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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2012 0:37:33 GMT -5
It was always interesting to note what Jonathan chose to expand on and what he chose to keep in simple statements. It became evident to how close Edward was at scratching through the surface that was Jonathan and breaking him all together. However, this time it was not the statement itself that caught his attention. Jonathan looking up at the birds in the distance answered the question more then words could ever describe.
Birds…no a particular type of bird occupied the church. His grandmother dragged him to a church where he was attacked by birds. What type of birds? It wasn’t too difficult to guess. The more he thought about it, the more he was certain that it had to be crows. Why else call yourself the Scarecrow? He also thought of the many churches located in the nation. City churches sometimes had pigeons, but Jonathan had not lived in a city before Gotham. There was something about his air of how he presented himself that only confirmed that. His clothes were too tacky for a man who grew up in the city. Not to mention the description of his high school experience confirmed it. City schools usually didn’t have much of a parking lot, more of a parking garage. A church also wouldn’t be remote if it was in the city. No, Jonathan grew up outside the city. The next thought is what type of bird would occupy a church. There were many, but none would actually create the fear that Jonathan currently had for them. It had to be crows…though he couldn’t confirm it.
“Crows?” he finished the statement, looking for a reaction that would give him the answer he needed. He waited for a few moments before laughing. “Poor Jonathan, you were picked apart by birds. No wonder you have such a desire to be in control of fear. I can only imagine you spent most of your younger years with fear controlling you.” He felt confident that he had determined the why of Jonathan. Actually, it was truly the simplest thing in the world. Why had he even considered him to be a riddle when it was plain in every action he took?
He leaned his hand with his pen to the button and pressed it, letting the chains loosen so Jonathan finally had his feet on the floor. As he thought of another question he found his mind empty of any. The riddle had been solved…great, now he was bored.
He pouted out his lower lip. Why had this been so easy? He had expected more from Jonathan, but he shouldn’t be surprised that a human manage to disappoint him. He sighed. “How unfortunate…” he started before looking at the camera, “I have become bored again. I suppose I should have expected that in the end you were merely a simple man.” He rolled the pen still debating on how to go about this. He could ask Jonathan a question to challenge his intelligence, but Edward already knew the man had a decent amount…no, Edward wanted something more.
He smirked. “How about this, I will give you one more question. If you answer it correctly I will give you enough length on the chains to reach the box. If you don’t I tighten it back to where it started,” he paused to make sure he understood then continued, “Who is far more intelligent and in control then Jonathan Crane could ever hope to be?”
Thank goodness he was recording this.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 31, 2012 0:42:16 GMT -5
The wings from the birds above him ever so often moving and flapping about filled his ears again. This time more so than the others. Dr. Crane blinked a few times and pulled his head away and to the side trying to get a hold of himself. His heart was racing. All he could see was that small boy beating on the now blocked from the outside church doors screaming to let him out. He could see the boy turning from the door to see the terrible creatures pecking about the ground trying to scavenge up what they could.....He waited for the sounds, it was only a matter of time before it would be him that they were after.
Dr. Crane shook his head trying to knock the memory out of his head. Psychologically he had distanced himself from it on purpose, seeing it in third person. Like a spectator with no relation to the incident, the further the distance the more he could push it deeper within himself. His face twitched slightly at the mention of the word.
Nigma knew his secret. This was something that no one had the right to know, no one but The Scarecrow. It was a part of his past but it held something even deeper than that. It held his true fears. The idea of anyone else knowing about them made him cringe. What was he thinking? No he would accept this. He wasn't afraid...he was fear. The boy that was was no longer, he became something far more than what that boy was.
His eyes lifted from where he was looking back to the projection screen. He held his static expression and waited for Nigma to finish mocking him. “For one that thinks they know so much you understand so little...” He snapped at him. “I am Fear...” He finished with his famous statement.
Suddenly the pressure dropped from his arms and an overwhelming sense of relief traveled through him. Finally he was touching the ground and could support his weight without his limbs taking the damage. The pins and needles from his limbs began to prick and prod at him as he slowly moved each muscle he could in a roll to get the feeling back in them. To get out of this he was going to need to be in top condition however slim top condition would seem after hanging that long.
