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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2012 23:35:10 GMT -5
Edward’s jaw locked as he watched the scene unfold in front of him. The touch, the gentleness, the absolute attention: it was all maddening. He bit his lip and pulled his eyes away as he listened to Jonathan’s request. He had never seen Jonathan so gentle with anyone. The Berlin wall he had up around his emotions made him cold and indifferent to every living being around him. Why was this Jonathan…almost sweet?
No, more importantly why was this bothering him so much?
He felt his features relax as his thoughts turned internally. When dealt with a puzzle he tried to set up a mathematical formula in attempts to get to the solution. Kindness equals affection. Jonathan plus kindness equals…
If Jonathan actually had affection for this girl, it could actually mean that the reason behind all of this was…not to get Edward’s attention. Edward might have merely dramatized it. The thought slapped him across the face, and he felt his heart clench in pain. Had it really not been about Edward? Did Jonathan really like her? His mind dance over all the clues that he could gather. The biggest one kept popping to the forefront of his mind: Jonathan allows her to touch him. He swallowed thickly and forced himself to look back up at Jonathan before he noticed anything a miss.
How could Jonathan like her?
It didn’t change anything. He would not allow Jonathan to do this to him. The only person who had control of his life was himself. He would not allow Jonathan to manipulate him like this.
Besides, he was choosing him over her. Edward’s lip kept in a tight firm line as Jonathan motioned towards the door. He tried to keep deaf ear to the child’s protest. She really was acting like a spoil kid who could not let go of their mother. He nodded to Jonathan and moved towards the room. His mind was far too troubled over the girl and the touching to worry about any hidden surprise Jonathan might have for him in here. As he entered, he took note to the bareness of the room. He pouted out his lips and shook his head. Jonathan sorely needed a decorating artist.
He moved toward the desk and leaned himself against it, his cane in both hands in front of him. He tapped his foot as he waited. The whole incident had taken ten minutes. He would have to hurry this up. He knew Jonathan wouldn’t be pleased with him, if a car went through his wall.
His eyes turned to Jonathan as he moved entered the room. “Are you always so kind to your chess pieces?” he asked with a taunting smirk. He hoped the reaction to the question would give him a better insight to what was really going on with the girl.
After all, Jonathan had already given him two important clues with his last statement to her.
One, her station was here.
Two, she was living here….
They both lead to different conclusions in his mind, but both conclusions made his mouth feel dry.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 3, 2012 11:52:44 GMT -5
He rested his hand to the back of Heather’s head after his hands slipped from her face. Dr. Crane took note of what she said but dismissed it as withdrawal. She would be alright for a few minutes. When she finally agreed He gave her a pat and VerMillion walk away toward her room.
He turned from Edward for only a moment to watch her walk away, making sure she was indeed going where she was supposed to. Turning his gaze back he caught Edward just as he was entering the room they were supposed to meet in. With a casual stride Dr. Crane headed to the room, moving passed his lab tables and various researches.
His eyes scanned over the doorframe as he approached it, the intensity of anticipation rising. Outwardly he controlled the sudden lump in his throat and walked into the doorway. He let himself linger in the frame for a moment bringing his gaze to Edward who was leaning against his desk. Edward caught his gaze from the doorframe and taunted him. They always did this dance in some form or another.
Was that what he thought? He was being kind to VerMillion? His touch to her face must have affected him in some way. He laughed and the thought for just a second fully moving into the room and shutting the door behind him. When the audible click was heard from the door coming to a close he moved away and came closer to Edward. “I kidnap her…twice. Use her for an experiment…. Hold her hostage…” He shook his head and exhaled slowly bringing his hand to his face to remove his glasses. “Your perception of kind is very distorted and warped.” With a small laugh he came to a stop in front of Edward.
He knew that Edward was talking about his last few moments with her of course, but they always had something to fire back at each other in this way. Besides, Dr. Crane was more interested in exactly why Edward had come, and now that he had him alone he fully intended to find out. “Now that we’re alone..” The doctor’s tone changed to a much darker, unsettling pitch. He wondered exactly how safe Edward felt being in his environment. The last time he was didn’t go so well for him. Remembering his nose was broken that night he decided to shake the thought and placed his glasses which he was still holding inside his jacket exposing several syringes in the pockets. Nothing that Edward wasn’t used to seeing.
