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 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
~ Character Profile
|
|
Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Oct 8, 2013 23:34:25 GMT -5
Jeremiah’s lips tilt into a smile. “You really believe this place is better,” he asks, but upon really thinking about it, he can only imagine where Jonathan had had them located before they were brought here. So he finally nods, “Nevermind, I think I can fathom why though that doesn’t make your compliment any less uncommon to hear.” He’s had more than one compliant and seen the effects it’s had on people. So maybe it’s less this environment that’s affecting Heather, but more that it’s aggravating it.
He takes that into note as he wonders just want Heather could have gone through before being brought here. He looks at VerMillion and after a moment. He touches the intercom on his desk. “Tell the orderly who brought Ms. Glass, that I will escort her to her room,” he says before shutting it off. He comes to VerMillion’s side. “That is if you don’t mind.”
He doesn’t think himself vain for assuming that she probably doesn’t mind and pushes the door open for her. “Ladies first,” he offers.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Oct 9, 2013 3:34:28 GMT -5
Though Dr. Arkham doesn't ask exactly where they were hiding, it really isn't a secret. Not any more, anyway - when vigilantes find your hideout you're stupid to return to it immediately, if ever. Whenever she and Jon get out of this place they'll need to find a new hideout - which she'll take as a positive since she has a very hard time trying to think of any location that would be worse. "It was in the sewer," she explains with a laugh, "Don't ask me why - Jon's idea." True, it was a section that's mostly empty and abandoned, but it's still not a pleasant place at all. As she said, it's even less pleasant than here.
Of course, that's from VerMillion's perspective. If you were to ask Heather, she'd still prefer the sewer because not only was Jon with her, but it was quieter. The asylum is a buzz of activity and, though her individual cell is quite quiet inside, there's lots of interruptions on the form of meal times, rec times, etc. All these attempts to make the asylum less like a jail are rather overstimulating. They're not making her worse by any means, but they are limiting the amount of time in her day she's comfortable taking over from VerMillion.
She sighs lightly to herself when Dr. Arkham's words to whoever on the intercom basically indicates that she has to get up. But she's so comfy and relaxed! Oh well, she supposes that had to end sometime. His words cause her to smirk as she stands, though, and she comments, "I'd have thought I'd made it obvious how I feel about doing things with you." A true statement in every way it could be interpreted. She leads the way out as he holds open the door, but immediately pauses in the hallway - all she knows about Jon's cell is that Poison Ivy said it was in 'Intensive Treatment'. And she hasn't the slightest idea where that might be.
|
|
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 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
~ Character Profile
|
|
Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Oct 21, 2013 22:22:42 GMT -5
A sewer? Didn’t that sound like Jonathan? Yes, it did completely. Jeremiah, however, did not inquire anymore about it. He simply nodded and smiled, “That explains a lot,” he said with a laugh. Of course he knew their hideout would change, you never tried to stay in one place too long being a criminal, lest you be tracked down by the police, Batman, or any of the latter’s family of vigilantes or friends. Yet beyond that, it’s now not question as to why Arkham is a better place than that.
For Jeremiah, however, he stands on the side of Heather. Though he’d yet to spend any time in a cell to really think about it, the complaints are always the same. The asylum is busy. Despite structure and the attempts to make it seem more fluid the fact is that the asylum can be too busy and give too much energy to some patients. That was his worry and though he’s not aware that Heather indeed sees why he apologized for being there, he is still of the opinion that he’d rather be anywhere and anything than in Arkham Asylum as a patient, voluntary or not. He’s glad he has the choice to go home every night.
