Selina Kyle - Catwoman

[Lesa]

SELINA KYLE

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Catwoman
Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving lives in the dark
And won't you think I'm pretty[/size]
name;;Selina Kyle – Selina: English form of the Latin, means Moon. Kyle: Scottish or Yiddish – for Scottish from caol meaning Narrow, so Slender; for Yiddish comes from the Hebrew Kelila, meaning Crown or Laurel. So Moon Crown or Moon Slender. In essence, one who is ruled by the moon.
nickname;; Catwoman: “there’s a bat, why can’t there be a cat?” Lina: “Maggie wanted something short to call me, so Lina it was – better than Sel. Made me feel like more part of the family, with a short, ‘practical’ name.”
age;; Thirty
date of birth;; July 22nd, 1980 (at midnight, so she will call herself born on July 23rd if she wants to particularly stress the cat-ness of herself, as being born on the 23rd would make her a Leo).
gender;; Female
occupation;; Cat-Burglar, “heiress” (otherwise known as the money she made from selling objects she stole), socialite, vigilante defending East Gotham, organizes a charity to help the East End of Gotham, specifically the prostitutes and to keep the underage girls out of the work, also an ex-prostitute
sexual orienation;; Heterosexual
When I'm standing top the bright lit city[/size]
hair;; Dark as the night and smooth as a shadow, Selina’s hair is widely regarded as pin straight from her straightening of it – the mass of it would otherwise be a large halo of curls around her shoulderblades like an oilslick, with its eddies and waves. She only likes to give it its body at night: provides an added layer of protection from being recognized. Well, that and she finds pleasure in the pain when Batman catches a snarl in the curls. Machoistic of her for sure.
eyes;; The color of good quality – not the rarest-of-rare white – but good quality jade, Selina’s eyes have a vague catlike shape to them, despite being “round” as generally European eyes are. She heightens this catlike shape with dark eyeliner or her favored pair of catseye glasses – no, she doesn’t exactly need them. Just make her look smart, and are themselves a bit of a disguise.
height;; 5’0” – yes, Selina is short, no way to change that, but such a thing aids in her gymnastics abilities, so she has no complaints. It may have been what saved her, for the most part, from being that successful a prostitute: men, even drunk, are more likely to go for the taller undercover cop than the short looks-younger-than-she-is lady of the night, generally so they aren’t called a pedophile – though there are always those men who don’t care, or prefer the underage.
weight;; 100lbs
build;; Lean and thin, with ropy muscles that while visible under her skin, are not bulging and overt, like with body builders. An hourglass shape, some would say, sex on a stick, others.
piercings;; Double holes in her ears and one bellybutton. Her first set of holes in her ears was done at two - Maria's gift to her daughter for being such a good protector to her little sister. The second holes in her ears came at sixteen, when she took Maggie and ran away from Brian. They were her declaration to herself that she would never go near him again. Her bellybutton was done at eighteen, an attempt by Mama Fortuna to convince Selina not to go into prostitution - it didn't work, but playing with such a 'grown up' piercing on such a 'little girl' got off many of her customers without actually doing the deed: so perhaps it worked in a way. She still has all six holes, using the ones in her ears to showcase some earrings or another that show her 'wealth' to the other socialites. No one sees her bellybutton ring - probably good, as even when in her Suit she wears a little bat ring. Just because: and because she wonders just how Batman would react, if he ever saw it. She hasn't given much thought to how Bruce Wayne would react, but figures he, like most (possibly excluding Batman, but perhaps not) males will be more intrigued with the fact that she even has a bellybutton ring, regardless of what it actually is of.
tattoos;; Two small tattoos on the underside of her left breast - a pawprint, for her Mama, and a cross, for Maggie. The closest she could get to tattooing them on her heart without surgery or making the tats obvious with low-cut clothing.
style;; Selina's style has gone from shabby-chic (read: the only clothes Maria had money to pay for) to sneakthief (shades of gray - better to hide in the shadows in than pure black) to prostitute (shortest available), back to sneakthief and then to socialite with a side of vigilante. As a socialite, Selina is alluring in deep jewel tones, no pale pastels for her, only emerald, sapphire, amethyst, ruby, gold and silver, to name a few. Rich fabrics and textures, almost Victorian in her love of texture and working multiple against eachother. If she dresses in plain black it contains some form of other color or a texture, like black-on-black leopard spots on her favorite silk blazer, or the crystals adorning one of her 'little black dresses'. Bright and shining and completely female. Strong, not weak and wimpy flutteringly feminine. She prefers elegant tailoring that emphasizes her body - not an overt flaunt, most of the time, but she has curves and knows it, and will make sure everyone else knows it too. Her catsuit is the tightest thing to her, aside from a bathing suit or undergarments, mottled in various shades of gray, much like her sneaksuit from her outright thieving days. Her orange spectacles not only hide the color of her eyes, but imbedded in them is nightvision technology - so she can see as well as the cat she pretends to be.
And I'll take your hand and pick you up[/size]