“What have you come to say Edward?...and Why are you here?...” Dr. Crane asked a final time keeping a fair distance away from him. He was close enough just to keep things unsettling, as the ambience from the room began to raise and create tension. Within an arm’s reach anything could happen. Images of the last time they were within an arms reached flashed across his memory, the setting now wasn't so different. Staying composed, he simple stared forward at Edward trying to pry and answer from his eyes.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 3, 2012 12:09:40 GMT -5
The instant that Heather makes it into her room, she finds herself having to force herself not to turn right around and go back. What if Jon meant something different from brave toxin when he said 'what you want'? What if something stops him or delays him in giving it to her? What if he changes his mind? What if leaving this room is what would make him change his mind? It's the latter thought that makes her stay put.
Instead, she sits on top of her bed, pulling her legs up with her and holding them against her chest. And she tries to think happy thoughts - what else could he have meant? And he said it would be quick. Probably just a few minutes - she can wait that long. No problem! Trouble is, the withdrawals are insisting that she worry, and she can't help but comply. And that urge is only getting worse moment to moment, and what she's worrying about is becoming broader and broader...
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 13:19:00 GMT -5
Jonathan was dancing around the question again. Edward hardly found it surprising. He merely watched the man play with his glasses. He might have caught a glimpse of the syringes, but he cared little of them. He already knew their location. Jonathan was quick to get back onto business. He wondered for a moment if it was because he wanted to get near his girlfriend as soon as possible. The thought made him uncomfortable, maybe he should keep it from him. It felt similar to taunting a bear with a fish, and Edward always got a high from such a challenge.
He pushed himself up from the table and hooked his cane onto his arm to free both of his hands. "Do not attempt to belittle the accusation," he commented as he stepped closer to Jonathan closing the little space they had between him. His eyes stayed locked onto his blue ones, once again searching. "You and I both know that tension can come even from those you had toyed with in the past," he said causally as his hand went up to Jonathan's tie. A smirk danced along his face as he leaned in even more to say the next part, "After all, you should know from personal experience." He tightened Jonathan's tie on his collar almost choking him with it.
He let go of the tie and barely grazed his fingers on Jonathan's jacket before bring his hands back to his side. His one hand going into his pocket to get his candy. "But you want to focus on business. I am really not here on business I merely wanted to tell you something that I learned." he turned from Jonathan and walked right pass him to the couch. He took a seat, settling himself for a moment.
"I recently learned of the Schechter v US case, but that is it. So how has life been?" he asked with a smug expression. Either Jonathan would understand his riddle or he wouldn't. He had a feeling he probably wouldn't.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 3, 2012 17:15:56 GMT -5
Dr. Crane was always philosophically spoken. He’d rather look between the lines than directly at them, with everything. Simple because this was the way he looked at life. His mind took in such a different perception of everything in and around the world. A perception that was almost maddening, though he’d never outwardly admit it. It was a feeling that could drop him to his knees, such a beautiful realization.
The word accusation caught his attention. Edward was indeed bothered by how much attention he had paid to VerMillion. Before he had time to answer Edward closed any real space they had between themselves. Dr. Crane didn’t move, he wasn’t intimidated by him and had no reason to be. His eyes bore into him as he listened to him carefully, taking in every emotion he might try to hide.
His jaw tightened at the obvious meaning behind what he was saying. Dr. Crane opened his mouth to answer but stopped as his fingers went to his tie. His next words confused him for a moment just by the way they were said, something was coming. Just as he thought of it his collar tightened abruptly. Only a small wince was given from it and forced exhale. His fingers went up to his collar as Edward pulled away to sit down.
Adjusting himself back properly, he turned to him. For someone that wasn’t staying long he was making himself quite comfortable on Dr. Crane’s couch. He barely used it, only on the small occasion to rest his eyes and even then it was never long. Most of the time he slept completely by accident, which wasn’t welcomed nor wanted. If he could find a way to not sleep without the aid of drugs he would have done so a long time ago. But this was something that Edward never needed to hear, or anyone else.
The Shcechter vs. US Case….
