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 Sept 29, 2013 3:28:42 GMT -5
Jeremiah had heard her diatribes about the human race. He’d heard her diatribes about his sex and though he’s talking and trying to convince her that he doesn’t have horrid intentions there’s a huge part aware of what a failure it is to even try. She won’t believe him, but you can only fully fail if you don’t try. And Jeremiah isn’t one that just throws in the towel. He’s a fighter and so he talks on.
It doesn’t matter that she may not be interested. It’s on record, him trying to sympathize with a patient, trying to get her to talk and that is enough for him. He’d tried. So is he bothered she has no response to him? No. He feels if she did it would be a conversation doomed to navigate itself into circles anyway. He accepts his defeat and doesn’t try to correct what her mind must be doing in locating everything he could have said that would negate his sincerely and prove that he’s just like everyone else.
And Jeremiah doesn’t doubt that perhaps, just perhaps he is. Certainly in her mind after all.
What catches his immediate and renewed interest in when she laughs at him; had it been anyone else he may have bristled, but instead he simply smiles and listens to her. As her psychiatrist he’s aware of the circumstances. He’s had the lawyers calling, the attorneys phoning. The prosecution wants anything to prove she’s not insane. The defense wants all the proof she’s a victim in the whole of it, a crushed violet in society and that she cannot possibly be held accountable for what she’s done. After all, she was obviously a narcissist and megalomaniac. What other kind of person would make the commentary he’d heard during his sessions they would ask him. He’s aware of exactly what would happen were she to be released from these walls. It’s the same thing that would happen to the majority of those in here if they were determined to be of sound mind and body.
American justice could be such a cruel mistress.
“You’re going to let yourself out,” he smirks at her, “as in…you’ll decide when you’re leaving and simply leave. Is that so? You think you’ll accomplish that and no one will stop you?” The question is posed in equal parts intrigue and amusement. It’s obvious she believes those words exactly as she’d said them.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 29, 2013 21:53:02 GMT -5
"Yes," Poison Ivy replies very simply. Not only does she believe what she'd said, she's so confident about it that she's not afraid to say it in so many words to the very people who are supposed to stop her. She's not arrogant and stupid enough to think that she can get away with explaining the details - there are ways to thwart every plan if you know what's coming, and her plan isn't the most robust from that standpoint anyway, but as long as the details remain in her head where they should be until they need to be shared it will be no problem at all.
"That shouldn't surprise you - given the type of people who leave here that way on a regular basis, naturally it would be easy for me," she adds, the derision on her voice as she speaks of the other rogues very plain to hear. She may be numbered among them, but the more of them she's met, the more she's come to realize how much better she is than the whole of them.
"I've had everything arranged since my first week here. The only reason I haven't left yet is that staying out will prove to be a far greater challenge than leaving. And there's no point of going through all the effort of rebuilding when I can't adequately protect it, and I'm still working out how," she says, frowning about that last part, "I'm not losing another garden!" Her voice is quite firm on that last point, which shouldn't be a surprise - one only needs to look at her right now to see that she doesn't take such a loss very well at all.
Of course, since what she's trying to do means that she'd need to figure out how to defeat or at least keep the likes of Batman and his associates at bay, one can understand that she might be in the asylum for quite awhile. At least if she has a firm sense of what she's up against, anyway - patients who have underestimated Batman are a dime a dozen around here. Then again, so are patients that are trying to come up with a way to defeat him.
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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 Sept 29, 2013 22:49:05 GMT -5
Jeremiah’s fingers lace together atop the table as he listens. His mouth doesn’t move for the entirety of her speech. It’s his eyes that gleam at the challenge she’s setting up herself. Jeremiah likes challenges, but is he thinking of stopping her? No, not at all. Where would be the fun in attempting to halt her scheme from coming to fruition? She’s new, he doesn’t know much about her and if he waits and lets her plot, he’ll see just what she’s come up with. Jeremiah likes observing people; he likes to know what makes them tick. He wants to know what she’ll do and how she’ll do it. And in order to stop her, he’ll need to let her do it. So he lets her keep her secrets to herself. It’s for both their benefits, despite his curiosity.
