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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2011 13:07:26 GMT -5
The creature known as the Ventriloquist got down on It's hands and knees to begin begging if you please. Arnold Wesker had been broken down. It had lost some weight, but not enough to remove the beer belly type love handles at the side. Everything else however was emaciated, dry, disgusting, and rancid. It greatly resembled that of Winston Smith after being locked inside the Ministry of Love for months and months. Except in this case, the Ventriloquist had refused the assistance from the FBI caretakers, where Smith had been denied them by those who created Big Brother.
"Please! Please! Please!" The Ventriloquist cried cupping his hands together, "We just need to escape from here. W-e--we know that you are a man fill--ed with compassion."
The knees of the Ventriloquist felt the cold floor of the jail cell because part of It's clothing had been torn away from neglect. There were dark smudges and food stains all over the prison attire. The creature's hair was wild as if overwhelmed by static, and there was a foul body odor which emitted from It.
"Ju---just look at us." It said with a soft sob, "We need your help."
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Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on Dec 12, 2011 21:52:30 GMT -5
"Fair enough?" Dick questioned at the possibility of this even being called a fair trade. Sure he was getting his life back, but he was helping to free a criminal. One that most definitely seemed likely to become a threat. This was the cowards way out. That was the only thing that came to Dick's mind. He knew Batman would never do a thing like this. When it came to the life of a fellow hero/vigilante and the lives of the innocent, it was the innocent that took priority of being saved. You do what you can when you can.
And you win some and you lose some. But failure was never an option when it came to this line of work. It was either the lives of others or ours. Dick knew this and this was going to be one of the biggest mistakes he believed he would ever make.
"Just keep close and quiet," Nightwing said. "This is going to be an every man for himself mission because of the situation that is faced." Which he mainly meant that because of who he was trying to help out.
And at the sound of the old man's begging, this guy was starting to get on his nerves. "I am going to regret this," Nightwing mumbled under his breath. This was getting way out of hand. But there were not many of Gotham crook looked up in here as many as he thought. This detention center was only a holding center until they were shipped out to some other place out of state.
"You need help period," Nightwing replied to the begging old man. Dick looked down at a hand held screen in his hand and saw something on it. A displeasing look coming to it when he saw what was on the screen. "There's no time for this. We need to get a move on," Nightwing said as he unlocked the cell door to Isley's cell to let himself out as well as her.
He looked down at the groveling man in the cell across from them. A look of distastes shown toward the man in this situation. "You cause one bit of trouble and you will wished you had stayed in that cell...Got it," Nightwing grumbled as he unlocked the cell. "I don't play games and I am not wasting my time." This was more of the side of the dark side of his mentor had toward being irritated with a situation. Nightwing still had the same signs that showed the teachings of his mentor in him.
Nightwing turned and picked up the pace and headed down the hall. He was headed away from the reading on his scanner. "Keep up," was all he said back to them at the start. He still couldn't believe he was doing this....
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Dec 12, 2011 23:16:36 GMT -5
Nightwing's instructions get a quiet snort as she mutters, "Just remember the consequences if I get caught or killed." Of course, she doesn't want to get caught or killed either so she'll definitely be doing her best to do what he says - they both have a huge stake in this 'mission', after all, and she trusts that he knows far more about what he's doing than she would.
She follows him quickly outside, glad to even be on the other side of the cell's door, though she frowns and watches in obvious disapproval as he stops to let the Ventriloquist out of his cell too. She doesn't comment, but the glare that she casts the man explains all too eloquently that she's extremely unhappy with the world at large right now and even more especially with him. And that it would probably be a very bad idea for him to attempt to interact with her at the moment.
But the moment Nightwing starts down the hallway, she turns and keeps right behind him. Suddenly, she's actually glad that they took her stilettos and gave her these horribly ugly, white, nurse-style, soft-soled shoes that are apparently a lot more difficult to turn into a weapon than your average shoe, but also a lot easier to sneak around in. She'll miss the stilettos again the moment she's out of here, but for now these ugly ones are coming in handy. "Don't worry about me," she replies quietly, attempting to keep an eye on their surroundings. Yeah, she's not the member of this trio he needs to be keeping an eye on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2011 17:08:33 GMT -5
“Hee!” Excited and joyful with glee, the Ventriloquist was finally free!
It executed a clumsy pirouette before cupping both hands against the left facial cheek. It wanted to jump up and shout “Yipee!” The Nightwing mentioned something about being on good behavior otherwise It would have better off in the jail cell. But it was the glare from Poison Ivy which erased the cheerfulness from the Ventriloquist. This was the first time It had been close to her since the incident at the greenhouse. It shrieked away at being within her vicinity with no bars between them. Nonetheless, the Ventriloquist followed Nightwing with careful steps, and wistful thinking off the possibilities of being back on the streets of Gotham. Looking around, the Ventriloquist began to chime.
“Jack be nimble Jack be quick. Jack jump over the candlestick!”
(Safe to assume that they successfully escape?)
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