Why was the name so familiar to him? And why did it bother him so much in the first place? His eyes narrowed at Edward suspiciously as he thought it over. He stayed silent as Edward asked his question barely hearing it at all. Instead his eyes faded back falling into a world of his own thoughts.
He was never one to keep too up to date on court cases from the past, but he did after he became a professional criminal. Mostly because he spent so much time in court at the asylum and eventually on the stand himself. What bothered him was that he couldn’t place where this one was from. It couldn't be recent…or he would have heard of it. Meaning Edward hadn’t recently heard of this ‘new’ case…His words had a double meaning…It was a Riddle. He recently learned of something, this much he could believe in, but what did this particular case have to do with it. His mind tossed the idea around trying to figure it out. He just couldn’t place the case, it must have happened some time ago. He thought about using the computer next to them to look it up quickly, however Edward would be quite displeased with that action, consider it cheating. Although he didn’t care very much about that fact, if he wanted to know anything about the ‘why’ behind it, it was best to play by the rules.
Why would Edward come just to give him a riddle…
How was his life? Dr. Cranes eyes jumped back into themselves, life suddenly appearing in them once more. What came next was an ice cold glare from his eyes. His life had certainly been filled with some…stresses. His debt to The Penguin had been hanging over him, his various obligations to a certain group had suddenly become a bit more intense, of course it was all worth it in the end. His plans were still moving along well. The only thing that could possibly disrupt them was…
Dr. Crane’s chin turned slightly, his posture turning a bit unstable as he advanced toward Edward sitting on the couch. He moved a knee up beside him when he approached and attempted to slip his hand to Edwards neck, squeezing just hard enough to be threatening. If he could he would press his head back with his hand until it was met with the wall on the back of the couch. He leaned in close and dared him to protest.
“What…have…you…done?...” He asked with dark intent behind his voice.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2012 19:08:49 GMT -5
Edward’s eyes watched Jonathan like an evil professor absorbing a rat. The way Jonathan’s eyes glazed over in thought was perfection and far too easy to read even with his brick wall covering his emotions. He had to give Jonathan enough credit to determine that the one simple statement was a riddle in itself. Though the man often spoke in riddles himself, so finding words to have a double meaning was not that surprising.
The real question was if Jonathan could remember the case, and then go the next step and relate the case to actual events that will occur in the future. It was all plausible and actually quite simple to accomplish, but Edward had learned a long time ago that people have difficulties solving even the easiest of riddles. People were stupid. He smirked at the man who was still lost in his own mind. Edward felt proud to know the man was worried enough of his possible actions that he was willing to put in enough thought into it.
He reached his hand into his pocket and undid the lollipop waiting for Jonathan to respond. He had accomplished his task, but he wanted to wait for a reaction from Jonathan. There was something about Jonathan’s reactions that pulled him to drag more of them out: the reactions were cracks in that wall of his.
As he placed the candy in his mouth, he looked up at Jonathan to see a glare. Before he could react the man had moved and tightened his hand around his throat. Edward bit down on the stick of his lollipop to hold it in his mouth as a large grin appeared on his face. The question proving he had basically figured it out.
He tilted his head slightly to the side as he rolled the candy in his mouth. The stick was mere centimeters away from Jonathan’s lips. “Now…that destroys the point if I give the answer,” he taunted as his hands wrapped around the length of his cane.
The squeezing sensation on his neck caused by the same man who had caused it to him the last time he felt it, made an uncomfortable feeling ride up. It was easy to push away, however, because he was so proud of this moment. “Hmm I see anger. What did you say anger stemmed from?” his smirk only grew.
He pushed towards the hold on his neck bringing himself closer to Jonathan. “Are you scared?” he chuckled at the question and kept his eyes on Jonathan’s before rolling them at the ridiculousness of them all. He didn’t like Jonathan threatening him though.
“Riddle me this, what happens to the kid who touches a hot stove?” he asked, the riddle having two answers. Before Jonathan could answer though, Edward slammed the top of his cane upwards hardly into Jonathan’s ulnar nerve.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 8, 2012 10:03:30 GMT -5
Dr. Crane kept his hold on Edward’s neck as he watched the grin come over his face. He could almost feel the stick from his sucker moving from one side to the other, it being so tauntingly close to himself. His focus was so much on him that he hadn’t noticed any movement around his cane at all. Edward wasn’t going to give him an answer as usual…
Dr. Crane’s eyes narrowed toward him giving him a threatening look. It wasn’t very often that anger could be pulled from Dr. Crane. It was possible but there were very few that could actually bring him to that point. Most of the time he was very calm and collected, not reacting unless something had happened or there was a need to do so. Edward was one of those few people that were actually able to bring him to leak that emotion.
