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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 4, 2012 21:32:03 GMT -5
Not getting her first question answered gets an unsatisfied frown, but as she was only somewhat curious to begin with she accepts that he doesn't want to say. Her eyes grow a bit more focused as she looks over all these electronics that apparently belong to her now.
But she's easily distracted from that when he explains exactly what it's capable of. "It can what?" she says in surprise as she looks at the Scarecrow, not really asking - it just takes her a few moments for all of that to sink in. "Any radio frequency..." she repeats quietly to herself as her mind wraps around that idea. That's... a lot. And highly illegal. But... untraceable? "That... is so... cool..." she finally says, eyes going back to looking over the machine.
And yet, though there's wonder on her face, there's also a great deal of confusion and she seems to hesitate to touch anything. She could almost be mistaken for being timid if she were currently capable of that. But the feeling is more like what a young animal, born indoors, would feel upon being taken outside for the first time. The sudden lack of boundaries and freedom to go anywhere is more perplexing than anything. Even the bravest have to stand there for a minute, unable to figure out what to do - it really is easier to figure out what you want when your options are limited.
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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 5, 2012 18:37:44 GMT -5
He watched her carefully as her eyes lit up in front of the machine. It was clear that she was enjoying this however much her mind protested to the idea of being here. “Yes, you can be on the air whenever you want, wherever you want, and interrupt their line of communication replacing it with yours. With no rules, no boundaries…no limitations of what you can or cannot say” He added to the previous explanation he gave after she had made her comments in awe.
With this machine she would be free to do what she desired with it. It seems from that way she was acting that she gracefully accepted it. He studied her for a moment longer watching he look around the various options and customizations of the board itself. It wasn’t going to be the last edition to the room, but it was good enough for now.
With that being said he turned from his position and walked back around to the opposite side of the machine facing her. He motioned for her to follow once more and headed out of the room. He had something else to show her, this one he wasn’t sure if she was going to take as well. At least at the moment she would take it logically. He stepped into the hall and came to a door on the right which he opened and it lead into a bedroom. It was a small bedroom, nothing too glamorous it had a red light inside of it instead of the usual white lights around the building that lit his lab and various other spaces. Inside was a desk with various objects scattered about it and a neatly made bed in the corner.
He waited in the doorway for her to catch up to him and enter. He wondered how she would take this surprise. Her first conclusion may be that it was his bedroom, but it wasn’t. The room was previously used for something else entirely and he didn’t have a bedroom. It wasn’t often that someone would catch Dr. Crane sleeping. He did indeed go to sleep though he wouldn’t outright admit it, but it was never for long and it was usually propped against a wall or at a table, fallen into nights embrace while he was working on something.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 5, 2012 19:03:25 GMT -5
Well, why not accept it? Just because VerMillion accepts it doesn't mean that she has to use it. Then again, why not use it? But still, the question in her mind is: what to do with it? A puzzling question almost to the point of being troubling.
It's almost a relief when Scarecrow gets up and motions for him to follow him again. Sure, she'd love to stay and look over the machine some more, but then again stepping away from it will allow her to puzzle over it in the back of her mind rather than the front of it. And given just how interesting this turned out to be, she's quicker to be curious about where they're headed now.
Following him down the hallway, she doesn't hesitate to enter the room he leads her to, but she frowns as she glances around. "Why are we here?" she asks curiously. Obviously it's a bedroom, but she doesn't jump to any conclusions about why he's taking her to it. With no ability to fear and curiosity dominating her thoughts, she's indeed thinking about things on a logical level at the moment. The annoyance of being taken here the way that she was and the musings over the 'gift' she was just given are still in the background, though.
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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 6, 2012 2:17:06 GMT -5
His eyes glanced over the dark red lit room. He was looking for anything he might have missed when rearranging it. He didn’t want her to find anything she would question, not that she would fear it now, but something she might fear later if the toxin wore off at an inappropriate time. The room hadn’t exactly been used for anything innocent before her arrival. It was his dark room, and that’s where most of the beauty of his work happened. Very few came out of it with their minds intact.
Which posed another question that went to the forefront of his mind. He knew when VerMillion would need another dose, it wouldn’t be for a while, but he couldn’t help but wonder. Did he want to continue giving her the brave toxin? She certainly was different on it. She had a bit of an edge to her that was hidden deep within her when her fears could flood her mind. Of course all of this had to flow in to his ultimate goal. Whether or not he would need brave toxin to accomplish it would be yet to be determined. For now he would play it by ear and see how far could twist VerMillion to his will.
