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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2012 18:03:41 GMT -5
Victor knew that he was going to have to say something when he helped Rachel to her feet so he thought quickly. To Victor, a man who had an enhanced sense of hearing, the silence was deafening.
He helped Rachel to her feet and spoke. Hiding his minute Texan accent, by throwing up a flawless German accent. "Are you alright fraulien?" he asked. then he looked at Dr. Crane. "I'm sure she didn't mean to. May I by you another drink, herr?" He asked keeping up his fake accent.
He smelt a smell he had come across before. He didn't know who it was but he remembered it from the man he met that one night.
He pushed that thought aside and kept up his German act. it helped that he had the basic German look. Granted his hair was grey. He looked at Rachel and gave a kind smile. But the look in his eyes said 'play along' he didn't quite want to run the risk of VerMillion realizing who he as.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 25, 2012 21:15:48 GMT -5
It wasn’t new for things to turn chaotic when Dr. Crane was in the room; in fact it was to be expected. Situations like his where he grabbed the room’s attention and sucked the oxygen out of the room happened all the time. He preferred it in a much more private setting, not that large groups of anxiety didn’t appeal to him, and it was just far easier to focus on one than many. His emotions surrounding it also had a habit of getting out of hand; he would lose himself in it easily. When it came to observation of his obsession…it was just all too much beauty.
He gave VerMillion a rather uninterested stare as she protested to him knowing Miss Dawes. She almost sounded jealous that she had been in his lap…How interesting….The thought danced in his mind of exactly how she felt about him at that point. It was certainly clear how she felt about Miss Dawes. “Yes…I do” He replied simply waiting for whomever the man was that was with her to take her from him.
When Miss Dawes spoke to him he buried his cold stare into her eyes. It was clear he didn’t care whether she was sorry or not. It was much like he had never cared for her emotions when they worked closely together, even if it was on opposite sides. She was always far too easily manipulated, just like the rest of the court room and office that she worked in. It was never difficult for him to get what he wanted; everything just came at a price. On the occasion when getting an inmate transferred, a potential subject for study, he would need to lean the court in his favor. Though Dr. Crane seemed the most forefront culprit for a backdoor deal to Miss Dawes, he wasn’t the only one involved in the crooked court.
Spending far too much money on his work and his obsession lead to him releasing very little fund to anything else. This included giving it away to some judge to make him look the other way on an inmate. Dr. Arkham had the biggest hand in his successes in the court room, though he would never outwardly admit to it. Inwardly he even told himself that it was him, Dr. Arkham was just there to be easily used as he needed…
His skin felt cold as whatever drink she had ordered seeped through his clothing. Changing was unfortunately not an option now, but embarrassment was something that he felt often. Slightly annoyed at the fact that he was now dowsed he shifted slightly when the man finally helped her away from him. “Just as clumsy with your work as ever Miss Dawes? Or is this a recreational night?” He offered to her in jest. Everything he asked was rhetorical, not being interested in whatever answer she had for him, more interested in the fact that she was gone from his lap.
His attention turned back to VerMillion to further elaborate on exactly why he knew this woman. “VerMillion meet the District Attorney’s assistant Miss Dawes. Someone I whom I unfortunately worked and dealt with in the past.” Dr. Crane explained reaching for a few napkins on the side of the booth to try and wipe himself off. He paid little attention to the man that was next to their booth, believing he was some foreigner trying to pick up Miss Dawes.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 26, 2012 0:19:37 GMT -5
Exactly what percentage of Heather's current upset is due to the fact that anyone fell on Jon, and how much is the fact that it's a woman he apparently knows even Heather wouldn't be able to answer. She just knows that it upsets her, and she's never been one to analyze her own emotions that deeply unless she has a good reason for it. Then again, it does calm her quite a bit when Jon's critical words and especially him using the word 'unfortunately' seem to indicate that he's not happy that he knows her.
Not that her anger is completely gone - she, like Jon, is not going to be completely appeased by a 'sorry' - it's just that she's more content to simply glare at the woman rather than ponder upon things that she'd like to do to her. Jon would probably prefer to decide if and how to punish her for that himself anyway. He already has, in a way, with his staring. Of course, her own glare does much the same thing, even though it isn't really intentional on her part - after all her experience on the brave toxin an increased amount of eye contact has simply become natural to her, even without the drug, at least when she's feeling confident.
