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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. ]