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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 27, 2012 12:22:35 GMT -5
Oswald had a way of worming everything he could out of people whether they wanted it or not. He called it business. He would have the toxins, he would sell the toxins, Jon would be lucky if he didn't request the formulas themselves but Ozzy just didn't trust the Scarecrow to write them down right. Investment was a much easier way to own Jon than to simply use force.
Not that Cobblepot wasn't still considering taking him to a nice dark basement somewhere and locking him up with Terry until he blurted all his secrets or just died. His patience was gone and yet there was Jon, goading a thug, disrespecting Oswald, questioning his command, wasting his time with this inane prattle.
Terry reacted, growling out words while his boss just glared "Is that supposed to scare me you pansy son of a-" Oswald cut him off with a command "Leg" and there was just enough time for Terry to start to grin as he swung his gun down to shoot at Jon's legs. Oswald was in control, he decided when and where his faithful pets attack but he just made Terry very happy and that's not good for Jon.
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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 27, 2012 16:08:52 GMT -5
Dr. Cranes expression finally started to change as he was getting a reaction that he wanted. What a weak men The Penguin surrounded himself with. Psychologically it would be easy to break this man. Though his expression changed his eyes didn't leave Mr. Cobblepot's until Terry began to speak.
There wasn't really any time to think about the next events that occurred. Dr. Crane gave into a smile as Terry protested to his fears. It was a bit too soon enjoyed however as The Penguin snapped in with a single word. His eyes moved to the gun as it was taking a lowered position and before he had any time to react a searing pain came up from his left leg.
The pain lasted only for a moment before he felt nothing. That was never a good sign especially looking at it from a medical stand point. It meant that you were in an incredible amount of pain, so much that you're body hit a reboot on it's nervous system. The minds beautiful way of saving you from pain it couldn't take all at once.
Almost immediately after the shot was fired Dr. Crane lost his stability and fell to the floor. His hand that had previously been rolling the syringe on the table now drug it off into the floor with him. He let it go rolling to the side and now grabbing the lower portion of his leg. The pain was quickly starting to rebuild as his senses were now coming to terms with the fact that he had been shot. Blood covered the wound and began soaking his suit pants and the carpet around them. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply trying to prevent any noise coming out to protest the pain he was feeling.
His fingers clasped around the wound and he applied pressure to it the best he could his fingers quickly soaking with blood. Dr. Crane couldn't tell whether the bullet was still inside or if it was a clean through and through shot. Right now he was in far too much pain to think about it. The few times he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out, he thought he might just curse instead but instead held it back trying to get a hold of himself.
The Penguin had him shot...What a desperate attempt in the face of fear. Right now he was in no position to argue his point, it would have to come later. His left hand removed itself from his leg and attempted to find the syringe he knew was drug off the table as he fell.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Mar 27, 2012 16:55:44 GMT -5
Jon could grope around for his syringe all he wanted, Oswald didn't seem to be stopping him. His mood had greatly improved in that moment though and he chuckled as he got up, sipping from his drink and moving to the side of the table so he could get a better view of Jon and wouldn't be prey to under the table mischief.
Mike followed, silent as ever while Terry just had a big smug grin on his face and didn't have to move as he had a perfectly good view of the doctor already. None of them were getting too close of course, a wounded animal could be quite dangerous and this one had syringes full of god knows what.
Oswald was back to his cheery self again though and all it took was shooting someone "I did warn you not to hurt their feelings" he said in a very mocking tone before he lifted his umbrella to point it at Crane. Naturally it looks just like every other normal umbrella, except look hard enough and there seems to be a barrel in the end of it, pointed right at Jon "Perhaps now that it is in your best interests to hurry you will cease wasting my time by attempting to goad my employees. No more games Dr. Crane, roll the syringe and any others you have on you over here and state exactly what it is you need for this research of yours" Clearly just because Jon had got a little bit shot didn't mean Ozzy wasn't still going to do business, he was just helping him get back to the point.
