Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 15, 2012 22:58:09 GMT -5
It wasn’t his first resort to getting chemicals, but when he needed them he needed them. There were certain special properties of chemicals that he needed that couldn’t be obtained from a single source. The deal that he had for obtaining shipments of poppies was only a portion of what his toxins really were.
He stepped out of the back of the car carefully and shut the door behind him just a block or two away from his destination. Tonight was all about getting what he needed. He padded himself down for a moment making sure he had what he needed before proceeding down the street in a slow stride. He adjusted his glasses and slipped his right hand casually into his right jacket pocket keeping his eyes on the sidewalk.
As he walked his eyes deepened and became lost in thought. The events proceeding to this crossed his mind. After his first experiment with his completed (yet not perfect) version of the Scarebeast he was placed into Arkham Asylum. His funding from Mr. Cobblepot had been cut, of course, severing anything that could have been traced back to him legally. Dr. Crane could deal with being without funds, he had a small amount of cash still stashed away but for the most part he was without much at all. The real problem was that he hadn’t made good on his end of the deal to The Penguin, which only meant that consequences was just a matter of time.
The thought was pushed out of his mind as he passed the last few blocks leading up to the Ace Chemical building. His eyes lifted from the sidewalk as he saw the grand building to his right through the chain linked fence. He walked past the large Ace Chemicals sign and noted that the main entrance gate was locked with a simple padlock. Dr. Crane wasn’t planning on using the entrance anyway. He walked right passed and headed for the far side of the building keeping his eyes on exactly the spot he wanted to enter the plant from.
Getting over to the other side of the building he slipped his fingers into the chain link fence and pulled himself up onto it. With a few grabs he was up and over careful not to snag anything on what he was wearing. Landing on the other side he adjusted himself and removed his glasses folding them together and placing them inside his jacket. Inside his jacket from the rim of his pants the scratchy material of his mask brushed up against his fingers. He wrapped them around and pulled it out. Placing his finger inside he moved the trigger for his distortion and it clicked on with a green light. With that he placed the mask over his head and continued towards the plant itself.
The thought of what he had to resort to doing didn’t bother him outwardly, it was all for a greater purpose. His time was usually better spent showing Gotham what fear truly was; working on his research and his toxins. Dr. Crane looked up at a railing above him and jumped upward catching it with the tips of his fingers. With some effort he swung himself up and slipped through the railing. Behind the mask he looked upward towards the spot that he was headed toward and to the left and right trying to find the best way to it. He walked down the short rail and headed towards a collection of piping leading all the way to the top of the building.
He looked up it and back down debating on whether this was the best way to get to the railing above. After a moment or two he laced his fingers around the rim of the first pipe and shimmied his way up to his destination. He let go of the piping and jumped down onto the small ledge outside the higher green tinted smeared windows. The haze from inside the actual plant could be felt from here. This plant wasn’t kept in the best of condition, but with its location it wasn’t surprising. He peered in through the windows that were stacked together in a box formation with several breaks in between. He turned his elbow and placed his fist into his left hand. With one calculated movement he broke the two lower squares open and brushed himself off afterwards making sure no glass remained on him.
It had made a decent sound but the sound of broken glass in East Gotham wasn’t uncommon. Slowly he slipped his head and arm in first looking around before stepping in and bringing the rest of his body through the broken part of the window. Within the mask he gazed over the large plant trying to determine where he would start. Careful of his steps he continued down the path of the metal grated floor below him which spread above and across the plant.
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Post by kat on Apr 18, 2012 21:41:16 GMT -5
Harley was off in her own little world as she traveled down the streets of Gotham, she was on a mission after her falling out with the Joker at the club with everyone around she was going to make it up to him. She knew he liked certian chemicals and toxins that went with some of his jokes he liked to play so what a better way to make him happy than to get him more chemicals and toxins that would help him out. Harley always wanted to please the Joker, she did everything in her power to make him happy and though sometimes it turned sour on her end she always went back to him... That was what love was though, the Joker was everything to her, she let her job because of him and now she was a criminal and always wanting to help and make Jokers enemies pay.
With a small whistle as she bounced and skipped down the street she finally came to Ace Chemicals, a very large building and a huge smile danced across her face as she made her way up to the back of the building. with her gymnastic skills getting in was an easy task for her. With a leap a swing and a jump she was in without breaking a sweat. Straightening out her red and black jester outfit making sure all her long blond hair was tucked away she made her way through the area looking for what she needed. There was a little bit of everything ans she couldn't help but get a little giddy at the sight of all this she could steal. What a wonderful gift all this would make for her Puddin! Carefully taking a little bit of the chemicals from the smaller containers she began to put them in a thick box that had slots to hold the still. Than out of the quiet of the building a small crash came echoing in. A window was broken... Normally this did not startle her because well windows breaking in Gotham was nothing new to worry about but this window breaking was not coming from another building it was coming from this very building Harley was in. Her heart jumped and quickly sped up. Someone was in here with her... Most likely another bad guy coming to steal what this building had to offer.
