Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 9, 2012 17:49:25 GMT -5
Dr. Crane lay on a couch that sat in one of his study rooms. The couch lay under one of the few windows that did exist in the hide out itself. He had made sure they were put in places that looked more normal than anything. This was probably the only normal looking room in the entire place besides VerMillion’s, but he had just finished that room. There was a small desk that held an outdated laptop. He never used it anyway; it remained closed most of the time collecting dust on the desk it sat on. Rather than that there was nothing else in the room. Than an alarm clock placed on the side of the desk near the couch just in case he happened to feel like sleeping.
This was actually one of the rare occasions when Dr. Crane actually felt like he could lay down. He always set the alarm so he wouldn’t ever sleep too late. Tonight in Gotham it was raining rather heavily, spring had certainly come into Gotham as quickly as winter left. Dr. Crane lay fast asleep on the couch as the rain hit the window beside him.
The doctor suddenly lifted from his position and looked around for a moment trying to grasp where he was. He slowed his breathing as he took in his surroundings and knew where he was. His head fell back to the wall and rested for a moment staring at the clock on the desk. It had been exactly 25 minutes since he had last looked at the clock. He lifted his hand and ran it through his hair wondering why he had actually fallen asleep for that long, he must have been exhausted.
As his breathing finally came to a slow he lifted from his restful position and walked slowly over to the alarm clock clicking it off. It was the first time he had actually laid down in two days. He would have never lain down if it were up to him, but unfortunately he knew the body needed sleep to function and restore itself. The brain needed restful sleep to continue to remain sharp and effective. But sleep isn’t what drove Dr. Crane, or motivated him in any way, despite what medical science said. There was something so much more that kept him moving.
He sat back down on the couch for a moment and turned to the noise that kept rapping against the window. It was raining in Gotham. His body turned to pull his legs onto the couch and he wrapped his arms around them for a moment leaning his body against the wall and watching the rain it the window. It reminded him of something his eyes drifting back into the far corners of his mind. The scene stayed steady for a few moments before he finally broke the stare and moved back off of the couch.
His hand reached around to his neck to rub it slightly before heading to the door and grabbing his lab coat that hung around the sides of it. Placing each arm in it carefully he adjusted it around himself and exited to his lab. If VerMillion wasn’t up already she would be up soon. He figured it was late enough and he walked passed his lab tables noticing various things as he walked by that needed to be done. He walked towards VerMillion’s door and opened the door.
A normal person would have knocked but Dr. Crane was never really around people enough to know that he should do these kinds of things. He was extremely detached from a social word, only recently been put into it a bit more than he had liked to be. He walked in and saw her lying on the bed wrapped up and fast asleep. Each step he took carefully not to wake her immediately. He stopped at the edge of her bed and watched her for a few moments doing nothing.
Slowly he sat at the edge of her bed and lifted his hand to the side of her face. “VerMillion” He spoke softly trying to wake her.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 9, 2012 18:39:49 GMT -5
Not only did Heather manage to sleep soundly through the rest of the night, she managed to sleep through the next morning. And the afternoon as well. It's quite clearly evening when a hand on her face and a quiet voice pull her back into wakefulness. But though she'd slept very deeply, it isn't difficult to wake her - she could easily sleep even longer thanks to the sheer number of hours she'd been missing recently, but her body had already been debating waking her to satisfy other needs. Sleep may be important, but so is food and water.
That the brave toxin is still in VerMillion's system is immediately evident, because in spite of the fact that she's waking up in a strange place at the touch of someone she's not exactly happy with she just calmly opens her eyes and looks around a moment with a slight frown. But it only takes her a moment to remember the previous night, and her expression turns amused. "What is with you and bothering me while I'm trying to sleep?" she asks with a smirk, as this reminds her of a certain other incident. The memory of which currently holds so little fear on her that not only can she be in such a similar situation without anxiety, but joke about it at the same time.
Then she abruptly ducks beneath her pillow, holding it over her head with her arm. Just because her body was nearly to the point of making her wake up to attend to other things doesn't mean that her mind isn't more interested in getting more sleep.
