action;

[peachykean]

Dun dah dah duuuun~ ♫

[ It'd been an hour or two since she'd arrived. Barbara had wandered around Genessia City for some time, just observing the place with a sense of wonder. The quiet humming had come about when she'd walked by a dress shop and saw just the loveliest dress. It really was too bad. She smiled and tilted her head slightly. Not ending up in a coma again was probably for the best and the jailbait at the gate made it sound like it wasn't likely she was going to be seeing good old Jim any time soon anyhow. No Jim, no Tabitha. Not even a Butch to play with. This place was boring already.

She turns on her heel to face the nearest person, a smile plastered to her face that seemed just a little off. Not insincere, of course. She seemed legitimately excited all things considered. ]

Hi. Yes, you. Hello, I'm Barbara. Do you mind helping a girl out?

[ There are a lot more things to get acquainted with than the rules and regulations if you want to be comfortable, starting with the people. ]

Comments

[black_black_heart]

Mmmmmaybe~

[Tannusen had paused near the storefront too, he himself dressed mostly in white.]

That depends on the type of help you want, doesn't it?

[peachykean]

[ There weren't many people who carried themselves in a way that seemed to remind her of a special someone. A special dead someone as it turns out not all predators survive long-term (though betting against Jim Gordon was definitely his mistake in Barbara's eyes). Still, it was a familiar sense she got from the man, which made her more comfortable- likely the opposite effect it would have on most people. ]

That depends on what kind of help you have. I'm new here. Trying to figure out who's in charge- not those Guardians which, by the way, on the nose much with the title? [ She makes like she's about to gag, but stops, a more serious expression on her face- though still not quite serious so much as demanding. ] I don't mean who brought us here either. I mean who's in charge of the streets, who's the one you don't want to cross?

[black_black_heart]

Ohhh, the sort of question asked by few and far between.

[The tiger-turned-man has his black-gloved hands in his trouser pockets. He takes them out to tick people off on his fingers.]

Let's see... we have literal Dracula in Everglade, and rumor has it we have the actual devil... somewhere. There's a bunch of priests with some very un-priestly tendencies... especially that dark-haired one who bums around in bunny slippers. There's a fellow named Sun Wukong who I've never seen, but he owns a lot of things, and the same goes for that Weiss Schnee lady from the hologram.

No organized crime that I've seen. Nothing memorable, anyway. No gangs, or mobsters that I've seen...

Oh,

[Tannusen pauses, and smiles as though he'd forgotten.]

...and then there's myself, of course.

[peachykean]

Groovy. That means there's an opening.

[ Less work for her if she doesn't have to climb over anyone to get her way. Though she's less organized crime and more.. everyone give me nice things and we all stay happy. Organized crime is just how Gotham works, so she works within it. ]

So do any of those people actually do anything or are they just rich and existent? And what are you supposed to be?

[ Just gotta check. ]

Action;

[aurabble]

[Jaune doesn't work in Genessia City, but sometimes he likes to go there just for a change of scenery. He's even wearing casual clothes. Pumpkin Pete's forever.

Unfortunately, he's taken by surprise by the attractive blonde who isn't Yang addressing him.]

He...llo?

Action;

[peachykean]

Yes, hi. [ She sounds like she's getting snappy. She even raises her hand to gesture like she's trying to pull his eyes up to hers. ]

What's your name?

Action;

[aurabble]

[Oh, so the same kind of attitude of his sisters. He meets her eyes, briefly apologetic.]

Jaune? My name is Jaune. What's your name?

Re: Action;

[peachykean]

Barbara. I already said that, but I'll give you some leeway because it looks like you need it.

[ This is clearly not the brightest crayon in the box she's talking to. ]

Okay, Jaune. Do you mind telling me where I can find a place to sleep that doesn't look like a box with a paper-thin mattress in it?

[orlokbutterfly]

[Gale was out and about in Genessia City to get more plans for a new establishment in the city, but he's easily sidetracked by the call of that pretty lady of there. He stops in place, giving her a bit of a smirk and tipping his sunglasses down.]

I'm sure I could manage it. What does a gorgeous lady like you need from a scoundrel like me?

[peachykean]

If you're a scoundrel you're perfect.