Her eyes shift for a moment to the apparently German man helping the woman back up. Though she's much more aware of people's voices than your average person, she can't place his. It does have a very vague ring of familiarity to it - the cadence, perhaps - but when would she have met any Germans? But she shrugs that off quickly - she's met a lot of people before, most of them were unimportant, and odds are that he's simply reminding her of someone else entirely.
Her eyes go back to Rachel and she frowns to herself - something else seems familiar here... then she remembers. "Oh yeah - you called into my old show once. First caller my first night back after he kidnapped me the first time," she says as she gives a vague gesture toward Jon and tries to remember more details about that conversation. It's not the most clear memory, but she recalls the woman griping a lot about the FBI preventing her from doing her job. Though perhaps the oddest thing about her mentioning the circumstances of that particular show is just how casual she can be in mentioning the first time she was kidnapped, as if it was merely a memorable incident that provides context to other incidents. Granted, she wouldn't want to repeat the experience, and she could still count it as the worst thing that's ever happened to her, but it wasn't that bad.
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Post by rachel on Jun 3, 2012 0:58:06 GMT -5
Rachel looked at Victor when he started speaking, somewhat surprised that his voice was different. She started to say something, but then, catching the look in his eyes, she understood. He didn't want to be recognized by the others. He wanted to remain simply someone who was helping. Rachel said nothing, looking back at Crane, only to meet his icy cold stare, and find herself caught off-guard by the intensity.
Rachel tried not to look at those eyes. They were the kind of gaze that would catch hold an never let go until they saw to your soul, through the deepest darkest secrets and fears hidden inside...at least that's how she felt when she was confronted with Crane. She would never admit that he made her feel that way...unnerved. It would never happen. Never..
His comment, insulting and obviously with no answer expected, stung. She put a lot into her work, and his taunt was a painful reminder of times she had failed when facing against him in court hearings. He had won...time and again.. She was thus immensely relieved when the bright-haired woman spoke again, taking Crane's attention away as he focused on his companion to explain, his tone clearly unhappy.
She noticed the glare coming from the female, VerMillion. She could guess what was on her mind, but she didn't have anything useful to say to address the incident. She chose to remain silent, trying to figure out why the woman's name was familiar. When VerMillion mentioned the radio show, everything clicked into place. Of course! The host who had people call in during her showtime to give their input on the topic VerMillion brought up. Her words after the comment made her glance to Crane, eyes wide, and then back at VerMillion.
He had abducted this woman?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2012 16:16:39 GMT -5
Victor felt relief flow through him when Rachel followed along with his act. He would find a way to explain it later if she wanted him too. He also felt relief that no one else was trying to engage him in direct conversation. There were a few sounds he had trouble with, But the trouble was so slight that he could cover them up rather well.
He finished helping Rachel up and gave the two at the table a slight nod "I feel that these two wish to be left alone." He said in his German accent. He noticed Rachel was somewhat unnerved, so he thought he would help out by getting her away from these two.
"Come fraulein I will by you another drink?" He offered. Then paused and gave VerMillion a confused frown when the fact that she was kidnapped by the man sitting at the table with her was brought to light. Granted he already knew that, but as Wulfen, not Victor. He glanced over at the man completing the act of surprise, he also had the strange feeling he had met this guy before... It was his smell.
He waited to see if Rachel would take him up on his offer for a 'drink' he meant for it as a cover to get away, and he hoped she saw it the same way.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 5, 2012 14:37:45 GMT -5
Soaked and drained were the best words to describe the moment. The bar had stopped looking at them going back to what they were normally doing as the chaos settled. It looked like Dr. Crane wasn’t going to do anything to make the situation get out of hand, or was he? People always did find it difficult to read him and his intentions. All you could be certain of was that it involved his obsession in some way shape or form.
Dr. Crane didn’t care much for his outward appearance, nor for how people felt about it in general, but he didn’t like being wet. Miss Dawes and the man who accompanied her just reminded him more and more of all the reasons why he didn’t do this. It was difficult to stand the common incompetence of man. There was only one true way to bring the beauty out of human life, and that was to bring out what they really were inside. The thought of the many ways he could show that to Miss Dawes and the German man he accompanied her crossed his mind, but quickly left.
