10820/Decisions, Decisions

Decisions, Decisions
Date of Scene:	21 January 2020
Location:	South Hinkley, Old Gotham
Synopsis:	Catwoman muses over potential changes. Typhoid Mary, looking for someone else, encounters her. Evaluations follow.
Cast of Characters:	Catwoman, Typhoid Mary

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Catwoman has posed:
Late night. Gotham City. Cold. Wind. Snow.

Typical January weather, but it doesn't seem to cut down all that much on the seedier elements of the city being out and about, doing what they do. There is still crime, drugs changing hands, prostitution, and more.

Above it all, Catwoman perches on a rooftop a few blocks from the apartment her unknown alter ego occupies. It just happens to contain everything Selina Kyle needs for her excursions as Catwoman, meaning it is a well-kept secret. However, as she looks out across the streets below from four stories up, a wistful sigh escapes, a puff of breath on the cold air. Then she descends toward the street, using a nearby fire escape ladder.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"It's not the first night that Typhoid has been prowling the city. In fact it's the third one and of course that there are rumors abound of some violent woman looking for someone. Some ..., Gotham Girl..? Well, at least she's a bit original, not looking for Batman as most do!

No deaths but she has left a trail of violence behind her, beating up some thugs, or shaking down some criminal sorts. Either it's a criminal she is looking for or perhaps a hero. Who knows?!

And tonight here she is in this beautiful district. Decrepit and falling apart, just like her life. She might find it poetic if only she was in her Sweet Mary persona but tonight it's Typhoid, full of her heat and prone for violence, dressed in a corset, jacket and those fishnet pants. And to top it off, one of her katanas slung across her back. So it's no wonder that people are giving her a wide berth.

She walks with hands in her pockets, looking around and apparently feeling none of the coldness of the street. She'd do well in Gotham weather.

Catwoman has posed:
"New in town? I haven't seen you around before," comes a voice from an alley after Typhoid Mary has passed. It's sultry, smooth, feminine.

By the time the woman may turn to see who's addressing her, there stands Catwoman in all her glory, full costume from the head down to the feet. A gloved hand tipped with claws rests against a hip, near the bullwhip she typically keeps with her. "Dangerous place to be alone, unless you know what you're doing. Even then..." The words trail off, implications clear.

Typhoid Mary has posed:
The feminine voice makes her turn her head, Typhoid eyeing the woman and the smirk on her expression growing, head lolling from one side to the other, "Not seem me before, but I am sure you will remember me in the future. One way or the other." her implications clear too, her tone a mix of threat with her own teasing. With Mary that seems a given, violence and sex, hand in hand.

Typhoid turns then so as to face Catwoman, "So you are the cat. Not exactly who I am looking for but ..." she shrugs, "... you'd do in a pinch. Unless you know this Gotham Girl. Do you?" her sharp-nailed fingertips rest on the hilt of her blade in a casual manner. Really, it's casual. And she smiles, showing teeth.

Catwoman has posed:
Features are noted. Corset. Jacket. Fishnets. The way her face is painted on one side. And, of course, that katana. "You go around with that here, you're liable to draw some attention from certain people sooner or later. Most don't want that." Eyes sharpen on the woman from behind tinted lenses of the goggles Catwoman wears, and she shrugs off a few of the words nonchalantly.

"That's me, but how much longer I'm around here..that's up in the air. I've been thinking it may be time to set up in a new place." Her expression holds that sense of missing something, but it fades as she asks, "I know a few Gotham girls. You'll have to be more specific."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"I heard it's a dangerous town. I don't want some flock of bats to just drop on me all of a sudden." The smirk continuing on Typhoid's expression. And she isn't one of those to continue out here in the middle of the street so she begins walking to that alley where Catwoman is. The hand is still over the hilt, tiptoeing over it but without any motion to draw it, "Never heard her speak, but she's the type of martial artist I want to face off against. We never got the chance." she clicks her tongue, annoyed, moving to the darkness of the alley. Closer her skin looks damp, almost as if she'd be running a fever, rather warm for the weather felt about the place.