Another thing is, he’s not surprised that she’s plotting an escape. All the rogues have. Most of them have succeeded and having the confidence she does about herself, of course she’ll believe herself better at, expects herself to be more successful and perhaps she will. He’s not surprised she holds distain for the other rogues. She considers herself their superior just like he knows she considers herself better than them.
“So it’s all arranged and you’ve just got to outline the finer details? Then addling your mind further by not taking care of yourself will only hinder you in that area. Getting out of Arkham, despite how easily your fellow high security inmates make it seem isn’t. They get out because like you they plot. They take into account small details, ticks of personalities in the guards. They manipulate. In order to do that you need to be at your best at all times.” He leans back in his seat. “I’m aware you probably already know this so I’m probably again just saying things you’re aware of, but that doesn’t make any less of useful advice.” He’s helping her. He doesn’t care, after all, his purpose was to get to her talk about how she felt and why she wasn’t well. He wanted to get to the root of her ailment. He’s done so. It’s self-inflicted, she doesn’t believe she deserved to be healthy. “Your garden, misunderstanding as I am as to what you refer it by it will not be helped by an ailing gardener. You’ll need your wits so I’d stop making yourself ill. Perhaps you deserve to, you believe you do, but if you want to accomplish what you do, then I’m sure you’ll see what an irritation having to battle yourself is.”
Jeremiah crosses his arms. “You came in here at first and had this ability to switch conversation. You were able to hide from me and as you’ve become more and more lethargic and ill, you’ve stopped caring, you’re still a mystery so you’ve not lost it, but there has been an marked changed in your behavior. You need to get back to the woman that came into your first session if you’re hoping to escape Arkham Asylum.”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 30, 2013 2:41:39 GMT -5
This time as he talks, Poison Ivy listens to him with a dull expression that seems to suggest that she's trying very hard to be patient but failing miserably. Eventually she seems to get so annoyed that she can't help but find his stupid ranting somewhat amusing in a very pathetic way. When he's finished, she laughs lowly, saying, "'Plot'? 'Be at my best'? 'Need my wits'? Clearly you have an overinflated sense of the so-called 'security' here."
She laughs again, looking somewhat tired. It is, after all, very tedious having to explain such a simple thing, but apparently she has to if the poor fool is going to understand. "It took me a couple of hours to come up with the basic plan - it would have been quicker, but I'd been having an awful day and I wasn't concentrating very well. Then a few days to put the proper pieces in place, and a few more to establish the appropriate backups and redundancies - just in case things don't go as expected," she says rather lightly, as if to indicate that not only was it quick and easy, but it was so quick and so easy that it's not even worth bragging about.
"Of course, even after that I've had all the time in the world to fine tune everything. And all of it still right under your nose," she adds, shaking her head at him as if disappointed in him. But she supposes that he can't help his lack of insight into the situation - he's a man, after all. "No, the only way it could possibly be easier is if I was wheeled out in a stretcher instead of on my own two feet. But I won't - I have my dignity, after all," she adds with a slight smirk.
Actually, the real problem is that the asylum hasn't held a patent with Poison Ivy's unique set of talents before, she's done a fairly decent job of keeping what they are to begin with or at least their sheer strength unknown to them, and in fact her present condition weakens several of them to the point of near-undetectability even though she'd had to use them when she'd set up her escape plan. It's a perfect situation for her, though that also means that when she escapes it will prove to be very, very educational to the staff.
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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 Sept 30, 2013 19:30:48 GMT -5
Jeremiah leans into his hand and regards her and this time he doesn’t hide his boredom. It was the expression she’d given him and he has no trouble returning it, though he’s not adding impatience to it. Arkham just lifts his brows at her and blandly says, “No, no over-inflated sense of security here.”
He ignores her laugh and decides then and there that if she’s simply going to respond to him in such a manner with everything he says, he’s simply not going to respond at all. No expression of interest, impatience, anger, nothing. He’ll just keep his voice bland and tired as her own expression. He needs no explanation of how easily she’ll be able to get out. So he gives her no fuel for her fire save that he’s regarding her with a look that says how much he expected this sense of ego from her and that’s he’s unimpressed himself. All she’s been since she’s gotten here is vain, pompous, and superior. He could tick them off his fingers. Her tone as she even goes into a bit more detail and brags that it’s happening under his nose isn’t even met with indignation. He simply raises his brows again.