The carpet would probably need replacing, Jon would probably still be difficult but if it cut out Crane's attempt to be scary then still the Penguin considered having him shot entirely worth it. Though he'd also consider it worth it simply because he'd been annoyed and now he wasn't. He could so easily have Jon killed, it wouldn't get him all those nice little toxins to sell but he did love having that sort of power over people.
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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 27, 2012 19:54:25 GMT -5
Dr. Cranes free hand moved about the floor searching for the syringe. After a moment his hand rolled over it's familiar shape and he grasped it in his hand. He went to move from his side position to sit up but was met with mocking words and a barrel of an interesting umbrella pointed at his face.
His bloody hand still held tightly to his wound attempting to hold the pressure he had on it. It wouldn't be long before he would be losing too much blood, and the longer he waited the more risk of infection as well. For the moment he stayed perfectly still listening to what exactly The Penguin wanted from him now that he was bleeding out on to the floor.
Handing over every syringe he had in his current state? It would take a painful moment and it was expected with one hand. Dr. Crane groaned as he lifted his hand that held the syringe slowly. He showed them what he was doing so there would be no reason to shoot him twice. Not that he was 'afraid' of being shot the first time. With a less than graceful movement of his hand he rolled one syringe over to Mr. Cobblepot's feet. After it was out of his hand he used the same hand to open his suit jacket and lift two more out.
“I need a decent lab..” He cringed while he spoke, pausing a moment to catch his breath. He rolled the syringes in between his fingers taking a look at the liquid that was inside. “A healthy amount of cash for chemicals...” Dr. Crane took another breath and adjusted his fingers on the bullet wound trying to pull his leg as tightly to him as he could from his position. His eyes moved from the umbrella to Terry “Test subjects...”
His fingers rolled the syringes for a moment longer before finally rolling them to meet the other at their feet. His gaze was broken by an aching pain that kept pulling at him. He blinked and looked at his wound once more, his entire lower half of his pants leg was soaked at this point. The shot could have been worse, but he wouldn't be able to tell for sure how bad it was unless he could look at it. Under the barrel of a masked gun was not a good incentive to move around much. “Medical supplies..” He finished. It's not like he could go to a hospital, not that he would ever accept help medically. Dr. Crane was perfectly capable of tending to any wound on himself unless it needed surgery. Getting a bullet out of his leg wouldn't be difficult, if indeed it was still inside it.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 1, 2012 16:54:43 GMT -5
Oswald waited patiently, he was quite certain he had Jon backed into a corner where the only thing the good doctor can do is as Ozzy tells him. Well, he could die but that would rather put a stop to his research wouldn't it? If the man had just been able to focus on something other than fear for five minutes Oswald might not have had him shot in the first place. Not that Oswald really needed to rationalise it, shooting people was just a perk of his lifestyle.
Terry snarled when Jon looked at him but Oswald ignored him and simply considered the demands. Of course he wasn't going to give up Terry, the man was far too useful. He was going to break the man's fingers again later for making far too much noise during the meeting but that was more like whacking the dog with a newspaper until he learnt to stop barking.
He waited until all of Jon's syringes had been rolled over before he lowered his umbrella and left just his thugs pointing guns at Jon while he took a handkerchief from his pocket and used it to move the syringes up onto his end of the table "Easily arranged. Provide a list of equipment and I'll have a lab set up" he wanted Crane working somewhere he had the address for, he was sorely tempted to simply force the man into employment, how he took the idea of Oswald choosing the location of his work would certainly determine how much opposition he would put against the idea.
Calmly Oswald pressed a button on the phone on the table again to talk to the outside world in a rather bored tone "Have a medical kit sent in, no rush" Oswald had a doctor on staff just for his staff and as another way to bleed the wallets of the underworld dry but he knew Jon wouldn't agree to be looked at, stubborn man would always do it himself. Perhaps with Crane's personality he simply had more people who wanted to kill him, Oswald could believe that.
