Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Jul 3, 2013 9:07:41 GMT -5
Jeremiah beset Jonathan with his attention, though he gave Heather a cursory glance. He felt guilt that she had to be bored. Again to be standing in the same room as himself and Jonathan was probably not pleasant. The man’s opinion of him was irritating, wrong with its origins, and for Jeremiah it grew more absurd the more he had to witness it. Yet he’d come to accept it. After ten years without the other party willing to offer slack what else could he do? Besides it opened his eyes. Every single time he spoke to Jonathan his eyes opened more and more. To who and what? His secret, but he expected it was oh so obvious to Jonathan. The man enjoyed taunting him enough. He offered him no reaction to his words and as if finished with him he turned to his son.
He reached in his pocket and extracts a ring of keys. “Here,” he alerted Nathaniel. “My keys. The one behind the Land Rover key is the one to my office. Hat rack is where you’ll find the key to the research room. It has a blue covering.” He threw them to his son.
Nathaniel caught them and nodded with a smile, “Mom will be coming in soon, I’ll just leave these with her when I’m done. She can give them back to you.” He smiled and glanced at his father. Jeremiah wasn’t panicking now. Jonathan knew he had family and he was sure he’d probably discerned that his wife was also a doctor. He just nodded and turned back to the cell as his son’s footsteps grew more and more distant. His face was blank as he looked to Jonathan.
“Are you aware of how droll you sound,” he asked him with a roll of his shoulders. “I’m quite finished with you if you choose not to listen to a word I say. I’ve repeated myself more than once that I simply need someone to treat you until I return from a conference. I am still your doctor, but if you decided to selectively ignore that, I see where your focus was.” He stepped up to the cell and pressed his hand flat against the bars. “If all you have to fill the air with is hot air from your cute little accusations then I’m done with you, though I’m touched you’ll miss me and that the thought of being transferred disturbs you starkly.” Because he knew Jonathan. Ten years and Jonathan was wrong. You learned a lot about a man. The subtle signs and Jonathan being so unaffected. He might as well have been looking through a clear window for how well he could see him.
He tilted his head, “I think I’ve been spoiling you with all my attention. It’s high time you were weaned for a little bit. Will it burn I wonder? Of course it will and you’ll grit your jaw and suffer because you could never show an ounce of what you were really thinking to the world. Who is more foolish, Jonathan, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?” He left that there before he turned to VerMillion. “Observations on you prove you to be no threat to my guards or staff. You’ll be granted your choice of group or solitary meals. Recreation time will be open to you. You’ll be assigned a psychiatrist by court recommendation to evaluate you to its parameters. We are just waiting on that order and such a process can take anywhere from five to fourteen business days depending on the load of the court. I’ll do my best to be assured that you are given privileges to be sure that you are kept solely in your cell.”
He dropped his hand his eyes flickered to Jonathan, “Unlike Jonathan would have you believe I do not run a death camp or punish those who are undeserving. Jonathan has earned his loss of privileges himself. I don’t just sit behind my desk plotting way to make things hard for him. You’ve been around him. He’s quite stubborn isn’t he,” he smiled lightly, “marches to the beat of his own drum. So unique and yet, he makes things hard for himself.” He sighed and shook his head. “Are there any final questions, if not…I will tell the head of security that you’re prepared to be moved from holding to your individual cells until further notice or for Jonathan, when I said you'd be moved to his usual cell in Intensive Treatment.” He'd stated questions, not comments, but he was expecting Jonathan would have some final remarks. The man always had to have the last words.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
Player: Jon ~
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~ Relationship Status: Won't Say I'm In Love
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 10, 2013 21:55:39 GMT -5
Dr. Crane simply let his head lean back against the wall as he mentioned a wife. He would have smiled but VerMillion decided to lean against him instead. His body stiffened at the unwarranted touch, but it wasn't as if he was able to move away from it. It wasn't hard to believe that if he had children he had a wife and her being a doctor, possibly even here at the asylum was even better. Dr. Arkham had set himself up perfectly to fall and if he kept this secret from him meant he kept it a secret from everyone. But now Dr. Crane knew the information....and every man had their price, even if money was simply paper to him a valuable offer didn't have to come in currency form.
But when the boy was done talking and Dr. Arkham started in his eyes simply redirected to his. His posture didn't change, he let him finish his little speech. Dr. Crane wasn't one to interrupt all of his false pew of lies he had to infect the room with. Perhaps it was just hot air that surrounded him, but every time he saw the man it was like a reflection that reminded him of every might have or could have been. It was he that should have been leaning over and punishing Dr. Arkham for all of his faults.
