Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 15, 2012 16:47:58 GMT -5
It wasn’t that Dr. Jonathan Crane hated going out, that wasn’t the case, he hated the people that were out here. He actually enjoyed getting out and taking in the city of Gotham. He had been here a long time now but he liked the idea that it was his ‘home’. The rabble that scurried to and fro in Gotham every day were nothing more than potential patients for his research, they were like lab rats, and possessed no more intelligence than one.
There was the exception to the rule as always. He had met only a few others that could possibly match his intellect in one way or another. None that could match his understanding of the world around him. None that could understand him fully. His mind drifted for a moment in the cab as he thought about that and how many times those words had been exchanged. Pushing the thoughts from his mind his eyes came back to life from staring out the window of the cab.
His head turned to see VerMillion beside him looking a bit more excited than usually. She had kicked the Brave toxin for the most part, though he was still analyzing her want for it even after it was kicked from her system. He was doubtful that she would deny another dose if offered, it was almost like rehab, it worked until you were offered more. He stared at her for a moment, watching her shift in her seat like she couldn’t wait to get out of the cab. She enjoyed this..
Dr. Crane’s excitement was certainly contained; in fact it was none existent. They were staying on the east side of town, a bad part of town, one he could easily walk in without the need to hide his face. It was thick with thug and criminal a like, most of which learned to leave Dr. Crane alone if they wanted to keep their sanity intact. Who they could run into at the bar was another story; they were in public…meaning they could run into anyone. The situation could easily go from bad to worse.
They came to a stop in front of the Stacked desk and he got out, followed by VerMillion. He walked her inside to the smoking drab pool hall of the stacked deck. They drew some attention; some noticing it was Dr. Crane ‘with’ someone, which was interesting. Everyone was smart enough to keep to their own thoughts however as they walked by and took a booth in the back. It was the same booth he always took, away from most of the pool tables closer to the bar. He helped Heather into the seat and then sat across from her searching her eyes for something. He wondered if she was particularly happy here, not that he cared whether she was pleased or not…
He placed his arms on the table and waited for a waitress to come up and take their order. She had seen him before, and didn't make eye contact with him this time. “Scotch on the rocks…” He said as he always did. Being long over the incident that turned him from the drink for a while. He waited for VerMillion to order whatever she wanted.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 15, 2012 18:48:44 GMT -5
It's an interesting sort of relationship that Heather has developed with the brave toxin. She likes being on it when she's on it, hates the withdrawals, and when she's not on the drug - well, whether or not she wants it again really depends on the situation. If it's a low-stress situation, she'd prefer to be off of it, though when she does her show she'd rather have it - it keeps her from ever backing down in her questions and she thinks it makes it better. But it's when something really scares her that she misses it the most, as she really does feel pretty helpless when that happens.
Then again, after being on the brave toxin so much, she's found that she's learned to be... brave. Mostly because she did a number of things that seem totally insane to her while on the drug, yet she came out of it all just fine anyway. Makes most of the slightly less insane things that she wants to do while not on the toxin seem like not such a big deal, even though she's feeling the relevant amount of fear. It's even cured most of her symptoms from the whole experience of being kidnapped the first time and being given fear toxin. Not completely though - she still startles easily, for example.
There are certain advantages to being off the toxin too though. She can be excited when she's fearless, but it seems a bit dulled compared to how excited she can get when she's able to also be a bit anxious at the same time. And right now she's pretty excited that they're going out again - brave toxin or not the hideout is a pretty boring place to be, at least to her. Though in addition to that there's another feeling - since the first time she came off the brave toxin, she can't remember being being off the drug without also being rather uncertain of... well, everything in general. It's slowly eased off the longer she's been with Jon, but it's not gone away. The feeling is not unlike the feeling someone gets when they're dreaming and they're beginning to suspect that they're dreaming, only it's happening when she knows she's awake.
When they exit the cab, she stays very close to Jon. She doesn't insist on clinging, but especially when she notices that some people are taking notice that she's with him she doesn't want to be any farther from him than she has to. For the very same reason that they're afraid of him, she feels safer when she's by him. But she calms somewhat as she takes her seat, adjusting to the unfamiliar place and seeing that the people who noticed them are going back to what they were doing before. It's not such a bad place, really, at least once she gets used to the ambiance. Then again, anywhere that's with Jon and not the hideout has to try pretty hard to have her bad opinion anymore. "Long island," she orders, still glancing around. She's having another one of those 'is this real?' style moments, but those eventually pass.