In Dr. Crane’s mind this was a perfectly legitimate reason to have tensions rise. There was no doubt Edward had done something, always something to provoke him. It wasn’t the first time he had him in this position, hands wrapped around his throat, he could kill him if he wanted to. Right now however, the riddle he was just given was far too important to let Edward embrace oblivion. The thought of bringing him right up to the edge was always tempting. It felt like holding onto the back of his collar while he watched him standing on the edge of oblivion staring into its pit. The struggle was always beautiful to see…
Hearing Edward talk like that made him inhale deeply and clench his jaw to hold back whatever emotion he could. It was quickly countered by Edward beginning to meet his grip by pushing into it. Dr. Crane wasn’t going to answer Edward’s question, it was rhetorical, and it was ridiculous. Of course he wasn’t scared; Edward was the one who was caught by the throat. He had done it to get out of him whatever he was scheming, whatever he had done. It was too important to let go, he wouldn’t have the chance of this infuriating man messing up his plans.
Dr. Crane held his stare despite how dangerously close they were, it was only when he spoke the riddle did he go to make any movement at all. After a riddle like that the answer usually came in one form or another, he had seen this coming, though not quite in the fashion it was delivered. His grip let go of Edward immediately grunting outward in pain, as anyone would under such a sensitive area being hit. He staggered back and grabbed his elbow as a reaction. His back hit the door in the short room as he grabbed at his arm trying to steady the pain. The tingling sensation through his middle fingers starting to grow, he couldn’t bend them well.
Looking up from his elbow he kept his gaze now on Edward. “My mistake…” He spoke into an unstable laugh. “I should have known better…” An actual smile returned to his face now as the sensation still pricked and tingled through his fingers. His hand left from comforting his elbow and dipped into his coat pocket instead. “Than to corner a frightened animal…”
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2012 16:04:53 GMT -5
Edward chuckled as Jonathan hit the door in pain. Edward did not enjoy being threatened like a random thug on the street. Jonathan should know better by now. Ah, but like most children, they had to be repeatedly taught and scolded until they learned. He pushed himself off the couch brushing his suit off, as if the scuffle had stained it.
The laughing made him look back up at Jonathan. He frowned as the words continued out of his lips. His hand clenched around his cane. Jonathan certainly liked to push him. He supposed he enjoyed that about Jonathan. He always brought on a fun challenge that Edward would always meet and defeat him. He control he bought of anger though. He was running out of time to play this little game with Jonathan. He had given him the riddle, and he had seen this…..girl that had somehow caught his interest. He had accomplished what he was here to do. Ozzy would finish the rest. After all, the board had already been set.
“If you consider this cornered then you have seriously miscalculated the pieces on the board, Jonathan,” he said in a stern tone as he moved towards the door and closer to Jonathan. He then smiled at him, “While this has been…enjoyable, I must be on m-” He paused in his words, a huge pain hitting the forefront of his temple. His jaw locked, and he tried to control any outward response of the pain. It was the same type of headache that had hit him when he was speaking with Ozzy. It hit him like a wave and pounded against the inside of his skull.
He might be able to numb his pain in his leg through pure distraction of thought, but headaches…headache prevented thought. Gah, he would have to meet with a Doctor if this continued.
He swallowed thickly before continuing, “my way.” He waved at the door that Jonathan was blocking so the man could move.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 22, 2012 10:09:20 GMT -5
It was certainly a mistake on his part, threatening Edward the way he did. Somehow he knew he was going to be hurt, but that’s just the way it was between them. How could he resist when he was that close? Edward made it far too tempting to give into his darker desires for fear and torment. Not to mention that riddle that he had left him.
Edward had avoided the subject completely afterward. He had done something, at the moment he just couldn’t figure out what it was. There would be little reason for him to take the time to drive all the way out here just to pay a less than friendly visit. Unless it had all been to see VerMillion….She did seem to bother him. No, there was another reason, and Edward had just given him the bread crumbs to the answer. There would be little he could do about it now however.
