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Curse of the Cat Woman from Channel 6 - 14
🕑 Added 2016-05-12 12:48:00 +0000 UTCTony Stark ran one of the most sought after hair salons in the city, which, in this town, was saying something. Perhaps it was the limited seating, or his perfectly toned muscular limbs, but a booking at Stark's was not something any self respecting fashionista would miss lightly. Funerals for loved one's have known to be missed, just to keep an appointment.
Tony was saying his farewell to his last customer while simultaneously charming the living daylights out of her with flattery and twinkling smiles, when April arrived in the doorway.
She cut an impressive silhouette in the doorway, visibly slightly out of breath, her slender curves wrapped in a long windswept coat, strands of hair lit up like a halo against the early evening sunset. Her shoulders were heaving gently as she inhaled and exhaled slower and slower. When she eventually spoke it was a breathy rasp that was dripping with self-indulgent sensuality.
"Hi Tony"
Paying no mind to the woman on the way out, she slinked towards her favorite hairstylist and greeted him with a warm, friendly kiss on the cheek. She lingered a moment with her fingers on his arms, gazing into his eyes. He was such a handsome devil, she thought to herself.
"April. Hi!" Tony casually returned the kiss and sidestepped away to close the door and turn the sign from open to shut.
"Beginning to think you weren't going to make it. Take a seat" he said in his usual clipped, fast-paced manner.
She obliged and settled into the comfortable leather chair but April didn't have time to respond other than opening her mouth and turning to face Tony, who moved busily about the room.
"So, what'll it be today for madame?" He spun April in the chair to face her reflection and with a flourish, wrapped a cover around her shoulders.
Irma shuffled through a handful of notes and apologetically handed the full fare, plus a little extra, through the plexiglass divider to the cabbie who counted as she mumbled "Yeah, yeah, thanks. Hey, good luck findin' that crazy friend o' yours!" before screeching off to the next job with a snorting chuckle.
Irma took stock of her surroundings, the tall glacial buildings and the glossy store fronts had all begun to illuminate the streets as the city shed it's daylight and slowly adopted the night. "Aw.. Shit!" she quietly spat when it became apparent to her she was several blocks away from her intended destination. She swatted at a stray flying scrap of paper and muttered something about unlicensed cabbies and this damn city going to hell.
After a moment to vent, the visibly anxious Ms Langenstein settled on a direction and went at it with long determined strides, as swift as her short frame would carry her.
Tony cut and snipped at the auburn tips of hair between his fingers, doing his best to ignore the stare he could feel coming off the mirror. April's reflection watched him with an intense, almost unblinking fixation. She eventually broke the silence with a low husky voice
"You smell wonderful today, Tony" she said before squirming a little, causing the leather beneath her to creak. Involuntarily, her tongue flicked across her lips and teeth, her nose twitching with a few quick quivers. She was idly stroking the arms of the chair with light touches of her unusual manicure
Usually not one to be disarmed, the smooth talker found himself a little caught off guard as he responded with a surprised, if not slightly perplexed "Uh. Thanks? Same cologne as always"
April had been coming here for two years, and although usually friendly, she was never quite so overtly flirtatious, nor was she single, which Tony did his best to remind her of.
"So, how's Casey doin'? Heard he's got a big game across state this weekend"
"Mmm, Casssey.." April responded with a smile as her eyes closed and mind drifted for a brief moment until she blinked her eyes open, regaining focus.
"I miss him, but he's sooo far away" she exclaimed with a sigh and a distant, dreamy look in her eye.
Tony continued to steer the conversation away from his "scent", his biceps and keep his friend, April's lover, Casey Jones somewhere near the middle of the topic, but found it a little easier to just snip snip in silence, and it was then he noticed something even more peculiar about his friend April O'Neil.
Second to April herself, no one was more familiar with April's head than her hairdresser, and Tony could swear that his clients ears, which were usually pretty though pretty unremarkable, were ever so slightly pointed at the top. Was there something different about her skull in general? Impossible, he thought. Maybe it was just the latest breakthough in brassier technology, but she certainly looked as if she'd somehow managed to enhance her bust rather dramatically since they last met. With a curiously arched brow he continued to work under April's fascinated gaze. He assumed this latest development was what had prompted the redhead to opt for literally letting her hair down, but the cause both eluded and fascinated him. He daren't ask in-case it was a result of botched surgery. He had a strict don't ask don't tell policy when it came to his clients cosmetic secrets. A wise choice considering his clientele and the lengths some of them would go to for "that look", and the lengths they would go to to conceal their methods. A competitor once had her establishment burnt to the ground by a rather vengeful Selina Kyle who wanted to keep a little nip 'n' tuck to herself.
Irma trudged defiantly towards April's most likely whereabouts as she cursed herself for neglecting to bring a card or any more cash. A cab ride would have been useful about now, and having to fork out for April's share had left her pockets bare. Her large rimmed glasses caught the rising moon a she turned a corner.
Heavy, low and yellow, the moon still clung to the horizon across the bay but was visibly on it's way up. "Dammit April. This is not how I pictured this evening turn out. Why do ya always gotta go an-.." She was cut off mid sentence by her own ringtone.
"Irma speakin'. Uh, yeah. No! Everything's fine! Yeah. April's just.. well, no, no! I ain't lost her. No, I know where she is! Don't worry, I'll.. I'll handle it. U-uh huh.. I understand"
click
If she didn't look worried before, the petite brunette now wore a decidedly concerned expression and quickened her pace to a swift jog, holding her heavy specs in place as she bounced through the dusk.
Comments
The Soloverse
Now you got me thinking about how wonderful April O'Neil would have sounded in a Russian translation of the cartoon. The slick hair was actually a surprise to me, and the answer to the question "How do I pull this shot off, while showing the ears clearly enough?"
I was trying to figure out who she reminded me of. I just kept thinking 'she looks like a Russian Bond girl' for some reason. But not- it's definitely Jolie. Not a bad thing mind you- just not what I pictured April looking like. Though we've never seen her with slick hair really.
The Soloverse
I actually thought the same thing. It probably has a lot to do with the slicked back hair and that expression.
WereKatt
She has a bit of an Angelina Jolie (Tomb Raider days) look to her here :)
KillerMonkey
very well rendered, excellent job on your first male model!
The Soloverse
The second backers choice image features my first use of a male model ever, I do believe. Also, the models used in the background are from left to right,
