The Thrill You Won't Forget

Hey~. Names Roxy. Roxy Rocket. Then again I have a lot of names and I can happily go by just about anything. Ex-stunt double, but you can't say no to this gal. I'll do just about anything and I especially love getting some excitement from meeting up with the spandex group. Mmf. //Based off the Batman and Superman Animated Series Roxy Rocket found in "The Ultimate Thrill" and "Knight Time"

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Making Friends

[cornfedcritters]

"Anything that puts my skills ta good use and helps bring in the green. I need cash like a dog needs ta hunt." Emmylou said as she finished off her drink with a single strong gulp. She sat it back down on the bar top with a loud clack before looking back to Roxy, lowering her voice before continuing on. 

"Considerin’ all the work I’ve ever done’s been for my Pa whose still servin’ time up at the state farm, I’m in need of a new line a work and bein’ an accomplice ta terrorist activity don’t look to good on no resume so…guess I’ma lookin’ fer somethin’ quick and under the table ya know?"

[the-ultimate-thrill]

So she was willing to do some dirty deeds for some quick cash, huh? Well who was she to turn down that sort of need. She looked strong and there was the intimidation. That and this sort of place would eat her alive if she was unfamiliar with how things worked.

"I can probably help you out. I've been meaning to do something rather soon. It was going to be solo, but I don't mind if you want to tag along. We can split the profits, it'll be quick, easy and you'll be well off for a while. That sound alright?"

[cornfedcritters]

Making Friends

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Emmylou took a quick swing of her drink as she listened to Roxy. She didn’t need Roxy to tell her she had a strong grip she knew it all too well. Even with her father’s enhancements that just made it easier to build her strength, the actual act of getting as strong as she was now still too years of back breaking labor. She had control though, and that was what was important.

"Reckon it’s hard to find anyone ya can trust these days huh?" She muttered, "was hopin’ I could find work here myself, but now I see I’ma barkin’ up the wrong tree. Wouldn’t trust most of these pole cats far as I could throw’em." 

[the-ultimate-thrill]

"You can find trustworthy people, Emmylou" Roxy insisted. "Women's intuition certainly helps pick out the seedier ones." She knew Pengy wasn't entirely fine with her. He did business with her but he kept telling her to cut back and reign it in. That wasn't in Roxy's dictionary and it drove the Penguin up a wall.

"But you mentioned work. What exactly are you looking to do?" What could a girl like Emmylou want when coming to a place like this. She was big, strong and by the court legally free. The Stacked Deck wasn't the reputable spot in town for anyone.

[cornfedcritters]

Making Friends

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Emmylou offered her hand to shake Roxy’s at the introduction. Her grip was much tighter than she meant for it to be, but that was her father’s doing really. Even if it didn’t show, all that gene manipulation made her strong as an ox, and twice as tough. 

"Oh yeah, I ‘member hearin’ bout you. Rode ‘at Rocket ‘round like ya thought ya were Slim Pickens." She was caught by the bat too, just like her and Farmer Brown were, the difference being that despite her unusual MO it was still just common thievery, Farmer Brown’s crimes were a little more serious though. Another major difference, unbeknownst to Emmyou was that she might not have shared Enoch’s new found hatred for the batman.

"Good ta meet ya ma’am in person. Wouldn’t a thought ya’d be here, heard ya had a regular hangout with that Icelounge place." apparently Emmylou didn’t know enough about Roxy’s situation to have heard about the fall out between her and Penguin. 

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Roxy could shake hands tight, but Emmylou's grip was one of the hardest. She winced slightly and waved her wrist once Emmylou let go. "Got some grip on you, that's for certain" she said with a chuckle. At least she didn't break her hand. A stunt woman could get hurt, but Roxy still wanted to move around and not be confined to a bed.

"The Iceberg Lounge was alright, before the owner thought I was a liability. I was doing him a few jobs before he wanted to clip my wings. But no one clips my wings when flying is the most fun I can ever have. So I'm doing my own ventures. Bit slow, I may not make a lot of cash, but I enjoy the people who aren't attempting to wipe me out."

But it was life in Gotham and it added to the excitement. She wasn't bitter. She just found it...fun.

[cornfedcritters]

Making Friends

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Emmylou tilted her head as she turned to face the older woman next to her. She gave a bright smile as she motioned to the glass right as the bartender sat it on the bar top and started to fill it up, “Jus’ ‘bout any Tennessee Whiskey’ll do for me. I prefer Jack, far as brands go iffin’ that’s whatcha mean.” 

