Post by Lesa on Sept 14, 2010 0:26:08 GMT -5
Jaded eyes watched the gaggle of tourists gawking at the 'majesty' and 'wonder' of Gotham Square. Selina did have to admit it was fairly impressive, even though she'd lived there all her life. Tall skyscrapers gleaming in the sunlight, the buildings and streets holding the heat so that the autumn weather didn't feel overly crisp, aside from the breeze when it whistled down. Her hair was pulled into a low French twist - the better to look like a legitimate charity director when trying to convince new donors to donate, this way.
The hair, the clothes - both were meant to show that though she was clearly female and knew it, she was conservative enough (or looked it, at least) to be in her position, and would use the money donated the right way. Of course, the latter was more true than the former. An ex-prostitute wasn't what many, even in Gotham, would consider particularly conservative. She made it work. Sunglasses were lifted back up to cover green eyes as her plaid trenchcoat billowed open to show a long line of leg encased in heels and a knee-length 'appropriately' black skirt. She'd really much prefer to be up at the preserve or making sure that her people were safe. Not socializing, not shopping. But doing the things she liked to do - and the things that were, well, legal to do. Not that she disliked stealing. Just couldn't do that in the daylight. Not classy.
Humorous enough to people watch sitting at the cafe over lunch. Meow, new exhibit at the museum. Even if there was nothing she wanted to steal, looking would give her something to do.
The hair, the clothes - both were meant to show that though she was clearly female and knew it, she was conservative enough (or looked it, at least) to be in her position, and would use the money donated the right way. Of course, the latter was more true than the former. An ex-prostitute wasn't what many, even in Gotham, would consider particularly conservative. She made it work. Sunglasses were lifted back up to cover green eyes as her plaid trenchcoat billowed open to show a long line of leg encased in heels and a knee-length 'appropriately' black skirt. She'd really much prefer to be up at the preserve or making sure that her people were safe. Not socializing, not shopping. But doing the things she liked to do - and the things that were, well, legal to do. Not that she disliked stealing. Just couldn't do that in the daylight. Not classy.
Humorous enough to people watch sitting at the cafe over lunch. Meow, new exhibit at the museum. Even if there was nothing she wanted to steal, looking would give her something to do.
