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Post by Wonder Girl on Jul 12, 2015 13:06:11 GMT
Date: December 20th Time: Early Evening Location: Gotham Park - Outdoor Skating Rink
Foot falls crunch heavily against the packed snow as Cassie's boots trudged through the slushy mess what was winter's carpet of snow. Normally she loved snow, loved the feel and sound as it crunched beneath her foot falls but at the moment it was most inconvenient and slippery. Sure she could have flown but while Wonder Girl could fly, Cassandra Sandsmark was supposed to be a normal girl and yeah normal girls didn't float around or hover over the earth; they slipped and slide around on the icy snowy ground like graceless penguins on land. Yeah not a pretty site. She should have known to back down from the challenge, known when it was she was being baited, but did she back down when her friends told her not to do it? No. Did she just walk away when the guy called her a 'little girl' and tell her that she could just watch and cheer him on from the sidelines. No. The guy tripped up all her red flags and there was no way Cassie was going to back down so instead of walking away, and hence not be late to meet up with Tim Cassie was running late. She'd ended up challenging the guy and played a little one one one b-ball. Sure it was priceless the way his face gaped at her ability to circumnavigate around him on the court even if she was smaller, but hell lower center of gravity meant she had more maneuverability and harder for him to take the ball, and three point shots? Cassie had that. Shooting from the Key? She had that too. Oh and Trick Shots, yeah, it was the perks of being the female version of the 'jock' at school. Before her powers even manifested Cassie was the athletic type and she might be small but the young teen would tell you she was mighty. It was also fun talking smack as she played or well her version of smack which was basically singing TLC's version of No Scrubs cause at one point the dumby even thought to ask her out as if she'd somehow changed her mind at being called little girl and find him miraculously attractive? A) she didn't like chauvinists and B) she was totally into the dark haired boys not the blonde hair blue eyed variety. Also, Cassie wasn't really sure about the whole 'dating' thing mostly because she was afraid of that kind of thing. It was scary uncharted territory so Cassie never really did 'dates' she just 'hung out' with Tim even if people teased they were dates, Tim didn't call them dates, Cassie certainly didn't call them dates, they were just hang out times like now, only Cassie was totally totally TOTALLY really truly immensely late. She made another last ditch attempt at calling Tim but it went straight to voicemail...again. "Ooo-k-hay...so...*huff* like i know *breath in*...I TOTALLY sorry...*huff* ... and like sorry for the umpteenth call.." she said huffing as she talked and ran. "But I just wanted ... to make sure...you ... get...this...message..." her footfalls pounded harder and she almost slipped from the effort. "Whoah!...I totally, shoulda wore my Sorels. I'm slipping like those ... peguins at the Gotham zoo..." she hoped the humor and memory would quel any annoyance Time would have when he listened to this. "But yeah...any ways....I'm almost..."Her face fell a little at not seeing Tim at the designated spot to meet. "...Here..." her voice was definitely crestfallen and very remorseful. "Uhm...you're not here. Ok I'll wait for you cause I'm sure you would have waited for me, so if you're running late no worries cause you know I was late too...uhm yeah. I'll be here...waiting."Was that ok? Too desperate? Should she have just played it cool and blown off the day? ... No, that wouldn't have been her and when she said she'd meet him she delivered. Ok maybe this time she flaked a bit but when she explained she knew Tim would understand, honor and kicking a senior's ass on the court t the tune of No Scrubs by TLC. Cassie always did like the 'classics'. So, finding herself a bench to sit while the outdoor rink slowly dwindled away to no people at all, Cassie still sat and waited all the while looking down to check to make sure her cell phone was working because he would have called her back right? Cassie started to kick at the pile of snow she made while waiting on the bench and watched the breath from her lips float away like smoke. OOC: Ok lemme know if I need to edit anything in this intro and I'll fix it
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 17:46:45 GMT
As par usual, Tim had been the early bird. Though this time it wasn’t his fault, nor was it intentional. It’s just that after a while working with Batman, you start to learn the city. A few choice routes and a little athleticism resulted in the Boy Wonder finding himself arriving early to this da- hang out. Gotham seemed different at this time of year. It didn’t look quite as mean, and not quite as daunting either. It gave off a feeling of hope; as there was something both magical and beautiful about Gotham under snow.
For now, it was rather quiet. There weren’t too many people out just yet, most likely at home, warm, having their dinner before setting out. Tim was stood at an opening, a park bench nearby and a small bin for trash, with trees scattered around, scarce of any leaves at all. Tim had his hands tucked into his pockets, in a futile attempt at staying warm. As time ticked by, Tim pulled his phone from out of his pocket. He wasn’t going to call or text Cass, he just wanted to be sure that no problems had arisen. Nothing… not even a text from Barbara, or a pocket dial from Alfred.
As Tim glanced up from his phone, something caught his eye as he squinted somewhat into the distance. By the road there was a truck, cobalt blue in color and on the side an embellished logo of a fish skeleton – which had caught the Boy Wonder’s attention. It was similar looking to something he had seen in Penguin’s main lair, the Iceberg lounge. Ordinarily, Tim would feed the information back to the Manor and continue on with his plans. But, Penguin was his responsibility, having spent the past couple weeks tracking his exploits.