“You seem to be under the impression that I wasn’t aware you’ve been up to something,” he lifts his hand and looks at his fingers, “you can keep that impression if you’d like.” He’s been aware, but he’s letting it drop like one does a heavy load. He doesn’t care. She can think what she will all she wants.
He simply wants to a show. He has a reason for not stopping her despite his awareness that she’s been up to something, even if that exact plan and something isn’t something he’s privy too. He wants to observe and learn. He wants to be impressed.
And yes, it will prove educational to the staff and himself. This is his whole plan and right under her nose. He’s no need to tell her that, though. And now he feels less and less inclined. The asylum was to be undergoing security upgrades soon. He’s determined to wait until she’s escaped to implement them.
Every escape they learned something. Sometimes he advanced on that information, sometimes not. But this time, he thinks he will because he simply wants to see her angry should she ever find her way back here.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Sept 30, 2013 22:53:46 GMT -5
His comment only causes Poison Ivy's smirk to linger a bit longer than it would as she corrects him by saying, "No, I'm quite sure that you've been aware of it for quite some time." Though she's not spoken of her intentions to him directly before, she's mentioned it on multiple occasions to other patients, a few staff members, and some of her visitors. It's not hard to imagine that at least one of them would feel the need to inform the man who is at once her therapist and the man in charge of the place. "But I also know that you have no idea what it is and that there's nothing you can do to stop me," she adds easily, ignoring his change of mannerisms.
While Poison Ivy shows many traits of narcissism, she is not exactly a typical case of it. Her sense of self-worth is not at all related to the opinion of other people, for example - as far as she's concerned, smart people will automatically notice her beauty and genius, and anyone who doesn't is an idiot not worth being concerned about. The fact that the whole world seems to be populated almost entirely by such idiots doesn't do anything to cause her to change her opinion. Therefore it doesn't much matter to her whether Dr. Arkham is interested in what she has to say or not.
But it does have the effect of making her talk less, for better or for worse. After all, why should she talk to someone who doesn't appreciate her wisdom enough to pay attention when she's speaking? She's already throwing her pearls before swine here, and if he's not even going to fake an interest then she will cease to try. And she sees no need to throw a fit about that - she'll just seek out a more productive use of her time. "How much longer is this session?" she asks impatiently, as their current line of conversation has reached complete pointlessness. Not that there was much point to it to begin with.
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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 Oct 1, 2013 0:14:53 GMT -5
He doesn’t respond to her smirk, doesn’t really care that it’s there at all. He’s not too hurt that she’s now stopped talking. He simply blinks at her. “I’m glad you’re aware that I know you’ve been up something.” He actually wasn’t told by one of the patients, staff, or somesuch, at least not until after he was already aware of it. He’d seen in her the moment he’d first met her after her stint in the Medical Bay when she’d killed a doctor. As for his change in mannerisms, well it probably falls in line with how he works.
Jeremiah doesn’t measure his self-worth on the opinion of his patients. Really he doesn’t measure it on the opinions of a lot of people. He’s actually not bothered at all that the people here don’t realize or don’t voice that he’s just as smart as a lot of his patients and that he knows them very well. He’s interested in personal interest. He’s confident enough to believe that those really worth his time will notice and since Ivy isn’t, well…that doesn’t bother him really. It more likely amuses him, especially as she’s the one getting impatient once again.
“Why, are you irritated that I’m having a hard time reacting to your words? Maybe if you’d spent more time involved in an actual conversation instead of belittling my security, droning on about how easy it’ll be for you to escape, maybe I’d actually show my interest,” he said simply, “because honestly I find what you’re saying extremely interesting, but the method of delivery could use some work.” He rolls his shoulders. “So excuse me for growing bored with your continuous jabs, I promise, I’m listening closely and attentively and while I don’t doubt that you’re completely right,” he says, “I’m not bothered that I probably can’t stop you. You're right. I can't...At least, not yet.”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 1, 2013 20:34:01 GMT -5
"No, I don't care how you feel about me," Poison Ivy replies with great sincerity. Because, honestly, she doesn't. By all rights he should be impressed by her, but if he isn't? That doesn't matter at all. She doesn't care if he's interested or not, whether he likes the way she's talking to him or not, or whether or not he's grown bored of it. That he's now claiming to be interested even though he's not showing it is only a minor irritant, and her annoyance can be heard tainting her tone as she replies to that last part of what he said by stating, "You never will." As for everything else he just said, she literally shrugs it off - none of it matters at all.