favorites;; + Bruce Wayne. He's sexy-good-looking and knows it, but still, he's intelligent, good to talk to, tries to help Gotham and... well, there's just something about him that riles her up and calms her down all at the same time.
+ Batman. Sure, he's tried to capture her a bunch of times, sure, at times she can't tell if he likes her back or just hates her. But they're doing the same thing, even if he won't admit it, even if they're going about it in different ways - they're bringing peace and safety to Gotham.
+ The rest of the Bat family. Cause though she'll never admit it, she would love to just go shopping and have girltime with Batgirl, and looks on Robin as a slightly annoying younger brother: things she never got to do with someone, and a person she never got to have.
+ Alfred. Though she only knows him as Selina, she still enjoys spending time with the butler: he's pretty much how she wishes her father had been, stern, for sure, but stern with simply glances or verbal comments, not swearing and belts.
+ Maggie. Her little sister is an absolute darling, even tucked away in her cloister like she seems to be, for all the Poor Clares are a working order, helping to make the East End - and all of Gotham, better. She could only see Maggie doing this work, being the kindness that Selina can't show. She just hopes her sister knows how much she appreciates everything.
+ Mama Fortuna. A bit like a mother and grandmother rolled into one, despite the fearsome reputation Mama Fortuna has, Selina knows she can go to the madame with near anything, and she will get solid advice.
+ Holly. Her 'daughter', it still feels weird after three years to have someone look up to her so much, but a good weird, like she's learning as much from Holly as she hopes Holly is learning from her.
+ Cats
+ Capturing rapists and the other bad folk of the East End
+ Helping those of the East End
+ Seeing the people of the East End be not quite so afraid, living their lives like any other person living in Gotham
+ The feeling of silk and lace and leather against her skin, all the different textures that come with different fabrics, embroideries, heavy velvet, you name it, she generally has some item of clothing in it, except for burlap or the cheap fabrics like that.
+ Separating the rich from their unneeded money, especially if the money can go to help the East End
+ The rush she gets from stealing/climbing buildings
+ The piano - though she cannot play it, she loves to hear it played, more than any other instrument
+ Musicals - she doesn't know why, though she loves the piano by itself, she loves the sweep and emotion one gets when watching a musical. Not opera or even straight theatre do it for her as much as musicals.
+ To read. She was the top of her sophomore class, before she dropped out of school. Just because she dropped out didn't mean she stopped learning entirely - and she didn't just learn street-smarts. Mama Fortuna made sure she had plenty of books to read, and Selina loves to read philosophy, science, near anything she can get her hands on. The fact that showing such knowledge only helps in her being an educated socialite is just a perk - she reads for knowledge itself.
+ The Princess Bride yes, she will never admit it, but she loves the funny, utterly romantic movie.
+ Sushi. Yeah, a bit of a cat thing, but she enjoys the taste of raw fish. Cooked fish isn't half bad either.
hates;;
- The Joker. He creeps her out. Utterly; even if she could call Harley a friend of sorts, at times, never Harley's 'Mista J'. Ugh.
- The Penguin. Fool never keeps his eyes on her face, and even though he's 'gone respectable', he still isn't too grand in her books - in fact an out and out pervert.
- Cockroaches. They just creep her out.
- Rapists and other Friskies Bandmates like that.
- Prison, though she's never been. Just the idea horrifies her.
strengths;;
~ Her intelligence: there is a reason she was the top of her class sophomore year of high school - she could have gone places, and could even have earned the degree from Brown she had a man forge for her socialite identity.
~ Her martial-arts abilities: Selina is clearly skilled, at least at brown belt level, if not first stripe black, if the Armless Master had given her any ranking beyond 'good' 'better' 'passable' and 'you won't get killed'.
~ Her gymnastics abilities: Having trained since she was little - at least age six, Selina still retains the limber flexibility of a woman half her age.
~ She sings: well enough so that she has gone undercover as a lounge singer in order to confirm the need to attack certain of the people there; no, she's never thought about doing it for money, and isn't going to. Hard enough keeping Selina Kyle as a socialite, let alone a singer who has to travel the world!
~ Her heart: some might say that Catwoman has no heart, stealing like she does. They don't realize that her heart is large enough to encompass all the people of the East End. That is why she steals, to help them. So perhaps her heart is as big as the Man of Steel's.
weaknesses;;
= Cooking. Woman doesn't quite burn water, but even instant ramen can be perilously risky.
= Batman. Yes, the man himself is a weakness - not just because she likes him, but because since she likes him, she has to remember that the majority of those she is around as Catwoman do not, and to save her own skin, must remember to speak badly of him, when she would much rather fight them to make them rescind their statements.
= The Bat Family. Cliche, for sure, but true - she hasn't exactly jumped in front of a bullet for either of the 'kids' but she has thrown herself off the side of a building to grab Batgirl on more than one occasion, when the other woman has been free-falling with no chance of rescue by either of the men.
