Yes, I'm starting a new story! Yes, it's an OC! No, she's not a Mary Sue! She is inspired by the old hollywood "bombshells", as the name states. I know there isn't anything of regular characters in this chapter, but I promise more will be up soon. Please give my story a chance, I'm trying something different here. I don't know what pairing it's gonna be yet, OC/? Please review and tell me what you think. Yes, it's meant to be a lighter take on Gotham life.
Delphine Walker exited the taxi with as much grace as possible, slightly tipsy. (she had needed alcohol to calm her nerves!) She slammed the door shut and tipped the surprised driver generously before kicking of her heels and limping hesitantly towards the door in her bare feet. She yawned and rang the bell. She heard what sounded like people scrambling around inside, and then a shout of "Who is it?"
"Delphine Walker, I'm your new tenant!", she shouted back through the peeling white door. She heard a noise and whipped around to make sure none of her 5 leopard-print trunks had been (heaven forbid) taken. A skinny cat meowed at her, perched atop the smallest trunk. Delphine was a sucker for animals, even dirty, scrawny ones like this. She hobbled back over, feet sore from the 3 inch stilettos. "Hello there, kitty!", she said, sitting down on the largest trunk (The only one that would accomodate her ample backside. Curves can suck.) She reached out to pet the cat.
She looked up in surprise when she heard a voice. "Come on in, Miss Walker.", said a gravelly voice. A burly, unshaven man had answered the door. She hauled the largest of the trunks up the stairs, the little cat running after her. "That your cat? You didn't say nothin' 'bout no pets.", he growled, obviously irritated.
She flashed a smile at him, hoping to win him over. "You must be Mr. Howell. I'm Delphine, wonderful to meet you." She was going for a bit of a Marilyn Monroe shtick at the moment. Maybe she could get on Mr. Howell's good side iof she sharmed the h(ow)ell out of him. He sniffed. She continued. "I'm terribly sorry, but I've been terribly busy and completely forgot to tell you about my cat! His... err.. Her. Her name is, um..." She glanced around for ideas, eyes falling on her black leather clutch, sporting a bodacious red rose and white piping. "Rose Red. Yes. Like from Snow White?", she smiled nervously.
Crap. She couldn't remember if there was a Rose Red in that movie... There had been something in a comic book she had read once, but honestly, she had no idea. Mr. Howell sniffed again. "Hmm.. I guess the critter can stay.", he said extremely loudly. He handed her the key. Delphine lept back in horror as he began to pick his nose and revolve slowly on the spot. "Oh my! Well, I suppose I'll just go up to my apartment then...", she said. Rose Red (She would have to make sure the cat was female later) followed her from the landing to her new apartment, 7b. She practiced fumbling with her keys, except it wasn't quite plural yet.
Isn't that what people did after a date? Fumble with the keys until they either get kissed or not? She figured she'd need to get that trick down pat. Then again, if all the men in Gotham were nose picking roughnecks like Mr. Howell, then she might not need to learn much at all.
She pushed the door open with her shoulder and walked in, searching blindly for a lightswitch. She located one and flipped it, lighting up her new home. Oh dear. The wooden floorboards would have looked upscale if they weren't covered in a thick layer of dust, and the walls were a nasty baby poop green. The lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flickered and threatened to drop to the floor. This place was creepy.
She heard a low voice. "Miss Walker!!", it called. She shrieked and dropped the ground, shielding her head. Good God, this place had ghosts too! She opened one eye shakily and saw Mr. Howell standing in the doorway. "Mr Howell!", she cried in reply, standing up. "I brought your other backs.", he said, looking down at his elephantine feet. "Thank you for the... backs.", she smiled. What a weirdo!
He turned around and danced out to music only he could hear. No, he was not wearing an iPod. Delphine walked to the bedroom and took a look. Thank you Lord. This room was much better than the living room.
It was painted a plain white, and the floor looked to have been cleaned. Nothing was in it but an iron double bed with white sheets on it. She went back and dragged her biggest trunk into her new bedroom, opening it and pulling out a set of leopard print sheets. (She really liked leopard print, as you can surely see) She raked her wavy blond hair back with her fingers. Her fingers got stuck. Going the whole Marilyn Monroe hairstyle took alot of aquanet.
She sighed and flopped onto the bed, Rose Red leaping up and snuggling into her silky black dress. The hobble skirt made it a bit hard to get comfortable, but she didn't feel like digging through her luggage for a nightgown. She turned the light out and closed her eyes. "Wait!", she said aloud. She turned the light back on and flipped the cat over. "Good, you are a girl after all." She flicked the switch again, and the next thing she knew she was fast asleep.
There will be more about Delphine in the next chapter, and possibly some Joker if you're good ;)