Dr. Crane tried to bring his arms forward not paying too much attention to Nigma at this point. He had to make sure that he was prepared for what was next. He had to remain focused through what was above him and around him...no matter what that meant. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly trying to shake out any thought or feelings that he had about his surroundings.
He tried to move his chains a bit further than they would go. Although his feet were on the ground his arms were still in the air. A bit of slack had been gained due to standing upright and straight instead of spread part like he was. It wasn't enough to give him room to do anything or touch anything, but it gave him a bit of confidence that had been lost in the spiral back.
Nigma began to speak again His words were ringing in his ears. Something about being bored with him. It wasn't until he mentioned being a 'simple man' It made his eyes gloss over with a dark expression. That couldn't be further from the truth. His thoughts were about to turn very dark but were brought back up by the mention of a riddle that could grant him his freedom.
Dr. Crane listened intently...
His first thoughts to the question were a quick 'Oblivion First' in his mind. His mind tossed the idea around back and forth knowing Nigma would enjoy every moment of it. He couldn't say anything but Nigma's name, but he didn't have to say it the way Nigma wanted. Or did he? So far He had been very picky with getting the answer he wanted. But he wouldn't bring himself to say the words, not the way Nigma expected him to. No...This would be done his way.
“Five, Four, Six, One, Two, Four, Five, One, Three, Four, One...”
Nigma always did enjoy a good challenge...Perhaps a puzzle would change his mind about ripping him apart.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2012 8:50:13 GMT -5
Edward was certain he had Jonathan figured out like the fit of his purple glove on his hand. Edward leaned back in his chair uncaringly when Jonathan snapped at him. It held little value to Edward because he had heard the statement before. After learning Jonathan’s darkest fear, he now knew it was absolutely absurd. All people can create fear, but fear is merely an emotion. If Jonathan wanted to be the emotion, as he claims he was, he was basically stating that he was always scared. However, Edward knew that when Jonathan stated that statement, the man meant he had absolute control over fear. Once again, there was flaw with that logic. To have control, Jonathan would not have allowed so many frighten expressions leak onto his features.
No, Edward did not care for the statement. It was absurd and held little value. No, what Edward wanted not was something far more valuable.
Dignity and pride.
Edward watched the man attempt to move his arms. He might be on the ground, but he needed much more slack to reach the box with the key. He knew Jonathan was plotting something, but the idea was really laughable to Edward. Let Jonathan plot. Edward at this point planned on the man stepping out of this alive, as long as he was smart enough to give Edward what he wanted. He waited for the answer, shifting his legs on top of his desk to get more comfortable as the anticipation of his answer increased. He watched Jonathan mentally struggle with the response. He kept waiting for the crack and numbness to take over him in defeat, but it didn’t come. It made his taunting smirk frown slightly. Why wasn’t this man breaking?
The answer came as a puzzle. His mind jumped to the simplest of code immediately. Switching the number dependent on the letter in the alphabet, but he crossed it off because 6=F and once given all the letters it spelled no logical word or name. His mind went over a few more codes, but nothing could be deduced there either. It frustrated him to see Jonathan so calm, with his little loop hole he thought he had created. His mind finally danced to numerology alphabets, and how each letter has a numerical value between zero and nine. Jonathan’s numbers have all been within ten, so he immediately started feeling out the code in his head. He then pulled out the appropriate letters within each corresponding number.
5=E [H, N, X] 4=D [M, T] 6=W [U, V] 1=A [I, J, Q, Y] 2=R [B, K] 4=D [M, T] 5=N [E, H, X] 1=I [A, J, Q, Y] 3=G [C, L, S] 4=M [D, T] 1=A [I, J, Q, Y]
Jonathan had certainly answered the question with the name he wanted, but the fact that he thought he had still won….
Edward paused and stared at Jonathan’s blue eyes on his camera screen. He didn’t understand. He was making Jonathan relive his fears and was prying into the man’s life. Why wasn’t he falling apart? How far did he have to push the man?