= Holly. Beyond even what she would do for Batman or his 'kids', she would do for Holly - Holly is the closest thing she may likely ever have to a daughter. And cats are notoriously defensive of their kittens.
= Bruce Wayne. Sure, he irritates her quite regularly, but there's just something about him that's appealing. Maybe it's that he looks beyond the sex-appeal she puts out and sees her beyond the hipe? Or that he appreciates that she has a mind, and isn't just a pretty set of 'eyes'. Hmm. She doesn't get it - she just knows that if Joker was ever to threaten Bruce Wayne, she'd likely find herself trying to kill an insane man.
= Mama Fortuna. Perhaps less so than anyone else, and certainly less so than Holly, but if someone was threatening the big Mama, heads would roll - then again, Selina knows that Mama Fortuna is getting older, and knows the older woman knows herself that her time may be up, she has lived to quite a ripe old age for the East End. Still would defend her.
= Her heart - for with the great capacity to love and care comes a great capacity to have herself wounded. For all she has gone through, Selina is still rather sensitive - she just hides it well.
= Her unwillingness to kill - for all they are bad people, Selina just doesn't have it in her. It's partly her training from the Armless Master: she was taught that every life is sacred and valuable. Then again, this could also be part of her upbringing, when Mama was alive, and from Maggie being a nun. Selina's only killed once, maybe twice - and once was the man attacking Holly. He was notorious in the area, and she had been trying to find something to really keep him locked away; instead she snapped, or rather, the line she had him tied to did. No one mourned his loss.
= Her scars. Beyond the ones she has gotten from her work as Catwoman, these are the older, silvery scars that crisscross her back and buttocks and thighs, with a few snaking around to her front - from her father. All her training has kept her nice and flexible and most of the time she barely feels them, but in the right weather, they tighten and pull as she only had Mama Fortuna to go to for treatment, and the madame wouldn't take her to any emergency center, for fear they would take both girls to an orphanage or foster home. Mama Fortuna knew Selina would never stand for such a thing, or to be separated from Maggie, as would be bound to happen. The scars range from pencil-line thin to ropey, all across in no particular pattern, but seeming to form a web. Makeup covers them when she wears lowback dresses, and she is always careful when in a bathing suit.
= Swimming. She really... can't do it. Raised inner city, with no way to get to a pool, Selina honestly cannot swim - and even if she did, she would worry about the visibility of her scars, so perhaps it is better she just sunbathes, no matter how cooling the water can look.
quirks/habits;;
: Braids and unbraids her hair for no apparent reason when nervous, also has a habit of winding the end of her hair around her fingertips and stuffing the end of a braid or ponytail between her teeth and biting on it when exceptionally nervous.
: Will stretch or go dance steps while walking or grabbing objects on high shelves, in habitual moves to retain her balance after all her gymnastics training.
: Every pair of shoes she has has at least a two inch heel, if not taller. No sneakers, not even when in the East End, and the only pair she has are the token pair for if she is asked to go on a 'jog' with other socialites and knows that she must look the part. Is sturdier in heels than flats after her years as Catwoman - and they make her taller, which is a plus.
: Doesn't cover her mouth when she yawns, even when out in social settings - it was never something she had ingrained in, and when tired enough to yawn in public, a number of social graces go out the window - she's lucky when it's just not covering a yawn.
: Can speak slumcant flawlessly, having had to train herself to her proper highborn accent, and that is another thing to leave when she is tired - but if she's aware that she's doing it, she will modify the cant to sound like she's just speaking English Cockney.
goals/dreams;;
> To raise Holly to get out of the East End, or if not out of it, to be like her - helping it, to make a difference. Like any mother, she wants her daughter to be the best she can be.
> For there to be no more crime in the East End. Sure, there'll still be the rest of Gotham to worry about. But the East End is notoriously the worst - and it's her home, so for it to be safe is a dire want.
> To perhaps, maybe, maybe marry Bruce Wayne? Though she knows that such a thing is probably as likely as her Mama coming back to life.
> To keep her people safe. All of her people, from Batman and his 'kids' to Holly and Mama Fortuna and Maggie and every regular, run of the mill just trying to have a life inhabitant of the East End. She's a cheetah around them, and cheetah females have died protecting their cubs.
> To know the identity of Batman - probably as likely as Bruce Wayne marrying her.
overall personality;;
Selina puts up a front, an attempt to keep herself cold and crisp and as insincere as any other backstabbing socialite in Gotham. Occasionally it works - or well, mostly it works. Not so much on one Bruce Wayne, but she's come to expect that over the years of their flirtation and her dragging donations out of him (though recently it's been less and less drag, more and more flirt). She feels, and deeply, caring as much as any mother for 'her people', and wanting desperately the best for them. Her intelligence isn't shown too much - in order to maintain friendships with the group that would rather just fork over money than do any work (the best for her circumstances) - for they are airheaded idiots. She despises idiots. Not as much as she despises rapists and murderers, but close.