Looking at what she had gathered Harley was not satisfied, she needed more, she wanted to make Joker very happy with her so she sucked in a deep breath and let it loose. What did she have to fear of another villain in here, she wouldn't get in their way and they better not get in her way. Looking around she took the last of a few Ace Chemicals, these were some of the most toxic chemicals something she knew Joker would enjoy sing on Batman! Feeling that she was done here she began to make her way back only to stub her toe in the dark, it made a loud thud and she whimpered a little bit, bouncing a little. the pain seemed to shoot up into her knee... What a cluts she was sometimes. With another deep breath she stood there for a second collecting herself.
Once she was calm an collected and back into the right mind set she began to head off again back tracking to make her way out of the building. On her way out she saw a tall man... She thought it was a man... He was wearing an awfully scary mask that seemed to give her the creeps. For some reason this man made her a little uncomfortable so she hid behind the wall. All she had to do was just sneak around him... Easy enough right? She was not afraid of him, fear was not in the title of this mission. All she needed to do was get in grab what she needed and get out!
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 21, 2012 23:57:08 GMT -5
The Scarecrow walked the long grated rail slowly, each step making a steady tap as he moved. He was looking for something in particular. Staring down over the rail he looked into the bubbling cauldrons of deadly toxins. He didn’t need that kind of chemical, what he was after was something far less complex. His mind traced over the exact chemicals he needed and where they would most likely be located.
He came to the edge of the overpass and turned left to head down the stairs. Before he could take a step he heard a thud followed by a soft whimper. He wasn’t alone…He lowered his stance a bit and darted his eyes to where he heard the sound. Seeing nothing immediately he calmly took each step down the metal stairs heading to the first floor where he heard the sound.
He wasn’t the slightest bit concerned that another was in here with him. It wasn’t surprising; this place was a hotspot for crime. There was always the small possibility that it was a late night security guard or a worker that punched out very late. The thought of what he could gain from that situation rolled into his mind as his step echoed throughout the large room. He was making no effort to not be seen anymore. If it was indeed someone dangerous, they would have confronted him immediately.
The Scarecrows hand slid off of the railing as he reached the last step beginning to advance to the side of the room where he had heard the sound. Whoever it was couldn’t have gotten far and they weren’t making any noise. They were hiding…The feeling swept over him making him roll a shoulder as he walked casually toward a hallway to the right.
When he was almost there he slid his back against the wall and drug his fingers along it. He wasn’t positive that she was on the other side of the wall, but he had done this enough to know how people acted when they were ‘frightened..’ Brining himself to the corner he stopped and placed his face to the edge of it making sure not to peer around it just yet. He smiled from within the mask.
“Are you scared?” The distortion cracked out.
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Last Edit: Apr 24, 2012 21:47:57 GMT -5 by kat
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Post by kat on Apr 24, 2012 21:01:26 GMT -5
Harley took a breath and stepped out, she was not going to be afraid of some man in a mask... With her box in her hands of little vials of different toxins and chemicals nicely separated she cocked an eyebrow at the masked man as if he were crazy for asking if she was scared. "No, I am not afraid." Her red and black jump suit along with her matching jester hat it was obvious who she was and who she worked for. Tucking the box under one arm she placed another on her hip, she kind of glared at him. Yes the mask did give her the creeps but she would not let it get the better of her. It was just a man in a mask, nothing special. She just had to think like the Joker... Perhaps make a joke or two... Nah she was never really that great at making jokes it was the Jokers job... Hence the name The Joker...
Rolling her eyes a little bit "Look I am in a hurry, so do what you need to do with what ever is left. I must be going." She was not completely sure who this person was but she really did not want to stand around waiting to find out, the faster she got out the faster this creepy man would be in the back of her mind. Something she could not wait for to be honest, Harley was not one to feel completely comfortable around a man who was a villain that she did not know... Who knew what he was capable of. did not matter she was getting out of here as fast as she could.