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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 9, 2012 19:33:53 GMT -5
He pulled his fingers away as she began to turn and open her eyes. A smile almost played along his mouth but it was stopped as she decided to throw herself underneath a pillow. A soft sigh left his lips; she continuously fought him even after a good night’s sleep.
Not that she wanted to get up anyway, after being asleep for so long her body needed nourishment. His face turned from the pillow she hid under for a moment and his eyes darted from one side to another trying to think of exactly what he had. He kept himself fed of course but it wasn’t like he ate luxuriously. He barely even thought about it most the time so enveloped in his work. Without saying a word he lifted from her bed and walked out of the room.
Just this once he figured he could do this. Mainly because she had a rough night and needed it to be able to get back on her feet. She was no use to him just lying around in bed all day until she starved herself. He exited the room and went into a back corner of the lab that held two mini fridges. One was filled with substances, one that could contaminate food if placed together. The other held various things that Dr. Crane would need to keep refrigerated, such as drinks and food.
Aside from Scotch and water he didn’t drink much of anything else except the occasional glass of orange juice for nourishment. He grabbed the carton and shuffled his hands through the bottom to find something that would be suitable to eat. He ran across a bag of apples and ran his hands through the mixture of green and red. He picked up a red one and closed the fridge with his leg walking back to the room.
He placed the carton under his arm as he turned the doorknob and entered again. He didn’t shut the door behind him but this time walked in and set the box and the apple down by her desk. “I would think about waking up considering you have been asleep for a full day. At least to eat.” He explained to her once again trying to get her to wake up. His hand leaned down to catch the fabric of the pillow she hid herself under and tugged at it slightly.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 9, 2012 20:26:04 GMT -5
Though VerMillion would very much like to get some more sleep, she finds herself in the unfortunate situation of not being able to get back to it very easily. For one thing, now that she's awake and able to be aware of them her body has numerous physical complaints. She tries the classic strategy of ignoring them until they go away, but that's not helping anything.
Concentrating more on that than anything, she's not quite aware of Scarecrow leaving and returning, but when he comments on how long she slept and points out one of her current problems she gives up on the idea of sleep and doesn't protest when he pulls at the pillow. "Fine," she says tiredly, pushing it back off of her face and reluctantly pulling herself up into a sitting position.
She probably looks like a bit of a mess after sleeping that long, but aside from her growling stomach and a few body aches from laying still for too long, she actually feels pretty good. Though she'd gotten used to forcing her way through her days in spite of sleep deprivation, that doesn't mean that it was enjoyable. Once her eyes manage to focus in the red light, she immediately fixates on what's in Scarecrow's hands. "For me?" she asks, now feeling even hungrier to see food so immediately at hand. Though she supposes that's to be expected if he's right about her having slept a full day; that means she's skipped three meals. Orange juice and an apple won't make up for that, but it's a start at least.
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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
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~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 10, 2012 1:55:52 GMT -5
Now that he had her attention his hands went to the orange juice carton and apple that he had laid on the nightstand picking them up again. He offered a simple nod to her statement and handed them outward towards her shifting himself to sit on the bed beside her. He turned his body to face her more feeling a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. It was the first time Dr. Crane had done anything outwardly nice for her or anyone in a long time.
The thought rolled over in his mind trying to remind him why exactly he was giving her food in the first place. She needed it to live, that was it, his mind reassured himself. She couldn’t do anything without the strength to do it. He said nothing to her and just stared at her for a few moments. His looking through you stare often scared off most, never meeting his gaze or able to hold it for very long. Of course with the brave toxin she would have no reason to fear his gaze, as she proved last night.
At this moment he was at a loss for words on what to say to her. For now he just wanted her to accept what he was giving to her and not making him toss idea’s around in his head about what and why exactly he was doing all of this. A thought came to mind that he may just have a reason to voice aloud.
"If you eat you can leave your room..."