When his attention pulled to VerMillion his hands curled in the chains. He was left to ponder what he said but it didn't take long to establish the answer. Both were rooted in the same thing, so it didn't make a difference and if Dr. Arkham was trying to compare him to those analogies then it just further showed that he had no idea what he was talking about.
He would deny that VerMillion's special privileges boiled him to the core.
But it was Dr. Arkham's lies that would cause him to bark back. "Yes VerMillion, the man before you is told to say everything he just did, ethically he would never treat a client like that. To a consumer and possible rehabilitant as he sees you in his eyes he can't risk moving you back into the world with the real experience he'd have me have." He paused but suddenly jerked in his chains. "But for those like me, there is no glimmer of the false human aspect of "hope", so this is how you show your "love" for your work?" He laughed darkly, letting it roll from his chest and waver in his chains. "He wonders why I've stopped listening.....But it's only because he never started....The evidence is written in blood in solitaries walls." He took a deep breath but continued before Dr. Arkham could interrupt. "And he will tell you that it is them not him....But then who's asylum is this?"
Dr. Crane relaxed his body after he asked the question and finally let his eyes turn up to the ceiling. He wasn't watching either of them anymore, but more going on to philosophy with himself. "It is fear that drives a man to lock another in with his own voice to offer "comfort" or solace..So why don't you just skip the inevitable middle man Dr. Arkham....And just put me in there yourself?" His eyes finally crawled back down the walls and met his, with nothing but cold seriousness behind them. He wasn't about to let VerMillion believe that that was even a remotely small amount of truth to his promise of comfort.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jul 12, 2013 12:11:02 GMT -5
Normally it really bothers VerMillion when Jon goes all stiff at her touch. She always forgets that he does that until it happens again, and when it happens it feels like rejection - if he really cares about her, shouldn't he be okay with her touch? Shouldn't he actually welcome it? But at the moment she can't bring herself to care too much - she doesn't feel very pleasant and Jon will shortly be taken from her, so he can just deal with it.
Though she does shift slightly when Dr. Arkham finishes talking to his son and Jon about things she doesn't really care about and actually speaks to her. Not enough to actually look at the man speaking to her, but enough to indicate that she's paying attention. She doesn't bother to comment on the list of privileges - they could give her everything, but they won't give her the one thing she really wants. No, he's about to be taken from her.
Then Jon replies instead... she loves the way he talks. Even if he's pretending to talk to her when he's really only talking for Dr. Arkham's benefit. She's going to miss the sound of his voice - she did when she was locked up in the Penguin's prison, and also even when he got really focused on his research and spent too many hours at once on it. Though she almost has to wonder how much harder it will be to be away from him this time. It sounds like she's going to be treated well here, at least, and though she knows that she'll miss Jon rather deeply there are other aspects of being around him that are difficult on their own.
Nevertheless, she finds herself sighing again and quietly murmuring, "We're going to miss you..." Because that's the only thing that she hasn't said yet that she feels any real need to say right now. The only other thing would be to perhaps repeat just how much she hates this, but what's the point?
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
Player: Jere ~
Registered On: Mar 26, 2012 22:05:58 GMT -5 ~
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Jul 17, 2013 4:32:07 GMT -5
Jeremiah had comes to terms with Jonathan knowing he had children and a wife and if it affected now, he hid it. Of course Jonathan would use it against him, of course Jonathan now knew something he did indeed keep from the majority of his staff. For all they knew he and Dr. Graves had an on and off again relationship if any at all. Jonathan only thought he’d set himself up to fall, but Jeremiah had thought on it. Nathaniel could care for himself, Jonathan didn’t even know what Isaiah looked like or where he even lived with his family—at least if he did, Jeremiah wasn’t aware of it. And he’d take that ignorance. If Jonathan had known, he suspected he also know by now. Stealthy as Jonathan was, he loved showing the elder man just what he knew over him. He’d have taunted with the information by now had he had it. So was he really that concerned? No. And he wouldn’t be until he knew he had to be. Worrying over the future of things that had not come to pass was a waste and only lead to exhaustion and fatigue that were unneeded. That was the downfall of many doctors.