What does matter is that she's bored and stuck in a conversation that isn't going anywhere, so she sighs and observes that, "You didn't answer my question." She knows that he's probably penciled in a much longer block of time than what they've already used, but she half hopes that he'll agree that further discussion is pointless and end the session early. Of course, past experience has taught her that he seems to like torturing the both of them by running out the clock. Either that or there's a point to pointlessness that she's unaware of.
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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 Oct 10, 2013 3:08:06 GMT -5
“The session will end when I say it does. And I don’t have another session for another two hours. So an hour and a half is how long I can draw this out.” He doesn’t respond to her comment about how she doesn’t care what he feels towards her, because he believes it’s more than obvious that he returns the notion. He doesn’t. She can hate him and wish him ill. He’s had plenty of patients that wished his breaks would go out, some that have tried. He’s been threatened, attacked. You name it, it’s at least being attempted her distain is nothing.
He takes a deep breath and leans back in his seat, “But you do bring up a very interesting point, Ivy in your accusation. No, I’d not answered your question, but you still haven’t mine either. You’ve told me why you feel the way you do, not exactly how you feel. I mean that both physically and mentally. While my specialty was psychology, I am a licensed doctor as well. And we had an agreement, Ms. Ivy. The sooner you tell me, the sooner I let you out.”
Because if Jeremiah was honest. He’d have a silent contest with her if it really came down to that. He does enjoy torturing with running out the clock and he will use it and extend their time if he needs.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 10, 2013 5:31:12 GMT -5
Would Dr. Arkham believe that she doesn't hate him? Nor does she wish him any particular ill will. Well, not any more than she does for his entire profession - as far as she's concerned everyone in the entire mental health field would probably be better off dead. Not that she feels that way strongly enough to want to attempt to make it happen. Well, except when she ponders for too long upon just how ridiculous it is that they seem to think she's crazy. No, for her to hate him she'd have to actually care about him to some degree.
Instead she views him simply as an irritant that happens to come along with this unpleasant place - not unlike the mosquitoes you encounter while camping. She's not going to waste her time hating something so insignificant that's only doing what nature (or too much education on a ridiculous subject of study) designed it for. Especially since she knows that there's no point in killing this particular pest - they'd only replace him with someone else, take away all of the nice things that she's earned, and perhaps even find some way to make her life even more miserable to punish her. It's simply not worth the slight reprieve it would grant her, unfortunately.
She sighs very lightly and looks away from him when he gives the time frame, a disgusted but resigned sort of noise. She'd happily play the silent contest with him if she has to. Well, not really 'happily', but it's preferable to telling him what he wants to know. Talking, so long as it doesn't include that, is actually quite a bit more preferable though. At least it makes the time seem to go faster when you have something to do besides sit there.
Still, she half rolls her eyes at what he says next. "I don't recall agreeing to anything. I only recall being threatened," she points out first, adding, "Besides, I did tell you. It's not my fault that you didn't listen properly. But though I hate repeating myself, I'll say it again: I'm inefficient. Meaning that I'm not functioning at my full capacity. And obviously that would make me feel tired and weak." Though she'd think that last part would be obvious to the casual observer, at least not when she's intentionally masking her symptoms. Even now she's slouching heavily in her chair, her eyes are only halfway open, and her expressions are dull.
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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 Oct 28, 2013 2:06:19 GMT -5
Jeremiah would actually believe that he wasn’t hated by this woman, just as it is also true for him concerning her. He doesn’t hate her, because neither of them care about the other in the correct degree. He cares enough about her to want to see her well for his own purposes, just as he’s aware she’ll play along in this psychology game to attain comfort in what is mostly an uncomfortable place. And that actually sparks an idea in the doctor’s head. He ponders it over as he continues to watch Ivy.