He moved his chair so he could sit by the table, drink and keep an eye on Jon all at the same time "Test subjects can be arranged and I'm sure a suitable price can be found any chemicals" naturally Oswald intended to see to it that Jon was buying from him, all the better to keep an eye on him. A little extra money for anything else to keep the doctor happy and perhaps it would turn out to be a good arrangement. He even had an idea where to get test subjects. Mostly the thought of signing up the cop who thought he'd managed to sneak undercover onto Oswald's staff amused the Penguin but he supposed any enemy would do and if he was really desperate he could just shove some homeless in and any particularly useless thugs.
Which left one obvious lose end. He picked up one of the syringes with the handkerchief again and eyed it through his monocle "So what is it we have in these?"
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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 4, 2012 1:35:46 GMT -5
He was losing blood despite the pressure on the wound. Losing blood wasn't good and he couldn't wait any longer to do something about it. Dr. Crane released the wound with his hand and rolled to his back still keeping his eyes on the guns above him. He could see The Penguin moving around a bit but he hadn't noticed too much of what he was doing. Right now his focus was on what he was going to do about the wound.
He kept his hands out in front of his body to show what he was doing. Only after did he slowly begin to slip an arm out of his suit rolling to the side and doing the same to the other until it was just his shirt. He listened to Mr. Cobblepot speak to someone over the table phone and began to slowly button his shirt. He couldn't wait for a medical kit that was coming as slowly as he wanted it to. With the final loosening of the last button he tore the shirt arm off and attempted to sit up.
Dr. Crane did it slowly making sure that he wasn't surprising anyone. Once Mr. Cobblepot moved his chair so he could see him again he kept the torn cloth in front of him for a moment before reaching down and wrapping it tight around the wound.
The thought of buying chemicals from The Penguin himself made him laugh inside. He didn't even know what was required for this serum, or any of his serums for that matter. Even if he did he wouldn't be able to collect them like he could....and there was no way he was handing over the formula for them, that would take much more torture than a simple bullet to the leg.
Releasing his hands from the made cover of the wound he laid back again with an exhausted exhale. He would have rose to his feet if he wasn't sure he'd be shot again. He'd wait until the right moment to do that. Seeing Mr. Cobblepot pick up one of the few syringes he handed to him made Dr. Crane raise to his elbows.
Even if he told him would he really understand? The scientific or the truth? His eyes fell to the beautiful neon yellow liquid that filled the needle to the brim and somehow through the pain found a sinister smile. “It is the truth....Why don't you try it and see for yourself?” He laughed darkly not being able to help himself.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 5, 2012 18:53:00 GMT -5
Oswald watched Jonathan struggle but what was amusing was slowly just becoming plain sad. Perhaps it had to do with the fact Jon was sorting himself out but Oswald's mind was returning to business. He had his fun and he still had to work with this man. Well no hard feelings as far as Oswald was concerned, couldn't be so sure about Terry though.
Cobblepot just sighed at Jon's answer to the question, remembering once more why he had the man shot in the first place. There was just no getting a straight answer from the man. From his files Oswald generally assumed yellow liquid with Jon meant fear toxin but there was no saying other things he made didn't also come in yellow. The answer would support fear but he'd rather have confirmation, not that he supposed Jon couldn't just lie. He'd have it tested on someone later after it was analysed.
Well this was just no fun anymore. A small shake of the head and Oswald hit the button on the phone again "Correction, now" seconds later there was a knock on the door as if the medical kit had just been waiting outside, which it had "Come" Oswald ordered and another thug entered, unlike Mike and Terry with their suits though this one was wearing a gas mask and body armour, a few of them had just been waiting outside too. Oswald was prepared for trouble whether it came or not.
Oswald gestured for the new thug to come round the other side of the table from Jon and bring the kit over as he talked "Fear toxin, brave toxin, one of the cures for them or something else?" he questioned, spelling it out to try and get a simple answer. A quick look in the kit and he made a few adjustments to the contents. Syringes, painkillers and a scalpel were taken out and left on the table before finally he tossed it down on the floor near Jon, getting it wasn't dependant on his answer, Oswald was just giving him that.