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Post by rachel on May 15, 2012 23:19:42 GMT -5
Rachel wasn't sure why she had to go into the East side of Gotham, especially after a long day at work, but the person she needed to speak to had told her to meet him at a place that was public, and that he would probably be later than the time he had stated, since something had come up. So here she was, standing outside The Stacked Deck and feeling very much alone. The East side was the darkest, creepiest places to be at any given time, especially when one was by themselves.
She shook her head, clearing the thoughts away. What kind of thinking was that? She had lived in Gotham almost her whole life..she knew that Gotham as a whole was a dark and dismal place..but it had its nice places too. This wasn't quite one of them, but she would settle for a bar rather than a deserted warehouse, or a more personal setting. Besides..a drink didn't sound like a bad idea, after what work had been like.
Rachel tugged her jacket closer around her, and entered the building, looking around without making it obvious that she was searching for someone. Seeing no sign of the second party for the meet-up, she made her way to the back, trying to find a seat out of the way and any attention, so that when her contact did show up, they could talk without being overheard. She ran over the case information in her head, her mind vaguely noting a couple sitting in a booth she passed. But this was filed away without further thought as she found a seat in one of the booths and waited. When asked by a server for her drink choice, Rachel didn't look up from the table.
"A Seabreeze, please. Light on the alcohol, please." she requested, offering an explanation for the request as "I'm meeting someone." Not that it mattered, of course. Lots of people met other people in public places like bars...it wasn't like this was any different. She rested her head in her hand, closing her eyes. Now all she could do was wait..
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 16, 2012 9:29:25 GMT -5
Dr. Crane relaxed in the same booth as he always did since he lost the ability to visit the lounge. Before roughly a year ago now he hadn’t had an issue with the lounge, but many things had happened since then. Never was he a frequent visitor, but enough to where they had left a dark booth for him that he could call his own.
Speaking of dark booths, Dr. Crane looked up at the light above them that hung over the table. He wasn’t sure why they just didn’t leave it out for him. He was going to unscrew it or break it every time he came. Of course that was when he was in solitude. There was no telling how VerMillion would react if he did that. Realizing that he just asked himself if he cared what she thought about it he lifted and unscrewed the light just enough to make it go out.
The booth darkened around him, it seemed to wrap itself around Dr. Crane in particular. A comfortable sigh came from him as he relaxed and sat back down in the booth. They could still see fairly well since the rest of the bar was lit up. The booth had only been darkened some, to his liking. Settling back into his seat he stared at VerMillion trying to take in whether she did approve of the gesture or not. He thought that she would at least be used to it by now, aside from the bright lights around his lab tables, their home was dimly lit. Her room was even darker.
The waitress came back with their drinks setting them both on the table and leaving abruptly. His fingers wrapped around his glass and brought it to his slips taking drink. It had been a while since he last was out and had a good drink. Thoroughly enjoying the comforting feeling it gave him he hadn’t noticed Miss Dawes had walked into one of the worst bars on the East side. Instead he turned his attention back to VerMillion. "it's not the nicest place in town, but it is the safest..." He said with a small smile, knowing she would catch what he meant. "I use to never come here, but lately I have taken up doing so.."
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2012 11:25:44 GMT -5
Victor walked into the bar and looked around. He was wearing a pair of slack a buttoned up shirt and his favorite pair of shoes. He also decided to wear his fedora. After all this is a casino. He walked in and shifted the file he had under his arm. 'Why would someone want this info?' He wondered. Then he though of a few good reasons someone would want this.
He walked in and started to look around and try and find who he was supposed to meet. He looked around and then his searching gaze stopped on a woman. She had fiery hair. He had seen that hair once before. He calmly reach up and pulled his hat down in front of his face ever so slightly and started to walk to another part of the bar.
Once he got to a corner of the area where he hoped that he wouldn't be seen. Then he had a thought. 'She didn't see my face before did she?' But he did linger on that thought. He started to look around again to find who it was he was supposed to meet.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 16, 2012 15:34:28 GMT -5
Heather glances up at the light when Jon does, her eyebrows lifting when he makes the light go out, but she doesn't protest. Though she'd been afraid of the dark after being kidnapped the first time, that's one of the things that the brave toxin pretty much cured. Actually, if anything the added darkness makes her feel a bit safer - it's become familiar to her.
That, and having a moment to simply adjust to this unfamiliar place leaves her quite content, actually. This is exactly the sort of bar that she would have avoided before, but though she isn't quite calm enough to actually relax she can't say that the place makes her uncomfortable. At least as long as the other patrons are fully aware that she's with Jon; she definitely wouldn't want to be in here if she was alone.