Yet his mind is not on those sorts of thoughts, instead he follows VerMillion out the door and only stops walking when she does. “I’ll lead the way from here,” he nods to her and begins to walk again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Oct 22, 2013 5:26:43 GMT -5
According to Maslow's hierarchy of needs, when a person's most basic needs are met that causes their attention to turn to higher and higher needs until they reach the point of focusing on the need to achieve their highest potential. But in VerMillion, it doesn't quite work that way. Oh, she has the same basic needs as everyone - well, except she doesn't exactly have a need to seek safety, as she doesn't see why it's important to have it and wouldn't be able to tell when she has it anyway - but she doesn't have a strong drive to go out there and be the best she can be. People do that sort of thing out of fear that they're wasting their life and that they'll die never having done anything that really matters, after all. She, on the other hand, sees no reason why she shouldn't simply enjoy the fact that she has no problems during those points. Which is why, as she walks beside Dr. Arkham as he leads her to her new cell, she feels no particular need to talk to him. Up to this point, she's really only had one major need not being met - the unsatisfied desire to know that someone really cares about her. She may not be able to fear dying alone or anything like that, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't feel happier when she's close to someone and the absence of that when she isn't. Oh, she suspects that Jon cares about her, and could cite evidence, but it's still not an absolute certainty. Going even further and trying to determine if that feeling is deep enough to satisfy her when she can't even be sure that it exists in the first place would just be impossible. Dr. Arkham, on the other hand, was all too eager to show in action and word that she matters to him on a rather... satisfying level. Therefore, she finds herself to currently be about as perfectly content with life as a person is capable of being. More content than she's ever been actually. And it shows in her movements as she walks along - there's a spring in her step, a slight smile on her face, and they don't get very far before she's humming a happy tune to herself. One that Dr. Arkham might recognize, since La Donna è Mobile is a famous enough tune that most people would even though very few know the context of it - which happens to be a little ironic - though VerMillion didn't choose it for its meaning but for it's happy beat that perfectly reflects her mood at the moment. She doesn't pay much attention to where they're going as she walks - truth be told, it doesn't really matter that much to her. In this mood she wouldn't bat an eyelash if he led her through a fully operational medieval torture chamber on the way there, so none of the sights that the asylum has to offer are enough to hold her interest. No, the only thing that matters right now is that she's happy and she's walking with Dr. Arkham. And, to a lesser extent, the fact that she's going to see Jon shortly. She will be pleased to see him again, after all, even if she isn't in any particular hurry to do so. But she doesn't expect that the reunion will be all that exciting - Jon's too talented at being a downer to expect otherwise.
|
|
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 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
~ Character Profile
|
|
Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Nov 30, 2013 17:47:23 GMT -5
With Maslow, you first met the lower needs on the hierarchy before you could attempt to meet the higher needs. The first needs you met were those called the Physical Needs. Food, water, oxygen, exercise, and even the ability to experience human touch was all a part of the lowest level of the Maslow’s triangle. Jeremiah had had no doubt that her needs for water to exercise were most likely easily met by Jonathan or herself, but it was the last that he could question. Jonathan wasn’t the most personable and he even feigned from the touch of most people. Touch for Jonathan signified control, and if it wasn’t him, then he was in control. How droll. Yet he too was in agreement that for VerMillion’s sake, safety was not a priority, though for Heather, it appeared she’d been utterly depraved of it the moment she’d been separated from Jonathan. And the both of them had been deprived from the ability to reach social needs. Before Scarecrow Heather had been liked, loved, and accepted in Gotham and many people, but with her relationship to Scarecrow now plastering television and newspaper, it was falling and while they’d been Scarecrow?
To be short, Jeremiah highly doubted Jonathan made her feel needed, unlone, and wanted as much as she needed. Again, Jonathan wasn’t that personable. Yet with Heather’s attachment, he’d shown her enough, just enough to make her desperate. Jeremiah wasn’t sure whether he found that admirable or disgusting. Not that mattered now. Jeremiah had seen to making sure those social needs were now fulfilled for VerMillion.
For this reason, Jeremiah doesn’t find the silence between them as they walk from the Mansion into the grounds to in anyway awkward. It’s as comfortable a silence as one could ask for. With her needs satisfied, there’s not much else to say, but he can continue to support that he’s on her side and cares by taking her to the new cell. Both are content and that’s really all that matters to Jeremiah.
He smiles as she begins to laugh and there is no comment on the tune, he knows its irony, and knows that despite the irony how bright the beat is. A song of a murderer’s glee, only to end in that play when he discovers it is not the Duke he’s killed, but that his daughter is the one whose body is carrying in the sack. Only Opera and the dark human sense of humor could have constructed such a beat. Yet he recognizes the beat is the whole reason she’s humming it and thus he smiles and says nothing.