The fact of the matter was Oswald wanted him alive, Jon was just very annoying. He would prefer if Jon didn't want him dead of course, though he fully expected Jon wanted to drug him up and see what scared him but really that was just Jon on a normal day, to everyone.
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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 22:21:29 GMT -5
Dr. Crane kept his eyes on the yellow truth for a moment longer before sliding his right hand backwards slowly. He didn’t want anyone to jump the gun on the thought that he was pulling out a weapon. Was it a weapon? His fingers pulled around him and touched his skin. He felt the scratchy material hit the tip of his index finger and his thumb and his hand froze.
His posture settled a bit knowing now that the medical kit was on its way a bit faster than before. And was it ever. Within moments the heavily prepared deliverer of the kit came in and gave The Penguin what he requested. His attention went from the medical kit and the masked thug to The Penguin as he spoke.
Dr. Crane had no intention of keeping the truth from him…When it came to this anyway. If he was going to have something to trade he was at least going to have to know what it was. The statement he had made previous was just further evidence that Dr. Crane couldn’t help himself but offer fear to those that seek it…and those who don’t.. He wouldn’t mind telling him what it was, but he would mind telling him what it’s made of. For now he kept that withdrawal to himself until the actual subject came up.
“It’s fear toxin” He stated opening his free hands palm for a moment as if he was going to explain or go into a philosophy on it. It closed as a sharp painful reminder shot through his leg and his hand went back to the floor to support him. Right now it was the medical kit he was interested in. Dr. Crane watched as The Penguin removed just about everything he needed minus a few things.
Dr. Crane just looked at the kit for a moment before grabbing it with his free hand. He held back a painful grunt as his posture changed. He began to dig through it to pull out various things he needed. His hand wrapped around some gauze and patches. It was better than nothing. What he was really looking for wasn’t a pain killer or a syringe; it was something so much more important. Removing the bullet obviously, if it was still inside was priority number one. But he wouldn’t be able to get it out without the proper tools. Right now he was looking for Antiseptic.
His free hand managed to run over a bottle and he removed it from the bag, running into some tweezers while he was at it. It would be painful but it would work. His fingers began to play at the scratchy material again, his gaze moving from the kit to The Penguin. “Hand the syringe over and I’ll show you how to see the truth” How could he resist?
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 11, 2012 16:54:55 GMT -5
Oswald left most of the watching over Crane to Mike and Terry still, it allowed him to give the appearance that he didn't really care what Jon was up to. It was all fear with him and Ozzy preferred to be uncaring about him as a result, after all as he'd shown it was very easy to send Jon off on a tangent where he'd analyse everything and only ever find one answer. Perhaps had his position been weaker Oswald might have had more patience for the nattering of a mad man, he certainly didn't always have them shot.
His temper was appeased slightly with a simple answer over the fear toxin and with a slow nod he placed it on the table with the other syringes. While he had every intention of keeping them there were still negotiations to be made so on the table they remained for now.
His attention returned to Jon, certainly he didn't have to remove anything from the medical kit but he didn't trust Jon with a scalpel, he didn't even trust him with an empty syringe. Taking out the painkillers was just him being mean of course and he was sure the absence of the more pointy and sharp items only made Jon slightly less dangerous with the kit but the man was still on the floor with guns pointed at him so it was hardly a significant risk.
Oswald just raised an eyebrow when Jon offered to 'show him how to see the truth'. The man just never stopped. That was what made him an obsessive of course "I believe on this occasion I shall decline. We still have business to focus on" the fun was indeed over, back to work "You will provided me with quantities of fear and brave toxin along with their antidotes and the gaseous forms. When you have completed this new toxin you will also provided me with a shipment of it. In return I shall provide you with a lab, all that you require, money and test subjects and allow you to work freely to your own methods" In other words Oswald was prepared to give in a little space and not constantly watch over his shoulder by not tying him into employment. He wished Jon to leave believing something went his way, it tended to make others less inclined for revenge. Though the fact that Oswald could cut funding was another good reason to leave the Penguin alone but the crazy types didn't always see it that way.