He wouldn’t lie, however. He also enjoyed the chase Jonathan offered him. To outsmart him, to triumph. That was always their game. Jonathan would believe Arkham’s words to be convoluted and filled with falsities and Jeremiah would believe Jonathan brilliant but misguided. Perhaps he was a reflection to Jonathan of what could and might have been for him, but he’d not shattered that mirror for him. He wasn’t standing there to be conscious tease to him. He’d never punished Jonathan unduly of his own accord and thus Jonathan could gnaw at his anger. He had no one to blame but himself. If he truly wanted to be angry with anyone he should have been at himself, at the jury that convicted him on circumstantial evidence. There was not there to have convicted him without a doubt, but they had. They had because that was people did with things they didn’t understand. They cast it out and locked it up or they tried to kill it. Jeremiah believed Jonathan too brilliant for death and so he’d saved him. He’d done what he done out of compassion for the man. Jonathan would always have his respect, even if he also gained more and more of the older doctor’s distain now. And he’d not been comparing Jonathan to his light and dark analogies. Honestly he’d just said to them to grate against his nerves.
Sometimes they just had to be petty didn’t they?
He didn’t even give Jonathan a glance when he began to speak. Instead he just smirked and let Jonathan spew his own pew of lies. When he was finished Jeremiah chuckled, “I am told to say all I did, I made that rule, after all. I gave Jonathan the same spiel when he was first brought here as an inmate. You, however, aren’t inmate. You’re a patient. And in fact, I am hoping to release you back into the world. That is always the hope. You’re not serving a life sentence and if Jonathan would refrain from picking apart the guards’ and orderlies’ minds and focused on his treatments perhaps life would be easier for him here.” He had removed his hands from the bars and was now gently clasping them together. “I did not pass your life sentences, Jonathan,” he finally addressed him again, “that would be the judge. And as for my never starting, I appreciate your words so much too and aren’t you right?” He shrugged. “This Asylum is mine. I make the rules, I expect my staff to follow the rules. When they don’t they’re let go. If any of my staff has ever done you wrong, Jonathan…they don’t see you again now do they? Or are you not paying attention? A bit too obsessed with what best to say next to see if it makes me twitch?”
Jeremiah crossed his arms, but his voice next held no offense. “Would you like to audit the judge, tell him you’d like your sentence appealed? You were already claimed guilty when I was able to step in, the judge wanted to give you nothing of comfort or solace, not even here. But I’m sure death row is even better. Blackgate is beautiful this time of year I hear.” He then spoke again to VerMillion. “Ms. Glass…if Jonathan would like to behave and you are cooperative as well, I will get you time to be together if you’d like. I might be able to find a way so you won’t miss him as much, but I believe that’s more up to Dr. Crane than yourself. I have no doubt you’ll be a model patient once your diagnosis is known. I will do all I can to be sure you won’t be transferred from Arkham. I don’t want to separate you actually.” Jonathan could think himself serious, think that Jeremiah’s vows were incorrect but the plain and simple fact was that they weren’t.
He turned away from the cell. “Now I’ll go and retrieve the key to the cell and I’ll give you your request, Jonathan. I’ll escort you to Solitary myself since you asked so nicely.” He began to walk away, knowing that he would be gone no more than a quarter of an hour at most.
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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 Aug 11, 2013 12:49:32 GMT -5
The philosopher was beginning to become irritated with his far too long time rival. Luckily for him, he was an incredibly patient man and always waited until just the right time to make something happen. He had noticed when VerMillion spoke and for a moment his attention to the doctor broke. Did she just announce that she was going to miss him? Not only that she was going to miss him, but that both of them were?
It was no secret to him that she had some sort of delusional feelings for him. They couldn’t possibly be genuine in nature but both of them having the same thought on wanting him around was still more interesting under the surface than it was on the outside. He knew that there was something deeper rooted within under all that flame. No, saying she was going to miss him was quite different. In fact, Dr. Crane wasn’t sure he had ever heard someone say it before to him with that much raw geniality in their voice. He was aware that even the brightest colored animals still had their ways of hiding what they were truly doing. But the entire subject was going to have to be looked into. With everything that had gone on it was impossible to get her alone for any length of time to actually study her.
His eyes had gone back and forth at that moment and then stared straight through her to the hard cement wall. This place was very different compared to his cell but he was still used to it. The walls had their various cracks from wild patients, he was sure he had contributed to several in this very room. The doctor was becoming lost in his thoughts even as Dr. Arkham began to speak again. It was the same droll on and on he was sure, but right now there was only one color on his mind and it was beginning to run the walls around him. Dr. Crane suddenly jolted like something had dropped into his lap and his eyes came back into focus. He caught the tail end of what was discussed last and turned his head to VerMillion.