It was one of those moments in which Tim couldn’t be happy with just being Tim. He needed to be Robin. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did. An exasperated look about him as Tim switched his phone off. He then pulled down the zipper on his red woollen hoodie, and beneath it you may catch a small glimpse of the utility belt strapped around him like a sash atop a white t-shirt. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, and then reached into one of the belts compartments, removing his jet black domino mask. Putting the mask on, it all but confirmed his intentions; show-time for Robin. Tim hurried through the snow, the earth crunching beneath him as a pathway of tracks followed behind him towards the parked van.
As he got nearer, he glanced about in a frantic fashion, checking to see if anyone else was nearby; no-one was. He manoeuvred himself around to the back of the truck, where he knelt down on one knee. He took this moment to have a look beneath the vehicle before unzipping his hoodie once more, and retrieving another item. With one hand he zipped his hoodie back up, and with the other he nonchalantly placed a small circular device onto the bottom of the vehicle. He twisted the device forty five degree counter-clockwise, and then ninety degrees clockwise; hearing a small beep, confirming the device becoming active.
Tim would then stand up tall, and once again take a few moments to check his surroundings; he was still alone. Of course, Penguin’s trucks never peddled what they were advertising. Curiosity got the better of Tim, as he gently gripped the handles of the doors on the back, pulling them wide open. But as the doors began to open, Tim would see the very top of an umbrella, which spurted out a small blast of colored gas. Instantaneously did the Boy Wonder feint, but before he could fall he was pushed from behind into the truck where two thugs were situated. ”Everything’s set, back to the boss”. The doors were slammed shut as Tim was taken hostage. With the thug outside getting into the van to drive, as they soon disappeared into the city.
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”Told ya this would work. He may wear a mask, but under it, he’s as dumb as you idiots!”. It was the gritty sound of Penguin that could be heard, mumbled in its translation. Tim had his eyes closed, only just starting to come to. When he did open his eyes, Tim’s vision was something of a blur. There was a pungent smell in the air, and not a good smell either. It smelt like garbage, and it was a very strong scent – perhaps Penguins cologne. Tim tried to stand up right away, but met resistance. A look about and he found himself bound to a chair, courtesy of some good old fashioned rope. ”Boss, he’s awake”. Another mumbled voice, coming from a rough looking thug that Tim saw as he raised his head a little. Turning around away from several armed thugs, was the small plump figure of Penguin. He waddled over towards where Tim was located, a huge grin plastered across his face.
”Feelin’ a little uncomfortable are we?”. Penguin said with a snarl, puffing on his cigarette. ”Where are we?”. Tim asked, glancing about in front of him. But it was an open area, he could feel wind blow by; this wasn’t a hideout.”You might wanna take a look behind ya”. Penguin said in response, gesturing for Tim to look behind. Tim did, sort of. Doing his very best to glance back over his shoulder at what was behind. He didn’t see much, running water that dropped down to a level below. With the stench he first smelt, he put two and two together; they were at the sewage treatment plant. ”I don’t have time for this, Cobblepot”. Tim said as he turned back to look towards Penguin. Tim really wasn’t that okay with be used as a prop in one of Penguin’s attempts to lure out the Dark Knight. But more than that, Cassie was going to think he no showed. And even explaining what happened wouldn’t be good. He wasn’t meant to be Robin tonight, just Tim.
”No worries, it’s ‘bout time I had a chat with your old man”. Penguin grinned, reaching into the pocket of his coat, retrieving a cell phone. Tim couldn’t help but smirk, what was he going to do? Dial GCPD and ask to speak to Batman? ”And how are you going to do that? You may not of realized this, Cobblepot, but you’r-”. Tim was promptly interrupted as Penguin smacked him across the face with the end of his umbrella. ”Shut it… you best hope he picks up an’ makes time for me”. Penguin said as he began entering a couple of digits. OOC: I was going to leave the placement of the phone Penguin’s calling up to you. Perhaps beneath the bench, or buried in some snow ^^
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Post by Wonder Girl on Jul 19, 2015 16:34:00 GMT
Yeah, waiting was probably tantamount to a root canal. Not that Cassie had ever had one but she heard it was like torture so waiting here was pretty much on par then. Thus here she was on a bench by the outdoor rink watching as the crowd of people slowly dwindled away, yet Cassie still sat and waited all the while looking down to check to make sure her cell phone was working because he would have called her back right? If anything came up and the Bat needed him, he would have called back to cancel or explain. Even if late and well really hardly anyone in that Family was late for anything unless some crime stomping was in order. Tim would have let her know though. As she waited Cassie started to kick at the pile of snow she made while waiting on the bench and watched the breath from her lips float away like smoke. As she kicked at the snow on the ground, her gaze drifting lazily as she followed the steam of her breath she caught the familiar sight of a boot print. Now call her crazy, stalkerish maybe a little neurotic for picking up on the details regarding Tim but see Cassie aside from knowing the type of style Tim was into, she knew her foot accessories and well no one absolutely no one knew shoes