His bottom lip pouted out as he chewed over. Technically it was the right answer, but it wasn’t. He then smiled at the thought and reached his hand to pluck the device off the table. “Interesting,” he started, staring at the device not Jonathan, “However, you should know by now that I stress details in my answers.” As soon as the last word left his lips, he pressed the button and held it. His eyes jumped back to the screen as he watched Jonathan pulled back into the air. He let go of the button when the man was back in place where he started.
Edward had a smug expression on his face. He would get what he wanted. He had too, and the more challenging Jonathan was, the more determined Edward was to win. “You know since I’m so nice, I am going to give you another chance at the answer. If you answer it, you reach the key. If you don’t….well I hope you do not need use of your hands to accomplish your work,” he taunted as he waved the device about. “I need a full sentence, Jonathan.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 10, 2012 23:22:16 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had never expected anyone to fully understand the way that he grasped fear. The way that his mind wrapped around the concept was unreachable for even the most intellectual individuals. It was something that was beyond their reach, beyond their ability to understand. It was beyond Nigma’s ability to understand…
Even the sharpest of minds had proved to Dr. Crane that they couldn’t grasp the reality around them. They were always too wrapped up in something materialistic around them or inside themselves. When that materialistic want or desire lead back to one inevitable truth that they continuously denied. From the outside scratching the surface it would always look like Dr. Crane was constantly saying he was scared or lived in fear all his life. From the way he put his words and explained that he was fear, but this was just a result of the inability to understand. It just proved more and more how right he really was.
He had given Nigma the answer that he deserved in this situation. He had him at the lounge and the rest was history. But breaking him wouldn’t come so easily. Dr. Crane had trained himself to endure most types of emotional assault. To become numb to the world and the people in it, because none of the secondary emotions mattered to him anymore. He was emotionally shut down; breaking him was not an easy feature at all. Especially when it came to breaking in front of someone like Edward Nigma.
It was only among this current environment that things had begun to leak slowly into his features. As the thought played over in his mind he tried to push it down shoving it away. He had been trying to push the thought of the winged monsters above him away since he got here. The gravity of how close he was to actually having to face them was beginning to weigh on him. He was eventually going to have to pull that chain. He wasn’t at a loss of what he was going to do however. The doctor always had a plan in mind, even if it had to be changed for whatever reason.
Nigma’s reaction to his puzzle wasn’t going well; he could tell by the way he picked up the remote. Dr. Crane’s eyes fell to it immediately trying to mentally prepare for the inevitable. His feet slid from the floor and he was hoisted back into the air with a cry. His body ached at the position that was becoming all too familiar tonight. How long had it been? He wasn’t even sure, but it was long enough for his limbs to be giving in. He knew that he couldn’t take another pull like that.
His breathing steadied again adjusting to his new position. A full sentence…The thought killed him. All life left the doctors eyes as his mind went a dark place where he could back Nigma into a dark corner and leave him begging for mercy at the hands of fear. Right now that was just a fantasy though, reality was that he was in quite a position. With a heavy sigh and a lift of his eyes as he hung his head he stared directly at him and parted his lips to speak. Dr. Crane closed them quickly trying to collect what he was about to say, he had to do it to reach the box…
“Edward Nigma…” He paused and gritted his teeth for a moment before his mind scolded him to let go of the emotion. “Is far more intelligent and in control than ‘Dr.’ Jonathan Crane…….. could ever hope to be…. “
The words left his mouth and he felt a stinging sensation on his lips. Like something had been ripped from him. The noise surrounding him wasn’t even bothering him at this moment, not in this moment. He said it to get the chains loose. That was all…Just to get the chains loose…
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2012 21:10:25 GMT -5
In times like this, Edward could be comparable to a sadist. He truly got some sick kick out of having complete control over another person’s life. On the other hand, he never would admit that to himself. To him, everyone had some control in his riddles to prove that they were intelligent enough to win. It couldn’t be considered his fault that they were all stupid and lacked any amount of wit. Subconsciously though, he enjoyed feeling like a god, and when he watched the pathetic weaklings beneath him struggling he backed in it. He became addicted to it the first time he manipulated a peer into paying him six hundred dollars a month. It only expanded when he interned on Wall Street, and he saw how easy it was to make money. Stocks were all controlled by expectations, and expectations were very easily influenced. He liked Gotham too much to ever want to stay in New York, but that didn’t mean his obsession with control would ever go away. His first ‘riddle’ on his former employer was what got him completely hooked.
