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genessia2016-12-03 09:55 pm
peachykean) wrote in genessia2016-12-03 09:55 pm
Entry tags:
bounty log
Who: Barbara Kean and Edward Nygma
What: Bounty - Ice Box
When: The day after the bounty's posted. No sense in wasting time.
Where: Attleton, someone's house that's had their heat cut.
Warnings: Violence.
[ Her first newspaper since her decision to become Attleton's City Guardian. And it wasn't as if she didn't have experience hunting down criminals. It wasn't that hard when you knew how to get information out of people. She'd actually reached the solution before Nygma had last time alongside Tabby, but Tabitha wasn't here and their methods were.. not exactly City Guardian-level PR that time.
It's a darn good thing she knows how to use people and Ed is just so conveniently located in their little box rooms until she gets her job. (If she's going to have to work might as well be on top and have permission to do things her way.) So Ed was going to use his forensics and problem-solving skills to get her the answer and she would do the part Jim did, the way Jim probably should've done it. Her way was much more efficient. It took less than a day, even if she was sure here way would've saved them an hour or two, but they'd figured out which house was going to get hit after the heat went out and Barbara had insisted on being the one to play theatrics.
And thus here is the stage: Barbara Kean seated in the largest chair in the house, furniture rearranged so it was at the center when the robbers would open the door. Their view would be in the dark at first. The people in the house had invested in one of those awful clap-on lights but it was most efficient to her. Two claps in the dark when the door opens and the lights turn on to reveal Barbara in a short dress and the biggest fur coat she could find, a smirk on her lips. ]
I heard about a man from my world who had frozen people solid, but killing peoples' heaters in the winter? [ Her voice goes high pitched, her face contorting like she's going to cry. ] That's just cold.
[ She certainly doesn't look intimidating though. No superpowers, no visible weapons. Just a very nice looking woman in a chair. Of course they invited themselves in. Guess the creeper was right. ]
What: Bounty - Ice Box
When: The day after the bounty's posted. No sense in wasting time.
Where: Attleton, someone's house that's had their heat cut.
Warnings: Violence.
[ Her first newspaper since her decision to become Attleton's City Guardian. And it wasn't as if she didn't have experience hunting down criminals. It wasn't that hard when you knew how to get information out of people. She'd actually reached the solution before Nygma had last time alongside Tabby, but Tabitha wasn't here and their methods were.. not exactly City Guardian-level PR that time.
It's a darn good thing she knows how to use people and Ed is just so conveniently located in their little box rooms until she gets her job. (If she's going to have to work might as well be on top and have permission to do things her way.) So Ed was going to use his forensics and problem-solving skills to get her the answer and she would do the part Jim did, the way Jim probably should've done it. Her way was much more efficient. It took less than a day, even if she was sure here way would've saved them an hour or two, but they'd figured out which house was going to get hit after the heat went out and Barbara had insisted on being the one to play theatrics.
And thus here is the stage: Barbara Kean seated in the largest chair in the house, furniture rearranged so it was at the center when the robbers would open the door. Their view would be in the dark at first. The people in the house had invested in one of those awful clap-on lights but it was most efficient to her. Two claps in the dark when the door opens and the lights turn on to reveal Barbara in a short dress and the biggest fur coat she could find, a smirk on her lips. ]
I heard about a man from my world who had frozen people solid, but killing peoples' heaters in the winter? [ Her voice goes high pitched, her face contorting like she's going to cry. ] That's just cold.
[ She certainly doesn't look intimidating though. No superpowers, no visible weapons. Just a very nice looking woman in a chair. Of course they invited themselves in. Guess the creeper was right. ]
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She doesn't look intimating but the rearrangement and presentation of her being there makes it obvious to the men that the current sight was compromised. Rather than criminals that knew when they had been had and wisely turned around, these were the kind that instead decided to move further into the room, towards her - thinking she's more of an easily removed obstacle than any sort of actual issue. The obvious brains (if you could call them that) of the operation starts feeding Barbara typical smug lines about a pretty lady needing to mind her own business.
And then the door slams behind them. There's Ed. A tall figure wearing a well-tailored suit with an arm outstretched on over the door. His palm flat and fingers splayed on the only door that leads out. The lock clicks and suddenly Barbara turns into a threat to them.
Go on... ]
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Take a seat.
[ She doesn't get up, she doesn't threaten them, but her tone does change to more commanding as her hand turns up as if she's offering them some of the chairs that have been moved around the room to put her at the center. There's a threat in her voice, but whatever that threat is isn't immediately present. When they don't move, Barbara pulls a grenade out of her jacket and lightly teases the pin with her finger. One she probably didn't tell Ed she even had. ]
Your other choice is to make me ask again.
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Where the heck did she get a grenade? He doesn't recall the advertisement stating 'dead or alive.' ]
I'd do as she says.
[ Well, now one of them is sitting. The weak link. The one in charge is insisting she's bluffing. It's not even real, he claims. Oh dear. ]
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Aww, thank you. At least one of you has manners. You get to go with Ed and I to the other room.
[ She pulls out a gun and shoots one of the other men in the leg, without warning. ]
You get to stay here. [ She points the gun at the third man, the "leader." She stands up, lowering the gun and tossing it to Ed but stepping close enough to put the grenade in his hand, her fingers hovering over the pin. ] What do you think, boss? Want to find out how good of a poker face I've got?
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Part of him is a little thrilled about the risk, as much as he'd hate to admit. He'd more upset she didn't tell him she had that than the fact that she could easily pull the pin out and destroy them all.
He knew she had the gun, at least. And looks far too gleeful when it's used. A wide grin and his hands clapping together. People walk differently when they're concealing a loaded firearm. But it took longer than usual to notice this with her. Partially because he doesn't know her well enough but mostly because she's extremely tricky to catch on to. Unpredictable. What a fascinating puzzle she is. What else does she have in that big coat? Knives?
And that's the gun. He catches it and looks at it because he's pretty sure she didn't put the safety back on before carelessly throwing a loaded pistol at him. He holds it in one hand and waves his free hand at the man currently crouched over with a bullet wound in his leg. ] You should put pressure on that. [ The response is something along the lines of FUCK YOU. The gun gets aimed at him. ] There is no need to be so rude.
[ With the grenade in his hand, the boss undoubtedly knows it isn't a bluff. He could've worn his fireproof gear today. ]