Dr. Crane kept his hand wrapped around the object in his pocket ready to pull it on Edward if he advanced at any point while his elbow was still recovering. He listened to Edward’s jest and would have responded to it, but Edward continued. Watching him lift from the couch he slowly slipped it out of his pocket keeping it out of sight near his leg. Something was wrong…
Edward’s features had pulled, he had stopped mid-sentence, and it was very unlike him. The way his brows pulled, the skin around his eyes pressed together. Dr. Crane had studied far too much to not know what pain looked like, even if it was clearly repressed. Why was he in pain? A headache perhaps? Normally he would have been indifferent to such suffering, easily remedied with the right medication. Edward however, as he knew from experience refused to take any type of pain killer. It gave him a high tolerance to pain itself, but he could imagine any type of headache would bother him more than most types of pain. He was so very proud of his mind.
Dr. Crane side stepped him as he headed toward the door, removing his back from it and letting Edward head toward it. He didn’t like seeing Edward in pain for some reason, not pain he didn’t inflict. The feeling was odd and he didn’t like it very much, trying to shake it off with a cruel indifference to it. It didn’t last very long however as Dr. Crane expressed his views in the way he did best.
He let Edward Reach the door before he stepped behind him and threw him up against it from behind. Mostly he was just adding insult to injury, his revenge for being hit in the elbow. Edward’s pain was still in the forefront of his mind. Dr. Crane attempted to hold him there with his arm, not planning on keeping him there long. “So good to see you again Edward…” He whispered out as a high pitched humming sound came from behind Edward. He brought the circular pocket saw into the corner of Edward’s peripheral letting is run close to his face. The sound probably wasn’t helping his headache if that’s indeed what he had. “You should really let me take a look at whatever is ailing you…I am a doctor after all…” His words came out in a harsher whisper as he continued to spin the saw.
The sound stopped abruptly and he pulled it out of Edward’s sight, pressing his weight against him to move away from him. Dr. Crane backed up a few steps and slowed him to open the door and leave if he wished, knowing Edward was far too stubborn to let him take a look at him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2012 20:30:34 GMT -5
His hand went to the doorknob as Jonathan intelligently moved out of his way. With this oncoming headache, he really needed to be in his own home. But before he even had the chance to open the door, Jonathan slammed his body against it. He winced out of naturally reaction, though it was hardly painful. Compared to headache, there was no pain. His fingers clenched around his cane, as he shifted against the door. He took in a deep breath, as he felt Jonathan’s body press into him.
This was rather…uncomfortable. It was the best word he could come up with at the moment. He breath caught in his throat at he felt Jonathan’s words hit his skin softly. His mind automatically jumped to when they had last saw each other. His jaw locked in a strange mixture of shame and interest. He forced it to the side, as he tried to collect his thoughts, though he wondered for a moment if the incident had bothered him as well.
Luckily, a sound managed to chase away any previous thoughts. He saw a metal spinning blade coming near his face. He glared at it as he swallowed thickly. Wonderful…If only he could check the time. His henchman should be charging into the building soon. It would provide a reasonable distraction. His next words caused him to grunt. Gah, he had noticed! Since he already had a headache, he should just hit Jonathan in the head with his own, and then he could feel the same wonders. It would only be fair.
The sound stopped, and he felt his heart slow. He hadn’t even noticed it had picked up in that small amount of time. Edward’s frown deepened in annoyance as he was finally let free. He would not stand around and let Jonathan have another shot at his pride.
He pushed himself off the door and then brushed off his suit. “I would rather find a real Doctor then play pretend with you, Jonathan,” he remarked then opened the door. He paused for a second before going. “I’m certain the child you’re babysitting would be happy for the game,” he finished then walked out of the room. He didn’t smirk or look back at him. He truly just wanted to leave. A key sign to Edward’s anger levels could be deemed on him not gloating, and right now, he had no desire to rub Jonathan’s failures into his face.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 19, 2012 10:45:44 GMT -5
It had been in jest of course, throwing Edward to the door. They always had some way of doing this to each other and the other promptly returning the favor. That is just how it was when they met, two intelligent minds constantly at odds with each other. He had seen Edward with headaches before, but something was different about this one. A headache was enough to make one irritable and grumpy, but it wasn’t enough to change your demeanor towards someone completely.