While he was attempting to clean himself up he paid little mind to their small talk. He didn’t question the thick German accent of the male that came to try and pull Miss Dawes away from the situation she created. It would have been better for them both if they just left before he changed his mind about it all. It would have been just as easy to let them go back to their seats, wait until they leave the bar and catch them outside whenever they were headed to the safety of their cars or homes. Dr. Crane had proven time and time again that neither was safe when he was in pursuit.
His thoughts were beginning to turn dark about the two that had invaded their night out. For now Dr. Crane thought he would give them a head start. His attention turned to the man that had offered Miss Dawes a drink and locked eyes with him. “Do keep a better eye on Miss Dawes, you never know when she might fall into more trouble than she can handle..” If he was smart, he would just leave the bar now.
He tossed some of the now wet napkins to the side of the booth, not exactly satisfied with the state that he was in but he would have to deal with it for now. Paying them both no more immediate attention his gaze went back to VerMillion who seemed to calm down a bit after he had explained. It was interesting that she was so concerned about it in the first place. Some anxiety over who is around him? Thinking of anxiety…There was something he had been meaning to ask VerMillion for a short time. Before this incident tonight seemed to be the perfect night to do so. As his gaze locked on hers his hand went back to his drink. Thankfully it hadn’t tipped over as well with Miss Dawes’s less than graceful appearance into their evening. Bringing the scotch to his lips he finished the rest of it off and set it down feeling the warm sting crawl down his throat. “My work, new or old, tends to follow me..” He spoke to VerMillion as if he was saying Miss Dawes was just a patient.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jun 5, 2012 16:45:49 GMT -5
Heather is now watching Rachel pretty steadily. When the woman reacts with surprise to the news that he kidnapped her she smirks in almost a friendly way, though there's also something dark about the expression.
Not only did he kidnap her then, she's kidnapped now. Though she has to say that she minds it a lot less this time - sure she was taken against her will, but this time he hasn't actually done anything to her. He gave her that awesome machine so that she could start a new show of sorts with a much bigger audience. He's also been much more interesting company than she would have believed, aside from his long hours in his lab. And yet, though she doesn't have much to complain about her current situation, surely any ADA worth anything ought to know about it if a rogue has kidnapped someone. Especially when they did it in so public a fashion. Then again, Jon did just describe her as being clumsy with her work.
She's so focused on Rachel that she doesn't really pay any particular attention to the man's reaction. He's just some random guy who hasn't a clue about what's going on. Instead her attention stays on Rachel until Jon talks directly to her. She considers his words for a moment before commenting, "Seems more like a game of tag: when you stop chasing it, it chases you. And the other way around." She smirks and grabs her own glass again, taking a sip of it before looking over at Rachel again.
Her thoughts on Jon's work are rather muddled. She's not sure that she really understands the fundamental point of it all, but she does have to admit that there's several fascinating pieces to it. The chemistry bit is boring, but the results aren't so much - she knows for a definite fact that brave toxin is awesome stuff. The fear toxin she's not so sure about - she definitely didn't like her own experience with it, but it definitely has some interesting effects when you see other people on it. Some of the effects though aren't very pleasant: she can't say that she likes the screaming - that sound is just like nails on a chalkboard. And it always scares her when Jon has to use violence; partly because even when it isn't directed at her Jon can be a scary guy, but also because she gets concerned that he'll get hurt in the process even though he has a remarkable ability to emerge from such things in one piece.
On the other hand, when no form of toxin at all is involved, there's very little that she can't say isn't extremely entertaining. When he can get someone to flip out without giving them any drugs or hurting them at all - well, that's just hilarious. Possibly because it's not happening to her, but she's really only so troubled by that aspect - funny is funny, no need to analyze it.
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Post by joker on Jun 6, 2012 13:11:51 GMT -5
Two tables, each in a separate corner of the bar had one man at each, both heavily clothed. Their head down, taking an occasional sip from their drink when one of them looked up. Their face was distorted, yet colorful. He was wearing a stocking over his head, yet different 'paint' colors were smeared around his eyes and across his mouth. They both met each others gaze, both in the same attire. Not two moments after they both stood up, one holding a pump action shotgun, the other a mini uzi.
'EVERYONE STAY THE FUCK DOWN!' The one holding the shotgun screamed, pointing it towards Rachel and Victor. The attack with the uzi looked towards Jonathan and Vermillion. A sick laughter could be heard and everyone stopped. Even the attackers. The door to the bar slowly opened and a fairly 'stocky' man entered. His attire screamed 90's vogue. A purple suit, covered up by a purple trenchcoat. On his head, a purple fedora completed the mysterious visage. His head down, the chuckling obviously came from him. Bright green hairs, popped up from the fedora here and there.