But she does seem to perk up a bit when the waitress comes back with their drinks, and she takes a few swallows of hers immediately. Nice! As far as she's concerned, a little alcohol can only help her mood. She still thinks that there's some similarities between that and brave toxin, at least when it comes to how it makes her feel - it's just that the brave toxin has a much more specific and powerful effect. And it works without making your mind all hazy. And it lasts longer. But for now she'll settle for this. Especially since it won't take much to give her that pleasant 'buzzed' feeling - she's short and thin, so any alcohol she drinks doesn't have many other places to go besides her brain.
Her eyes keep on drifting over to the other people in the bar, just crowd-watching a little, though her attention goes right back to Jon when he talks. "I can see that," she replies, having already noted the way that the other patrons are responding to them in spite of the fact that neither of them are trying to hide who they are. A certain unspoken understanding: the Scarecrow is just here for a drink so nobody feels the need to panic, but they're still afraid enough of him to not want to change his mind about that. "I like it," she decides out loud a moment later. It's simply nice to be out of the hideout, in a public place, with Jon, and not having all hell break loose. The latter is a lot more fun when she's on the toxin than it is when she's off of it.
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Post by rachel on May 19, 2012 21:40:30 GMT -5
Rachel tapped her fingers on the edge of her glass, having only taken a couple sips. She was wondering where her contact was, and who it would be. She stood, looking around, and noticed a person who looked oddly familiar, but she wasn't quite sure. He was wearing a fedora..could he be the contact?
She wanted to get his attention, without getting everyone's attention..but how to do that? She decided that walking over to him would be a better idea. Less conspicuous, and she could identify herself personally.
Rachel stood, and made her way across the room. The fedora seemed really familiar..but she couldn't quite place why. When she got within a couple feet of the man, she smiled. It was Victor.
"Mr. Grant..what brings you here?"
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2012 21:54:55 GMT -5
Victor was still standing in the corner trying to avoid unwanted attention all the while keeping a look out for anyone or anything that he didn't want to get involved with... In all honesty that didn't really narrow down the list of people in this room. And most of those people seemed to work here. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to calm himself down, he always felt out of places like this. Mainly because he didn't drink. He wasn't against it or anything like that, rather the few times he's tried a drink along these lines he's had to fight the urge to spit it back up. He figured he would have to find out why eventually.
Just then he heard a voice. He looked up and saw Rachel. "Rachel! Hi." He said he then shifted the files in the crook of his arm. "I'm here to meet someone about this stuff." He said then paused. "It wouldn't happen to be you would it?" He asked. 'I hope that's why your here.' He thought
Victor tried to collect his thoughts for some reason he seemed to having that problem more and more lately. And he was fighting to keep his mind in control more and more lately He and Lupin had talked about it more then once. They thought that it might have something to do with their connection. Lupin claimed it could simply be a sign that they were about to grow stronger together. Though there was a possibility that things were about to change in a different way too.
Victor pushed the thoughts from his head and smiled towards Rachel. "Regardless of why your here its nice to see you again." He said cheerfully.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 20, 2012 16:14:23 GMT -5
VerMillion didn’t seem to be bothered when he undid the light. It wasn’t surprising to anyone else in the bar either because it wasn’t the first time he had come and done just that. It did make the area around them darker however, making it difficult for waitresses and customers to see as they walked passed. It didn’t matter though, no one was going to come up to him and complain about it, he welcomed them to try.
This was good for them, to be out like this. Honestly Dr. Crane would have rather been working but that’s just how he was. He wanted to bury himself deep within his work in the dark solitude of his mind. Being out with VerMillion just reminded him more of how many things he had been doing different lately. His mind drifted for a moment flowing over to his work, his plans, and then over to what had been going on recently. He focused back on VerMillion when she expressed that she was content with the environment around her.
Bringing his scotch up to his lips again he took a long drink, before placing it back on the table. More a moment with VerMillion he just took in the ambience of the bar. The random chatter of drunks at the bar, the crack of someone opening up a pool game, the clink and clang of glasses hitting glasses at the bar. Dr. Crane couldn’t say he enjoyed it….in fact…he loathed people. The only thing they were good for was being excellent lab rats; their minds were beautiful with a bit of influence into the truth. It was society’s ignorant influence that drove him mad.
“We need to start thinking about getting you able to defend yourself, especially in this part of town.” He spoke as if he was actually concerned for her safety at the moment. It was a bit deceptive however; it would be easier for him if she could take care of herself, instead of using him as her crutch. He certainly wasn’t worried about her being hurt…He feared nothing, she just needed to be able to defend herself.