Harley began to slowly walk keeping her distance from the man as best as she could with out going over the edge into chemicals unknown. Harley kept a straight face as she attempted to make her way around him. She wanted to keep out of his way in hopes he would stay out of her. Harley just wanted to get this to the Joker make him happy and well make things ok between them. Seeing as they were on rocky grounds at the moment. Not saying anything else to the man she continued on her way though she couldn't help but feel as if she knew what he was called... Surly she had heard of him if he was any sort of major villain he would have been on the news or something along those lines. She just needed to think hard. Than it hit her she knew exactly who he was, the darkness did not help her but frankly the closer she got to him the more she realized who it was. Scarecrow... Not someone to be messing with.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 28, 2012 13:50:17 GMT -5
The Scarecrow was prepared for whatever being was behind the wall beside him. He would have made a move to disarm or disable them if he hadn’t seen immediately who it was. It was none other than the young Harley Quinn. Her outfit had changed some since he had last seen her, but the last time he was in the Asylum she was not there.
He had to admit inwardly she wasn’t the first person he wanted to run into. With all the mess that had happened with the Joker not too long ago, it was something he wanted to avoid all together. He had done fairly successfully up until now, but running into Harley…Of course he had no reason to fear the Joker, he just simply didn’t want to deal with him.
His eyes scanned to the various items she was carrying noticing she had a few things that he needed. It seemed they had a bit of a problem. He stood his ground and watched her approach slowly, simply keeping his eyes on her as she walked closer to him and made her plea. It was almost as if she hadn’t fully recognized him yet. It was dark after all, and she had mostly seen him at the Asylum without his mask.
Even at the Asylum He wasn’t friendly with anyone in particular. The Scarecrow kept mostly to himself and was rarely allowed into the rec rooms. There was several occasions where he had run into Harley though. She always had a bright personality, an absolute opposite of The Scarecrow. He never particularly liked her very much, but with her persistence he did begin to tolerate her at the asylum.
As she came closer he smiled within the darkness of his mask. “Hello child…” He said softly, as he always had at the asylum. He slipped a hand casually into his suit jacket pocket as she approached with the items. “You seem to have some chemicals I need…” He commented as she looked as she was about to leave. It wasn’t going to be that easy..
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Post by kat on May 7, 2012 1:30:30 GMT -5
Harley knew who he was. She was close enough to see who exactly he was and she had heard of him not to mention she had been in the asylum with him... More to himself than wanting to visit with others, though she would not blame him who wanted to visit in that place... With a soft smile, not sure how to act in this situation but she was going to do what she could. "I have not seen you in a while... didn't you screw over Joker?" She was talking to him normally, there was no reason to hide from him... She was not afraid of him though she had heard about what he has done to people before. But would he really risk doing something terrible to Harley, the Jokers girlfriend...
He than called her child... And she frowned at him, she was not a child, she was a grown woman.... He spoke again about chemicals that she had that he wanted. Gripping the box a little bit she shrugged "So, I do. There is more back there... And I am not a child...?" Harley was not amused at his comment but she was going to be nice... No need to break an already broken bridge between him and her which ultimately meant the Joker... But still Harley was not really wanting to stick around here seeing as she was in a hurry to get back to surprise the Joker with what she had gotten for him... "Well I must be going busy night...I am sure you can find some good stuff that is left back there." Ok so it was not that busy but she really did not want to stand there in this awkwardness when she could be on her way and actually getting something done.
Note: Sorry it is a little short haha XD
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 9, 2012 12:56:34 GMT -5
The Scarecrow tilted his head as she mentioned the incident with the Joker. He knew exactly what she was talking about. The incident where they had made a deal together, and worked together ofr a short time. Of course being who he was, there was always an exterior motive in mind. In the middle of Joker’s plans he got a chance to spray him with toxin, how could he resist?
He remembered the look that came over the Joker’s face as they both waited in silence for something to happen. The anxiety in the room certainly began to rise but nothing was happening. The only thing that remained was Joker’s maniacal laughter. As it grew he remembered taking a step back in shock, it was the first time his toxin had not worked on someone at all. How was it even possible? To this night he still was not completely sure. It was then that the Joker flipped out his knife and dug it into The Scarecrows rib cage deep. He remembered the pain he drug the knife upward and then released him pushing him back.
The events that happened afterward were almost a blur. Somehow he had escaped, his hand latched over his wound bleeding profusely, he was losing blood fast. Managing to crawl back to his hideout he laid in his own containment room, trying to pressurize and stop bleeding out all over the table. There was no one there to help him as he performed surgery on himself. It was the worst stitching job he had ever done, as a result left quite a scar on his left rib cage. Who could blame him for such poor work, while he was bleeding out everywhere?