Hearing Jonathan’s cry and the quick struggle just made Edward happier and happier. He sat in his chair with almost an air about him as he waited for his answer. When Jonathan said his name, Edward’s smirk only grew, and he listened to the statement as it left the man’s mouth.
Beautiful.
“I’m glad you agree,” Edward taunted, rolling the remote in his hand, “But are you really still trying to live in the fantasy world where you still have your license?” He laughed knowing full well that he was rubbing salt in the wound. He couldn’t help it. The man asked to be taunted.
He pressed the button and held it. The chains loosening immediately causing Jonathan to slowly reach the ground. He kept going until the chains couldn’t be released anymore. He had gave Jonathan the exact length to reach the box with the key.
“Now I think from here it should be fairly simple,” he remarked and eyed the cage with the birds on his screen. “I can’t quite remember if there were crows in there…” he laughed lightly. “Good luck.”
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 22, 2012 2:42:00 GMT -5
He continued to reassure his mind about the terrible words he had just said. On tape none the less. Nigma would use that against him forever, and this means he had another thing to add to the list. The air around him felt heavy, heavier than his body felt from being in this position back and forth for so long. Breathe…He reminded himself. He needed to stay calm and release emotion, if he didn’t do this right. Nigma would have far more than just that statement recorded.
Dr. Crane’s chin tilted slightly as he listened to Nigma taunts. He took a deep breath closing his eyes as Nigma continued to press him to the edge. Not that he could do much from his current position. His fantasy world? No this was the real world, and he showed the real world to everyone. Nigma was just unable to understand it, just like all the rest. Something in the back of his mind reminded him that Nigma had got him here brilliantly, that much at least he had to give him credit for.
He stared coldly into the projection screen. He said nothing to Nigma, nothing more needed to be said. Suddenly he felt the weight drop off of his chest. The clang of the chains came in quick concession as he dropped to the floor roughly. With a grunt his head and limbs just hung loos at his sides for a moment. He was exhausted. He stared at the floor for a long moment taking deep breaths. This was going to be difficult.
He began with his left shoulder rolling it back hearing an audible crack emit from it. He did the same to his right and then moved his chin to the left and then the right. His eyes hadn’t yet lifted from the floor as he wrapped himself in thought about what he was going to have to do next. While his eyes were on the floor he observed exactly how much slack he had. It was quite a bit, but certainly not enough to reach the whole room. He figured with this much slack he could probably just barely press himself against the left or right wall.
His plan became clear in his mind but there was one looming thing that still remained. His eyes traveled from the floor to the chain that lay rather ominously on the pedestal close to him. His eyes were fixated on it for a long moment; Nigma was probably soaking every moment of this. Slowly from the chain he rose his stare to the projection screen. He looked up at Nigma, nothing but defeat in his eyes. He stared up him for a very long minute. Breaking it finally he forced himself to close his eyes and take a deep breath.
He moved to the left trying to reach the wall nearest to him. His limbs felt heavy, they had been stretched so much, his body ached. He reached his hand to the wall at Least being able to press against it even if it was just barely. He brought his left hand to his right and began to pull the bottom of his sleeves. Dr. Crane pulled as hard as he could, trying to get it through the cuffs of the chains just enough for what he needed. The fabric needed to be tight already. It was a good thing he never spent too much money on his clothing, especially in these situations. Poor material meant that it would tear and fray easier. Which one more than one account, had come in handy.
With an awkward position he put his sleeve to the wall as low as he could and lifted his leg to press on the material. It didn’t take more than one good tug to rip the seam from the top lining of his shoulder. Pulling it upward and off he followed to do the same with the other arm. With a bit of a struggle he had ripped the other sleeve of his jacket. The rest of it was simple he lift his hand to the now already rimmed seam of the jacket and tore it downward. After doing the same to the other side he let it all fall apart to the floor.