Through the cool grounds and to Intensive Treatment they travel and VerMillion doesn’t even note the thrum of the truly broken, those too insane to ever have a life again, the truly deranged who are more like animals. He leads her to the cells of which Jonathan’s is one and takes her to the one right in front of his. He glances over to find Jonathan in the cell and his lips raise to a smirk.
“This will be your new residence as agreed,” he tells VerMillion, “and your things will moved here as soon as possible.” He unlocks the cell door and then leaned down. “I look forward to our next session,” and he kisses her in a soft, chaste kiss.
|
|
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
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jan 20, 2014 17:16:10 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had been pacing about his cell, though he wouldn’t have called it pacing. It was more the way an animal acts when it doesn’t have a lot of room to move around in yet it knows it needs to be somewhere. He wasn’t moving very fast, each turn took several seconds. He could have been attributed more to a walking zombie still rather bruised from his last encounter regardless. He probably acted and looked the part of the walking dead more than he intended to, it was just how he came off but in his own eyes he was a very active individual and if people wanted to underestimate that aspect then they would find out the hard way. He was no push over and when he needed to move he could.
Where they were previously he certainly wouldn’t have called home, but that was just the problem with everything that surrounded him. There was no home; he had never seen what a home was. There was no real concept of family, not here in this desolate place. Where there should have been a heart there was an emptiness that spread across the canvas of his life. Society told him that a home was a place you lay down at night, a place that felt safe to you and made you feel good. Those concepts were ridiculous. What a ludicrous thought to have that anyone could ever be safe anywhere.
The world was cruel.
If there was such a place that he could compare to what was supposed to be a home, he was standing in it. This is where society thought that he should be right? Then this was his home. Dr. Crane just preferred to get out of the house every now and then. Getting out was exactly what he planned to do next but nearly every avenue of escape had been taken from him. Dr. Arkham was getting steadily better at this and after their last meeting he knew that he was on his last nerve and another moment of that would frighten him away. He couldn’t let Dr. Arkham leave, not now when he was so close to having him. He wasn’t allowed to leave.
No one would have been able to talk to Dr. Crane about the hierarchy of needs. It was a ridiculous notion in the first place. People were going to do what fear drove them to do and fear was the basis of all of those needs. It was far simpler than how Maslow was trying to put it, but of course they wouldn’t understand that. It was too easy to cover it up with something else. The so called basic need for touch he could have laughed at, though being a quite serious man he probably wouldn’t have. He had gone a long time without the touch of another human being and he did just fine. There was no basic need for touch, there was only the fear of being touched or not being touched. That fear manifests itself and then the body reacts accordingly, there is no innate need for touch outside of reproduction….and reproduction wasn’t even needed anymore.
Dr. Crane never had a problem touching people, but he would rather not be touched. Him invading other space was one thing, it was in the name of research but others invading his was not welcome and not wise. He was devoid of the need for touch and most of the basic needs, but he was a god….so what did they expect from him? He had proven it time and time again even to Dr. Arkham and yet he still refused, but he didn’t dare screw up with him again. He didn’t want to give Dr. Arkham any slack but he also wasn’t stupid about getting sent away to a place where they would shoot him outside.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw too two figures approaching the cell adjacent to him. Once they were closer his blurred eyes focused in and he saw Dr. Arkham lean in to kiss her. His eyes went wide and his hands threw up against the glass in fists. How dare he touch his property! VerMillion was his! He had put the effort in it he had sown the seed and made the split she was his! His fists shook on the glass and tightened to the point to where his nails might have made his skin bleed. The doctors eyes closed and he took a deep breath. Slowly his hands came off the window and he folded them behind his back as he normally stood. He watched them, trying to calm himself from making another mistake like that again.