She has a long memory, and will remember any slight given to her, returning the favor at will - spiteful and fickle as a cat, many say. Selina appreciates the compliment.

The woman is one no one ever sees in tears - it is a weakness none can be allowed to see, just like apologizing: both show that something has struck a blow and gotten under one's skin, and that cannot be. She cannot let it show, just as she cannot let show how much she cares or how much she wishes things were different. This, unfortunately, is life. She's used to it by now - it did all start with Brian, so she's had plenty of practice, from barely five years old.
And keep you there so you can see[/size]
father;; Brian Kyle {Taxi-Driver (Alcoholic); 55, if not dead yet}
mother;; Maria (Peterson) Kyle {Waitress (Deceased: Suicide); died age 25, would be 50}
siblings;; Margaret (Maggie) {sister with the Order of Poor Clares; 28}
relatives;; Mama Fortuna {Madame; 72} (Not quite a relative, but someone Selina at least slightly cares about – between herself and Mama Fortuna, East Gotham’s got two protectors, for all Mama Fortuna does sell out girls. All are at least of legal age, and willing to do the work, such as it is.)

Holly Robinson {Ex-prostitute; 15} (Again, not quite a relative, but Selina has unofficially adopted the girl after rescuing her from her john – he was daring to not only rape a girl on Catwoman’s territory, but rape a girl who he ‘owned’ that was underage. She understands the need of East End women to be prostitutes, as she was one herself. But she refuses to allow it to happen to girls too young to be legal: Holly was barely twelve.)
pets;; Bast {Black Alley Cat, 5} (technically Holly's)
Numerous - too numerous - other cats, ranging from old graybeards to newborn kittens with their mothers that come and go and come and go and eat and sit everywhere and want to be loved. She's given up on naming them, calling them collectively 'Her Cats' and making up names if pressed.
hometown;; East End of Gotham
currentlyliving;; East End of Gotham, regularly, though she does have a high-rise apartment in one of the Wayne Apartment buildings, to keep herself looking like a wealthy heiress. She rarely goes in it, unless to throw parties or impress people for some reason or another.
history;; Maria was lucky, getting what nurse she did, considering it was so very late at night in the hospital. She’d gotten one of the good ones, the ones that would wipe off the sweat and speak calmingly, not one of the ones who would bark at you to shut up, even though you had a very good reason to scream – even with an epidural it hurt, giving birth. Brian was standing beside her, holding her free hand, looking just as scared as she felt. Their first baby.

