed red raw as she had fallen onto Selina. “Owwww.” But she smiled again to see Selina skinny and straight as a broom handle, her belt around her ankles.
Pamela squirmed again, her long damp red hair flopping across her face. “Well I can’t go can i? Not like this.” It was a relief when Peyton finally began to unwrap her and helped her to stand, but then the young blonde was away pulling her dress up again around her tiny frame. Selina had already vanished from sight.
Pamela took a faltering step as her long boot quickly floded under her foot again and she tumbled into a lengthy roll, coming to rest against a box, once more trussed up like a turkey. Peyton heard the sound and as she returned Pamela could see the irritation in her faice as Peyton grabbed hold of her ‘tail’ and rolled her ”Ooof that’s it untangle…” but instead she came to a jarring halt and then found herself on her side and folded double as Peyton grabbed her tail and began dragging her backwards, towards the door. Her eyes widened a moment at the discomfort and indignity before they slowly closed again in resignation.
It was a relief when the tugging stopped, except that there was suddenly the sound of heavy breathing and then she was jerked again as a huge hand grabbed the voluminous costume around her and wrapping the fabric in a great fist proceeded to carry her out of the building like a holdall. <e>
Catwoman: Horrible, this was so horrible. Between the pint-sized Peyton and the “Pinkie” Mouse as Scarface had so aptly called her, this was like some kind of nightmare. Reaching down Selina swiped up her fallen equipment and glove and turned on a wobbling heel to stomp her way outside, leaving Peyton to deal with the soggy rat. Clutching the belt and whip to her chest she tried to adjust the front of her suit before grabbing the zipper and yanked it all the way up to her chin. “Won’t come off now, will you?” The little girl hissed at the fabric, flexing red painted nails in the air, as if she were a puffed up kitten ready to take a swipe at something. Moose was standing outside, waiting like the good “little” assistant and while she was looking around aimlessly, the Cat…girl…slinked as quietly as possible, shuffling her feet so her heels wouldn’t make so much noise and slipped into the back of the car, waiting. “How old am I? Eight? Ten?” -
Patting a hand to her flat chest she piled her equipment in her lap then turned green eyes to the window where Mouse had been lifted and let out a laugh, followed by another one. Oh god, the indignation Pamela must have been feeling! As the back door was opened, and Mouse tossed inside with her, Selina picked up her legs then promptly set them along Mouse, like a cushion, reaching down and grabbing her soggy rat tail. “This is all your fault you know.” She jabbed the end of the tail against Pamela’s cheek, making it squish. “All. Your. Fault.”