He ignored the comment at first his eyes jumping back to life after recalling the events in his mind. He had nothing to say to her about it, it was in the past, and now he avoided the Joker. Not because he was afraid of him, he just would rather not deal with any thoughts of regret that he didn’t kill him that night. What Joker didn’t realize was that he couldn’t die….Fear was immortal…
The protest to being called a child made him smile somewhat from within the mask. He was actually a bit surprised she had taken it that way, perhaps she was stressed about something? Joker might have thrown her out again. When he used the word child it was never in a demeaning manor, more so calling her young, playful, or naïve. Her retaliation to the statement did confirm all of that however. “ I don’t think you understand Miss Quinn…I’m after what’s in your hands…and I didn’t come here for what was left over..” He paused and took a step towards her closing the distance between them somewhat. “I’m sure we can work out a better deal than you ‘attempting’ to run off with everything..” He thought to himself for a moment and leaned his head in the other direction a bit showing instability. “You’re in such a hurry….Am I making you nervous?” He smiled…
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Post by kat on May 16, 2012 23:14:25 GMT -5
Harley looked at him a frown growing on her face, yes she was in a slight hurry, and yes her mind was busy with other issues she has been having so she did not pay too much attention to the man standing before her... Well she was not sure you could really call him a man... He thought of himself as fear though that was a state of mind and from what Quinn knew a state of mind could not bleed nor breath it was exactly that... A state but she was not going to argue with him... There was no point in getting into a fight with the ScareCrow when she could be on her way back to her love. As she took another step though he closed off the space which ultimately cut off her path to gettign around him and getting the hell out of this place... Crinkling her nose she looked up at him.
He spoke to her saying that what she had he wanted... Of course he did how did she see this coming... There was two solutions, give him what he wanted or book it. Harley knew better than to fight him with his little spray he liked to put in peoples face and she did not want any of that... She was not like the Joker, she was probably not immune to it like he was but she did not want to find out.. "Well, that is good to know that we have the same taste in chemicals... Now if you will just move to the side. Wouldn't want to keep the Joker waiting..." Deep in her gut she was feeling that this was not going to be a very good night at all... This week was just not a good one for the little minx. First Joker tries to off her, than he gets in a bar fight with the Riddler because he thinks he was flirting with her and now this... How more wrong could her week go!
Looking up at him... He seemed to tower over her as they stood so close... She could feel his breath and than he asked her if she was getting nervous from him. "No... You are not making me nervous, but you are making me late." Harley was standing her ground, he wouldn't want to mess with her because no matter how much the Joker said he did not care for her it was rather obvious that he did and he would get revenge just for her, there was no doubt about that, he loved her though he would never admit it like she admitted to him plenty of times. Hopefully she would be able to just slide through this and not have to remember any of it. It was one thing to see him in the Asylum but out here in the real world made it a whole different story, something she did not care for. Harley gripped her box not wanting to give anything up. Surly there was another way around this all.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 20, 2012 16:11:10 GMT -5
They didn’t have the time to stay here all night. In fact the longer they stayed here the more chances that some type of security would come around. That was her problem however, security didn’t bother The Scarecrow, he would still get what he wanted in the end. Perhaps he would even come out with a new patient by the time it was all over. Miss Quinn was young, although she had been around a while, compared to him or Joker she was still new to this game and was still bound to make mistakes. Her first one was assuming she could slip by the Scarecrow without giving him what he wanted.
Thankfully for her he hadn’t brought his glove tonight, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have toxin on him. He still didn’t know why the Joker was immune to his toxin, but he wasn’t going to expect the same thing with Harley. There had been a few people he had run into now in Gotham that the toxin had little effect on. Harley he doubted was one of those people, she was just a human….Of course…so was Joker. The whole thing didn’t make any sense to him and it bothered him still. He would find out eventually…He just had to eventually bring Fear back to the Joker. For now he shook the thought from his mind, focusing back on the task at hand.
At least the child had come to her senses and realized that trying to move around him wasn’t going to work, and possibly more dangerous than she wanted to make this. “The Joker’s time doesn’t interest me at all; therefore I’m sure he is capable of waiting.” The distortion from the mask began to crack as he spoke. Raising his hands slightly and moving his head to the side he listened to her response to her anxiety. Obviously she was covering for it, but there was certainly more than one way to find out. Carefully he eyed through the darkness of the mask what she held in the box. He noticed a label and a small smile was hidden from within the darkness of the mask.