“This is your room...” he stated simply. “We’re here because I’m showing it to you” His hand turned about the knob on the door for a moment holding it open. There was so much to do from this point on, especially dependent on how she decided to eventually absorb her situation. It was a very different world that she had stepped into, it was Dr. Crane’s world, and there was only one truth that resided in it.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 6, 2012 2:43:08 GMT -5
VerMillion frowns a little at that answer still idly looking over the contents of the room. What's with the red light? "But I already have a room," she says, somewhat confused again. Though there are certain implications inherent with the fact that the Scarecrow is now giving her a room to stay in, they're not necessarily easy for her to come to when normal fears aren't driving her thoughts.
But her eyebrows furrow for only a moment longer, when a realization hits. "You want me to stay here that long?" she asks, surprised by that. Long enough to get her her own room put together rather than a sleeping bag in the corner or something. It's a thought that she isn't sure what to make of, primarily because she isn't sure whether she's okay with that idea or not. She's still pretty angry about the way he brought her here, but she's honestly intrigued by the machine in the other room. She still doesn't have the slightest idea what she wants to do with the thing, but it's just too cool for her to not want to do something with it. If only because it's there.
It doesn't help that she's still very exhausted and the red light is dimmer than the other lights - it's making her sleepy. And there's a bed in this room. And frankly all the confusion she's been feeling over the past while is making her brain tired. Perhaps spending the night couldn't hurt.
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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 7, 2012 15:53:29 GMT -5
Dr. Crane’s hand slid up the doorframe slowly as he leaned into it and watched her inspect the room. She was resistant to the immediate thought of having this room since she already had one of her own. “You have a room here” he assured her. He could have gone on to explain that she didn’t have a home anywhere anymore, but it wasn’t the right time, nor did it matter. All that mattered now was that she was here, and this room was hers.
“You don’t have to stay in here if you don’t want to…but I’m sure you’re tired you should rest in the room you are given.” He suggested to her softly moving his arm from the door frame to reach for her arm. There was a small hesitation but he grabbed her arm and led her further into the dark room standing by the bed.
His fingers slipped from her arm standing in front of and looking into her. There was a long pause as the red light just draped over them both. His height causing a shadow to cast over her. “Feel free to use whatever you wish that’s yours” He said with some sudden haste in his voice. He turned from her and walked back to the doorway from which they entered. Dr. Crane slid his hand to the door frame once more before exiting the room all together pulling the door behind him.
Casually he walked back to his lab and sat down in a chair in front of a few vials that were already filled with various powders and liquids. He drifted into his work …
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 7, 2012 17:08:48 GMT -5
Scarecrow's first statement doesn't get any reaction aside from a slight deepening to VerMillion's confused frown. She can't argue with that because apparently it's so, whether she has another room in Kayla's apartment or not. Though his next statement makes the idea settle a bit, as she reflects that she has no real reason not to stay in here. Annoyed by the way he brought her here or not, at least he's being... well, she wouldn't call this nice but she would call this an improvement over dragging her through the radio station.
And he's definitely right about her being tired. While there's been some definite improvement in her ability to sleep, it's still been a struggle getting enough for well over a month now. But right now she feels absolutely none of the worries that have been keeping her awake night after night and the mere thought of being able to rest is irresistible. "I am pretty tired," she admits, though that's probably unnecessary given that lack of sleep is written all over her face.
Though that thought is interrupted when his hand touches her arm and guides her further into the room. She looks up at him when he stops, seeing his face shadowed in the red light. Again she suddenly gets that feeling like she doesn't know what to do, though this time it isn't exactly unpleasant. But she isn't able to ponder that thought for too long before he turns away and starts heading out. She shrugs to herself and comments, "I'll just get some sleep." And she hopes that when she wakes up the world will be a lot less confusing.
The moment she lays down on the bed, she's overcome by a wave of exhaustion and it probably is only a minute or two before she's fast asleep. She has the same dream again that she's had every time she's fallen asleep for the past month. And yet, for whatever reason it isn't a nightmare this time, and instead of waking up screaming or in a cold sweat she sleeps through it quite peacefully.
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