That was what he offered. It was much better than what was going on in his thoughts. It was an exchange to cover for the gesture that may have displayed an emotion that he dismissed as being impossible.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 10, 2012 2:29:12 GMT -5
VerMillion is quick enough to take both, and she needs no extra encouragement to consume them. She's halfway through the apple after only a few large bites - yep, definitely very hungry. It's only then that she looks up and says, "Thanks."
Unlike him, she's not uncomfortable at all about this situation. While she's capable of being uncomfortable physically, mental discomfort or uneasiness is a low level form of anxiety and that's simply not possible for her right now. And she indeed has no trouble meeting his stare with one of her own when she does look at him again. Huh - his eyes look almost purple in this light. "So if I wanted to stay in here, would I have to starve myself?" she asks with a smirk, before taking another bite of the apple, "And did I really sleep a whole day?" It's a bit hard telling time in here, though she's can tell that she slept a long time. A lot more than she has been, definitely.
Then again, she's not particularly worried about the time or anything else for that matter. Having the brave toxin influencing her thoughts greatly simplifies things for her - unable to worry about the future, her thoughts tend to favor her needs and wants of the moment more than anything else. And since she's currently satisfying those, she's quite content even though there's a number of other issues on her mind. She still remembers how she got here, for example, but since she's not worried about being here that's only so important.
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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 11, 2012 15:40:36 GMT -5
He placed his hands down to rest at his knees after VerMillion hastily grabbed the objects from his hands and consumed them. He watched her take a bite into the apple, she certainly was hungry. The thank you that came afterward made him feel a bit uncomfortable. He didn’t respond or acknowledge that she had said it, no you’re welcome followed. He just didn’t respond to those things because he never placed himself in those kinds of situations.
It looked like the brave toxin was still in full effect. She wasn’t anxious or hesitant, not even a bit uncomfortable with where she was. All she seemed to show at first was a bit of distaste with currently having to wake up sooner than she wanted. Dr. Crane cocked his head slightly at her smart remark and offered a look of not so serious warning. It was removed from his features with the question she asked though, offering a slow nod.
“Well…” He paused and lifted from the bed. “I really must be getting back to my work.” He turned from her something inside him telling him to focus back on his goals. There were always more toxins to be made, plus he was still working on the kinks of the Scarebeast. Dr. Crane still owed quite a bit of deliverance from that particular serum to The Penguin, but that wasn’t why he was trying to perfect it. The strain of toxin still needed work, and what better time than this awkward social situation.
He turned from where he was and headed towards the door.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 11, 2012 16:02:57 GMT -5
VerMillion smirks at his warning look. As she's being prevented from worrying about what it means, she instead finds it humorous. If he's going to drag her to wherever this place is, he ought to be prepared to face the consequences. And one of those consequences is that she's going to feel like saying what she feels like saying. "Hey, that's the same logic you tried to use on me yesterday telling me that I wanted to be here," she comments, rolling her eyes at that. Then again, she's feeling significantly better today than she did yesterday, and she doesn't lose her smirk.
When he starts to go, she says, "Hold on a sec - I assume this place has a bathroom somewhere?" Because she can already tell that once she's done with the apple and juice that will be the next item on her agenda and it wasn't a part of the mini-tour yesterday.
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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 11, 2012 18:16:15 GMT -5
He stopped himself as he was turning the door knob to leave and turned back to her. It made sense after being asleep for so long that she would need a restroom, whether to use it or clean up. “First door to your right” He said motioning towards the back of the building. He meant outside her door and down the hall of course but he was sure that she could figure that out.
Dr. Crane scanned over her for a moment longer, still sitting on the bed munching away at her food. His mind flooded with thoughts on the subject of Heather Glass. Many different things plans that he had, the way she acted towards him, how he was going to keep her here, his feelings about her in general. The last thought made his mind war with himself. Immediately he shut it all down erasing anything from thought about it. He had work to do.