"Everybody stay calm!....I'm a clown!" The man screamed in an upbeat voice. Raising his face to show the dead white skin. His iris's bright green, matching the hair that slowly fell from the fedora. The clown slowly waltzed through the bar, multiple more goons walking in from behind, all wearing stockings over their head with clown make up. Joker slowly walked over to Rachel and examined her quickly.
"Gin an tonic, bartender!" The clown yelled, grinning towards Rachel. He placed his gloved hand on the side of her head and pushed her out of the way. Walking closer to Victor.
"You know, you look like the hero type. The one that stands up in the midst of all the chaos and attempts to save everybody! ....Don't...." Joker said, letting out a laugh, that sounded more like a howl. He turned and looked around as the bartender handed him his drink. He took a sip and looked at the glass. He placed it's rim under his oddly shaped, pointy nose and sniffed.
"....Meh...." The Harlequin said simply. Patting the bartender on the back with his free hand. He turned and walked towards Jonathan and Vermillion. BEhind him, the bartender fell to his knees and began to twist and shake, blood dripping from his gums and his eyes turning green as his mouth twisted into a demented grin. All of the henchmen stepped away from the body and looked at Joker.
"Hello....Jonny boy."
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Post by rachel on Jun 10, 2012 1:51:44 GMT -5
Rachel, glancing at Victor, thought she might understand what he was trying to do by offering to get her another drink. It was a way out of the current situation, an escape. She would take it, but she was distracted by Crane and VerMillion, a little confused about the smirk on the lady's face. Was she happy that way, kidnapped? The thought that someone would be happy after being abducted was something that had never occurred to her. It was...an odd idea. She filed this away for later, focusing on the situation at hand. A situation she, however unwittingly, had created. Being confused wasn't helpful.
Crane's comment to Victor made Rachel bite her lip, straightening in indignation. It was, she thought, unnecessary for him to say such a thing. She was capable enough of taking care of herself, and she knew when she was in trouble. Yes, sometimes she did get in over her head, but she was usually (although not always) able to get out of the trouble she got into, on her own. "I can take care of myself, Dr. Crane...but the concern (slight sarcasm) is nice."
She almost smiled, amused by VerMillion's comment about a game of tag...sometimes, it seemed life was indeed like that. Either information was needed, so you chased those who had it, or those that sought it from you came to find you. A game of sorts..
As Rachel was about to comment on VerMillion's words, all attention was seized by the appearance of the costumed and gun-waving men. She stared as one of the two pointed a gun at her and Victor, and the other focused on Crane and VerMillion. What was going on? As the newcomer entered the room, Rachel was completely dumbfounded by the man's attire, and his.....face. It was unlike any she had ever seen. White...and his hair was green..matching his eyes. And the smile on his face..was that..permanent?
She froze as he walked over, the grin on his face disturbing to say the least. It was unnerving. She moved back when he pushed her aside, glancing at Victor with concern. This was replaced with barely concealed shock as she saw the bartender's grotesque and horrid death. Her gaze refocused on the man as he walked toward Crane and VerMillion. Who was this man, and what was his game?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2012 14:30:09 GMT -5
Victor was about to reply to Dr. Crane's comment when the armed thugs suddenly jumped up and shouted. Victor ducked in reaction and swore........ In German... He then heard another voice that didn't seem entirely stable. He looked to see where the voice was coming from and he slowly stood up when he saw who it was.
It wasn't the sight of the crazed clown that made him stand up. Rather it was the lack of action from the gunmen. He started thinking of a way to get everybody out of this situation. Even Dr. Crane and VerMillion.
He quickly lost that train of thought when the clown walked up to him and told him to not try anything. Victor swallowed and moved abit closer to Rachel. He felt that if he could he would at least protect her.
He was able to hide his disgust at what happened to the bar tender. Which was quite a feat for him. It was even worse for him because of his sense of smell. He didn't know if anything showed on his face. But he was certain that only someone who was highly observant would notice.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 11, 2012 20:44:16 GMT -5
Dr. Crane’s attention was no longer on either of them. Instead he focused his gaze back to VerMillion to get back into the mindset of just tolerating an evening out. Everyone around him was just giving him more reasons to add to his arsenal of why he never went out and did such things. This was more for VerMillion than anyone else; he paused in his thoughts, turning his eyes to look at her. It was a fairly kind gesture, not one he was used to. His mind pushed aside the thoughts quickly as he reminded himself to the actual place he had taken her. It wasn’t exactly a ballroom gala.