Dr. Crane was versed enough in psychology to know the extent of what things normally caused. When it came to Edward, his knowledge was even more extensive into the personality. Something was clearly wrong with Edward. Dr. Crane stood back and let him open the door to leave. His taunting words were normal but only further confirmed his suspicions as they stopped right there.
Jonathan leaned his arm into the wall of the couch behind him as he watched Edward leave, he didn’t pursue him. He would have gained nothing from a response to him either, since he seemed to be ignoring his words. He wasn’t sure what was bothering Edward but it may have been a combination of things. Was VerMillion truly bothering him this way? It was quite a long way to come here just to tell him he had done something. The thought turned his mind into a darker direction, what could Edward have done that was so dire that he needed to show up for it? His eyes shifted for a moment to the computer but then back to Edward as he was leaving. No confidence in his step, no swinging of the cane, it was almost like he wasn’t Edward, and that really bothered him.
Maybe he had been affected rather drastically by that single night. These thoughts of concern for Edwards’s mental state and health were not there before. It just seemed like their whole understanding of each other had changed, yet it certainly didn’t seem to change the way they acted toward each other. Dr. Crane watched Edward leave the place almost as quickly as he came, a different air about him that he didn’t like. The fact that it was bothering him at all wasn’t sitting right with Dr. Crane; he needed to pull his thoughts from this.
His mind went back to the two insults Edward had left him with, the doctor one he paid no mind too, Edward knew he was a doctor and could perform very well. He had a good arm now to thank for that, but he had already given him quite a thank you…No he was focused more on the last thing he said about VerMillion. His gaze shifted out the door toward her room. She was still in the house wasn’t she? She was probably still going through the withdrawal of not having adequate amount of toxin in her veins. Taking his mind off of Edward for the moment he walked through the door into the main room, sliding his tool back into his lab coat.
Walking through the lab he opened a drawer and grabbed an already ready, brightly red colored syringe laying inside. Uncapping it he didn’t stop his stride toward VerMillions bedroom to meet her, walking into the hall and stopping at her door. His fingers laced around the doorknob without knocking and opened it to see her.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jun 19, 2012 12:09:55 GMT -5
Time drags on at a snail's pace for Heather as she sits and waits, having to continuously talk herself through each moment. Having gone through this before, she knows a bit about what's going on in her head: her brain, used to having the drug, is overreacting to the shortage of it. Since it was preventing her from feeling fear, the little bit of worry now able to afflict her is amplified a lot. She just plain really feels like she ought to worry, and in the absence of a specific target her mind is grasping at anything and everything that might be a suitable focus for the invasive emotion.
At first her worries hover around the idea that somehow she won't end up getting the brave toxin that she wants so much right now. But though that worry is powerful, she's able to keep herself relatively calm about it - she knows that her mind is going haywire right now and that she shouldn't take any of this seriously. However, as time passes the worry gets stronger and the number of things that come to mind to worry about increase.
But though she's doing just fine for awhile, there comes a moment when she remembers that the Riddler is a very dangerous man - that's different from the other worries that have come to mind before for several reasons. First of all, unlike many of her worries it's a very immediate thing - the man is not merely out there somewhere, he's talking to Jon in the other room. Second, unlike several of her other worries, the consequences of that could be very severe; while she wants the brave toxin very badly and is afraid of not getting it, she's also fully aware that aside from some unpleasantness she'll be just fine even if she doesn't get it.
Third, being shut up in this room means that she not only has no way to check and see if she even ought to worry, she's also without much means to reassure herself that everything will turn out fine regardless. When she's had to cope with these withdrawals before, she always insisted on being in the same room with Jon, even if that means that she sits huddled in the corner of the lab while he ignores her and works. While she has plenty of questions and doubts about why he does it, she knows that he's very protective of her and would stop many of the terrible things that she's worried about if they did in fact happen. And the mere fact that he's so totally calm at all times simply helps cement the idea that what her logic says about all this freaking out being totally unnecessary. She doesn't have that at all now - the closest she has is the quiet rattle of Bobby's hamster wheel. But what would a hamster know about when you should freak out?