First he had taken his Aslyum from him and now he was going to take this from him. Dr. Arkham needed to be stopped and he already knew how he was going to do it. He had no idea that he was going to eventually be walking into his grave. So his eyes stared forward at them, cold at Dr. Arkham. He looked like a beat waiting for him to edge just a little bit closer before he went for his jugular, but this doctor could be patient. He could wait for his moment. If VerMillion was going to be placed in the cell across from him he would have an interesting time figuring out what she did such a thing in the first place. Perhaps she did it to get across from him, all the same she didn’t know that Dr. Arkham was using it to his advantage. She would answer for it eventually just like he would.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Jan 20, 2014 19:35:31 GMT -5
As they approach Jon's cell, VerMillion doesn't give it more than a glance. There's no point when she'll shortly have all the time in the world to see Jon in his cell - she won't have more time with Dr. Arkham for a few days. Well, unless he comes to check on her, but that's not the same. So instead she watches Dr. Arkham as he stops in front of her new cell and unlocks the door. Though when he kisses her, she immediately frowns. "You call that a goodbye kiss?" she asks, abruptly grabbing his tie with one hand while grabbing him behind the neck with the other, and pulling him into a far longer and deeper kiss - one more reminiscent of the ones that they'd been exchanging a little earlier. Though after a moment she lets him go and allows the kiss to end, laughing to herself as she observes, "Well, maybe that was more of a 'see you later' than a 'goodbye'..."
Though immediately after she says that, she winces, sighing to herself and rolling her eyes as she mutters, "Heather..." Looking at Dr. Arkham, she gives him a regretful smile before turning away from him to step into her new cell - the same sort of look someone gives when they're interrupted by a cellphone call that they have to take even though they really don't want to. The only difference here is that the voice is in her head rather than on another phone somewhere. And she can't hang up.
"What do you want?" she asks, clearly irritated. Frowning, she says, "No, I wasn't paying attention." Now she looks at Jon, having missed his initial reaction but easily noting the significance of how he's looking at Dr. Arkham. And that turns her irritation quite rapidly into a boiling rage. "You have no right to be upset!" she yells at him, staring right at him and pointing a furious finger in his direction, though she's immediately distracted by Heather and glances away as she addresses her other half, though her voice is hardly calmer as she adds, "No - he can't! We're not his girlfriend! He doesn't even think that our feelings are real! Well, if they're not real, why is he upset, Heather? Why is he upset?!"
What Heather says next causes VerMillion's face to abruptly change from anger to shock. "What? No! Of course I don't want to ruin that! Don't be stupid, Heather - you know I love Jon too," she says with a frown. Another pause and her gaze shifts to Dr. Arkham and she smiles as she says, "No, Dr. Arkham just makes me feel better." Though the smile disappears, quickly disappearing in another flare up of anger, "And how long are we supposed to wait for Jon? We lived with the man for months and got nothing - and I'm supposed to be celibate while you two move at a glacial pace? No!" Her lips furiously purse at Heather's response to that and she snaps, "Well, fine, Heather! I hate you too!" Her arms fold across her chest as she turns away from both men, preferring to brood and pout to herself rather than paying any attention to either of them.
|
|
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 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
~ Character Profile
|
|
Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Feb 16, 2014 0:13:09 GMT -5
A smirk; that was all he’d offered to Jonathan before he’d leaned down to take VerMillion’s lips. Yes, it had been short, but he’d not wanted to rub it in too much. Or was rubbing it in even his purpose? Dr. Arkham had been curious to just how much Ms. Glass had meant to Jonathan. What better a way to find out than to discover her complaints and assuage them? Of course when this began Arkham had no idea he’d be so involved. Still how could he regret a time so well-spent? Obviously they’d benefitted. Jeremiah, himself, was feeling relaxed, not the usually tension that ailed him this time of day.
Maybe he’d have to make excuses to spend more time with Jonathan’s prize if she had that sort of effect on him. No, no for that…at least unless she wanted that sort of repeat. He wanted her company; her presence. He didn’t have to wear a mask around her. Both he and Heather’s other personality had an understanding. Both were fully aware of their actions and motives. They were aware of each other’s and there was no need to play chess with the other. He didn’t have to hide who he was and for once how refreshing that was! There was no illusion that VerMillion’s feelings were anything beyond wanting attention, and Jeremiah didn’t lead her on. They weren’t in love. Did they have to be? Did there have to be more between them? So when he’d leaned in to kiss her again it was just as much to demonstrate to Jonathan what he was missing as it was to show the other man that he was calling his hand. Jonathan thought him a monster out to take from him. He thought he was a man only out to punish him for his own failings. Jeremiah was out to be cruel to Jonathan because the once doctor thought him better than him. So if he was thought to be a monster, a monster he would be. He would make Jonathan forever regret that decision. What Jeremiah hadn’t expected, however, was to be pulled back into a kiss.