As a result of being occupied with VerMillion and not caring about the general populace around them he hadn’t noticed either of the two when they entered into the bar. He kept his focus on their current subject and tapped his fingers on his scotch glass once more bringing it to his lips. Tonight wasn’t going to be just about going out and having a drink, no….Dr. Crane had something more coming into mind for tonight.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 20, 2012 20:33:53 GMT -5
Before Jon had literally dragged her into his world, Heather had been accustomed to being around a lot of people. Sure she'd lived alone, not counting Bobby, before she'd been kidnapped the first time, but she'd always been hanging out with friends or having friends over. People give her energy, something to do, something to laugh at. So spending so much time either with Jon or alone is... strange. Especially since she a lot less certain that she used to be that she'd rather be somewhere else.
The next thing Jon says causes her to make a face but then she nods, "...Yeah..." She's a wuss, she'll admit it. Always has been and suspects that she always will be. Even for someone her size she sucks at defending herself. Then again, even though she lives in Gotham she didn't have much need of that skill until she met Jon. But, at least when she isn't on brave toxin, she recognizes that she's much more liable to end up in a dangerous situation now. Even though she feels relatively safe at the moment in a place like this, she knows full well that it's only because he is with her.
Still, she's somewhat reluctant to learn such a thing - she'd almost suspect that any attempt to protect herself would only result in her somehow making whatever the situation was worse. Her self-confidence lies squarely in social things, not physical things, even though she gained a lot more after all her experiences being on the brave toxin - probably because she hasn't done much that was physical while on it. Not that she's about to protest or argue, she's just... reluctant.
"I'm kind of a klutz, though," she adds conversationally after taking another sip of her drink, "It'll be hard." She frowns a little at that, just thinking about the sheer amount of work that would be involved. It's a good idea, yes, and she's willing to try, but... Then again, it would give her something else to occupy her time. She may be less likely to take out her boredom on Jon when she's not on the toxin, but that doesn't mean she doesn't get bored.
She too doesn't pay any attention to the man and woman who entered the bar after them. There wouldn't be a reason for her to since she's never met the woman and wouldn't recognize the man out of costume.
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Post by rachel on May 21, 2012 11:17:34 GMT -5
Rachel smiled. Victor was always someone she liked seeing around. He was friendly and polite. Not many people in Gotham were like that. Maybe it had something to do with where people grew up? She filed that thought away for later, focusing on the subject in discussion.
"It's good to see you again, Victor. I was actually waiting for a contact to arrive with some information I requested. I presume it's no coincidence that you have shown up." Rachel said while she checked her coat pockets, trying to find her wallet. She realized she must have left it in her purse at her seat.
"Would you excuse me one moment, Victor? I need to retrieve my purse..I left it behind."
She gestured toward the booth where she had been sitting, as she spoke. It was out of the way, and not too many people were around the spot, so it was the perfect place to discuss information in private. But they weren't really at the point to discuss anything yet. She started walking back to her seat, drink still in hand, making her way through the people in the room.
As Rachel got closer to the back, she realized it was a lot darker than it had been before. A booth light must have gone out or something. She glanced back to see if Victor was still waiting, and that was her mistake. She tripped over something, (probably a foot) and fell, her drink leaving her hands...
(Moments later, a bit stunned from falling..)
Of a few things, Rachel was very certain. Firstly, she had fallen, and anyone who had seen her fall would probably assume she was drunk. Secondly, the girl/woman she had seen as she fell had brightly-colored hair. And third, she realized she had fallen on someone. She looked up, and froze....
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2012 13:11:09 GMT -5
Victor let an amused smile cross his face when he heard her say she was waiting for a contact. He shifted the file under his arm. "Yeah I guess your who I was supposed to meet." He said. "We need to stop meeting like this." He joked.
"Sure go ahead I'll be here." He said as she turned to go get her purse. He looked at her booth and found himself smiling something. It was the type of booth he would have picked in a place like this. Then he saw Rachel fall down and he found himself simply standing where he was for a few seconds. Then he snapped out of his thoughts and ran over to help Rachel up.
He tried his best not to look at the woman, he didn't realize that he had actually met the man before. But the woman he knew, he hoped she didn't know him.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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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 May 22, 2012 12:42:04 GMT -5
Dr. Crane nodded as she mentioned that she was a bit of a klutz. “That much we can agree on…” He said with some indifference in his voice. It wasn’t meant to be demeaning of course, he was just speaking the truth. She hadn’t been exactly graceful in every attempt to escape him so far. In fact he wasn’t sure he had ever seen her graceful.
