Seams

DC OC Blog // MDNI Gothams Favorite Info Broker

[seam-queen]

New Account: @seamqueen ! Redone lore and whatnot, but all interactions still canon!

Introduction:

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Name: Seams Pronouns: They/It Gothams favorite info broker. Everything for a price.

Seams' Full Info can be found [here].

More below...

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Lore Post [General Knowledge] [!] Reading General Knowledge is helpful when starting roleplay. Lore Post [Memories] Lore Post [Regret] Lore Post [Why, How?] Lore Post [Chronic? Never] Lore Post [Medical Records] Lore Post [Intake Report] - Pre Seams Lore Post [Final Report] - Pre Seams

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Full Name: [[UNKNOWN]] Alias: Seams, Cecily Holcomb shhh Race: Meta Human ??? Birthday: [[UNKNOWN]] Gender: Unknown Pronouns: They/She Age: [[UNKNOWN]] young adult ? 19-20 Ethnicity: White Sexuality: Asexual / Panromantic Height: 5’3

While they do have a civilian persona and job, they try not to let that info slip out. @cece-honeycomb

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OOC Tidbit: MDNI Ran by @growing-ivyy (they/them - 20) DC OC Blog [Side]: @cece-honeycomb DC OC Blog [Side]: @eloise-pompom DC OC Blog [Side]: @ant-pomegranate DC CC Blog [Side]: @ratcatcher-duas DC Business Blog 1: @gotham-city-animal-shelter DC Business Blog 2: @gotham-city-health-department

This blog will have sparse mentions of trafficking, blood, general bodily harm, etc. There will be TW's for anything specific.

I will positively not tolerate any sort of bigotry. NSFW is unwelcome, anything romantic/flirty is doable. Roleplay starters can be sent through asks or @'s. I'll do short and long posts/replies, whatever matches the vibes. DM me if you ever have questions!! They're always open and I love to chat :)

[seamqueen]

< [OPEN RP " WALKING "] < INCL USER: SEAMS < ITEM FOUND < . . . < . . . < PROCEED ?

It was a fairly empty night in Gotham all things considered, with Seams trudging along a sidewalk after a thoroughly unenjoyable dip in Gotham Harbor. The air was warm and muggy, which did nothing to get rid of the wet that clung to Seams' attire. The dampness on scars was quite uncomfortable.

Yet luck was not on their side tonight, and they had no break. The sidewalk was quickly abandoned in favor of shady alleyways, with small breaks here and there when Seams felt like they might yell just out of pure overstimulation from the fabric rubbing against their skin and their breath heating up behind their mask. Even with the warmth in the air, they shivered. It was not a good night to be Seams.

It was likely why Seams wasn't keeping as close an ear or eye out for being followed. Usually the broker was more on top of guarding themselves, but tonight; they were wrecked. All they could hear right now was their own heartbeat and breath.

[seamqueen]

i need a fucking nap. god

[seam-queen]

(( follow the new acc lol

[seamqueen]

< SEARCH; USER: "SEAMS" < USER NOT FOUND < TRY AGAIN ? < . . . < . . . < USER FOUND < . . . < KEEP GOING ?

< USER: SEAMS < AGE: ADULT < PRONOUNS: REALLY ? HOW SWEET . YOU DONT GET THOSE . [THEY/IT] < OCCUPATION: INFORMATION BROKER;SELF PROCLAIMED"GOTHAMS FAVORITE"

< FULL INFORMATION: [C L I C K ?] < HEIGHT: 5'3 < PERSONALITY: Sarcastic, cold. Works for money, not fun, but finds the fun in it anyway. They play with their food.

< tags: < #seam-meme; for fun, not serious < #seam-dream; memories, lore posts < #seam-scheme; rp posts, serious

< LORE POSTS < . . . < NOT FOUND .

OOC INFORMATION A revamp of @seam-queen, which will remain online and up but not active. All lore and interactions are still canon, just being moved over to this blog! This blog will have mentions of trafficking, blood, general bodily harm, etc. There will be TW's for anything specific. No NSFW (Mun & Seams both ace), romance and flirting accepted. Starters can be sent through asks or @'s. DMs are open!

Harsh MDNI

Ran by @growing-ivyy (they/them - 20) DC OC Blog [Side]: @cece-honeycomb DC OC Blog [Side]: @eloise-pompom DC OC Blog [Side]: @ant-pomegranate DC CC Blog [Side]: @ratcatcher-duas DC Business Blog 1: @gotham-city-animal-shelter DC Business Blog 2: @gotham-city-health-department

citations: @/corbingraphics - Bubblegum Cyber @/junabuggy - Loading Virus

[seam-queen]

new blog bc.... i craved pretty formatting lmao go follow it

[seam-queen]

why is work so BORING. nobody's gotten shot in like three days

[wayneenterprise-pr]

i have dreams about stuff like this

[seam-queen]

pardon??