He had chuckled at her words, but it was an expression stolen when those fingers pulled his tie and forced him back in. Her passion had yet to be unsurprising, but it also had yet to be boring. He didn’t think she’d ever be boring. He fell into the kiss, matching her aggression. He registered Jonathan’s reaction to the whole scene as well. One cannot miss the startling sound of those fists against the glass. Yet startling? No. Instead of frightening Jeremiah it encouraged him to wrap a hand against VerMillion’s head and pull her closer until the lip-lock ends. By that point, he too is laughing.
“Definitely more of a ‘see you later’,” he said and ran a hand through his hair to regain his orientation to the scene. Still, he didn’t spare Jonathan a glance. And really why should he? He already knows what’s going through the other’s mind. He could taste the accusation. Yet he doesn’t care. For once despite knowing that Jonathan’s opinions are blatantly inaccurate, he doesn’t care one bit.
Jeremiah had never taken the Asylum from Jonathan, but the other could be absorbed so far into himself to admit that he’d let that dream slip through his fingers of his own decision. Jonathan had no one to blame but his own lack of discretion. As for wanting to take VerMillion?
Jeremiah actually laughed as that thought manifested. How ridiculous, but he knew what this looked like. Still that wasn’t even a thought.
He ended his chuckling in enough time to catch VerMillion’s argument with Heather and he nodded in understanding to her. He smirked at her scolding of Jonathan, but it is with sympathy and regret that he closed her cell. Of course Heather is upset and he was aware that he was the main cause, so he didn’t rub it in. He turned away from her and allowed her time. Finally he looks at Jonathan.
His pace was steady as he walked to the front of his cell. The eyes that peered in at Jonathan are not eyes filled with fear. The man who would defend himself was gone for the moment.
“That’s right, you don’t have a right to be so upset. If it wasn’t for you, I’d have not to give her the attention you won’t, but worry not Jonathan,” he said with shrug, “there’s no love lost between us. She is quite adamant in loving you, wanting only you to ensnare her heart. I’m unbothered, I’m just helping her, making you see just what you need to make a move on.” He put his hand to the glass and leaned in. “Let me say this in simpler terms. I don’t want her. Still…you’d do well to show her the attention she deserves from you before you do lose her.”
After his words, he turns to leave. It’s a simple move. Like he had reason to stay and argue like he always did. Ha.
|
|
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
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Mar 4, 2014 21:40:00 GMT -5
Dr. Crane didn’t flinch when she yelled at him; it couldn’t and never would come to him with any shock. VerMillion had been yelling at him since the first time she was beginning to appear in Heather. She had certainly shouted her share in there more aggressive moments. He had never had any intention to harm her, in fact he only had the best intentions for her but she never seemed to see it that way. Heather on the other hand always had a different way of looking at things. It was almost as if he had became closer to one side of her and distant from the other. There should have been no difference, as the separation is only existent in her perception of reality…..But more testing was required.
It was a testing that he had been doing over a period of time but had little time to do it. Since he had gotten her out it jumped from one thing to the next before they ended up in here. There was actually very little quality time at all he had to spend on her. Was this why she feared it? Some false perception so resenting him so for it? Of course it was impossible in the real world, but to her misguided perception of reality it might have been feasible.
It would never come as a surprise that she faded into fighting with her other self. It was when she said those words that they actually rang in his ears. She said she loved him. Every hair on his body turned to stand on end and his skin crawled. She didn’t love him, she just said she did. Love was a feeling that didn’t exist. Her perception of love was through the fear of losing what she had, she was afraid of losing him, nothing more. So, he had nothing to say to it at the moment, she was preoccupied with herself anyway. It wasn’t until Dr. Arkham turned and made his presence known at his cell that his eyes focused and narrowed upon him.