She scanned the redhead over carefully one quick time. She might not have had quite the same rough and tumble build that Emmylou possessed but she was no push over that was for sure. Whatever she did for a living it was definitely a high octane line of work. The woman looked terribly familiar to Emmylou as well but she couldn’t quite place where she’d seen her before. Her thought process was interrupted though when she asked the second question and she blinked before grinning.

"What? Oh, I guess ya might have. Names Emmylou Brown, me and my Pa got in a little trouble few months back." she shrugged as if it was just a small offense and not an attempt to feed Gotham’s entire population to giant mantis monsters. 

[the-ultimate-thrill]

"Good ol' Mr. Daniels, huh? He's not bad. I usually like him with some coke for some carbonation. Course, I don't mind sucking back some stale ales or something strong." It often depended on the crowd. With Pengy's people, she'd have to do more 'colorful' drinks that wouldn't have a lot of alcohol. Here with people like the rough, hands on people, Roxy could let loose and have fun.

"Brown...Oh yeaaaah" Roxy said snapping her fingers. "The one with the big animals. I was in prison when that happened but woo boy, I wish I could have ridden one of those things." She wasn't interested in fighting or eating those heavily mutated animals. No, Roxy would find fun in attempting to ride that thing like a bucking bronco.

"Roxy Rocket. Pleasure to meet you Emmylou."

[cornfedcritters]

Making Friends

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Hm. Now that Emmylou was here, she began to realize, she drastically underestimated the seediness of the bar. The way the thugs eye balled her from the shadows was proof enough of that. Her Pa would have never approved of her going here and even she had to admit she was lamenting her choice in attire just a little bit. However she could still make it work to her advantage. 

She narrowly avoided a drunk who reached out to, she assumed, cop a feel, but she side stepped him with ease, leaving him to collapse on the floor in a stupor. That was for the best really, she’d hate to have to pull that arm out of socket and ruin the innocent and out of place demeanor she had right now. Which is not to say that she wasn’t out of place, or more innocent than most of the people here, but she did help her father try and feed the entire city to giant bugs, but no one had to know about her involvement in that.

She strutted her way over to the bar, taking her sweet time to make sure she had all eyes on her, before planting herself into an empty seat. She rapped her knuckles on the top of the bar to draw the attention of the bartender.

"One Whiskey please." She said with a soft smile. 

[the-ultimate-thrill]

The girl was big. She looked strong and was almost a giant. She was easily one of the tallest people Roxy had ever seen. She wasn't a flagpole or anything of the sort. She could probably take care of herself just fine. IN a place like the Stacked Deck, you had to show your muscle and show you could throw your weight around so no one bothered you too much.

Her eyes were fixed on the girl as he made her way to the counter. She didn't figure she'd want some flowery drink. There was hardly any of that here. The redhead couldn't help but grin that she ordered something strong and it was Whiskey to boot. She was liking this girl. Turning to face her, she chugged down some of her drink before setting it on the counter.

"Any particular whiskey you're going to with?" she asked the tall blonde. "I've seen you in the news before, right?"

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Making Friends

For most people the prospects of serving a sentence out on a Prison Farm was less than Idea. However for a farm girl in her early twenties who knew nothing but the farm life, it wasn’t that much of a change in life style. Emmylou rarely left her own farm so being forced to remain on the Prison Farm was hardly a change in her home life. She always worked from sun up to sun down even even before prison guards enforced her work hours and the work at the prison was a joke compared to back home. The animals were a tenth the size and half as temperamental. For the young woman who could lift any of the cattle in the prison one handed the real challenge was finding a way to break a sweat.

Still it was Prison, and the prison food was a far cry from what she use to eat at dinner with Paw, and the wrongs the city of Gotham had done her and her old man were not lost upon her. No matter how brief her stent in prison was, or how easy the labor was, prison was still prison. Worse still her father still had another 19 years or so to serve, by that time he’d be a decrepit old man. He was a genius of a scientist whose only mistake was thinking too big. He was not a man who deserved to rot in prison for the rest of his days. 

But how would little Emmylou go about helping her father? That was the real question! She didn’t know anyone in Gotham and she had no means to afford transportation back to the island which put her in a real jam. She walked down the street, pondering this predicament when the glint of metal caught her attention quite suddenly. Snapping back to reality she realized she had unintentionally taken a short cut through a very rough looking alleyway. 