Selina was born a bawling, mewling bundle of black hair and pink skin either in the very depths of the night on July 22nd or the very earliest of morning on July 23rd – no one is quite certain, as all involved were too busy paying attention to the birth than the clock. Maria would always say that Selina was born on the 22nd, while Brian would say she was born on the 23rd. Either way it didn’t matter, she was born and grew healthy. When Selina was two, her little sister Margaret came into the world – she was there, staring wide-eyed and scared, because Daddy was at home asleep and wouldn’t wake up, and Mama wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon, but she’d taken the swings Daddy had tried to hit Selina with on her stomach.

The little blackhaired girl instantly became her little sister’s protector from their father’s wrath – more so after Selina found Mama on the bed one afternoon when she came back home from kindergarten and Mama wouldn’t wake up. But this wasn’t like when Daddy wouldn’t wake up – Mama didn’t wake up at all, not even after ‘sleeping it off’. So it became just little Lina and Maggie and Brian. Lina would take Maggie down to be watched by Mama Fortuna who lived in the apartment below them before she went to school. Mama Fortuna was nice, and all her ‘girls’ liked to play with Selina and Maggie.

It was Mama Fortuna who made sure both Selina and Maggie learned how to do martial arts after the first time Selina came to her bleeding from Brian’s belt. Maggie didn’t like it very much, but Selina loved it, almost as much as she loved when her gym classes were for gymnastics. Mama Fortuna made sure Selina had enough money to go to gymnastics lessons along with martial arts, and soon the little twelve-year old was being looked at as a potential member of the junior high cheering squad. Not that Selina would do it – she had to be home right after school, to make sure Maggie didn’t try to wake up Brian (she would never call him Daddy any more, not after the last time he hit her).

Selina made sure Maggie was settled with Mama Fortuna when she set out on her own – she had dealt too much damage to Brian to stay around him after he had walked into her room angry at Maria for not coming to his bed, instead cuddling with her little kitten. Selina had always liked it when Mama had called her kitten – but when Brian said it, it scared her. So at sixteen, the rising star of the sophomore class of East Gotham High took to the streets, determined to make her way. Mama Fortuna wouldn’t let her turn tricks with the girls: she was too young. But Selina had other skills she would put to use.

Her first boyfriend had taught her how to pick pockets. He’d broken up with her after she became better at it than he did – and her second had taught her the art of scaling the side of a building. Between the two, Selina was able to take care of herself, though she did run afoul of a couple of johns. At least they didn’t take her virginity: that had been her first boyfriend, and she’d gone willingly. These men… not so much. She stole the whip off one of the johns and after effectively defeating him, took the money she had gotten to her old martial arts instructor – the Armless Master – who was more than happy to teach her how to use the bullwhip.

She checked up regularly on Maggie – she was doing well, Mama Fortuna had convinced the local Catholic high school to take her in as a charity case, her with no parents and a sister running wild in the streets. Selina had laughed at the description, and knew her gentle Maggie was where she belonged: even when little, Maggie had always loved going to church. Still a bit galling to know that Maggie’s education was being paid for by the Wayne fortune, and not Selina. Couldn’t be too annoyed, however – wasn’t like the Waynes were around, and wasn’t like Bruce Wayne was doing anything to stop the money being spent. When she turned eighteen she approached Mama Fortuna again about turning tricks, and the older woman begrudgingly allowed her to do so: it felt to the madame more like shoving her own granddaughter into such a job, than a woman coming to her begging for work and protection.
Selina grew bored with it quickly – didn’t have the rush of picking pockets or going into apartments and stealing their goods for her own need, or to sell and give the money to Mama Fortuna or one of the charities or the people in the streets of the East End. That and the men were so crude and nasty. After six long months, Selina had enough and went back to her roof-top living.

Years passed this way, Selina shelling out the money she didn’t hide away or need, sneaking in and out of places, trying to protect ‘her people’ as well she could. Only when she first heard of Superman and then Batman did she get an idea – if there was a Bat of Gotham, there could be a Cat of Gotham, and she knew full well he wouldn’t try to help the same people she helped. That and there were so many crimes in Gotham, the Bat simply couldn’t save everyone. So she’d help him. And keep helping the people of the East End.

By now Selina had a good enough nest egg from seven years of thievery to set herself up in an apartment and attempt to make her work to help her people more ‘legitimate’. So the unexpected heiress Selina Kyle ventured into the glitzy higher echelons of Gotham, complete with the deepest false identity a scared hacker could plant for her. It worked.