better than Cassie. She often said you could tell a person from the shoes they wore or in this particular instance boots and boots just like shoes made specific imprints and people all walked differently and thus wore out the soles differently even if the same size and style of shoe is worn, and so in a roundabout crazy way Cassie deduced that Tim was here and more specifically was walked away from here. Standing up Cassie clenched her fist and started to follow the tracks. Thank you Amazonian Artemis for the hunting and tracking lessons, even when trampled on she found enough of Tim's boot print to know where he went and kind of what happened because with his tracks stopping here where some large vehicle was parked alarm bells went off. Instantly Cassie moved to the street but with the salt and the snowplough having cleared the street any hopes of knowing or following the tracks of the vehicle was pretty much gone. Helplessly Cassie went back to the curb where last Tim's boot prints were along with others and she tried to hunt around for clues. As she knelt down looking for something, anything that can give a clue as to who would have taken Tim and why, a cellphone rang or rather this annoying cacophony of sounds like chittering of birds and when she followed the sound it lead her to said cellphone. Picking it up she stared at the screen for a moment wondering if she should answer or not. Then again, if this was a lost phone well the person on the other end could let their friend know that Cassie was going to turn it in to the Lost and Found at the ice rink booth but not before Cassie would let them know that their friend had lousy choices of ringtones. She tapped on the screen to answer and before she could even speak a demanding voice sounded and suddenly Cassie knew exactly what happened to Tim and why the ringtone had lame chattering penquins. It was the Penquin calling ... OOC: Stopping here cause not sure what Penguin is gonna say but Cassie's gonna stay silent and let the man do the talking he can assume it's Bats on the other line if so inclined
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2015 11:22:48 GMT
”This is just bloody rude!”. Penguin squawked out as he was left waiting for some time as the phone proceeded to just ring and ring. ”You bat folk ‘ave no manners? I’m a very busy man”. Penguin added once again. Tim remained sat there with his mouth firmly shut. He figured that a cell must have been left nearby to where he was nabbed, and that means that Penguin won’t be talking to a Bat, but Wonder Girl instead. In a weird way Tim felt a little sorry for Penguin, as he had no idea what he was getting into. No doubt, Penguin would take little to no care with what he says. Chances were that soon, very soon, Tim would get to see Penguin receive a talking to from a teenager who must be less than half his age.
And then it happened, there was an answer, and at the very moment the dial tone stopped, did Penguin begin chirping down the telephone. ”‘ows it going Bats? Miss me?”. The small chubby fellow opened with. ”Look, listen ‘ere. I caught meself one a your little vermin”. Penguin added, followed with a prompt cackle that Tim found himself siding with Penguins thugs as they each felt a little disgusted by that laugh. ”Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to do somethin’ for me, understa-”. OOC: I figured Cass may want to cut him off before Penguin goes any further
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Post by Wonder Girl on Aug 8, 2015 16:27:29 GMT
With an irritated look throwing hesitation and caution aside from the appropriateness of answering someone else's phone Cassie clicked on 'answer' as the cell phone opened communication. No sooner had she done that when a voice crackled into her ear and she didn't know what was worse, the grating voice on the other end or the chirping ringtone of penguins earlier. ”‘ows it going Bats? Miss me?”. The voice opened with. ~Bats?!~ Cassie thought caught a bit off guard not just from the sound of the voice but also at the fact that the man said 'Bats' as if expecting to have had Batman answer. So was this phone left for him? If so was it because Tim was missing and his tracks had ended near here. Was this some hostage scenario? Did this weenie actually just take Tim? ”Look, listen ‘ere. I caught meself one a your little vermin” Penguin added, and it took everything in Cassie not to crush the very phone she was holding. He did have Tim. Then what followed was a most disconcerting cackle that Cassie had to cringe and hold the phone away from her ear mostly because it was pitchy and grating and annoying but not as annoying as having taken Tim...and 'little vermin'? Who is he calling little? ”Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to do somethin’ for me, understa-”. "No YOU Listen!" obviously no one had stopped to teach Cassie mediation or negotiations and as usual Cassie met the situation head on. "You harm one hair on him, just one and you will wish you hadn't woken up today Mister! And what the hell kind of ringtone are penguins chattering? Seriously can you be anymore cliché? Like, what is your hideout under Gotham Zoo beneath the 'Penguin' exhibit? You calling me from your 'Peng-y-phone?' ... If you know what is good for you, you will let him go and I'll do you a solid and 'not' kick your ass when I see you."
On her other hand Cassie pulled out her phone and sent out a group text: 'PENGUIN HAS TIM'Hopefully Babs or Dick would get this message too because she had a feeling she might have let her emotions get the better of her and maybe did not handle the hostage negotiation the best way possible and if Pengy hung up on her well damn it she'd have a hard time tracking the man down. OOC: Gonna do a shout out to Team members see if they wanna help find Tim but we can still continue posting til someone (if anyone wants to) jumps in.
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