[ She actually looks excited by that, but it immediately ] Though if you're not and you're just claiming to be to get bad boy points, shame on you. So fess up. [ There's something sexual about the way she looks at him, practically purring out of her lips. If given a riding crop, she probably seemed like the type that would spank him. ] Have you really been a bad boy?

[orlokbutterfly]

[His eyebrows lifted in intrigue. Oh, that was a look and tone that definitely interested him. If she hadn't had his attention before, she sure had it now. He turned to face her fully, tilting his head to the side.]

Oh honey, I worked as a mercenary for years. I don't need to make claims for the bad boy points that I already have.

[He smiles then, making it a point to feign innocence.]

Unnnless you wanted me to lie and pretend that I've always been good boy all my life?

[peachykean]

Oh goody.

[ She smiles, taking a step closer, slowly lifting her hand to put it on his chest. ]

What's your name, baby?

[fade_to_black]

[Well there was a happier reaction than was normal. But Blake had stopped trying to keep track of 'normal'.] New arrival?

[peachykean]

Aren't you a quick study?

[ Okay there's something a little sarcastic about that, but it looks like she's studying Blake. She's easily giving off the least information about herself of everyone she's spoken to so far. ]

What can I say, I love wedding gowns. It's always been my dream to become a bride. What's your name?

[fade_to_black]

[She doesn't take that too personally as her humor is pretty dry. And getting dumped here while planning a wedding is pretty much one of the most awkward things she can imagine.] Blake.

[Cue some hesitation.] It's not the strangest thing people have come here wearing.

[peachykean]

[ Good thing it's still in the window shop they're nearby. ]

What's the strangest? [ Always good to have expectations. And then break them. Maybe she'll go for something spectacular just to make a grand entrance. ]

[gamerrep]

[Chiaki had just been coming back from yet another day of gaming at various places or seeing a few that she had been invited to so she hadn't been paying much attention to people around her. At least until they spoke to her.

Looking over slightly, she kept her hands close to herself.]

Hello... What do you need help with?

[peachykean]

I'm new. Let's start here: What's the fastest way to not living in something that makes Gotham slums look like a 4 star motel?

[ They may have bugs but at least they've got room to spread your legs. ]

[gamerrep]

Going to the welcome center... I think.

[She was thinking about it right now. Would that be the right answer?]

They can help find you a decent place.

[offwithhishat]

[ Sometimes Jefferson hated that it took so little to pique his curiosity. Actually, he hated it most of the time, but especially more so when it landed him in unexpected situations. He'd had full intention of minding his own business, but subconsciously he'd slowed his stride briefly enough to end up caught up in a face to face encounter with the stranger who had been humming to herself only seconds ago. His immediate reaction was to shoot his eyebrows up in surprise, his eyes catching sight of just how enthusiastic her smile was, but he forced himself to regain his composure as gracefully as he could. Maybe dismissing the abruptness with a short laugh would smooth things over a bit. ]

I could certainly try, but you should at least know someone's name before trusting them to help you. [ He removed a gloved hand from his pocket and held it out to the woman, his expression and mannerisms polite enough. ] I'm Jefferson.

[peachykean]

If I should know someone's name before I trust them what's to stop them from lying about their name and their help?

[ She's just saying, logic man. Still, she lifts her hand up and lets him take it. Kiss it or whatever you want be polite. ]

[offwithhishat]

Good to know you're being smart about it. There's other criteria, but we all have to start somewhere. [ Jefferson flashed a smile and took her hand in a gentle but firm grasp, shaking it briefly before allowing his own hand to fall to his side. ] As for what you needed assistance with, Barbara, I'll leave it up to you if I'm qualified or not.

[redcinemareel]

[Walking her dog, Grell, loosely bundled up in a red coat left unbuttoned and showing off a black mini dress, and blue scarf, stops abruptly at the sudden person greeting her. Well, there isn't a reason not to?]

Uh...sure?

[At least her dog isn't barking at the woman. A good sign.]

[peachykean]

As the only person who seems to have a sense of fashion in this city, I value your opinion more than that guy's. [ She motions to some random guy on the street who looks up but doesn't understand why he's apparently not worth asking and just moves on. ] First, your name. I do have manners. [ Well, sometimes. She knows them all she just doesn't always choose to use them. ]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell does look over to the random guy and scrunches up her nose a bit at his wardrobe. That poor soul. But it's true. Her fashion is better than most.]

Oh? Color me surprised. I'm Grell. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Barbara. How may I help?