He was lost in thought for a moment about all the things he could introduce her too. It certainly was going to be difficult unless she disciplined herself to have more grace in her movement. His fighting style was all about fluid movement and muscle control. Perhaps it wouldn’t be right for her, and he may need to incorporate something else. Weapons were always an option, recently he had begun studying on a certain weapon he wanted to become better with. He had used it some, but was still practicing with it heavily and wasn’t very accurate at all.
Dr. Crane opened his mouth to speak to her again but was interrupted by a cold drink going into his lap. He barely had any time to react before someone had fallen into the booth with him. The glass had rolled off his lap and onto the floor shattering underneath them. His hands had gone up slightly not really wanting to touch whatever fell on him. Probably some drunken woman from the looks of it, people were so incompetent…couldn’t even handle their own booze.
Finally the woman had moved in his lap, he let her get ahold of herself and move herself upward. She turned to face him and he stared directly into her eyes. “Good evening Miss Dawes..” Dr. Crane spoke out softly recognizing her immediately. Interesting that she would be in this part of town. It was a bit dangerous for someone like her to be on the East side, but Miss Dawes always had been one for nerve.
His gaze moved from hers only because he saw a man approaching them. He had never seen this one before, to his knowledge. His hands reached into the booth to help Rachel up and he glared at him. There were far too many hands around him and Dr. Crane had enough of it. Grabbing Miss Dawes’s shoulders he handed her to the man that so desperately wished to help her for whatever reason. Sliding away from them further into the booth he didn’t ask whether she was alright, he didn’t pay any more attention to the man that would take hold of her to help her. That didn’t matter to him…
Dr. Crane looked down rather annoyed that he was now covered in alcohol. They had grabbed the attention of the entire bar as it had fallen strangely silent. No one was playing pool anymore; no one was talking or eating. Everyone just held their breath as someone actually touched the master of fear that sat in the back booth with a strange woman. His gaze went to VerMillion from across the booth.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 22, 2012 14:35:25 GMT -5
Heather suppresses a face - he didn't have to agree with her! Then again, Jon just isn't the type to say 'I'm sure it's not that bad' or something like that so maybe he did. It would be a lie anyway - she was told as a kid that she had the exact same amount of grace as a duck, and she doubts that she's gotten any better since. Then again, a lot of that could simply be because she's never cared to do much of anything that was physical and therefore never had the motivation to try very hard to overcome her inherent klutziness. At least she hopes so. Knowing how important it is and that Jon wants her to should solve the motivation problem, at least.
But her thoughts are interrupted when a woman suddenly falls on Jon. Heather's lucky enough to be mostly out of the line of fire, only feeling a stray drop or two from the drink hitting her skin. Still, a glare and a scowl is quickly pointed at the woman. That Jon's words indicate that he knows the woman doesn't improve that at all. "You know this lushed-faced bimbo?" she asks him in a mixture of anger and surprise as she slides the container of napkins closer to him in case he wants one. Perhaps that's a bit harsh... but then again, the woman fell on Jon.
And she's not afraid at all to express just how displeased she is about it, even in this environment. Unlike the vast majority of the people in the bar, 'Miss Dawes' looks only slightly bigger than she is, and if that fall was any indication she's not any less klutzy. While Heather may be a terrible fighter, she suspects that she could take her on if the woman objects to the insult. The guy coming to help the woman up, on the other hand, is a different matter. Not that he looks very tough either, but you don't have to try very hard to look tougher than Heather. Her angry stare drifts to him for a moment, but she doesn't recognize him. Instead she looks over at Jon, wondering what if anything he wants her to do about this.
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Post by rachel on May 25, 2012 7:29:28 GMT -5
Rachel, still not quite sure what happened, found her gaze meeting Crane's, and she found she could not look away. His eyes were so cold...compelling, and his voice when he said her name..she had heard his voice so many times in the past, but it was always the same, even in her dreams. Soft, but sinister...dark. She would never admit to him or anyone else that he scared her. She was immensely relieved when he looked away to focus on Victor, however briefly it was, and she grasped Victor's hands as Crane pushed her away from him.
A foot. That was what had started all of this, no doubt. She had tripped over a foot, and then the scene had simply unfolded. Great. She was a lightweight, but she could hold her alcohol..or at least she herself was sure of that..probably not anyone else. This thought was confirmed by the bright-haired woman's comment, which brought color to Rachel's face in a stinging flash. What had she just called her? It was an accident..there was no need for words like that.
She turned her head just a little to note that the entire place had gone eerily quiet. Not a sound was made...everyone was focused on their group. This was getting more dramatic by the second. What was she going to do? "Dr. Crane....I'm sorry.." The only words that would come to her mind without complication...she had never thought, ever, that she would be apologizing to the man she had rivaled against in court years ago.
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