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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 11:49:53 GMT -5
The guns that were steadily pointed at him didn’t bother him. Especially not while he was working on making sure he doesn’t bleed out or lose a limb. Another thing played in his mind however. The scratchy materials still lacing between his fingers. He had an idea if they wanted to make this harder than it had to be. From and outside perspective it could have been seen as he initiated the difficulty in the first place, but to Dr. Crane it was a necessity.
He eyed his jacket that lay on the floor near him, still in arms reach. He could use it if necessary, the needles weren’t the only tool Dr. Crane used to strike fear into others. For now he let the thought pass his mind and used both hands now to inspect his injury without taking off the make-shift wrap he had strung together with his shirt. Just the amount of scars along his chest that could be seen was proof enough that he had experience with injury.
When The Penguin declined his offer he couldn’t help but let a small sinister laugh escape. He was mocking him of course, was he scared? It was enough to make him look up from inspecting his injury to meeting his eyes. Business…Of course, it was always about business with these types of men. They would never be able to see passed the film of a life that they had created for themselves.
It was his next demands that really brought Dr. Cranes focus back on to business. That was quite a tall order, but it was do-able considering he had just asked for the toxins themselves and not their contents. He would certainly be more willing to give up the actual substances than how they were made, for several reasons. He had other deals to keep. His new toxin was what really interested him the most, it was just an idea still but he had the plans all laid out for it. The thought of The Penguin having it didn’t sit well with him though, he wasn’t sure if he could keep ‘that’ part of the deal.
For now he put the thought aside and nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Deal..” He spoke just a single word, not wanting him to suddenly add more to it. His eyes went back to his injury and the few objects he had pulled out of the kit again. “Now if you could just hand me the rest of my belongings…” Dr. Crane said while unwrapping his sleeve around the wound. He grabbed the bottle of Antiseptic and prepared to pour it on the wound not much caring about the floor around him. It was already covered in his blood.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Apr 26, 2012 15:22:20 GMT -5
While there were guns pointed at Crane Oswald wasn't too concerned about what else he might be hiding weapon wise. If he was too concerned to begin with he would have had them taken away in the first place before they even sat down. No, he wanted Jon to believe it was hopeless, that his toys wouldn't save him in here and he'd have to toe the line or else. Most of all though he wanted the message to stick so he wouldn't have to point guns around every time he spoke to the man.
Oswald didn't look scared when Jon glanced over, he looked mildly bored. He'd had his outburst of fun, now it was down to a negotiation that rather lacked challenge, some part of his brain even mentally catalogued Jon's scars, compared them to any injuries he already knew of on the doctor and made mental note of the new ones to see if any could result in weaknesses of bone or muscle that might be worth remembering. Mental multitasking was just second nature for Oswald and it was just one more bit of information for the files.
His expression didn't change again until Jon agreed, when he finally smiled "Excellent. I shall begin the arrangements for your new lab right away" he'd been certain Jon would refuse to give away the method of making such things, after all if Ozzy had that he wouldn't need Jon, so he didn't bother asking for it. He'd have the toxins analysed of course, if he could find out how to make it then skipping the insane middleman would be good but so long as he gets the toxins he doesn't care who makes them, particularly if Crane can deliver on this new one.
At Jon's request for his things Oswald glances to the syringes on the table "Consider them an upfront payment to assure me of your loyalty to our arrangement" another smile, polite and friendly, while his eyes just dared Jon to argue. He didn't intend to give the man much time to though as he went on seconds later "I presume you have a number to contact when things have been set up?" his eyes shifted to Jon's leg for a second, no pity, no regret, his amusement well hidden "Perhaps a ride home would be required?" Oswald couldn't imagine walking or driving with it would be comfortable.