The shimmering that caught her attention came from the blade of a knife, held in the hand of a most nefarious looking figure who wielded it with a cruel glare that showed evil intent. Emmylou was caught like a dear in headlights, she had been so lost in thought she was taken back by this sudden attack and when she staggered backward rather than handover her valuables the man growled in anger. 

"Your money or your life, it’s your choice doll!" He yelled out. 

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[the-ultimate-thrill]

When it came to the Stacked Deck, there was a certain crowd that permeated the seedy bar. These were bikers, street gangs and a rowdy bunch of folks who would normally get hired by whichever goon of the day needed hired help for some nice cash. There was no one clean in this place. It was a far cry from the high society debutant and money bags that chatted it up at the Iceberg Lounge. The place was operated by Gotham's fence, but there were some innocent people who weren't going there on stolen money. She wouldn't be going back since Pengy had wanted her wings clipped after one too many romps with Batman.

He just didn't get it though. Batman and the Bat-family had given her a wild ride that she wanted to recapture again. Roxanne Sutton had gone to Metropolis and still pulled a few heists with Paige Monroe during some time. She even helped traffic goods to and from Arkham City and got some very good payments. People were getting stuff even cheaper than they would have through their other contacts. And the thrill to go over the wall was incredible.

Now though she had returned to high stake robberies and was relaxing at the Stacked Deck with a drink in hand and taking it easy. Life was good but she needed some excitement again. Something big, something incredible, something heart-pounding and--

Helloooooo. Who was that walking through the door?

[she-only-sees-the-flaws]

Hey Paige. Been quiet for a while.

It’s been the movie production. Word got out ages ago that I was playing the Countess Bathory for a horror flick, right? Filming’s over, finally. Now all I’m doing is recuperating, getting things ready for the next big show, and trying to get my look together for the premier next month.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

I'm excited to see it! You and I need to do a lot of catching up. Been doing a lot of fun stuff while everyone's been away.

[emilleaah]

Christmas Mistletoe.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. 

[justicehastwosides-archive-deac]

You're more than okay in my book, Harv~

I think you should come sit on my lap.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Ooooh? You sure? [she smirks]

[theblondebat]

[nota-blondebimbo]

[Harley smiled at her.] Where ya been?

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Upgrading my ride a bit, scoping out a few new things and people, and spending time with Paige every now and again. How’ve you been?

[nota-blondebimbo]

Sounds fun! I’ve been good. Hangin’ round a bit.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

It’s been a blast. So there anything you wanna do, birthday gal?

[nota-blondebimbo]

I want cake.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Then let's go get some cake. My treat.

[nota-blondebimbo]

[Harley smiled at her.] Where ya been?

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Upgrading my ride a bit, scoping out a few new things and people, and spending time with Paige every now and again. How’ve you been?

[nota-blondebimbo]

Sounds fun! I’ve been good. Hangin’ round a bit.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

It's been a blast. So there anything you wanna do, birthday gal?

[nota-blondebimbo]

[Harley smiled at her.] Where ya been?

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Upgrading my ride a bit, scoping out a few new things and people, and spending time with Paige every now and again. How've you been?

[nota-blondebimbo]

Gimmie gimmie! Please.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Alright, alright. Relax.

Got you these things for some fun around town.

[nota-blondebimbo]

[Harley squeals and hugs her tightly.] Thank ya sooo much! 

[the-ultimate-thrill]

No prob Harley. Glad you like 'em.

[nota-blondebimbo]

Gimmie gimmie! Please.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Alright, alright. Relax.

Got you these things for some fun around town.

[nota-blondebimbo]

the-ultimate-thrill replied to your post: Hey you. I heard it’s your birthday today.

Well I should probably have a birthday gift for you

Do ya? [Harley asked bouncing on her toes.]

[the-ultimate-thrill]

You betcha. Thought I'd get you something nice.

[symbiotic-seductress]

the-ultimate-thrill wants to play rough.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Ooooh, that had to be hard. I’m doing okay. Same fun as always. Hoping to have fun ride soon. And I don’t mean the “private” ride either.

[symbiotic-seductress]

Nothing’s ever ‘private’ with you, is it, doll face? *she laughs* So you’re up to trouble? If so, count me in. I am dying for some action.

[the-ultimate-thrill]

Hardly ever is unless it's strictly business. Oh I'm up to something. But I'm always up for a little trouble.