Continuing to stand where he was he pointed casually inside the box. “Do you know what you have there? At all?...Do you have any idea how to handle what your carrying, or what any of it does?” He paused for a moment leaning his hand toward her slowly pointing to a certain vial. “Allyl Chloride…Highly toxic, very flammable. Sitting next to other chemicals. Not very wise Miss Quinn…” He laughed through the distortion of the mask and slowly wrapped his fingers on to hers on the box. Leaning forward, he towered over her as he spoke.
“Perhaps you should give these to someone that knows what they are doing…Before you get hurt…”
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Last Edit: Jul 23, 2012 1:52:04 GMT -5 by kat
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Post by kat on Jun 7, 2012 20:19:48 GMT -5
Harley watched him closely, he mentioned how the Joker's time did not matter to him, in other words the joker did not matter to him and this made her mad. "You best watch your tongue! You don't want me telling my Joker!" She spat out at him angry that he cared nothing for the Joker, of course she cared nothing for this man... He was strange alright but he was nothing like Joker, he clearly did not have a big enough name for himself to even come close to comparison with the Joker. Harley tapped her foot as Scarecrow stood in her way she was getting impatient. For a doctor that she once was Harley had little patience for the man. Holding her box tight and close to herself almost in a protective way.
He than mentioned something about handling the toxins and chemicals correctly and she looked down at the box. They were not all over the place there were vial holders in there making sure to keep them in place and separated enough... She was doing fine, besides when she got out of here and got back to her home with Joker they would be separated and used though the more she stood there the more annoyed she was getting "If your so worried they are going to clash than let me by and you will not have to worry about them, I am sure you can find more stuff back there. I did not wipe it clean." Her voice was a little harsh but only because she did not care to be standing here, the longer it took for them to stand there the more of a chance it would be of them getting spotted. Harley did not think she would get caught but it would make a big hassel that she did not want to deal with.
He than grabbed her hand which sent chills down her spine "Don't touch me. Get out of my way!" The only reason she did not try to hit him or do a gymnastic move was because she had a whole lot of chemicals and toxins in her arms that would be bad if dropped and released or mixed so she had to be careful even if she could easily go around him but the box was stopping her... Harley couldn't do anything unless she put the box down... Something she did not want to do.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 20, 2012 10:17:36 GMT -5
Her snap at the mention of anything negative toward the Joker didn’t surprise him. Of course the Joker’s time meant nothing to him; the joker did mean nothing to him. He was just another blind man walking about aimlessly trying to leave his stamp upon the world. All in vain unfortunately, as all of his mayhem and chaos was for no greater purpose. How anyone could follow a man without purpose, he would never understand.
Her threat went unheard. The Joker didn’t frighten him; he simply just avoided dealing with him because there was no benefit in confronting the clown in an uncontrolled environment. If he was able to control the environment however, like leading him into a trap or actually getting him into his containment room, prying his mind apart would surely become beneficial. He may even be able to find the source as to why his toxin didn’t work on the man, and pursue to bring out his darkest fears, even if they were buried deep within.
The Scarecrow didn’t share in her enthusiasm for the clown. Quite the contrary, he found him to be a fraud, like most of the professional criminals in Gotham City. To someone like Harley Quinn who couldn’t see passed the world that The Joker had created for her, he may seem like the pinnacle of Gotham’s underworld. The Scarecrow saw him very differently however; The Joker rose into fame quickly, but after The Scarecrow had already made his name. Gotham’s underbelly was often quick to forget who the first masked villain to confront the Batman was. Whatever the case the only comparison he could make with The Joker was that the clown was quite an effective copycat.
There was no need to rub it in anyone’s face however annoying it was at times that people often gave him less credit than he was worth. If he cared more about the public’s opinion of himself he may have done something about being overshadowed. Fortunately, he didn’t care about the world’s opinion of him, there was little reason to pay any attention to the blind deaf and dumb that populated Gotham.
The Scarecrow’s fingers curled around hers as she protested to him. The child was certainly putting up quite a fuss over something she had lost the moment he came into view. It would have been best for her if she just let it go now and collected the scraps herself. Something told him she wasn’t quite bright enough to do that. Gripping his fingers tighter around the box he only offered her a smile as she tugged against him, giving her the same resistance so the remained at a standstill.
She should have just put the box down…
Scarecrow pulled back against her own grasp of the box until the tilt of his body was at just the right angle. “As you wish..” He remarked through the distortion and suddenly released his grip on the box, most likely sending her tumbling backward and on to the ground. The Scarecrow wasn’t stupid; he wouldn’t have done it if there was any potential danger of explosion. The chemicals he had seen in the box were flammable yes, but nothing that would cause a problem, for him anyway….
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