So when she fully realizes that Jon's talking to such a dangerous person even as she's sitting there waiting, she nearly leaps off the bed to go run to him. What stops her is that she also remembers just how totally useless she would be if in fact something was happening - she'd only make things worse, most likely. Fortunately, it isn't very long after that when she remembers that Jon is a pretty dangerous person himself and can probably handle it. Probably. Actually she figures that means that he's less likely to get himself killed, but the situation is also much more likely to get messy.
She finds herself pacing back and forth in her room, telling herself repeatedly that he'll be fine. He will! He's probably talked to the Riddler dozens of times and he's still alive, right? Right! Now if she could just get her emotions to believe it... She pauses by the door a few times, eyeing the knob, but she keeps reminding herself that leaving, even just to discreetly check on them, would more likely than not make things worse. Yes, waiting in here is definitely the best thing, no matter how hard it is.
It seems like an eternity before she hears the doorknob turning and watches worriedly until the gap in the door is wide enough to see that it's Jon, and that he appears to be quite intact. "Jon, you're okay!" she exclaims, and is unable to stop herself from immediately rushing to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She knows that he'll probably promptly push her away again, but she needs that physical proof that he's here and perfectly fine even if it's just for a moment. "I mean I knew that you would be, but I was worried..." she adds in a rush, hoping that he'll understand. She shudders and her grip tightens at the thought of what she'd worried about. Her relief is so great that she even missed noticing the syringe in his hand - getting more brave toxin is actually quite far from her mind at the moment.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 21, 2012 13:12:33 GMT -5
Dr. Crane’s mind was still wrapped around the incident that just happened with Edward despite his attempts to dismiss it. Why did he have to come and do this in this way? The fact that he kept finding out where he lived was enough to bring slight annoyance, but after all these years he was becoming quite use to Edward somehow showing up.
Many things went through his mind about the incident, but all of his questions would be answered eventually. There was only a small amount left to set up before his grand plan could take place, then everyone would know the perfect truth behind it all and Dr. Crane would have all the answers he needed. After all, Edward had invited the nightmare.
Dr. Crane cracked the door opened slowly not caring if she was in the middle of anything. The thought just hadn’t occurred to him that she was ever doing much without him. He just seemed to barely get the door open before he was rushed and taken by surprise. In the now open doorway her arms wrapped around his waist. Dr. Crane stood for a moment, his left hand hovering while his right held the syringe away from her. At first he didn’t know how to immediately react.
He stood there like a zombie as she spoke, his eyes sinking back into a darker place. The touch made him extremely uncomfortable, especially in this way. It wasn’t the first time she had hugged him, but it was usually met with a quick shove away. The same was done with anyone that thought they could touch him. This display of affection never appealed to him nor made any sense to him. It was just the human way of trying to display an emotion that didn’t truly exist. His mind turned to thoughts of everyone that actually had tried to convey the emotion to him.
As it pooled over in his mind he brought his right hand to VerMillion’s side and pushed her backward to make her let go. “I’m fine, Edward was just here to talk” He stated simply in response to her worry. Edward had come here just to talk, but he still highly doubted that was all he had come here to deliver. Lowering the syringe to her eye level he tapped it with his fingers expecting a response. She really had become quite addicted to the substance. It was difficult to determine which way he preferred her to be. It was always an excellent way of manipulating her.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jun 21, 2012 14:34:15 GMT -5
As expected, Jon's hand is quick to push her away and Heather reluctantly complies with it's movements if only because she knows that he'd win the shoving match if she tried to insist. She looks up at him, still able to match his gaze without difficulty - she's in an odd sort of between state at the moment, unable to feel intimidated even as she's unable to keep her extreme worry in check. Which is why his statement actually increases her anxiety.
"Talk? What about? What's going on?" she asks instantly and rapidly, the relief that had been on her face instantly shifting back to worry as her mind quickly runs off in all directions. The Riddler talking to Jon could mean anything, and she has no trouble at all thinking of several possibilities that would be truly terrible. Fortunately, it's right about then when she spots the brave toxin in Jon's hand, and the intensity of her expression eases somewhat - it reminds her that all these intense emotions are just due to the withdrawals, and that the drug that can fix that is right here.