Part one was done, now it was time to get his long sleeved shirt off. That wasn’t going to be difficult at all considering how cheap the fabric was. The smell from the clothing became a bit more potent now that the jacket was removed and the parts that weren’t able to air out were now exposed. He pushed the thought that came to his mind away taking his hands to his collar and ripping it all the way down popping each button as he ripped it. Dr. Crane reached up to his shoulder and gave the fabric a rough pull grunting as he did so, he was so tired. Pulling this off was going to be a miracle. With a few pulls the fabric finally ripped and he moved to do the same with the other. Carefully he slipped pushed the sleeve to his cuffs and pulled through to the other side pulling it completely off. After he did the same to the other he stared at the pile of broken clothing on the floor.
His chest now bare exposing many stories of past fights with the scars that covered his back and chest. He took a moment to breathe before kneeling and beginning to tie some of the cloth together. After he was satisfied with the result he raised to his feet holding to separate sets of tied cloth in his hands. He took a step the chains making a dragging noise on the floor. Each step made his body heavier, he wished he could just sit and think this through more, but something told him Nigma wouldn’t let that happen. With a slow dragging pace he walked back to the pedestal with the chain.
He stared down at it for a long moment mentally preparing for what was about to happen. His body was still soaked with the stench, the winged…creatures would surely still be all over him the moment he released them, god knows how long Nigma had starved them. His eyes turned up finally to the cage above him almost cringing as he looked at the swarm still squawking to one another. His eyes adverted it almost immediately looking back to the chain.
His hand reached out slowly and hovered over it for a long moment. His hand began to shake as it loomed and he pulled it into a tight fist before releasing it again. His eyes lifted from the chain to stare at Nigma, what he was seeking he wasn’t quite sure of.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2012 20:53:21 GMT -5
Edward actually pulled his feet off the desk and placed them back on the floor. He leaned in his chair as he watched Jonathan carefully. The man obviously had a plan darting through his mind because his first action to do with his feet on the floor was to go to the wall and not to the box. Someone with less intelligence would probably go to the box and attempt to break it with mere brutish strength, but such an action was cheating and Edward hated cheaters. If forced open the box would forever lock. The only way in was with the key. Yes, Jonathan was smart enough to think that Edward did not plan out everything when it came to his riddles.
He watched the man carefully as he leaned against the wall and started to do something strange with his jacket. His eyebrow rose on his forehead. What was he doing? He saw the seam as it ripped then watch Jonathan continue to destroy his jacket. It wasn’t a lost. The jacket was atrocious and belonged in the trash years before it was created. Still….one did not go destroying their clothing for no reason. It’s possible he is trying to separate the locations the birds will come. If he spreads his clothing around the room, it means he will face a less blunt attack. However, that also means it will take longer to find the key around one of the crows neck. He pressed his lips together in thought and curiosity.
Jonathan’s hands then went to the top of his shirt. He watched the as the buttons popped off and landed on the ground slowly revealing his chest. He couldn’t help but smirk. It was like Jonathan was giving him a strip show. He had this on camera as well. It would not be hard to manipulate the footage and convince the other rogues that Jonathan had sent him a seductive video that Edward had promptly rejected. He imagined they would all believe him in a heartbeat. After all, Jonathan was obviously gay. The man was so deep in the closet that he became antisocial to the rest of the world. ….at least that was one of Edward’s theories. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the thought.
Jonathan then took off the entire shirt revealing the scars. Edward didn’t linger to long on them. His focus was to drawn to what Jonathan was doing to the clothing. He was tying it together not throwing it all over the room? Hmm….it really was a riddle.
The man moved to the chain, and Edward absorbed the exhaustion. He wondered if Jonathan could handle it or if he was on the verge of breaking. He certainly was dragging emotions out of the man, but now it appeared numbness had returned and the emotions were kept from him.
Oh wait…he spoke to soon.