When the doors to the Stacked Deck had busted open Dr. Crane seemed to pay no mind to what was going on. His fingers wrapped around his scotch and it was casually brought to his lips so he could take a long drink from it. When there was merely ice left he set it down and sighed. He would have ordered another drink but in the commotion around them he doubted that his second one would come.
Finally glancing to the side he saw the trouble that had been started by the various men in their colorful masks. He had seen this sort before…Perfect…This night was getting better….and better. He couldn’t compliment on the place that they had chosen to strike fear into the general populace, he had barely heard a scream uttered through the commotion, but they weren’t around the lightest sort. Perhaps it was just that these men were not talented enough to know how to do such things properly.
The familiar spat of a voice suddenly rang into his ears. There was no denying now that The Joker had arrived. For the moment it seemed like he was occupied by their general company, but he had come in for a more sinister reason. They had a bit of a complicated history together, a brief moment in time where they had allied to complete one of Joker’s ridiculous pointless schemes. Dr. Crane of course was only in it for himself, to further his research. To hear the beautiful screams of those they faced…
That night had turned in quite a different direction than expected however. How could he resist? Turning on Joker and letting him see the truth. His intentions were pure; he just wanted everyone to see the world like he did. Not that they would ever understand…but something went terribly wrong. Normally his toxins worked on humans, they had no natural defenses against them like more animals did. The Joker had managed to survive a direct his of his fear gas without even blinking an eye.
He just seemed to stand there like he was waiting for something to happen. When it was clear that nothing was going to happen, The Scarecrow was at a loss in his mind. How was this even possible? No human could be immune to his toxin, it didn’t make any sense. That was when The Joker had realized it too and flipped out his knife. He advanced to the shocked Scarecrow and rammed it into his ribcage pulling up the side of it. It was a terribly deep wound, when the Joker had pulled out the knife blood poured from it. The Scarecrow nearly dropped to his knees, trying to cover the wound with his hand as The Joker began to walk away with his maniacal laughter filling the room. He had left him there to die in a pool of his own blood, his revenge for betraying him. There was one thing that The Joker had overlooked; you can’t kill fear itself….
Against all odds Dr. Crane had managed to scrape himself out of the building and stumble to his hideout. This was where he began to perform one of the worst surgeries he had ever done, all by himself without any anesthesia. He had actually taken a mild dose of speed to keep himself from passing out through the process, through the massive amount of blood loss, he was sure he almost tasted oblivion. But oblivion already had him…He couldn’t die. Since he had escaped that night with his life The Joker had no doubt heard he was still living and probably would come after him again for revenge. It was something that he was prepared to deal with, though would rather avoid entirely. He had no further interest in the man and would rather leave it at that.
His mind flooded back to the situation at hand. He had barely heard any conversation at all that might have gone on. He hadn’t noticed the bartender had fallen and curled up, no the only thing that brought his mind out of the darkness was a single name. A name that brought him to an even darker recess of his mind…The name Jonny was very personal too him, in the worst kind of way. It brought back the worst kind of memories, ones that needed to lay dead and buried.
With a slight twitch of his fingers he didn’t move in his booth he just kept his gaze on VerMillion as if silently telling her that the evening out was over, and they needed to leave. To address Joker who was still partially behind him dealing with the German and Miss Dawes he merely turned his chin slightly. “I have no business with you Joker…” he said simply “I have more company than I’d like right now but I’m sure your….” Waves his hand slightly among the many masked clowns near them. “Whatever they are…Lab rats…are more than capable of suitable entertainment for yourself….We were just leaving.” He nodded to VerMillion and tried to slid out of his booth to stand.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jun 11, 2012 22:02:53 GMT -5
No sooner does Heather make her comment to Jon, than a sudden shout among the rest of the crowd gets her attention. But with Jon sitting across from her, she's not going to be scared of two men with big guns - there would have to be more to it. On the other hand, when a very particular laugh suddenly breaks the silence caused by the gunman's yell, her face instantly goes as white as a sheet.
