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 Mar 21, 2012 21:33:48 GMT -5
There were many reasons for having an opposite for his fear toxin. Brave toxin was used to create fear just as much as Fear toxin was, just in a more uncontrolled setting. It was a simple concept to shut down the ability to feel fear, and the results were marvelous. It was to prove a point, Fear is everything.
A soft laughter came from the distortion of the mask as she asked and then denied any problem with regulation. “They 'will' take it from you because they are afraid of you, afraid of what you will do and say to jeopardize there plans. Think VerMillion...They will forever restrict you...” He turned the situation back on her. It was her fault and now she needed to correct it. But she couldn't do it under them, not under there control. The Scarecrow played with the strings in her mind trying to pull some sensation that she needed to be something more than she was, that she 'was' something more.
“There is nothing to fear...” He cracked through the distortion as he extended his left hand to her giving her the choice to claim it or not. His words had a a hidden meaning as they always did. She would come one way or another, whether he had to drag her out, or if she would go with him gloriously. His needled hand tapped against himself for a moment, reminding him that they were short on time.
He waited for her to make her choice. Fear affected all decisions in life. This one would have to be based upon what she wanted more. Did she want to go back with the GCPD who would be on her side, tell her everything was alright and that everything was going to be alright. Send her to a shrink and have herself told that she alright. Yet every night know, that she's not. Or would she choose to go with The Scarecrow, and have a chance to build something far greater than Heather could ever be...
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 21, 2012 23:56:13 GMT -5
VerMillion gives a frustrated scoff. Now they're just talking in circles. "But I've never had a problem with any of that!" she says again. It's bad enough that this guy is keeping her here and talking about going somewhere when she can't really think of anything she'd rather do less, but now he's forcing her to repeat herself. What is his problem?
Of course, she wouldn't realize that the problem is actually hers. It's currently very difficult for her to foresee anything bad happening in the future. Because something bad happening in the future would normally cause her to be worried or apprehensive, but both of those feelings are solidly fear-based. So his attempts to tell her that they'll take her show away don't really make any impression on her mind. Now if he were to speak of something positive happening that would be a different matter. As it is, the only negatives she's really focused on are all in the present. Like the fact that she's stuck here against her will - in the absence of fear, that makes her angry and annoyed.
And she's really quite satisfied with her life as it is - aside from the fact that she's now run into him multiple times. She's isn't successful because she's ambitious, it's because she has charisma and talent. Sure she likes that her show is popular and enjoys actually doing her show, but she makes enough to pay her bills and she'd rather be out having a good time than be worrying too much about doing better. She's young and just out of college, and decently successful already - let the old people worry about what's holding their career back.
However, none of that is at all on her mind right now. Nor does she see any reason to be in such a rush to leave. Without fear guiding her thoughts it doesn't occur to her to worry about what would happen if she left before or after the GCPD show up. No, the only thing she's focused on right now is just how irritating this conversation is.
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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 Mar 23, 2012 17:11:48 GMT -5
Heather was his problem. If she could see beyond the mask into the intensity of his eyes. It would paint a completely different picture for her. The reality was that she couldn't, and she didn't have the capability of feeling any sense of fear. Women were far more difficult than they were worth. It reminded him of exactly why he chose solitude in the first place.
From a doctors point of view they would have said it had something to do with his childhood but he never let it get that far into therapy. The psychiatrists could never make it far enough before he had turned the session around on them. The Scarecrow hated them, he hated society in general, he hated people. They didn't have the intelligence, the insight into the mind that he had. It was like the world walked around blindly running into walls while he was the only one making it through the end, to stand at the edge of oblivion. How could they understand? They couldn't see what was right in front of them, that fear dictated every emotion, every action, in everything that they did. Including their inability to understand....
They didn't have time for her to walk through whatever dilemma she was going through in her mind. Heather could take out her frustration on him some other time.“You have a problem with it now...I'd suggest if you want more of what your feeling now, you come with me. You're freedom is just a hand away...” He suggested one last time. But it wasn't really a suggestion, it didn't matter what she answered at this point they had to go. If she refused to take his hand, plans change, he would go to his next plan. Either way she was coming with him.
He kept his hand extended in front of him for a moment longer waiting for her to make the only choice she had. Her hand was going into it one way or another. Drug or walk which did she want more? Considering how much time they had consumed walking might be out of the question. Heather knew the building better than he did he was sure. There was time taken out to study the building and exactly where everything was, but it was nothing like the knowledge you retain when being there every day. The Scarecrow had done this enough to know how to escape any building however, with or without Heather's cooperation on it.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 23, 2012 18:02:54 GMT -5
VerMillion frowns at his words. How could she suddenly have a problem with her show now? But clearly telling him repeatedly that he's wrong isn't working so she doesn't bother to respond to that. What could have possibly changed in the past few minutes? Rather than try to argue that point, since it's looking hopeless, she settles for a disbelieving frown.
The rest of what he says, though, is interesting. More of what she's feeling now? She does like how she's feeling now. It's hard for her to remember exactly how she'd normally feel in this sort of situation, but she knows it's a lot worse than this. Of course, she's currently not capable of factoring any worries about a drug that obviously effects her thought processes. So it certainly doesn't sound like a bad thing.
But there's something else to consider as well. She sighs reluctantly and grabs his hand as she notes, "You're obviously going to make me come with you anyway so I might as well." It would probably save her all sorts of unpleasantness to simply go along with this. Then again, thinking longer term is kind of hard at the moment, and another thing that doesn't occur to her is that she ought to wonder exactly why he's so eager to take her with him. She can only get the sense that if she doesn't start to cooperate right now, he's probably going to grab her and that will not be fun and probably hurt. And while she's frightened of neither of those, she does realize that she won't like it. Her mind is starting to try to compensate for the lacking emotion, but only just barely and not very well.