His reaction with the chain was priceless and far too beautiful. The hesitation. And finally…those eyes. They looked right into the camera, and they showed far too much then he assumed Jonathan ever wanted to reveal to him. They caused him to smirk.
“I must admit, you have perked my interest again. You are not thinking of cheating now, are you, Jonathan?” he asked, “Or do you always enjoy giving others a strip show?” He laughed.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 1, 2012 11:19:42 GMT -5
The cold broken eyes of Dr. Crane stared into the projection screen. His eyes scanned over Nigma’s amused face, soaking in all of his reactions. It was clear he was thoroughly pleased with himself in what he had done. Such narcissism…He searched in Nigma’s eyes for a moment on what he should do next. Dr. Crane knew what he had to do, but something inside him was screaming for him not to. Something changed in the glaze of his eyes after he taunted him with claiming he had given him a show.
His hand moved from over the chain back to his side turning to face the projection screen casually. The chains shackled around his arms clinked and clanged as he moved attempting to slide a hand into the pocket of his slacks. It was stopped abruptly with the metal clasp around his wrist, but he paid no mind to it and just let it rest there. Who did Nigma take him for? A shread of confidence flowing back into his eyes. Dr. Crane was going to get some kind of satisfaction out of this simply because of that statement. How could he break him so much, lead him to this point and then give him the chance to remind him that he would never win in a linguistics battle against Dr. Crane. He cocked his head to the side slightly trying to push out the noise from the birds from his mind. Dr. Crane let out a rather hopeless laugh. “A strip show?” The doctor smiled and locked his eyes with Nigma’s intensely on the screen. “Take it as you will…I’m just pleased you also admitted on camera that ‘I perked your interest’ moments before it. I’m glad you enjoyed it so much..After all you are the one doing the recording after you chained me up for you…” A sinister smile played along his lips as he finished taunting Nigma.
He wasn’t surprised that Nigma had made a statement like that. The man was so wrapped up in himself he couldn’t see the bigger picture of what he was saying. Dr. Crane was use to this kind of treatment, it wasn’t the first time that someone had ‘implied’ that his sexuality was questionable. He had no comment on it, and as far as he was concerned at this moment never would. It was an absurd thought. There was no point to any intimate human relation whether it is male or female. He had a higher purpose here. Lacking of human empathy, lacking Human compassion, almost non existent. These are the things society had claimed about him. If that were indeed true, how could he ever have an intimate relationship? Not that he ever wanted one….His thoughts went to a darker place for a moment but were pulled back by the task at hand.
Nigma wasn’t going to let him sit in silence for long while he lurked in his thoughts. Without giving him another moment Dr. Crane slipped his hand from his pocket and turned back to the chain. His other hand still gripped the clothing he had tied together and began to roll it in his fingers letting it drop a few inches each time. He continued to roll it in a circle like that as he stared down at the chain, trying to drop the emotion in his features. His free hand rose over the chains handle again and lingered over it. Taking his air his chest rose and then went back as if he was trying to inwardly comfort himself. This had to be made quick, he couldn’t give Nigma any more time to soak in the struggle he was having. With a sharp inhale, and a grip on his clothing he pulled the chain.
The event seemed to happen in almost slow motion. The doctor looked up from his position after he pulled the chain, and a swarm of darkness covered his body immediately. Feathers flew everywhere. He took a few steps back feeling the already familiar pecking at his skin. His arms moved upward to protect his eyes. God the noise…the noise…Dr. Crane stepped backward through the back mass and caught his own chain sending him to the floor. He was in the church again. The cracked walls of the cathedral filled his thoughts, putting him back into that horrible place. The birds swamped his body as the boy crawled back on his hands and feet as far as the chains would let him. The swarm of birds reverting him back to his childhood made him completely forget he was chained at all. All he could see was the little boy fighting for his life against a swarm of feathered demons. They pecked at his skin, some of them drawing blood, the boy swung the cloth in his hands around and tried to get them to move away from him. The few that jumped off jumped right back on him.
