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Gotham's Finest Pageant was far bigger a turnout than expected. She pulled the curtain back slowly and peered from backstage. In comparison to the blinding lights above she could only spot the nondescript, greedy eyes of hungry spectators waiting to see who would be crowned this year for Gotham's Finest. It was just a crown, she'd rationalized on more than one occasion. She hadn't come based on the competition and yet-- a part of her knew she wanted to win. Her stomach rolled as she partially listened as each contestant started being called out alphabetically to introduce themselves. Walk on. Pose. Give your speech. Walk off. She memorized.
Grimm scrutinized the crowd. Faintly recalling faces and casting off others with a mental wave of her hand. The room itself was familiar enough to her. Not even three months ago she'd attended one of Bruce's infamous fundrasiers in this same hotel. The pageant had done a good job at transforming the room, she thought. It was hardly recognizable with it's Merlot dyed banners, vaulted light fixtures and the rows upon rows of people in the comfort of theater chairs. She jolted at Grimm Reaper's name, and turned toward the full body mirror backstage to nit pick her restyled costume. It was... impracticle, she critisized inwardly. Too much skin showing. But it was just a costume. People didn't want practicality. The audience didn't want to see her bullet-resistant original Grimm Reaper catsuit, she knew. They wanted style without consequence.
She made sure the skull mask was fastened tight and inhaled a deep breath-- stepping out from the curtain. Light flooded her vision and she winced as she rehearsed the catty model-like steps that brought her from the side of the stage toward the middle catwalk. Just as she posed near the edge of the walkway her eye caught Bruce from the eighth row. A scowl crept her throat. She noticed the smug expression that slowly etched its way against his face in the darkness. She feigned flirtation to the crowd, watching his hands slowly come together in slow claps that were muted by the sea of applause. She wondered if this were merely acting on his part, or if he had actually forgotten momentarily that they were here for a reason.
Joker. She thought to herself. A few hours prior and every television had been lit up with his ever-grinning face. Every family huddled in front of their screens as one of Gotham's villians threatened to bash the beauty pageant. It was a helpless sort of feeling. Knowing that the clown would strike but not the nature of how he might. All she could do for now is use her contestant clearance to keep her eyes on things backstage while Bruce surveyed the audience. She gave a nod in his direction and placed the microphone up to her lips, her throat felt dry and raw.
"'A man dies of cold, not of darkness' Unamuno once said,
Crime cringes at bats but cries in fear of the dead.
Harvester, Death, Hades--
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
You'll tremble all the same if you find me on your street.
The Dark Knight is the darkness, who draws the moral line,
But I am the bitter cold that sends chills down villian's spines.
By night I patrol. To keep your streets safe is a trial,
But then who better than I to win Gotham's Finest title?
Who is Gotham's Finest?
Look no farther my dears!
Ladies and Gentleman,
Grimm Reaper is here!"
______________________________________
You know what to sad part about this is? I actually made this piece the night after
released their journal that they were holding a Gotham's Finest Pageant but I've been holding onto it since now because I had convinced myself that I wouldn't submit it until the date it was due. Unfortunately as you can see? I wasn't very good at holding that promise. ._. [I folded under pressure! D:]
TL;DR , I put in bold above the required of introducing my character and saying why she should be Gotham's Finest.
This is just the redesign round. As I understand it, there will be more rounds to come. I have a usual strict unwritten rule of not using fishnets in pieces if I can help it. Not because I think it looks bad, but because I have a belief that it tends to come off repetitive and boring, especially on OCs. However, when I started using it for Grimm's stockings I ended up putting them on her anyway because they looked-- for lack of a better word... fitting?
Honestly I think she looks cute with this design on her. Though I'm sure she would disagree. Grimm would want practicality. She'd probably pitch a fit to Bruce when he insisted on her wearing it. I'm sure her rebuttal was "Look how much leg it shows! If I had to wear that outside I'd freeze to death!"
Grimm Reaper (c)
Contest (c)
Grimm scrutinized the crowd. Faintly recalling faces and casting off others with a mental wave of her hand. The room itself was familiar enough to her. Not even three months ago she'd attended one of Bruce's infamous fundrasiers in this same hotel. The pageant had done a good job at transforming the room, she thought. It was hardly recognizable with it's Merlot dyed banners, vaulted light fixtures and the rows upon rows of people in the comfort of theater chairs. She jolted at Grimm Reaper's name, and turned toward the full body mirror backstage to nit pick her restyled costume. It was... impracticle, she critisized inwardly. Too much skin showing. But it was just a costume. People didn't want practicality. The audience didn't want to see her bullet-resistant original Grimm Reaper catsuit, she knew. They wanted style without consequence.
She made sure the skull mask was fastened tight and inhaled a deep breath-- stepping out from the curtain. Light flooded her vision and she winced as she rehearsed the catty model-like steps that brought her from the side of the stage toward the middle catwalk. Just as she posed near the edge of the walkway her eye caught Bruce from the eighth row. A scowl crept her throat. She noticed the smug expression that slowly etched its way against his face in the darkness. She feigned flirtation to the crowd, watching his hands slowly come together in slow claps that were muted by the sea of applause. She wondered if this were merely acting on his part, or if he had actually forgotten momentarily that they were here for a reason.
Joker. She thought to herself. A few hours prior and every television had been lit up with his ever-grinning face. Every family huddled in front of their screens as one of Gotham's villians threatened to bash the beauty pageant. It was a helpless sort of feeling. Knowing that the clown would strike but not the nature of how he might. All she could do for now is use her contestant clearance to keep her eyes on things backstage while Bruce surveyed the audience. She gave a nod in his direction and placed the microphone up to her lips, her throat felt dry and raw.
"'A man dies of cold, not of darkness' Unamuno once said,
Crime cringes at bats but cries in fear of the dead.
Harvester, Death, Hades--
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet,
You'll tremble all the same if you find me on your street.
The Dark Knight is the darkness, who draws the moral line,
But I am the bitter cold that sends chills down villian's spines.
By night I patrol. To keep your streets safe is a trial,
But then who better than I to win Gotham's Finest title?
Who is Gotham's Finest?
Look no farther my dears!
Ladies and Gentleman,
Grimm Reaper is here!"
______________________________________
You know what to sad part about this is? I actually made this piece the night after
released their journal that they were holding a Gotham's Finest Pageant but I've been holding onto it since now because I had convinced myself that I wouldn't submit it until the date it was due. Unfortunately as you can see? I wasn't very good at holding that promise. ._. [I folded under pressure! D:]TL;DR , I put in bold above the required of introducing my character and saying why she should be Gotham's Finest.
This is just the redesign round. As I understand it, there will be more rounds to come. I have a usual strict unwritten rule of not using fishnets in pieces if I can help it. Not because I think it looks bad, but because I have a belief that it tends to come off repetitive and boring, especially on OCs. However, when I started using it for Grimm's stockings I ended up putting them on her anyway because they looked-- for lack of a better word... fitting?
Honestly I think she looks cute with this design on her. Though I'm sure she would disagree. Grimm would want practicality. She'd probably pitch a fit to Bruce when he insisted on her wearing it. I'm sure her rebuttal was "Look how much leg it shows! If I had to wear that outside I'd freeze to death!"
Grimm Reaper (c)
Contest (c)
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Very nice. She looks beauitful.