"Ball of yarn not enticing enough anymore?" She then asks in that flippant manner of hers, smiling faintly. "Or maybe it's not the place, but the people. Know how that is." Though unfortunately she can't run away from the people she loathes, considering they all live in her body!

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman muses, "They tend to do that at times," without going any further with that particular line of thought. She's about a step out of the alley, but she withdraws back into it since it appears the visitor wishes to get out of the open as well. The condition of the skin is noted, determined to be odd for the weather, but not commented on further.

"Very funny," she remarks, of the yarn. "But the truth is, I don't see many of them these days. Not when I do bad, or when I try to do good. I think one of them in particular has forgotten all about me." This could be the source of her melancholy, but another shrug follows. "This city is a part of me, but sometimes you outgrow a place. Sometimes you need something new."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
The woman seems in no hurry to get into the alley, but when she does she leans against one of the brick walls, her arms folding together and she taking her time to watch the outfit on Selina, her eyes roaming over her lines with a nod. "Can't say I disapprove of your wardrobe. Covers too much though." back straight and her green eyes finally settling on Catwoman's mask.

Speaking to Mary about those problems might not be the best of ideas, she isn't the most supportive of people because she first lets out a laugh. Amused? Perhaps more surprised. "Then fuck 'em. What do you even owe anyone?" then her head cants to the side. "Or are you one of those domesticated cats?" tone abrasive because ..., it's Mary.

Catwoman has posed:
The lines and curves are certainly highlighted by the black catsuit, the front zipper with the zipper ring drawn all the way up to the neck. "It covers what I want it to cover," Catwoman responds. "And it shows off what I want it to show off."

The laughter and answer she gets from this stranger coaxes a narrowing of the eyes out of her, their color undetectable thanks to those lenses. Then, a slow shake of her head, the cowl hiding all but her face, the goggles adding enough to make it tougher to determine just what she'd look like without it all. "In a way, you're right. I don't owe anyone a thing, and if the people I know don't care about me being a part of their lives, why should I care?"

It's the last question that sees a brow slide upward. "What do /you/ think?"

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"It's like a tradition here in this city..." Typhoid muses, running one hand through her red hair, "Everyone always wears a mask to cover what they want to cover. Same shit back in New York." a shake of her head that shows how disapproving she is of it, "I prefer having nothing covered, you always get what you see." a smirk in the end. Though it's not as if she talks of how much she cheats, having all those personalities that change the way she looks.

"Just live in the present and you will never be disappointed. That's how I roll. I have seen enough to know most people are rotten to the core." Then another smirk, "Including me."

Her own eyebrow then quirks up, perhaps answering the challenge of that last question. "You may have some fight in you. But I specialize in taming wild things." whatever she means by that!

Catwoman has posed:
"Everyone has a reason for how they present themselves to others," Catwoman points out, noting the hair as her arms cross before her. Disapproving reaction or not, it doesn't seem to faze the Gothamite. "Yes, I can see how little you have covered, even in this weather." Her costume? A more insulated version of the usual.

Eyes shift past Typhoid Mary as she mulls over the assessment of how most people really are. "I've tried to believe otherwise, but lately it's hard to disagree." It says nothing of her own nature, and that question is going to remain untouched for the moment, eyes shifting right back over to the other woman. "There isn't a person out there who's tamed me."

Typhoid Mary has posed:
"Is /that/ so?" Typhoid replies with a big smirk coming to her features, neck craning forward almost as if she'd be reaching forward to take a bite out of the cat, a predatory look to her expression. "I accept that challenge, dear. I just need your name so I will know who to seek in the future." she dislodges herself from the wall. "I am Typhoid. Typhoid Mary."

Those green eyes seem to dance with a flame in them right now. And ..., is it getting warmer here right now?

Catwoman has posed:
Catwoman does not flinch from the smirk or the lean closer, let alone the look on Mary's face. "Yes, it is. And you can call me Catwoman. I'm hard to mistake for anyone else."

The arms slowly return to her sides, a challenging look showing in her own features, body language oozing confidence. "If you look, maybe it won't be here. Maybe it will be in New York City."

The warmth she feels gives her one reason to pause, but after a moment she dips deeper into the alley. "Good luck with your Gotham Girl search." Fading into the darker shadows, she soon disappears back into the night.