Don't feed the kitty

Didn't your mother tell you never to feed a stray? Independent younger Selina Kyle. She is NOT Catwoman. Please look at the ic and ooc info before you interact. Face claim is Phoebe Tonkin. Mun is of age but Muse is 20. Blog may be nsfw.

[justpackingheat-blog]

"I’m starving."

Did it matter? Yeah. If there was one thing that Jason has trouble coming to eye with, is allowing himself to starve. There’s been far too many years and far too many times that he couldn’t eat, much less what he wanted to eat. No one needed that.

"Italian good?"

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Whatever works for you, man. I'll eat anything." She dropped him a wink that made blatantly obvious the double entendre that came with that statement. After all, she was still working, and she might be able to squeeze some more money out of him. Failing that, there was always the notion that he might come back.

She tucked her hand in the back pockets of her jeans. "So. What do I call you? Sir? Mister?" She cocked a brow. "I'm not calling you 'daddy'. You're, like, my age."

[justpackingheat-blog]

The money wasn’t exactly dirty, perse, but most people didn’t have crinkled one hundred dollar bills. Jason does and he doesn’t even bother counting when he grabs a few and shoves them into the woman’s hand. 

"There ya go. Did you eat yet?" 

[donttrustastray-blog]

Selina examined the cash, then the guy, then the cash again. Slowly she bent down and tucked it into her boot, making sure it sat under the arch of her foot. What did this guy do?

"Yesterday," she said, answering his question. "Does it matter?"

[donttrustastray-blog]

- onebadass-samaritan

Selina dropped the cigarette from her lips and exhaled a smoke ring. "Hi there, handsome." She grinned. "You want something?"

[willstrayham-deactivated2017112]

The body has the same markings as the last three bodies. The FBI aren’t called in for dead hookers. That is, until body parts start going missing like trophies. An ear, a finger, a breast and another finger. This kind of disorganised killing — sporadic, uninspiring — will be easy to attach to a killer. A used condom found in the mouth of the alley way will go to the labs straight away, but Will is certain it doesn’t belong to their guy—

He sees her out of the corner of his eye and excuses himself from the circle of investigators being briefed to walk up behind her. “This is a closed crime scene."

[donttrustastray-blog]

Selina stiffened when she felt someone come up behind her, turning sharply to face the man behind her. Her hand slipped under her leather coat, finding the balisong tucked into the small of her back. Just in case.

"Oh. Yeah. I know." She winked and clicked her tongue, pointing at him. "Totally got it. I'm, like, the local PC gopher. You know. You want a coffee? Doin' the rounds and stuff. Didn't Commish Gordon tell you?"

[donttrustastray-blog]

- willstrayham

Selina rolled the lollipop in her mouth as she approached the crime scene. Another poor dead hooker. It was written all over their faces. The talent that let her know a guy was cruising for a girl - or was a cop posing as a guy cruising for a girl - let her look into people a little further than usual.

Selina edged her way to the police tape, glancing around. Then she slipped under it, looking all official and shit. Just a glimpse. A glance. She sidestepped toward the edge of the alley, not wanting to see the crime, per se. She wanted to see the body. She wanted to see who it was.

Anyone would accuse her of morbid curiosity. Of just being another kid that wanted to be nosy a crime scene. But they were normal folk with normal lives. On the streets, it was different. You looked out for each other. And Selina had to know if this was an isolated thing or if someone was gunning for girls in East End.

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Urgh... God. How much did I drink last night. ... Where am I?"

[justpackingheat-blog]

I’ll give ya three hundred right now. No costumes, nothing weird. You just accompany me for the night. [Money was never an issue for Jason and hey, if it meant helping someone else, he didn’t see a reason why it would matter now.]

[donttrustastray-blog]

Three hundred large and all he wanted to do was hang out with her? Normally Selina would think this guy was leading her to a situation that any sane woman would run screaming from, but he seemed... ok.

Besides, she had a knife in her boot and a sprinter's body for a reason. She wasn't totally without tricks.

She held her hand out for the money. "Up front. Then let's go."

[formerthirdbird-deactivated2013]

"Okay, you were serious. Listen, I don’t necessarily want to kiss you either. I think I’ll just face the wrath of the anons. You have a nice day now Miss."

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Bye! Don't trip over your high horse when you get off it!"

[formerthirdbird-deactivated2013]

"You’re kidding, right..?"

[donttrustastray-blog]

"I provide a service, kiddo. I don't hand shit out for free. You want to kiss me. I don't want to kiss you. So it becomes a job. Pay up or walk away."

[flaeroatima-deactivated20240819]

Loki will allow the silence to sit comfortabley for about five seconds.

"You will have to speak eventually."

[donttrustastray-blog]

Selina was never one to keep her mouth shut for long, so eventually came pretty fast. "You... don't look like a guy that needs to pay for a good time. So, er. You don't look like a cop, either. Are you one of those psycho murderer guys? Because I kind of don't want to die. Do I have to run? I hate running."

[justpackingheat-blog]

[Oh.Now he gets it.] Then—how about I’ll pay you cash upfront, right now, and you come hang with me for a night? 

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Sure." She smiled charmingly at him. "You wanna talk rates now? Or later when you're more, uh, comfortable? Otherwise it's sixty bucks an hour for standard shit, and everything else freaky is more. Also, if you want me to wear a costume, you gotta BYO."

[alleycatstrut-deactivated201310]

"Heh…" Alternate universe again, me? Alternate universe, me. "Well. ‘s a name I’ve heard before. Good for you."

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Yeah, thanks. I'm overjoyed to have your approval. Look, you stickin' around? Five guys have driven past already because they think you're hitting me up."

[detectivewayne]

[Connor lifted his brows at that, though there wasn’t much he could say. A woman had to be tough as nails to last around here, so to hear she could take care of herself… well it made him worry just a tad less. But only a tad.]

Well, it’s pretty good stuff. I’ll, uh, stay away from Hemingway.

[donttrustastray-blog]

Selina laughed as she shook her head, earrings dancing under her hair. "You've never been so hungry you've eaten out of a dumpster. Everything's good stuff if your stomach hurts so bad you think you're just gonna die. But I appreciate the sentiment, dude."

[thecrowdothcaw-deactivated20131]

"Oh dear, sweet child, do you honestly believe that? Because I don’t think you do."

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Don't you got anything else to do other than annoy a girl who hasn't done anything?"

[redridethishood]

"Nah, I stay away from that junk. Just good ol’ alcohol for me. But before you ask, no I’m drunk either."

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Whatever, then."

[thekideternity-blog]

donttrustastray 

[thekideternity-blog]

Ten bucks says I get a smile outta’ ya.

[donttrustastray-blog]

"No bet. Smiling is easy and doesn't have to be sincere. It's like saying 'I bet I can make you breathe' when I have to breathe anyway."

[formerthirdbird-deactivated2013]

"It has been demanded that I uh.. have to kiss you."

[donttrustastray-blog]

"Ten bucks and pucker up, Champ."