The situation seemed hopeless. The boy let out a cry, his voice being the only thing to open his eyes. Wait…he wasn’t a boy, he was Dr. Jonathan Crane. Gripping the cloth tighter in his hand he lifted from his position and continually reminded himself of where he was and how he got here. His eyes searched the best they could at each bird that pecked his skin. It was difficult considering they continually moved. His arm swung the cloth out and brought a few birds towards him taking a look at their necks. He had to find that key…find that key before….Dr. Crane caught a glimpse of his own skin becoming soaked with blood. His mind tried not to go back into that terrible state again. Cognitively he continued to throw the tied clothing over the birds and pull them toward him to see if he could grab the right one.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 16:33:06 GMT -5
Edward’s eyes narrowed at Jonathan’s statement. He couldn’t even control his reaction to it. He stood up in his chair and pointed at the camera. “You know that’s not what I meant!” he shouted, glaring at the half naked man in chains. Now, while Jonathan might be indifferent to other’s opinions, Edward thrived on them. He cared what people thought of him. It one of the many reasons he feels the need to prove that he is a genius to the world. He needs the world to see him for what he is. He certainly did not want to be seen as a closet homosexual. He had already been teased for such rumors before.
What does the question mark stand for? Your sexual identity?
He teeth grinded together in frustration. No, he did not like any such insinuation, and for Jonathan to turn his own video tapping on him would not be allowed.
He stood standing very angry before realizing it didn’t matter. Jonathan would still be broken. He took in a deep breath then sat himself back on the chair pouting. He watched Jonathan pull the chain. He should little to no interest in it now. He was mad and upset, but then he heard saw the birds swoop down to him. A slow evil grin came across his face at the action.
He watched Jonathan curl basically into a sad little child. He heard the cry. He absorbed it all. Pure revenge. His conclusions had been correct. He was making Jonathan relive his own nightmare as Jonathan had made him. Fair. Edward always wanted things to be fair, and it finally was.
He chuckled to himself. There is a high probability that Jonathan might die here. Did it bother him? No, not at all. Jonathan deserved death if he didn’t have the courage to face his fears. He laughed harder at that thought. It was truly ironic that his fear would be the death of the Master of Fear.
His body stiffened when he saw the man stand and get a hold of himself. He frowned, leaning forward. He watched what Jonathan did with his make shift clothes. “Damn it,” he cursed under his breath. Why wasn’t he breaking? Why wasn’t he falling apart? It wouldn’t be long until he found the crow that had the key on it, and Jonathan would escape.
It made his inside twist in disgust that he was actually solving his riddle. No matter, he still had gained some of Jonathan’s secrets and pride during all of this.
He settled in his chair and watched silently.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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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 11:16:42 GMT -5
The projection screen wasn’t a thought in his mind anymore. Nigma wasn’t a thought on his mind anymore. The only thing that surrounded him and his mind was a black swarm of winged demons. The tormentors of his childhood, with each peck he was brought further and further back into it.
His mind attempted to stay together through the feathers flying, the birds literally fought over his flesh. As he attempted to use the sling he had made, his mind kept falling in and out of it. The picture of the boy that was and the man that is kept pulsing back and forth. He was able to hold it together for a short moment; it wasn’t like this had never been done to him before…
When his mother had eventually abandoned him to his grandmother’s care completely, the boy was taken to the church often to be pried apart. He couldn’t do anything right, he was terrible and wicked. The feeling of birds pecking and tearing at his flesh was no new to him, though it had been some time since it last occurred. From that moment he never wanted it to happen ever again, He took control of his life that day in the sewers, yet somehow he was reliving this nightmare of his past.
His mind had fallen back out of the confidence it momentarily had and he stopped pulling the birds to him. His hand let go of the cloth he had made, and just swung at the birds around him. Every now and then getting a good hit at one. He wasn’t sure if he had killed any just from hitting them, but he didn’t have the time to look either. His skin was soaked with blood, if he didn’t do something soon…..
