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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Jan 29, 2013 16:09:54 GMT -5
What Jonathan refuses to accept is he is not in control of the situation. If people would just come to the realisation that Oswald is calling the shots and they have no choice in the matter once the deal is done then life would be so much less painful for them and Oswald would waste a great deal less time on evenings such as these. Obsessed with fear and delusional Crane would never see it, he was just another blind fool who wouldn't take Oswald's threats seriously. The entire evening was proving to be a waste of time, while he hadn't expected Jonathan to be cooperative Ozzy had hoped the raid would at least prove fruitful. While his men searched he had some hope of finding something but he had no intention of bothering to look around himself, all this science business didn't interest him unless it would bring him a profit.
Oswald checked his watch as Linsey got the blood sample before Mort silently got to work, ignoring his patient's words with practised ease. Reappearing in the doorway with a microphone and a long length of wires Terry looked considerably less comfortable and paled a bit before backing out the way to guard the doorway as an excuse to look elsewhere.
It didn't take long but Oswald was quite fed up with all this stalling. His plan was overrunning and he was close to missing even a very late dinner. Everyone was just so inconsiderate with this own foolish plans. When Mort finally finished Oswald was impatiently focused on his phone, trying to get some actual work done and ignore Crane in the process. As Mort looked up and shook his head Oswald just grew annoyed "The man should eat more but there's nothing out of the ordinary hidden within his stomach" A delay tactic, a stall for time or some hope for a plan of mistake. If only these people could at least be trusted to lie Oswald wouldn't have to bother with all this nonsense "Fix him up" Oswald practically growled before squawking orders to Terry who hadn't gone unnoticed hiding in the doorway "Hurry up and get the equipment in here! The doctor has taken up enough of my time"
He waited just long enough for Mort to sew Jon up and clear out the way before directing his umbrella at the Scarecrow, going to taser him again just to let out a little anger as he continued his orders with Linsey "The toxin, get on with it"
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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 Feb 5, 2013 18:43:56 GMT -5
Despite what he said, nothing was going to stop them from what they were doing. He had expected the man to be stupid enough to give him a chance, but that’s all it was, a chance. Mr. Cobblepot was too fearful of him to take that kind of risk. The doctor calmed from his laughter as the amateur prodded at him again, depressing his skin. It seems for now he was going to get to take his look inside of him, but he had already told him what they would find. His ignorance to listen would be his own waste of time. Dr. Crane was no subject to his failure to understand.
The object that would cut him open came into sight. This doctor probably wouldn’t go deep, but he already noticed there were no plans of pain relief in sight. He was going to cut him without any pain killers or any numbing devices. Dr. Crane’s bound hand’s curled into the respective sides of the slab that he had and prepared himself for what was to come.
The scalpel cut his skin with ease and the amateur followed it carefully, moving deeper and placing the right things in order to keep blood out of the way. He knew he couldn’t stop it, he couldn’t stop this from begin revealed. The moment that it hit his skin and pulled he groaned out into the air, but it wasn’t one of pain. It was bliss of pure excitement. His head rolled to the side and his body shook in its pleasure. In many reports it had been speculated that Dr. Crane was a masochist, but never had anything been able to be able to ethically prove it on this scale, a rare sight to see. His nails dug tightly into his palm, furthering the pain as his fingers prodded into him. Dr. Crane took a gasping breath, knowing he would find nothing there. Just keeping his mind together was a chore in its own.
The process didn’t take much longer after that. He heard vague voices in the background through his bliss that arched his hips and kept him constantly moving. He knew that Mr. Cobblepot was seeing all of it. In a way it was bitter sweet, he’d get no satisfaction from hurting him this way, but Dr. Crane would still suffer for it in the end….but suffering wasn’t so terrible with him. It was freeing to him, it made him come alive, ever the masochist. Before his mind fully pulled together he was stitched back up, he caught that single word. It was the word that kept his work going for this long a true testament to what he was capable of.
Dr. Crane’s eyes widened as the needle came to his neck, that beautiful glow lighting up his skin. A deep breath was sucked into his lungs, no longer able to prevent what he had set out to do. Mr. Cobblepot was going to know more than he ever wanted him to. But his thoughts that were holding onto this fact quickly faded. The room went dark and then suddenly cracked and distorted into old boarding and cracked walls. He felt his heart jump into his throat; it was pounding out of his chest. His hands were bound to the wall with small chains as they always were. The boy struggled and screamed, tears pouring from his face as his assailant came closer. Dr. Crane screamed from the table but as far as he knew he was chained to the wall in that small bedroom where he was kept. She came toward him but then in an instant she was gone. The boy swallowed as the world changed around him, falling to his feet. He looked around in the darkness. “…..Thrreee...blind...m-mice” He whimpered softly.
