Post by Selina Kyle on May 5, 2010 21:05:52 GMT -5
SELINA MARIA KYLE
The proceedings for this session with one
SELINA MARIA KYLE can now commence
after being postponed since May 17th 1982. Subject is FEMALE and by referring to their date of
birth we are able to assume they are twenty-seven, without suspicion of
falsehood—as of yet. Inquiries are being made, however, in regards to their response to the
request "Describe yourself in one word", to which their reply was “complex”
Individual’s sexual preference on the generic scale is straight and he/she associates,
generally, with other villains. However, their current mental state
has left us to wonder if being a theif is truly right for them. The patient has also informed us
that we may call them by the following title(s), Catwoman. Of all the responses received we were most disturbed to find that they believe quite adamantly that they resemble Megan Fox; such a claim raises many questions. [/color][/center]
distinguishing features
I've never exactly been one for tattoos. Given the choice, I couldn't tell you what sort of things I'd write on myself. My body is already a scarred mess. Well, it's not that bad, most of them have healed fairly well, that I can cover them. There's two which are pretty bad. There's one on my right side, I was stabbed when I was fourteen. It never really healed, it's now just a reminded of the childhood I'd rather forget. The other one is on my left thigh. A gun wound. I, well 'catwoman' was shot by the Joker. I couldn't run to the hospital about it. When you're in my line of work, simple things are complicated. Doctor's ask too many questions. Evidently, I'm no surgeon. It was a patched job. It happened a little after Bruce found out who I was. He fixed it up a bit. He's no surgeon either, but a little more experience with stitching than I was. [/SIZE]
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self-presentation
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likes?
- Cats... isn't that an obvious one?
- Independence
- Freedom
- Jewels, pretty things in general actually, people tend to go to great lengths to protect them, makes it more fun to steal
- Home-made Italian food. It reminds me of my grandmother.
- Batman.. well Bruce Wayne if we want to get technical. I let him know my secrets, shockingly Gotham's resident billionare is the only person who's ever truly understood me
- Fast Cars
- Spring Time
- The night
- Shoes
- A challenge
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dislikes?
- My parents
- Snow
- Commitment
- alarms, they complicate things
- Winter in general, it's a brutual season when you live on the streets
- People who take what they have for granted
- Joker. He shot me once, lets just stay I haven't exactly forgiven him about that one
- Early mornings
- Snobs
- Dogs
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personal strengths?
Mentally, I'd say I'm a very independent person. I've relied on myself for a very long time. With that independence, came alot of confidence and pride. I'm proud of the things I've accomplished, no matter how illegitimate they made have been. I can handle my own, and I'm proud of that. I'm also very intune with myself. In the end, I'm happy about how I turned out.
I guess I'm a bit smooth for a lack of a better word. I know how to keep control in a situation, and how to say all the right things.
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personal weaknesses?
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phobias?
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motives?
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evaluation summary
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As we neared the end of the session, we began to reach the roots of our subject's character.
Questions were posed concerning their immediate relatives. The persons responsible
for their upbringing are/were "Brian and Maria Kyle".
When asked about siblings they responded: ” Maggie Kyle” Lastly, we inquired about
"significant others" who have had held or who currently hold in a role in their lives: ”FIST PERSON”
background check
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This marks the conclusion of this report.
To finish, we ask the name of the patient’s doctor: Meg.
Next, we need to know your schedule: Eastern.. same as NYC.
Also, we need to know if you have anything to share with us: ”Personal suggestions? Etc.”
Lastly, before we forget, a statement of your past experience in this field would be an excellent finishing touch:
Quick deep breaths escaped the young woman's lips as she leaned her back against the wall of the dark appartment. Home sweet home. Tonight had been close, too close. Things were getting rough lately, admitting to that was saying alot. She had seen alot in her young life, saying things were rough was an incredibly bold statement.
Selina Kyle knew better than anyone how rough the west end of Gotham city could be. She had seen the best of it and the worst of it. She knew how the east end opperated. It was a cruel dark place. Crime had terrorized its streets since she was a child. She watched helplessly as families were ripped apart. It wasn't a place worth growing up in, worth living in, but she felt she needed to be there. She could afford better, much better than the west end, but she couldn't leave. She had a bond with those streets that was deeper than even she knew. Those streets raised her, taught her how to survive, and helped her to become the woman she was today. She needed those streets as much as they needed her.
As her breaths slowed, a gloved hand pulled the leather cat mask off of her face. Tonight was supposed to be quiet. Well, she wanted it to be quiet. Things had been too hectic lately. She needed a break, a night to put her mind to rest. She needed to relax. And her relaxation techniques were a bit out of the ordinary. There was one thing that cleared her mind like no other. Theft. It was an old habit, and old habits die hard. It didn't needed to be anything big, something easy was fine, she just needed the focus, and the rush of adrenaline that came with it. She was selective over who she stole from. In her own twisted morals, if she stole from those who deserved it, she was really doing nothing wrong.
She finally flicked the lights on in the apartment, sitting down in an oversized leather chair. Gloved fingers tapped anxiously on the glass table beside her, as her mind cleared its thoughts. It should have been an easy job. She thought she'd been in and out in 15 minutes. That was until she found the Joker around in the same warehouse she targeted. The fact he was there was proof that things in the East End were getting worse. She thought she had it under control, that was until the break out in arkham happened.
The one thing she still couldn't figure out was why he was there. He was looking for something, that much was clear, but the question was what. She was after a couple jewels, nothing no one would really miss, but there was no way that's what he was interested. Whatever it was, she knew it wasn't good.
Selina Kyle knew better than anyone how rough the west end of Gotham city could be. She had seen the best of it and the worst of it. She knew how the east end opperated. It was a cruel dark place. Crime had terrorized its streets since she was a child. She watched helplessly as families were ripped apart. It wasn't a place worth growing up in, worth living in, but she felt she needed to be there. She could afford better, much better than the west end, but she couldn't leave. She had a bond with those streets that was deeper than even she knew. Those streets raised her, taught her how to survive, and helped her to become the woman she was today. She needed those streets as much as they needed her.
As her breaths slowed, a gloved hand pulled the leather cat mask off of her face. Tonight was supposed to be quiet. Well, she wanted it to be quiet. Things had been too hectic lately. She needed a break, a night to put her mind to rest. She needed to relax. And her relaxation techniques were a bit out of the ordinary. There was one thing that cleared her mind like no other. Theft. It was an old habit, and old habits die hard. It didn't needed to be anything big, something easy was fine, she just needed the focus, and the rush of adrenaline that came with it. She was selective over who she stole from. In her own twisted morals, if she stole from those who deserved it, she was really doing nothing wrong.
She finally flicked the lights on in the apartment, sitting down in an oversized leather chair. Gloved fingers tapped anxiously on the glass table beside her, as her mind cleared its thoughts. It should have been an easy job. She thought she'd been in and out in 15 minutes. That was until she found the Joker around in the same warehouse she targeted. The fact he was there was proof that things in the East End were getting worse. She thought she had it under control, that was until the break out in arkham happened.
The one thing she still couldn't figure out was why he was there. He was looking for something, that much was clear, but the question was what. She was after a couple jewels, nothing no one would really miss, but there was no way that's what he was interested. Whatever it was, she knew it wasn't good.
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I'M NOT MAD BATMAN! by a.l.e.x. of caution 2.0? (edited by Tori)