Now Selina crosses mental swords with the upper crust (read: Bruce Wayne) during the day, when not coaxing riches out of them like she coaxes a smile out of Batman at night. She doesn’t work with him all the time. Just some of the time. When their paths cross, and he looks to need the help. He doesn’t like her – all of the time. Cause well, she still steals. Generally not for herself (though that Bast statue at the museum was cute…), but to still help support her people in the East End. Because there has to be at least one part of this town that hunk of man – ahem, that Batman doesn’t have to worry about.
As long as you're alive and care[/size]
name;; Lesa
age;;twenty
experience;; 10 years of RPing, mostly Dragonriders of Pern
activity;; I’ll try to get on at least weekly, hoping for more, but I’m a junior in college and an English major, so have lots of papers and reading, and the work comes first.
whyyoujoined;; Todd convinced me to…and Selina was open. =^_^=
phrase;; Selina Kyle warns you that (Sailor) Pluto is out for revenge.
example;;

At least the view was different. Selina sighed, head hanging over the edge of her bed and resumed her staring contest with the guard. So far she'd won five times. Pretty good, considering he didn't even know they were playing. All she wanted was something to do, dammit! Exercising was fun and all, but after a time, one just got too sore to continue. Unless you were Bruce Wayne. She licked her lips at the thought. Yum. She just wanted to eat him up like a bowl full of cream.

Abruptly she began to wonder just how being here would change him. Surrounded by all his worst enemies, even if only she knew his second identity, and she wouldn't tell a soul...still, it had to be nerve-wracking. She resolved to make it easier on him, if he was known as "hers" perhaps they wouldn't go after Bruce mercilessly, or perhaps they'd do it worse. Hmm. A waiting game, then.

At least Joker was in solitary. That creep scared her witless. Not that the rest of this group weren't weirding her out in one way or another. But Dent based everything on his coin, and Crane could be kept civil by serious discussion, as could Nygma. Cobblepot was always good for a talk, if she could keep his eyes in their proper place; how he saw anything due to the bagginess of the orange-hideousness they were forced to wear surprised her.

The guard's banging made her jump, which she turned into a lackadaisical back-walkover to her feet. Couldn't let them see they intimidated her at all, after all. If it got out that THE Catwoman was worried about the little guards, then everyone would be after her. At least if the guards remained afraid of her...with a shake of her head she banished the memories of her times in Gotham Penitentiary. Too bad there hadn't been anyone afraid of her then, or anyone to look out for her...if there had been...the socialite shook her head again once. If she kept up that train of thought, there'd be no way she could keep up the verbal warfare she'd need for the coming hours.

Selina grimaced at the sight of a second bed on the other side of the room. That's right, she was getting a roommate. His Excellency, the Warden had finally smartened up to the fact that putting Poison Ivy and Harlequin in the same cell was a bad idea. Had only taken them three breakouts and long, agonizing recaptures by Batman to do so. She'd have to be more careful with Isley in her room. If Isley caught even the slightest hint of what she knew about Bruce Wayne...he'd be dead before the second day. He'd better be smart enough to stay away from poisoned kisses. His lips were for Catwoman-kisses only, if he was to be kissing a 'villain'!

With that thought in mind, and the memory of the feel of his lips against hers, dry and warm and smooth and perfect, her walk changed. None would see it, she reckoned, except him. This was no longer the walk of Catwoman, slinky and dominating. Nor was it the walk of Selina Kyle, sexy and aristocratic. This was the walk of simply Selina, lover of Bruce Wayne and kisser of Batman, seductive and firm. Simply Selina knew what she wanted, and knew how to get it.

She kept the disappointment from her every body-line as she gazed upon the room. There was no way she would show by any way that she wished Bruce was in here. Only Crane and Dent so far, one attempting to play chess, the other looking extremely bored, but feeling, as he so often seemed to, she realized, that doing this action would be better than no action at all.

Hmph. Neither of them had any patience. With a resigned sigh, Selina threw herself down on one of the rickety couches, black hair flying behind her, since they wouldn't allow her more than one hair elastic at a time, and it had broken again. If all they gave her were the really thin ones, it was going to break, her hair was too thick, she'd told them that! Then again, she realized, lack of a hair elastic meant she could braid and unbraid her hair to her heart's content. Sure, she could never finish it off properly, but...it was better than sitting here and staring at the ceiling again. With that thought in mind, she ruthlessly separated half her hair and began working out the knots.

If either of the two men wanted to talk to her, they'd do so.

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