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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 28, 2012 21:59:45 GMT -5
Dr. Crane poured the Antiseptic over his wound that was still leaking blood everywhere. He bit down as he did it, inhaling sharply from the sharp pain. It hurt which was good that meant it was working. After it turned to a slight burn and a sting it felt rather soothing, despite the fact that he was still bleeding. He set the bottle down and lifted his free hand to his forehead. He felt lightheaded, but he didn’t want to show it so his hand was quickly removed.
Right now he couldn’t think about the consequences of not following through completely on his deal with The Penguin. There was something so much bigger than him at stake, his research…was so much more important. Anything would be worth it and it would be far too precious for him to ever let someone like The Penguin get his hands on it. All of this was inspired after all, and he was determined to give credit where it was due when the time came.
He looked up from his injury as The Penguin mentioned that he was going to proceed with their agreement…Perfect. Now if he could just get his things back and get this injury under control before he lost a bit too much blood. Finding out what a Penguin feared looked like it was going to have to wait for a later time, he would show him…
His eyes narrowed as he showed full intention of keeping his syringes from him. He felt around the ground for the tweezers. Wrapping his fingers around them he didn’t take his eyes off of The Penguin. Instead he brought them up to his face and tilted his head slightly offering a rather unstable smile. “Of course….Let me get to my feet and tell you how to get ahold of me..” He replied while turning his gaze back to his injury. The lightheaded feeling hit him again as he tried to mentally prepare for what he was going to do. He moved the tweezers from their position and stuck them carefully into the wound. He roped the bloodied cloth in his free hand a few times before placing it into his mouth biting down. With a sharp inhale he pressed further in until he felt a metal scratch against the tweezer. Once he thought he had it he grabbed it and pulled it out quickly.
Seeing the bullet come out of the wound he exhaled heavily and dropped them both onto the floor. Trying to get ahold of himself he sat for a moment letting the hostiles that huddled around him fade away. Dr. Crane pulled the bloody cloth from his mouth and grabbed the gaze and patches on the floor, proceeding to cover the wound and wrap it quickly.
He finally rose his gaze back up to The three around him. He pulled both of his hands in front of him before sliding one up to the table beside him. His fingers pulled at it for a moment struggling to pull himself up. “No..” He strained out as he put weight on his good leg and finally rose to his feet. “No I think I’ll be fine…” Dr. Crane slowly rose up straight.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on May 21, 2012 15:29:49 GMT -5
Oswald's expression remained rather dull as he watched Jon dealing with his wound, in fact the only one in the room giving any reaction to the Scarecrow's struggle at all was Terry who looked pretty darn smug.
After a few minutes Oswald looked away, he had better things to do than watch someone with more pride than sense get his carpet dirty. Though it could be argued that it was simply a sensible level of distrust. If Oswald had called a doctor he would have worked that into the deal and Jon would be even more in debt than he was about to be.
The Penguin's attention went to the more heavily armed guard who'd brought in the medical kit though and after a nod to him he motioned to the syringes, painkillers and scalpel on the table and then another motion to the door. Take them and get them out of here before Jon gets any smart ideas. A sharp nod from the gas-masked guard and everything was gathered up before they returned outside to place the items somewhere safer.
A potential threat removed Oswald sipped from his drink again and returned his attention back to Jon in time to see the man finishing up. Finally the Scarecrow was on his feet again. Well it was about time "As you wish Doctor" he doesn't care how Jon gets home, making his own way at least ensures Oswald won't have to have one of his cars cleaned as well as the poor carpet. Bleeding people are so inconsiderate to the furnishings.
Raising from his chair again Oswald selects a pad of paper and a pen from some supplies left in the office for actual meetings, tosses them over to Jon's side of the table and strolls towards the door "Your contact details and I shall escort you out" Mike falling into step though Terry takes a few more seconds to cover Jon, or give him a little snarl, before he follows the others to wait by the door.