He had no right to be standing in front of him so directly, on the other side of the glass. It was where he should have been, it was where HE belonged. Dr. Arkham was the one that should have been on this side and now he was going to show up to his domain and tell him that he couldn’t be upset? And ontop of everything give him advice on how to keep her!? He has no idea what he was talking about and every word only made his fingers twitch more. ”You’re wrong doctor…I don’t have the capability to be upset about it as one cannot be upset about such a thing that doesn’t exist between us or anyone for that matter. We’ve discussed this before, you didn’t understand then and you won’t now so I wont continue to waste my breath on you. The bitterness was clear in his voice with his last sentence. The doctors hand struck the pane infront of him right over the doctors face before he turned.
”Better make your move Doctor.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Mar 5, 2014 15:36:43 GMT -5
It really should have been obvious that something was going to have to give between Heather's fearless side and Jon eventually. When someone who can't fear the consequences of her actions gets frustrated, especially on a matter as important as her desire for love and passion, she's going to find a way to act out. It simply happened to be much easier to find someone else more willing to be the recipient of those emotions that it was to figure out how to express them to the man she actually feels them for. Especially with Heather always insisting that they had to be so very careful not to do anything to ruin things with Jon. So if this did it, that would almost be a relief, even if she does hope that's not the case - there's other men in the world, but none of them are Jon.
Which is why, though VerMillion would rather ignore both of them, she can't quite bring herself to not listen when Jon speaks. Of course, what he says makes her really wish that she hadn't. Though her back is to him, she turns her head just far enough that she can see him standing there out of the corner of her eye. "Don't tell me how I feel, and don't lie about how you feel," she states rather coldly, almost daring him to do it again.
|
|
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 ~
Posts: 314
~ Relationship Status: The More the Merrier
~ Character Profile
|
|
Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Apr 6, 2014 2:11:48 GMT -5
Jeremiah could have sighed at the display before him. Jonathan, ever so very clueless when it came to the mystery of the opposite sex. Yet he was neither surprised nor visibly moved that Jonathan held no reaction to VerMillion’s yell. Jeremiah, however, wanted to smirk. That’s right Jonathan had no reason to be upset at all. He’d made the mistake of starving the woman, Jeremiah truly had only been trying to help on the one hand and on the other? His lips twitched at the thought. Jonathan could believe all he wanted that he had the best intentions in mind, but Jonathan lacked one important virtue. He didn’t understand Maslow’s needs. He’d absolutely not provided for all of them and thus at a certain point, it all came to naught.
VerMillion needed no testing, save maybe to investigate that amazing ability of hers to not feel fear. No she required to be taken care. Appropriately and wasn’t Jonathan just failing at that. So Jeremiah did sigh.
Obviously not much time was needed to ensure that VerMillion was important and cared for. He’d not needed much time to fulfill her needs after all. She really required little, just a little affection here and there. She did not fear, but boredom came and frustration needed not be fueled by fright. Frustration could be fueled by wanting something so badly and yet someone couldn’t take a hint and provide it. That someone had been Jonathan. Jeremiah felt like he’d explained himself rather well to the man, but of course it had gone through one ear and straight out the other. Color Jeremiah utterly unsurprised. Jonathan would blame fear of this, which caused such-and-such a reaction, but when it came to VerMillion, those theories fell into the toilet, the handle was pressed, and it all swirled down the toilet like waste. Waste; Jonathan was wasting his time even viewing VerMillion in the oranged-tinted glasses of his Fear Theory. You couldn’t apply those principles to a being that felt nothing of fear, could not for a moment regret any of her actions. VerMillion was a creature of needs and rash actions to fulfill those needs. She had concept of punishment or wrong. Ironic…for she too would fail to understand society and its need.
Weren’t they just meant for each other?
He rolled his eyes. He rolled his eyes for Jonathan’s beliefs in that love was a many non-existent thing consisting of only the fear of losing someone. Love could, would, did warp into that but no, it didn’t begin with it. He rolled his eyes at how Jonathan reacted. Then he met Jonathan’s eyes. The master of fear narrowed his eyes, Jeremiah kept his open, curious, and a just a bit bored.