Without another moment passing he turned back towards the door and turned the door handle finally stepping out. He closed the door behind him letting her finish her food in peace and trying to focus back on something else. Diving into his work was always a good way to clear his mind of anything unwanted. The doctor walked away from her room and into his lab checking the tables for something in particular. He came across a small bowl filled with a yellow powder and pulled up a chair in front of it. His ice blue eyes became glossed with the focus of his craft.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 11, 2012 19:52:29 GMT -5
VerMillion simply nods to the directions, still munching away on the rapidly disappearing apple and appearing quite content for the moment. She continues to sit there and eat even after Scarecrow leaves, her thoughts drifting back to the day before. Really, what she objects to most about the whole thing is that he just came in and told her what to do, forcing her to come even though she didn't want to and ignoring her protests. Actually being here doesn't seem like such a big deal, aside from the fact that she's guessing he'd stop her if she tried to leave.
Then again, the main reason she wants to leave is because it's the principle of the thing. He brought her here when she didn't want to come, and therefore she wants to leave no matter how unobjectionable she actually finds being here to be. Well, that and the fact that she has a life that she'd really like to get back to. Kayla was going to take her shopping today, and of course there's her show.
But then, thoughts of work bring the machine in the other room to mind. Sleeping on the question hasn't brought her any closer to figuring out what she wants to do with it. That she wants to do something isn't even a question. But it has to be awesome, since anything less would be a waste.
And she's no closer to figuring that one out when the apple's been reduced to its core and the juice container is empty. She somewhat reluctantly hauls herself out of bed at that point and tosses them in the trash as she heads to the door, heading immediately into the bathroom. It only takes a half-glance at the mirror for her to decide that she needs to sort herself out. Given that her normal 'look' is the 'cool, but not on purpose look' one might think that she doesn't care much about her appearance. But that look actually takes quite a bit of work and neglects to factor in the fact that her hair is a rather extreme color - it matters to her a lot. And the 'I just literally slept an entire day' look is not okay with her.
When she leaves the bathroom awhile later, she looks significantly improved. At least as much as she can without her make-up kit and other assorted helpful items. And now that she has that taken care of, her attention has turned to other things. Specifically, she's not convinced that she's had enough to eat yet, and now that her physical needs are mostly met she's starting to wonder if there's anything to do if she has to be stuck here. So, she wanders into the lab, pausing at the entrance as her eyes drift boredly over its contents before settling on Scarecrow, who seems to be concentrating on something. She frowns.
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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 12, 2012 1:25:05 GMT -5
His hands carefully went over each vial in front of him. His hand came to rest on a certain one that has separated correctly and grabbed it. Very cautiously he took a small eyedropper and slipped it in the tube pulling out the bottom part of the separated substance. He took the filled eyedropper and placed it carefully over the bowl full of the powdered substance.
One….Two….Three. Three drops he counted each press in between. Any wrong move at this point could contaminate the whole thing. Everything had to be exact and precise. Dr. Crane had done this before though, so many times. If he wasn’t so careful about getting it right he could probably accomplish it blindfolded. After three drops had been laced in he took a small wooden pedal and began to mix it into the powder. The toxin wasn’t exactly dangerous to breathe in yet, that was the next step.
Grabbing for another eyedropper this one of a slightly bigger size he moved onto the next step of the process. Sticking it inside the same tube he pulled this time from the top of the separated substance and filled the eyedropper. He took a rag from the far portion of the table and placed it over his mouth not having his mask in this room at the moment. It was just as effective for mixing it this way as long as he didn’t get too close to it. Another vial was grabbed this one being empty. He set the eyedropper down for a moment and began to tap powder slowly into the vial. After enough was in it he put down the bowl and picked up the dropper.
Making sure the rag was placed carefully over the corners of his mouth he wadded it and made sure that it was tight enough to seal but light enough to still breathe through. He brought a stable tray to hold the vials in front of him and placed the one he was using in it. He began to place in the first drop…
Dr. Crane didn’t notice Heather come out of her bedroom or go into the bathroom at all. He was far too focused on the beauty of his work.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 12, 2012 1:46:22 GMT -5
VerMillion considers the situation for a moment. On one hand, it's really irritating being brought here against her will and then expected to... what, entertain herself? Sit quietly in the corner while he messes with chemicals? She's never been good with boredom, and the brave toxin is only making that worse because it opens up a lot of options for resolving this that she wouldn't have considered. On the other hand... ... Is there another hand? No, not really.