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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 May 22, 2012 13:07:48 GMT -5
The gravity over how much debt he was about to be didn’t cross his mind. This was going to be for so much more than any debt he could ever put himself in, all of it was going to be worth it. Dr. Crane wasn’t thinking about consequences of his actions for the future, he would have everything under control. He feared nothing…
He noticed the smug look from the man he had tormented earlier. The one who had shot him seemed quite pleased with his work. That was something they could share in, Dr. Crane was actually quite pleased with the work he had just done on his leg. It wasn’t often he got to perform surgery in front of others anymore, unless it was being performed on them…
He watched them take his syringes and medical supplies from the room, still leaning against the table. Most of his weight was being supported there, and on his good leg. He wasn’t pleased with the fact that his syringes had just gone out the door with someone who had no idea how to use them properly. Without the proper knowledge of dosage and the toxin you could easily kill someone…what a waste…
As the pen and paper slid to him he locked eyes with Mr. Cobblepot for a moment, thinking this through. The ultimate conclusion was that there was no going back now, and he didn’t want to go back from it. The benefit would outweigh any damage he may cause if he couldn’t honor this agreement. Taking the pen in his hand he leaned awkwardly trying to change his position some to write better. He put his current information along with his cellphone number on the paper.
If it actually range he would know it was The Penguin. Dr. Crane wasn’t a very popular man, and only had a cell phone for his own personal reasons, using the wifi on it and the GPS. It certainly wasn’t for talking to others. Carefully he rolled the pen underneath his phone number and signed his name beautifully in cursive Dr. Jonathan Crane. He wrote it largely and finished underneath with a loop and a slash through it. It may have felt like he signed his life away….but that had already been done before. The invisible chains that locked around his wrists were already there, long before he had signed his name here.
Placing the pen back down on the paper he slid it back over to Mr. Cobblepot. “Good doing business with you…” He stated simply, going to take a step toward the door. He applied some pressure onto his injured leg and winced immediately almost losing his balance. Regardless he swallowed and lifted his hand from the table sucking in the pain. He walked toward the exit and stopped in front of Terry to catch his eyes. “I can show myself out….Unless you protest to that Mr. Cobblepot?...” His eyes fell dark in front of Terry’s.
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Post by Oswald Cobblepot - The Penguin on Jun 16, 2012 9:41:46 GMT -5
Oswald will have at least one of the syringes sent to the lab and perhaps tested on someone he dislikes or doesn't care about but as for the other syringes, they're valuable items and until Jon makes good on his deal and provides more of the toxin Oswald intends to keep hold of them. You never know when a little fear toxin could come in useful after all.
Signing with his details was largely unnecessary, there was no chance that Oswald could be so careless as to forget who's number what on the paper before he had a chance to enter it into the system but it was certainly fitting. Even Ozzy saw the similarity to doing a deal with the devil, it made him smile just a little.
Taking the paper from it's pad Oswald folds it neatly and tucks it away into the inner pocket of his jacket before he watches Jon leaving. He doesn't even think to help when Jon nearly falls over, neither do Mike and Terry. One of the three armoured guards just seen outside the door almost moves forwards to assist out of habit but stops himself.
Oswald just tips his hat to the Scarecrow while Terry provides a glare and another snarled of his lips "A pleasure doing business with you as well Dr. Crane, I look forwards to seeing the work you promised" he's all smiles and politeness once more, though really he's reminding himself that he has to break Terry's hand for being an idiot again once Jon's out the way.
Oswald remains at the door but gestures to the armoured men "I would hate for you to get lost Jon" hate for him to go snooping around on his own more like "It can be quite the maze back here" purposely so. More time someone spends lost the more time there is to stop them. The armoured guards step forwards to flank Jon and one motions for him to move "They'll show you to the back door" certainly wouldn't want him mingling with the polite members of the public when he's covered it blood, they have an image of class to uphold here.
Oswald remains behind with Mike and Terry, waiting until Jon's out of sight before he'll direct the two men back into the meeting room. After all Jon already ruined the furnishings, if Terry loses a little blood in the course of his lesson at least it won't do any more damage to the building.
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