[wayneenterprise-pr]

about not being shot for at least 3 days :DD

[seam-queen]

being shot is better than being stabbed not gonna lie

[wayneenterprise-pr]

BUT being stabbed is better than being slammed into a desk

[seam-queen]

idk a desk doesn’t seem too bad right now

[seam-queen]

why is work so BORING. nobody's gotten shot in like three days

[wayneenterprise-pr]

i have dreams about stuff like this

[seam-queen]

pardon??

[wayneenterprise-pr]

about not being shot for at least 3 days :DD

[seam-queen]

being shot is better than being stabbed not gonna lie

[seam-queen]

why is work so BORING. nobody's gotten shot in like three days

[wayneenterprise-pr]

i have dreams about stuff like this

[seam-queen]

pardon??

[seam-queen]

why is work so BORING. nobody's gotten shot in like three days

[dividedbybinaries]

continued from this >. @seam-queen .<

>. "Seams, huh."

An odd name for a rather odd fellow. Not that Binary minded such a thing -- most individuals in this city wore masks of any kind. And so did she, so who was she to judge?

Only a little. Perhaps. She was only human.

"Sounds more like you're my competitor rather than my potential ally at this rate."

Although she smiled, there was nothing charming about the black-and-white mask split in two, glaring at the slightly more chirpy individual before them. If anything, they were like night and day. At least according to the hacker.

"So -- out of professional curiosity. How do you work to obtain your intel? You do digital stuff -- or you're more hands-on?"

[seam-queen]

Seams bobbed their head side-to-side, an exaggeration to show just how hard they were thinking. It really wasn’t that difficult of a thing to contemplate.

“Maybe, but it’s not like the job is dying down anytime soon. And what’s the fun if everyone’s buyin’ from ya?” They chimed back, looping a thumb through one of their belt loops like any other conversation.

“I started with digital stuff, then thought I ought to get outta the house more. I do a little here, do a lot there, pay some people off, blackmail some others, keeps me busy.”

“How would you say you work? Y’know, professional curiosity and all.” Seams asked with a tilt of their head, and if the mask had a mouth it would be grinning right about now.

[dividedbybinaries]

we look like we’re in a similar line of work. how’s it going for you? :)

- @seam-queen

>. "Are we now? I wouldn't be able to tell; given the mask and all --."

A sarcastic answer at best, but many things had ceased to surprise her after Gotham forced her hand to go off the grid and make her own rules. Now, everything was eat or be eaten -- , and by the mere looks of it, the other knew that well.

"You know, I can't complain. Would love to share it with you, but I like to at least know the name of potential allies before I reveal my whole master grand plan to them."

Her hand reached forward to greet her properly. Presenting an opportunity -- just as much as a regrettable risk.

"Name's Binary." .<

[seam-queen]

“Awh c’mon, I’m a nice guy!” The other figure chirped, if a chirp could sound metallic.

Their hand didn’t reach out though, yet they gave a dip of their head—hands visible, no tricks. Even then, they hardly looked threatening with their stature. “Seams. Information broker, y’know, dirty work and all like that. You need it, I’ve got it—or can get it.”

Seams wasn’t known for being the nicest of folk to run into, personality flicking between irritable and excited in a flash. Yet they knew the way Gotham worked, just like the other, and Seams had a goal to be at and stay close to the top.

[luck-is-a-superpower]

Sewing Chaos. (Closed RP)

Kat kinda felt like batman today, except she probably looked more like a wet cat then a man that dresses as a bat occasionally. On top of a roof looking down at the street below really had a sort of vibe she could get used to, and whatever that vibe could be described as was only amplified by the rain. Another mission another chance to find herself on the wrong end of a gun, Kat considers unionizing but then again no matter what, she comes back and even ends up picking up extra shifts.

Shaking her head, Kat rolls her shoulder. “Okay, time to get serious.” She mutters to herself, backing up before taking a running leap over to the next building, mumbling the floorplan to herself over and over so she doesn’t have an opportunity to forget it.

Why were rouges in Gotham have a flair for the dramatics? It’s always some massive gothic-looking building heavily guarded and entirely too much of a pain for what was the beginning of her shift. “Makin’ me firkin climb up this stupid frickin’-” Kat grumbles to herself, dragging the guards she ambushed to a hidden but dry place, and looking up at what she was expected to climb. Of course, the intel was near the top, so climbing had to happen. Kat accepts her fate and grabs the grappling hook.

The building’s roof had a nice view but kat would be lying if she said she would rather be anywhere else right now. She would have to grapple down through the skylight mission impossible style, except without the lasers, thankfully Kat was able to deactivate them.

Kat looks over the ledge trying to estimate how long of a grapple this was going to be, just in time to see a flash of purple quickly dart into the shadows, another person maybe? Well this just got interesting...

@seam-queen

[seam-queen]

Seams had, personally, not expected anyone else to be here tonight. That aspect wasn’t necessarily a part of their grand plan.