But she's in a mild enough mood at the moment to not torment him more than he deserves. She walks into the lab, grabbing the nearest chair to him and sitting on it backwards, crossing her arms across the back of it and resting her chin on them. And she sits there and simply stares at him. That seems like a fair revenge for this. Unless, of course, her patience doesn't last as long as his concentration, in which case she'll simply have to do something worse.
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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 12, 2012 20:25:37 GMT -5
The toxin he was making now didn’t have explosive properties, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t everywhere. If some of these were mixed in the wrong order the results could be catastrophic. Just putting in one more drop than needed was dangerous. It was the difference between having a chemical that he could handle, and one that he couldn’t.
The first drop went in with relative ease. The drop fell into the powdered mixture and a small gas emitted from the tube. He watched it carefully before dropping more into it. He was so focused on it that he didn’t really notice VerMillion pull a chair up and sit next to him immediately. It was easy for Dr. Crane to get lost in his work, it happened often.
It was only after almost the last drop had been placed in that he noticed something was different about his original surroundings. That feeling that you get when someone is watching you? It was unfamiliar to him. Dr. Crane had not surrounded himself with people in some time, and even when he was forced to he didn’t enjoy it. He did most of the watching…
He stopped his process only for a moment before placing the last few drops in and sliding the chemical away. He placed the eyedropper down on the table and reached for another rag that was further down. Bringing it back in his fingers he finally turned to VerMillion and placed it on the table beside her. She wouldn’t take it out of fear of the fumes, but it was there if she was smart enough to take it. Not that she knew what was going on here anyway. As he waited for the chemical to settled he met her gaze and tilted his head slightly.
“What do you want?..” The monotone voice of Dr. Crane spoke out. He had given her a brand new station, a room to herself and she still comes out here to stare at him? The anti-social in him was pulling at him. Though he did notice that she had cleaned herself up, the fact that he noticed at all made him uncomfortable.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 12, 2012 20:57:27 GMT -5
One of the things about the inability to fear is that VerMillion doesn't particularly care about Scarecrow's actions if they don't overtly have something to do with her. Granted, there are reasons beyond fear to care about why someone is doing what they're doing, but none of those really apply to her either. So that she doesn't more than glance at the rag he places by her isn't simply a matter of her not fearing whatever he's messing with, it's also that she fails to question why he'd put the rag next to her at all. Perhaps it would occur to her if she cared more about what he was doing, but whatever it is isn't entertaining in the least and that's the most important thing on her mind right now.
When he finally asks her what she wants, she simply says, "I'm bored and don't have anything to do." Based on the almost demanding nature of her tone and the expectant look in her eyes it's clear that not only does she blame him for this, she expects him to fix that problem. Which is absolutely the case, if you ask her.
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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 13, 2012 12:12:29 GMT -5
He takes note that she didn’t take the rag that was given to her. It really didn’t matter at this point it was just a precaution. He removed the rag from his mouth and placed it on the table. With a glance towards his substance he gave an outward sigh. It hadn’t settled yet so there was no reason to pick it up again until it had. He would have liked to bury himself in his work some more but she began to answer his previous question.
She was bored. Did this look like a fun house? She was expecting him to entertain her? His type of entertainment he was sure differed greatly from hers, but it did spark a few ideas into his mind. “You have Gotham out there just waiting to hear your voice…” He was talking of course about the machine he had given her previously. He wondered why she hadn’t bothered to use it yet and came to his side instead.
His eyes turned to the substance again and saw it change color. Good it had stabilized. He reached for it and slid it out of the container that held it. Reaching into a drawer below, he pulled out a small cap and capped the vial. He held it up in front of her to show her. “Here.” Dr. Crane extended his hand out to her with the vial. The bright yellow liquid inside the tub now sloshed back and forth from inside. He wasn't worried about having her handling it as long as it was capped and not in a syringe. Not that he would be worried if it was, it would only make things more interesting as he was very interested in finding out how she would react to having it in her hands, instead of inside her.
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