She takes a deep breath to steady herself, but her eyes shift back to Jon right after. That in and of itself is a bit unusual - normally when she's in withdrawals, though her mind may wander from the drug that will make all these feelings go away and onto something else, she's extremely quick to latch back onto it if reminded. But then again, normally she's worried about abstract things - that bad things will happen even though there's absolutely no sign of anything. But the Riddler's visit is possibly a sign and as such her mind won't let go of it while she's in this state.
"He didn't give you a riddle, did he?" she asks, still trying to remain calm and only mostly succeeding. That is perhaps a worst case scenario when it comes to having a talk with the Riddler that doesn't result in someone getting hurt. She may have only just barely met the man, but she is quite familiar with his M.O. after reporting on him so much - he's always been rather good at doing things that make the news. So she's quite familiar with the man's compulsion to give people some sort of cryptic warning before he does anything terrible to them.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
Registered On: Feb 15, 2012 20:39:14 GMT -5 ~
Posts: 941
~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
~ Partner: Fear
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 28, 2012 17:56:43 GMT -5
When he had said that Edward had just come to talk he didn’t really want to expand on it. After all that is ‘part’ of the reason why they did want to speak privately. Some things that were said between them VerMillion just didn’t need to hear. She also lacked the capability to understand most of what was going on between them. This was to no fault of her own; they didn’t have any sort of friendly relationship. No one did with him.
Dr. Crane lowered his hand with the syringe as she began to speak again. He noted that she didn’t even seem to desire it anymore. Instead her feelings were showing concern….concern…for him? Her voice was rather shaken, her posture was nervous. This could be purely medical; she was experiencing withdrawals from the brave toxin so naturally fear would be intensified for her. The reactions were so fascinating, finally he was able to study it up close. What he couldn’t wrap his mind around was the fact that she seemed to ignore her fix, and focus on what had happened.
Dr. Crane studied her features carefully, staying silent after her first question. His eyes locked with hers but he didn’t say a word. Instead his eyes bore into her soul trying to pull the answers from her mind with his own. Telling her the details of what was truly going on wouldn’t help the situation. He had no desire to tell her for that matter. What was between Edward and him needed to stay that way, at least in this situation. The beautiful truth to come had yet to be revealed.
His mind wandered back to Edward with that thought. Everything he had set up so far, turning the gears and putting them in motion. All of this time and effort he had put into this plan and Edward shows up at his door? For what seems to be no apparent reason at all. Dr. Crane knew Edward Nigma better than that, there was a reason…a very specific reason. Determining what that was would be the challenge. Was this Edward’s paranoia?..Or…
He caught her sudden attention to the syringe in his hand. VerMillions body language seemed to ease and his deep focus from her had broken. It was so easy to grab his attention when anxiety filled the room. It gave him a sense of belonging, the only truth the world has ever known in that one perfect state of mind. His finger tapped the side of the syringe but made no move to give it to her as she continued to show him her concern with her words instead of her body language.
The Riddle that Edward had indeed given him still littered his mind. Dr. Crane nodded slowly and pushed passed her, only touching her shoulder lightly as he did to move further into the room. He walked forward a bit and looked at how the room had changed. His shoe had ran over a light shirt and moved it to the side. Clothes littered the floor, the bed was unmade, and things had cluttered the various desks in the room. It wasn’t the neatest kept room but he couldn’t say he was the best housekeeper. The room had changed from what it was before, his dark room where most of his work outside of the lab took place. Where his patients would experience their greatest fears. Instead of the blood stains that had once littered the walls, there were several black and white posters of various things he didn’t care to recognize. He turned to the side to see ‘The Bobby’ running on his wheel mindlessly as animals and the general populace often did.
“Yes…He did…” He finally replied to her with his back turned. The Riddle pressed at him over and over in his mind. Why couldn’t he recall this specific case? It couldn’t be new…It must not have been that important to his line of work. Why would he pose it to him at all? “He said that he just found out about the Schechter vs. US case..and nothing more afterward. I have my suspicions of what he has done, but I cannot recall this specific case off hand.” He explained to her lifting the syringe from his side slightly and turning back to face her. Edward had done something…The smug look that riddled his face was enough to prove that he had. Dr. Crane swallowed thinking the worst about it, he wasn’t scared…no…He just needed to be prepared for the worst.
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