Of course, her first thought is that she has to be dreaming, or possibly hallucinating. After all, she's never in reality set eyes on the man before in her life, not counting pictures, but it was only quite recently that she finally came to terms with a particular recurring nightmare that had plagued her in which the Joker had an extremely prominent role. However, she's quick to note that everything else seems a bit too much like reality for it to be a dream, and if it is a dream then it isn't the same nightmare. So is she hallucinating? She doesn't remember getting stuck with any needles...
Nope, it's looking like this is reality, and that causes Heather to practically freeze in place, eyes widened in fear. She'd been absolutely terrified when she first met Jon, but this is a lot worse. And what happens to the bartender does not help matters at all. But Jon's voice when he talks to the Joker snaps her out of it. Partly, anyway - her eyes rip away from the clown with some effort and she manages to start breathing again. Her eyes when they turn to Jon have a pleading expression, perhaps translating into 'Please get me out of here!' And why did she sit across from him in the booth instead of next to him? She should have sat next to him!
When he starts to side out she hesitantly follows his lead, keeping face turned away from everyone and trying to keep as much attention as possible off of herself. It's not normal for her to have many doubts when it comes to what Jon does, if only because his experience with this sort of thing is infinitely more than her own, but she finds herself uncertain this time. Then again, if it had been up to her she'd probably still be frozen like a statue in her seat.
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Post by joker on Jun 12, 2012 19:13:33 GMT -5
Joker grinned at the situation. He put out his hand and pushed Jonathan back into the booth. A switch blade dropped from the sleeve of his free hand and he caught it. His gloved hand grasping it tightly. The blade emerged from the handle and he stepped towards Heather. Holding the knife towards her.
"So Crane, is this another one of your experiments? Or a personal hobby?" He remarked with a laugh.
"Because you know, this one's a real looker. You're lucky I didn't get to her first!" The clown hollered, turning back towards Jonathan and holding the knife to him.
"Though, if something were to happen to her. I'm sure I could claim her. I mean really, what would you do to stop a guy like me? Spray febreze at me?" He said, laughing. As usual.
The Joker was ready for any number of things to go wrong here. Though none very serious. The only one he was really worried about was the German at the bar attempting to be the hero. He seems like the type that would be fun to torture, though if he lashes out, it will have to be done quick. along with this whole scheme of his.
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Post by rachel on Jun 15, 2012 1:00:35 GMT -5
Rachel tore her gaze away from the dead barman on the floor, her eyes darting to Victor as he moved closer. She felt better..a bit more secure since he was closer. She didn't want him getting hurt. She needed to think..she wasn't a hero, she was an ADA. Someone needed to do something...but without getting anyone hurt. Or as few as possible. She wasn't sure what to do in this situation;
The attention of the obviously maniacal man was now on Crane and VerMillion. She wasn't too concerned about Crane, but the woman was the one that worried Rachel more. What happened if the man...Joker, as Crane called him by, (apparently having met this character before) tried to hurt VerMillion? Rachel knew it would probably end badly..
She somehow wasn't, and yet was, surprised when the knife came out. Knives were more personal, less distance needed than a gun...she had seen enough files to know that usually this meant this Joker was out for payback, or intimidation of someone who had crossed him. Had Crane done that, a deal or something that had been overturned? The knife was pointed at the girl, and then back at Crane. What was going to happen? She needed to say something, do something...but what?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2012 18:56:52 GMT -5
Victor kept looking around trying to find out what to do. But he wasn't looking around in a panicky manner. He instead was looking around in a calm manner. In his head he was having a conversation with Lupin. His mental wolf companion. He saw that there appeared to be two gun men. And then this clown.... Or Joker as he it sounded he was called. Also he was going to protect Rachel..... 'Well VerMillion it looks like we're about to answer your question.' He though.
Then something dawned on him. 'Wait... She was kidnapped by this man? Then that means.' It dawned on him just who this 'Johnny' was. And where they had met before. He suddenly felt surprised at what his next thought was....... 'I might as well try to help him get out of here too. But how?'
Victor cleared his throat and said in his flawless German accent. "Herr Joker... zat is your name correct? I am merely passing through with ze lovely fraulien here. So please let us go." He made sure not too look the clown in the eyes. He didn't want to show any signs of aggression. "Are zese your men by ze vay?" He asked pointing towards the gun men. Hoping he wasn't making the wrong move.
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