His thoughts were jumbled into a mess he needed to straighten out, but Dr. Crane always knew what to say, because he hardly spoke. There was a rattle of the polished chains that held his feet and hands in binds as if he was trying to reach out to her in some method that he couldn’t. “You’re not a patient here.” He gruffed out from his suddenly dry throat. “I cannot say for certain what they are going to do to you, but I can only assume to spite me Dr. Arkham will do exactly as he said.” His mind rattled and try not to stray too far from the point that he was trying to get to. But VerMillion was making that very difficult just being there after what she said….But he always knew what to say. The gravity of his current situation was settling in quickly and despite his lifeless demeanor he was slowly beginning to fidget. He could hear the footsteps down the hall, calling him back to that place. “VerMillion” He spoke her name softly. “Don’t let them forget you’re not a patient” He spoke to her sternly in that moment with an attitude that was far too serious. They could forget about him but he didn’t want them to forget that VerMillion was here because they could forget about him.
When Dr. Arkham came back Dr. Crane was unlocked and taken out of the cell. At first he was compliant but he saw the look in VerMillions eyes as he was carried away. It was clear she wasn’t pleased by the idea…and what she said earlier…..
Dr. Arkham carried him by himself with his hand to the back of his neck and the other to his hands. Once VerMillion was out of sight and he had his focus back he tried to rip out of his hands. The orderlies that were around suttered and stammered around as the doctor and owner of the asylum had just gotten into a scrap. But they knew he could handle himself. It wasn’t the first time Dr. Crane and Dr. Arkham had went at it in the hall. But this time, Dr. Arkham already had the upper hand. Suddenly, he got Dr. Crane by the shoulder and slammed him to the wall asking him to comply or he would have to sedate him.
The moment his back hit the wall he could hear the low pound it made echo through the hall. He could just barely see the edge of VerMillion’s cell at that point, who knew when was the next time he was about to see anything. Dr. Crane lifted onto the balls of his feet and stretched up in his grip as if he could climb backwards up the wall if he wanted to. He wanted his skin to split, he felt like his skeleton was about to burst through his body and roar to the ceiling in this asylum. HIS asylum.
But Dr. Arkham had that hold on him and kept it there until he finally calmed. Slowly, he was let up from the wall and taken into the dark.
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Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Aug 14, 2013 16:43:36 GMT -5
Again VerMillion doesn't really respond to Dr. Arkham. She suspects that, like Jon, he's only pretending to talk to her and his words are really being said for Jon's benefit. And she doesn't really care about what her status in the asylum is or whether or not she's a candidate for release - all thoughts of anything like that are so far removed from her world now that he might as well be talking in a foreign language. She doesn't care at all about her legal standing or what some judge thinks about her. And not her parents either.
Her attention is more grabbed when Dr. Arkham adds that she might have a chance to see Jon later, but mainly because she just can't ignore that fact. But she knows instantly that whatever the specific details of that turn out to be, it won't be the same as being free with Jon. What would they do? Stand there quietly? Perhaps they'd talk a little, but the results would be unsatisfactory to say the least. Which is why, besides giving Dr. Arkham a little more of her attention, she does nothing about it. It sounds like it's really up to Jon whether or not it happens anyway, and not her.
What catches her attention far more is Jon's words, if only because it's Jon who is saying them. "I know..." she replies very quietly, "I'll be fine. And I'll look after Heather. You don't need to worry about us." And there's a hint of amusement in her tone as she says that last bit. She knows that Jon will deny feeling any such thing, but she can't help but be at least a little amused whenever she suspects someone is scared. And she has no idea why he'd be worried about whether or not she's a patient. She doesn't really care whether or not they call her one or whether or not it's even true. Is she crazy? Probably. Could they fix that? Maybe. Who knows? Either way it will be fine because she's certain that somehow they'll end up being reunited with Jon.
She doesn't leave his side until the door is unlocked, getting up from the bench so as to be out of the way. When the door is closed again she steps to the front of the cell so that she can watch as Jon is taken away. Though she has far too much confidence and hope about this situation to cry over it, the rare emotion of sadness covers her face as he's taken out of her sight. She has no fear about what will happen while they're apart, but she'd much rather stay with him. Even if it meant going into solitary with him. ...Though she supposes that would defeat the purpose of the place.
But those thoughts are interrupted when she hears the sounds of a scuffle taking place just outside of her sight. She can't tell what's going on, though given the timing she suspects that it's Jon and Dr. Arkham, and after a moment the voices she can hear confirm her suspicions. And she also can guess how the fight is going - though she's seen Jon fight enough times to not underestimate him, he's restrained and this isn't his first fight of the day so the odds are stacked rather heavily against him. But the fact that he's fighting anyway causes her to smirk. Not that she's taking it as another sign of fear, but just because.
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