Because Seams, as cautious as they may be, planned everything meticulously and routinely. They had always preferred to go an easier route than some of the other vigilantes and criminals in town; they hated grapples, and preferred climbing up fire escapes or staircases instead. Maybe not the most efficient, but it worked.

At least they had the foresight to loop the camera feeds and shut off alarm systems, they even had half a mind to pull a fire alarm whenever they made their getaway. They knew the building had at least those—they checked the blueprints.

Seams method of weaving in and out of rooms was generally still working. Hear a step, duck in, hear it pass, duck out. They were a light thing on their feet and clad in mostly shades of grey, black and a dash of army green, and their boots weren’t overly clunky on the ground.

They had a reputation, they could handle a few guards. Maybe not through perfectly non-lethal ways, but this time wasn’t one of those days where they cared if anyone lived or died. And they were already irritable as they climbed higher and higher. The rain was partially to do with that, the rest being whatever else they had to deal with beforehand.

[seam-queen]

So much pink..

i love pink :)

[akvigilantecrow]

I can tell! Why??? Tell me about why you like it

[seam-queen]

idk, its pretty. i dont think i have a specific reason

[seam-queen]

So much pink..

i love pink :)

[seam-queen]

(( rp 👉👈 PLEASE god i wanna yap about storylines someone dm me lmao

I can only write about so much ))

[gothamgazette-intern]

What’s storylines?

[seam-queen]

(( there’s none in particular right now that’s why I must make more ))

[seam-queen]

(( rp 👉👈 PLEASE god i wanna yap about storylines someone dm me lmao

I can only write about so much ))

[seam-queen]

Dogs [Lore]

TW: Torture, Blackmail, Kidnapping (is it kidnapping if they walked into it?), Violence, Murder

Seams had a lot of things that they did during their time—computer work, sleuthing, hacking, running around in the name of 'business deals', but one thing never quite topped that which they weren't known for quite as well.

As it turns out, Seams had an uncanny ability to pry information out of anyone. Maybe it was the pressure, or their way with words, but Seams got what they wanted, as they would say. That's how Seams was now, tucked off in a warehouse in the Southeast side of Gotham.

They would usually describe men like the one in front of them like dogs, but that would negatively reflect on dogs as a species. Seams quite liked dogs.

The guy was dumb enough to walk right into this. Sure, Seams angled it in a way that it looked like a business deal. He didn't know what he was walking into--most people would be unhappy with the situation. The man- Ray Sutton. He knew of some things that Seams just couldn't seem to narrow down to a point. He couldn't see anything for now, but Seams saw the way he stirred in his seat. Wrists bound behind the back of the chair, one leg tied to its associated leg of the chair, Ray was trapped and beginning to realize it.

Seams pulled the cover off his eyes, leaning down. They were shorter than the average person, but they still had to appear imposing. The attire helped. "Hello, Ray. Welcome back." They coolly hummed, letting the fabric drop from their hands. "You've got some options here, if y' wanna hear them, hm? Nod, don't speak."

He obliged surprisingly, nodding. Options were good.

"Y' can tell me everything y' know-- I know I don't need to be tellin' you specifics, 'cause I want everything. In return, you get outta here fast. If y' don't tell me, you're not gettin' out anytime soon." They laid it out nice and pretty, wandering in front of him back and forth. "And I wouldn't be leavin' ya here, no, no, I'd make sure it's fun for y'. Keep y' entertained? Or we can scratch all that, you just gotta talk and you can go right home after. Be glad you have options, most don't."

Seams stopped right in front of him, dropping down to one knee. Lower than his eyes. "So? What will we have?"

He blinked, stuttering out a reply: “W-what? Seriously?” Most others in this situation wouldn’t have options. Options were luxury in this aspect of the business.

He knew what he’d be taking.

The guy talked, originally not much until it was drawn out of him like it was just another night of chatting over a couple of drinks. Poked and prodded at until it all came out—that’s how Seams excelled, especially with a recorder off to the side for details they knew they wouldn’t remember. Even then, choices weren’t always given at the end of the night. They lied. The guy had no chance of just getting out after everything he told them. They made it easy.

The body was left in the warehouse with a single shot through the crest of the neck. Painless, almost immediate. Seams cared that much, and this was better for him than the manhunt that would occur after.

Seams might have felt bad. They did feel bad—he was still a person. But it was Seams, and they weren’t supposed to care. Shouldn’t. So they pushed that down for later.

[gotham-city-animal-shelter]

DOG. LEASH. HOW MANY TIMES DO I GOT TO SAY IT??

- Cece

[bugboi-of-gotham]

Even this one?

[ image of an absouloutly massive millipede]

[gotham-city-animal-shelter]

YES EVEN THAT ONE. bring it in to get microchipped at this rate.

- Cece

[bugboi-of-gotham]

Oh don't worry she is! She's a gaurd dog

[seam-queen]

can i pet that dawg.