The action of Jonathan glaring at him was rather redundant. He could see the contempt in his eyes. That look that told Jeremiah how he didn’t deserve to be before him as the doctor. It was look that said he should be a patient, that Jonathan should have his kingdom. It was look of disgust that Jeremiah could dare give him advice. Jeremiah only had a marriage that’d lasted ten years. Of course what could he possibly know about keeping a woman? He couldn’t have a clue what he was talking about. No, he was absolutely out of his depth. Why would anyone listen to him?
Jeremiah could have smiled at Jonathan’s words. Could have cited all the evidence of his and VerMillion’s entrance of Jonathan’s attitude towards him now to tear apart his claim of not being “upset”. He could have laughed at the blatant denial. And he could fallen right into Jonathan’s trap and become upset himself as Jonathan again asserted that Jeremiah understood nothing. Instead Jeremiah’s face didn’t move. Not at his words, not at his fist on the glass. All of it was expected.
He didn’t even take offense to Jonathan turning away. Make his move? Oh Jeremiah already had.
He tapped against the glass, “My move, Dr. Crane,” he asked. He moved his finger as if moving a chess piece.
“Check.”
And this time it was Jeremiah who turned, hands casually falling into his pockets. His back was relaxed as he walked towards the exit of the cell block.
|
|
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
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 24, 2014 14:09:31 GMT -5
It was everything he could to stop himself from unleashing his rage on the glass in front of him. But he knew what the outcome would be if he did. Dr. Arkham would let him do it and walk away, he’d leave him there to roar and ignore him like he always had. He had never seen him; he had never wanted to see him for what he was and who he was.
“What?...”
The doctor paused in his turn as Dr. Arkham tapped his finger against his cell like he was an exhibit and made his snarky remark. Check?! Check!?!? He thought he had him in his control? Did the man really think he had one iota of control in this? One thought that might hold him for longer than he wanted to be held? Did he think for a moment that he actually had control of what was going to happen to him? His body was burning as he turned back to the glass and saw VerMillion in front of him in the cell just across. He had even thrown in that little detail just to mock him, it wasn’t for him. It was so he could have her in front of him.
And Her….Oh…Her….
After all he had molded her to be, after everything he had brought her through and delivered her from now she was going to turn to his enemy. It wasn’t even the fact that she had shared an embrace with him, or at least that wasn’t what he was telling himself. But for her to do it with him! That man… He didn’t care for her. The only thing that he wanted was to take her from him, which was all he wanted! He wanted all that was his and this was just one more proof. It was just one more, on top of everything that he’d stolen from him. He’d stolen everything from him.
Dr. Crane had come so far in his work to show his lifelessness and everything that he had created here. He did everything he could to bury what was inside but when it came to Dr. Arkham, they had seen droplets….Sparks….Little glimmers of the rage that the doctor held inside for him. They had restrained him before for it, it was a rare occurrence but it did happen. His eyes went away from the woman that betrayed him and down the hall to his nemesis that thought he could walk away from him. His fist hit the glass hard first. BOOM. another. BOOM. another BOOM another pound to the glass that bounced against him. He threw his weight into the glass which wasn’t much considering his size but there was enough raw rage behind it to vibrate the glass and make a very noticeable sound. His rage unleashed on the pane in front of him that should have been the essence of Dr. Arkham. His feet kicked against the glass and his hands continued to pound as he threw a rare fit of rage.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on Apr 27, 2014 10:41:24 GMT -5
When her words go unresponded to, VerMillion is unsurprised. After all, Jon can't really argue with them - he lied, she called him out on it, and any attempt to further the lie would only be adding lies on top of lies and she's not in the mood to stand for it right now. Though between Heather and the two men, her uncommonly good mood has been spoiled by too much annoyance. Still, everything that's annoying her right now is very temporary, so her good mood will be back later.
Though for now she listens to the exchange between Dr. Arkham and Jon with only a half-interest. She finds herself just a little bit bothered by Dr. Arkham's use of the situation, making it seem like it had been some sort of tactic all along. Well, maybe it was for him, but it wasn't for VerMillion and she doesn't fully like to see Jon hurt. But on the other hand, the vast majority of her believes that Jon totally deserves it - in a way, he's been hurting her for quite some time after all - so she doesn't really react to any of it.