A flutter came from behind and his body froze, paralyzed in fear. It wasn’t until another came that he turned around. His heart felt like it was going to drill out of his chest. Dr. Crane was still on the table for a moment his eyes widened in fear and every muscle in his body tensed, possibly ripping any stitching.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 7, 2013 16:46:37 GMT -5
Just when Oswald had begun to believe the man couldn't repulse him any further Crane out does himself, well played Jonathan. As he seems to enjoy the unexpected surgery Oswald's lip curls into repulsion and an uncomfortable silence settles over the Penguin and his thugs with only Mort seeming to be unaffected by the reaction, instead he mostly wishes he could do some further research into the doctor. Linsey only rolls her eyes and finds other things in the room to watch but Terry remained just outside the door still, pretending he was just standing guard. Apparently beating and shooting people was fine for the big thug but not watching surgery.
It wasn't until Mort had finished and Oswald started snapping demands again that the others started moving, Terry quickly getting the equipment, handily mostly taken from Heather's set up, set up to record. Oswald wanted a recording of this and Heather's broadcasts while she was under the hold of the Scarecrow had given him the idea. He wanted a warning to all that he could make even the Scarecrow see fear, he'd love to take over Heather's equipment and broadcast the thing live but he just couldn't take the chance that Jonathan would say something that would implicate Oswald's involvement and cause trouble.
It's not until after Linsey has applied the fear toxin that Oswald finally smiles again, the screaming bringing with it some satisfaction, finally the doctor was getting what he deserved and the other thugs in the hideout were already looking uneasy, pausing in their work to listen until things went quiet.
Three blind mice...Everyone knew the old fairytale, though carving knives really weren't Oswald's style. The blank looks suggested no one knew what it meant in this situation, if only they could see into his nightmares. For now Oswald waited, motioning Mort to do the same when he moved with the intention of fixing the stitching. He wished to see where this would go before he attempted to interfere.
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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 26, 2013 16:38:38 GMT -5
They were everywhere around him. He could feel them around him, touching him; he knew they were touching him. His body kept spinning around in his mind, looking through the fog that was so thick he felt he could pick it out of the air. They were coming for him…. His head went from tilted to one side of the table, to the other as he flipped around in his mind. Flutters and caws were rushing passed him as he kept backing up. His eyes were wide in terror, he felt his heart stop.
He knew what was going to come out of the fog in front of him and he had braced himself for it, but then a man dressed in white stepped out of the fog. His head was down in a clipboard and glanced up to him every now and then. He had no eyes and he had no expression as it pierced into his soul somehow. It took a long pause as it turned again from the clipboard to look at him with nothingness….But then suddenly. A black flock of crows burst from his lab coat. Dr. Crane burst into a fit of screams in the real world and inside of his dreams. One the table he squirmed and writhed in his binds. But in his mind he was fighting off waves of merciless attacks of crows. “Get off me! NO Get away from me! Feathered demon! Get back!!” He spoke at the swarm like it was thinking as one whole collective conscience.
Dr. Crane began to convulse on the table as if he was going to have a seizure or id the midst of one already. His eyes rolled back into his head as he screamed. He could do nothing but succumb to the black cloud that surrounded him and reveled in his nightmare. Like an anvil had fallen from the ceiling and down into his chest he threw his body up in the restraints and then laid deathly still. There wasn’t a noise coming from his body and his eyes were open, but refused to blink. He was staring straight up.
The swarm around him had cleared and given him a golden farm field as far as his eyes could see. The inevitable worst had happened. Worse than the feathered nightmares could ever be……He was home.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on May 9, 2013 13:09:52 GMT -5
Oswald sneered once more. Feathered demon? Was that a slight against him? As much as Ozzy's ego would love to believe that Jonathan actually feared him the idea was quick to be dismissed from his mind as very, highly unlikely. That anyone could fear or even dislike birds is almost as foreign a concept for Oswald, but it is however one he knows can happen. It can't surely be so simple though? Jonathan can't fear that Oswald cherishes and controls so easily! An evil grin starts to twist Oswald's features as he holds onto the hope that it might be true.