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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 Mar 24, 2012 23:16:54 GMT -5
He couldn't expect her to understand the gravity of her situation under the current 'influence' she was experiencing. It would come to her eventually, but not here, and he didn't have the time to try and explain it to her. Right now it came down to the choices she was going to make. If she wanted to fight him on this they could certainly do it the hard way. He hoped that she remembered first hand what happens when you make the situation, harder than it has to be.
The darkness of the mask concealed the expression of frustration with her. As did the distortion from the voice changer. VerMillion seemed more and more like she was going to be a handful, but the result that would come from it would be worth it in the end.
The fact that their actions were being broadcast on live radio was brilliant. The people of Gotham would only be experiencing the beginning of a whole new insight into their lives. Just a piece of a bigger understanding into what really mattered, into all that mattered. The thought had crossed his mind more than once about just who was listening. Surely, more than one Professional Criminal would hear the broadcast, or at least receive word of it. The Scarecrow was no stranger to the Gotham Times and with recent word of his escape hitting the city, the result could only end in fear.
Her words didn't phase him, only satisfaction came as her hand slipped into his. He tightened his grip around hers and pulled her with him towards the door he came in. His movements were quick, she was going to have to keep up. With the brave toxin in her at least she wouldn't hesitate in her movements. The Scarecrow kept VerMillion close to him as he pressed himself against the side of the wall close to the door and opened it with his needled glove. He let the door open fully and waited for any bullets to fly through or anyone to dare come through it. After no reaction he peered out of it to look down the hall. Good, no one was there yet, but that didn't mean they were far.
From inside the booth it would have been difficult to hear the police approaching the building if they were indeed there. For now he would have to take it as he was seeing it. He tugged at Heather hand and pulled her along moving quickly across the hallway headed towards the elevators. His pace quickened as the hall opened up and he came to a halt in front of the doors. He pressed the down button a few times and then turned from them pulling her again. He had no intention of using the elevator.
Instead he turned and noted the stairs sign near the doors pulling her along he moved towards the door and checked through the small glass before opening it and entering through. He would have began his decent with her but instead he pulled her towards him and stayed still for a moment. Footsteps could be heard from a distance in a quick pace moving up the stairs. He needed another alternative. Quickly he turned and pulled her up one floor to get them off of the current one they would check. Moving to the door on that floor to more various booths in the radio station he pulled himself and her through and pushed her against the wall once more. “We need another route, do you know a way?” He cracked through the distortion of the mask. He figured now would be a good time to use her knowledge of the building but, he would find a way without her help if she chose to fight him on it.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 25, 2012 0:19:49 GMT -5
VerMillion grunts a little as they start off. Scarecrow has long legs. She, by contrast, has short ones. It's why she's never bothered trying to outrun him. So he, moving quickly, means that it's actually quite difficult for her to keep up. She manages, but not without the occasional sound of protest when he changes directions quickly.
Not being worried about where they're going, she doesn't pay too much attention to where she's being pulled. By the time they're up the stairs, though, she's somewhat out of breath. But just as she starts to consider whether or not she should complain about this, she suddenly finds herself pushed up against the wall again.
She frowns. "Do you have to do that?" she asks, before adding, "And I don't know - the fire escape maybe? It's over there." She gives a vague gesture toward the back of the building, though she's paying far more attention to the fact that she'd like to have a chance to catch her breath. He probably won't give her the chance until they're out of the building though. Jerk.
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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 Mar 25, 2012 16:04:46 GMT -5
Every Professional Criminal in Gotham had a statement to leave. There was always a purpose behind their work. Two-face had some misplaced justice behind his workings with a flip of a coin the worlds outcome was based on a single chance. The Riddler sliding in, question mark cane and all to challenge the world to his intelligence. Both of them had a statement to leave, it was no different for any other Professional Criminal.
The Scarecrow had his own statement to leave, especially in this case. His statement started with Heather. In the end it would all point back to one glorious truth, until then, one step at a time.
He noticed that she seemed to be out of breath. She was so much smaller than him, it must have been hard for her to keep up even if she did agree to come willingly. Unfortunately he didn't have time for her to breathe. Within the darkness of the mask a small smile appeared when she asked if he had to throw her to the wall every time he spoke with her. The truth was he didn't have to, it was an excellent fear tactic, but she couldn't feel any at the moment. He supposed that old habits die hard.
Ignoring her first question he was more focused on exactly where to go next. He looked over his shoulder as she mentioned the fire escape and grabbed her hand once again pulling them in that direction. He had nothing more to say to her until they were free.
Once the approached the window to the fire escape at the end of the wall, The Scarecrow unlocked the safety latch and opened the window. He peered out making sure that no one was underneath the stairs. Placing one foot out he moved his body out pulling her afterward. Without bothering to close the window they began down the fire escape several flights until the reached the bottom. The lights of the police cars could be seen flashing among the walls of the alley as they ran to their get away car.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 25, 2012 18:14:50 GMT -5
When VerMillion mentions the fire escape, she instantly regrets it. Not because helping someone kidnap you is a terrible idea - that thought actually hasn't occurred to her at all. No, the reason why she regrets it is because that results in her being pulled over to the window, and then half running/half being dragged down the fire escape. If she thought that she was out of breath before...
Perhaps luckily for Scarecrow, the complaints that she was considering voicing before get pushed aside by her current need to breathe. She's thin because she doesn't eat much and has a fast metabolism, not because she's in shape. Her mood perks up a bit when she sees that they're headed for a car though. Maybe now he'll stop dragging her around. Which is good, because she's beyond sick of that now.
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