What she does react to is Jon's assault on the glass. It's perfectly normal when something dangerous is being contained - and Jon certainly qualifies as dangerous when he's angry - to flinch away in fear when it makes a strong effort against what's keeping it held, even when one knows that there's no way it'll work because of the mere idea of what would happen if it did. But of course, VerMillion is completely lacking in that reaction - when anyone else would cringe against the sound of the glass being so tested, she's as steady and confident as always. Without turning any more toward him than the slight bit she already is, she sarcastically says, "Yeah, you're not upset, all right. Just look at how not upset you are!"
Sighing, she looks again at her new cell, which is unfortunately rather bare since her stuff hasn't been moved from the old one yet - just the standard furniture. She's sure that will be rectified soon, but unfortunately that means that she doesn't have much to do in the meantime. Except watch Jon perhaps, since the ability to do that is the main 'feature' this cell has that the old one didn't, but she doesn't really want to do that right now and that bit was more for Heather's benefit anyway. So she walks over to the bed and lays herself down on top of it, figuring that she might as well be comfortable if she's going to be bored.
|
|
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
|
|
Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 20, 2014 11:25:20 GMT -5
His blood was burning from Dr. Arkham just walking away from him. Who did he think he was that he could just walk away? He never walked away from his confrontation but now that he thought he had something he didn’t he could? Dr. Crane almost felt blind with fury at that moment until VerMillion piped up to let him once again known how little she knows about him. It was a bittersweet truth that she often refused to understand, but it wasn’t her fault. She didn’t know anything about him because he refused to tell her anything about himself. Whatever he did eventually plan to tell her could wait and she was not a very good student. The first challenge in any sort of learning session would be to get her to listen properly, a few ways came to mind as she smarted off to him, but he’d keep them to himself.
Dr. Crane could have told her before it happened that Dr. Arkham was using her to get to him. It had always been that way, but the fact that he even tried to use her to get to him infuriated him. His muscle relaxed and instead of banging on the glass he succumbed to leaning against it and staring at the cold floor below. There was nothing he could do to get through the glass and to Dr. Arkham or VerMillion so he was doing nothing more than wasting his energy. But now he had that clarity as he calmed to correct her.
“No, I am not upset. I will react the way I will to someone that I have known much longer than you. What you perceive simply isn’t what is and I have told you this. That is isn’t the same but you refuse to listen and as long as you refuse to listen I will refuse to hear you.” He tried to set her straight on it as she went to her bed and laid down. Again she was going to choose to ignore the words he said to her, so she would remain ignored.
It wasn’t that this didn’t bother him; it frustrated him to no end, even though little of it came to the surface. His tolerance level for her was still quite high. The reason that he went crazy around Dr. Arkham was of course calculated….paired with little tolerance left for the man that took everything away from him. But Dr. Crane didn’t do that to her, he didn’t take everything away from her, he took the lies from her and replaced them with truth. He gave her the start of a real life and what she could be again. He opened the door to let her see who she really was. But did she take it as that? No, no one ever did.
When she showed how comfortable she was on the only object in her cell he turned from her to stare into his. The placement of their cells was surely there to mock him and now Dr. Arkham was probably back in his office watching him like a lab rat that had just been infected. He walked over to his own cot and sat down on it. He put his hands into his hair and held back the sweat that was threatening to run down his forehead.
|
|
|
|
Post by Heather Glass - VerMillion on May 23, 2014 1:14:21 GMT -5
Just because she's moved over to relax on her bed doesn't mean that VerMillion isn't still listening to what Jon is saying. While she's probably capable of ignoring him if she really wants to, that requires a lot of effort - especially when he's talking to her directly.
Still, as always, just because she's listening doesn't mean that she agrees. So at his words, she shifts her head a little so that she can easily look at him without changing her position and she simply says, "One completely logical reason to bash yourself into shatterproof glass or I'm right." Holding up a finger for emphasis, she looks at him expectantly. Because if he can explain it, then by all means she'll let him explain. But if he can't (or refuses to) then she's definitely going to declare victory on that point.
|
|