He quietly starts to laugh as Crane convulses, not his typical dry chuckle or even his well recognised squawk but a horrible cawing laugh as if the birds themselves were laughing at Jonathan. He has to test the idea, see if it will fit with Jonathan's nightmares and of course he'd pick the crow to mimic, he was dealing with the Scarecrow. How fitting the name would be if the Scarecrow were really attempting to escape his fear of crows.
The thugs are getting creeped out and it takes Mike's looming to keep them working on clearing the building instead of stopping to listen as Jonathan stops and sudden silence falls again.
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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 24, 2013 15:19:23 GMT -5
The boys hand graced the tall blades of golden wheat that blew in the wind. The sun was setting on what seemed to be another beautiful day in the farm land. His heart seemed still at the moment, the only thing he was able to feel was the blades gracing his hand. He was moving forward though it seemed almost cognitive, like he wasn’t truly moving.
On the table the doctor lay deadly still. It would have been difficult to determine at a first glance if he was even breathing at that moment. The last thing he wanted was for Penguin to dive into his personal secrets. Things that he wanted to keep locked away inside himself forever were starting to slowly leak out onto this table and onto the floor. He could feel himself melting from within and moving into the rigid air around him. If only he could see himself, no one acted this way on fear toxin. To be so calm and so livid was a medical marvel.
The boy was calm until the ground around him began to shake. He had stopped moving forward and instead tried to keep his balance on the crumbling Earth beneath him. For a moment in time he seemed to loose all sense of gravity and the world kept switching from top to bottom. But from beneath his feet rose up wooden boards. The contorted on all sides around him, twisting and moving into dusted shapes and cruel faces. They screamed and moaned in their own horror as they molded into the sidings of the old prairie house. The boy stepped back as far as he could but his back thudded against something hard. Slowly he turned to see his old door that used to haunt him. He tried to open it but the knob just wouldn’t turn and then…..His heart froze.
“Jonnnyyyyyy”
From the table all of Dr. Crane’s limbs tensed in an instant and brace whatever was beneath him. The straps that were used to tie him down creaked when his body shot up and strained against the holding pressure. Whatever his mind was in he wanted to escape very badly. So badly that it didn’t matter what physical or mental world he was in. His limbs shook and strained until they couldn’t take it anymore and fell back onto the table.
Suddenly his eyes widened and the doctor began to emit an earthshattering scream. “NO NO! No!!! “ He flowed the scream into panicked words. “I’ve been good!” He bargained with the air around him from the table. “I’ve been good!! No! Don’t! I’ll repent! I’ll repent!!!” Dr. Crane pled from the table, tears running from his eyes.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Jul 18, 2013 14:45:15 GMT -5
Oswald smirked at Jon once more as he continued to scream, it seemed quiet fitting to him to see the Scarecrow having a taste of his own medicine and yet he also felt disgust for the man, so helpless and pathetic. He couldn't understand why the man had such a love for all this, screaming mostly just makes Oswald want to shoot people so they'll shut up. If he wanted to really strike a person Oswald preferred to destroy people's lives completely, just to see that look when they realise they have nothing left. This brief period of nonsensical babbling was hardly satisfying, not least of all because he was still confused as it still makes no sense. He was learning nothing and becoming frustrated.
A quiet word is had with Linsey below volume of the microphone as she'd started sneering and recording the unpleasant event on a camera, considering that video footage might prove useful and hopefully work her towards a raise one day. Happy for the distraction Linsey keeps the camera focused but concentrates her attention onto her boss and listens quietly before nodding. The plan moves on, she and Mike would remain and oversee the operation, waiting until Jon had finished his babbling before he would be dumped out on the street somewhere, lucky to be alive. The building would be ripped apart from the inside out before everyone was done for the night but Oswald had no intention to help, the dank surroundings were quite enough for one night and he had come to the conclusion that he would prefer to review the footage somewhere he could turn down the volume on Jon's screams and where he wouldn't feel the need to continue wearing a gasmask, even if at this point he was mostly wearing it to avoid smelling the place.
Gesturing for Terry to follow as he walks through the door and the big thug is happy to be going somewhere else, even if it is just to drive Cobblepot to dinner. The preparation and execution had taken most of his evening and it was time it took no more, Jon could be screaming for hours, even the fearful screams of the Scarecrow were not worth missing a meal over, Oswald would get the important bits sent along later.
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