Stepping backward and shielding his eyes, he hit the floor once more. Turning in his chains, they scraped and pulled the ground as they crossed and he crawled away from the projection screen toward the wall behind him. It was out of reach, his chains pulled at his legs as he got too far, the boy reached forward with all his might just trying to touch it. “No!” He shouted into the swarm of birds around his eyes and shoulder’s as he crawled at nothing, the chains keeping him from pulling any further away. “No don’t leave me in here! I’ll be good I promise!” He begged, his fingers clawing into the floor.
To anyone else it may have looked like a madman just trying to claw at the wall and shouting at nothing. Nigma would probably see it as a PTSD flashback, as he was ripped deeper into his fear. Triggered by the onset of failure to find the tag around the right bird’s neck immediately. His body seemed to follow something on the wall, as if it continued walking around whatever room he was in. His eyes were glued to it until it hit the corners of the room. The boy swallowed and pouted turning his eyes to the floor. Through the swarm of birds still attacking his skin he backed up until his fingers ran over the cloth he had dropped.
Eye’s widened he gripped it in his hands. The code around one of the bird’s necks! It was coming back to him again. Dr. Cranes mind had returned somewhat through the PTSD experience. Heavily working at it now through gruff and protest he finally managed to spot a crow with the tag around his neck. Swooping it up in the cloth Dr. Crane nearly threw his body on it to keep it from flying away. Hooking his fingers under the tag he ripped it harshly from the birds neck, possibly killing it. Through the swarm he had what he needed, but was by no means calm. Feathers and wings still beat against his face, he gripped the tag around his fingers and shielded his eyes.
Pressing with one hand against the floor he rose to his feet finally. His eyes moving from the floor to the projection screen in front of him…..
"Nigma…."
His eyes were dark, as his body ran with blood, soaking his skin and tainting the color. Was he enjoying this? The dark cloud swarmed around him, getting peck in toward his eyes every now and then causing him to bat them away. Dr. Crane moved quickly to the box that held the key to his freedom inside. He inspected it carefully before doing anything with it, trying to focus among the noise.
Drowned it out….push it out…breathe…
He tried to remind himself as he began to look at the tag to finally punch in the code. Making sure he got everything right he punched it in and waited for it to unlock.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2012 20:49:10 GMT -5
Edward grinned in his chair as he watched the scene unfold. The birds were certainly making a meal out of him. He chuckled as the man fell and crawled to the wall, clawing at it like it would open for him. There was no escape from whatever vision Jonathan was experiencing. Edward giggled in giddiness. It was completely fair! Jonathan deserved this. If anything he deserved so much more!
He had purposefully brought Edward into the nightmare of his past. He had purposefully drug him through all those memories, those nights that Edward had tried to push away, for his own sick obsession with fear. Jonathan was a terrible person, and Edward would have left him alone if he had not started it. For even if he was absolutely dreadful and annoying and frustrating and inconsiderate and insensitive and holds little interest in anyone’s personal feelings but his own and has no heart to care, Edward could have overlooked all of that because Jonathan was intelligent.
Edward held high respect for intelligence, but he held no respect for those who degrade him.
He knew Jonathan would escape this eventually. He hoped that he would, so then the man could forever dwell on the fact that Edward had exposed him for who he really was: a weak child. A very weak child.
Jonathan stood, and went after the bird with the code. It did not affect Edward. He had already won. The only thing that made him twitch and his smile hesitate was the fact that the bird was dead. He would have to find someway to explain that to Ozzy, but it was worth it in the end. Jonathan’s pure suffering was worth any price in his mind at the moment.
He saw Jonathan’s eyes lock with him on the screen and say his name. Edward tilted his head with a smile. “It certainly must be traumatic reliving a past where no one loves you and they only greet you with pain,” he taunted. He leaned onto his desk with pure smugness. “I’ll inform you on this fact: nothing has changed for you,” he noted, “You will always be a small boy, hiding.”
He chuckled softly. “We’ll I’m certain you can figure it out from here by yourself, and you will want to get back to the darkness that hides you soon. I won’t stop you. Enjoy the rest of your pathetic existence, Jonathan. Goodbye.” He turned off his camera and cameras on Jonathan. He sat back in his chair feeling proud. Fairness. It’s how life should be.
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