Delusion or not, Jeremiah is quite sure that had she decided to kill him in this particular session it would have been done already. He’s sure he’s more pest than actual candidate for her creative murdering techniques. Yet he does disagree with one of her irritations. He does in fact believe her to mentally unwell. Murdering is not something that most people do because of minor irritations and her loathing of humanity and men also point to something being wrong. Trauma, chemical imbalance, a combination of the two? No matter which way it’s spun, her placement here is more than necessary, but he’s not here to argue that point. He’d rather sit there and agree that she doesn’t belong here, even if the tactic is seen through.
Dr. Arkham laces his fingers atop the table and simply observes her. He is all too happy to play the silent game. A patient’s refusal to talk doesn’t make him uncomfortable like it did in his residency. And he sometimes wonders if that unnerves other patients. Silence is a void that the mind longs to fill with something. Sighs, mutters, movement. Yet Jeremiah does not do any of them save the movement of his fingers. He stares and only deems a response appropriate when Ivy speaks.
“Right, no I’m aware. I threatened and you began to talk. Obviously you don’t wish your things taken. Neither would I, but I’m afraid I’m much slower than you.” He doesn’t take offense to her insult that he wasn’t listening. “I heard what you said, but I beyond personal ‘you failed your garden’, I don’t see how you are inadequate. Tell how you are not functioning at your fullest and then the conversation can move on much easier and the subject can be dropped. I want you feeling well. It is for both our benefits and your cooperation is as well. Can you at least work with me on that premise?”
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Oct 28, 2013 21:44:01 GMT -5
It's altogether too easy to feel more at ease than one should around Poison Ivy. A part of that's actually intentional - it's always useful to lull everyone around her into a sense of complacency, as that doesn't take much effort and if she later decides to do something horrible to them then they'll be taken by surprise. And even if they expect that she'll do something, they're taken off guard and overwhelmed by the suddenness and strength.
But it's also partly unintentional - she's far more erratic and impulsive in her thoughts than she appears to be on the surface. Most of the many people she's killed were not premeditated. No, there was simply a moment when it became more convenient for them to be dead and there was no reason to keep them alive. And as her judgment about when that point has been reached is heavily influenced by a series of deep but ever-changing moods that always stew beneath the surface, one can never trust that she won't kill you. Of course, the fact that Dr. Arkham is still alive after so many very annoying sessions does show that she's indeed capable of restraint. When she feels like it, anyway. Then again, her lack of easy access to most of her favorite chemicals is a factor.
His words now cause her to give a disgusted scoff, "You make it sound like such a small thing. So many small, helpless plants slowly dying because I couldn't care for them... But that doesn't even matter to you, does it?" The look she's giving him now couldn't possibly be more judgmental. But then she looks away and sighs - his lack of feeling is far from surprising, as the vast majority of people are simply horrible. Most of them are totally lost causes, in fact. Not even worth trying.
Forcing herself to move on from that, she adds, "And I'm afraid that I just don't see how it would benefit anyone for me to feel well. Unless there's something wrong with feeling awful when everything you care about dies because you failed to stop it from happening." He's really being quite ridiculous to expect otherwise, actually.
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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 Nov 30, 2013 17:49:42 GMT -5
Easy as it may be to fall into ease around Ivy, Jeremiah certainly isn’t. Not after knowing she could murder a doctor, not after the irritation of her being so uncooperative thus far. Her boredom, her belittlement. No, he’s not at ease, he’s not illusioned, and he suspects surprises galore because he’s honest: he doesn’t even know what Ivy is truly capable of. So he refuses to be complacent and intentional or not, he’s not comfortable.
The more put together someone is, the more Jeremiah indeed wonders how in control they really were. Ivy seems in most standards to be completely put together, fine, and she had seemed healthy, seeing her like this, however, brings her entire being into question for the doctor. How controlled is she really? But it’s not a question he intends to ask directly, and while he is indeed counting his lucky stars that he’s still alive, he is never sure how long that could be true. It may seem as if he’s poking an open flame and giving it gasoline, but Jeremiah wants to be delicate as he can. He needs to sure of the cards he holds in his hand before he makes a move and thus far, he’s been fairly confident of them.
Jeremiah met her look of judgment and cast one right back at her, “You make it sound like I don’t think that, and yes, I do. I understand that, but...I told you, getting depressed about it isn’t going to bring them back. If you expected me to hold your hand and be comforting, you have the wrong doctor. I don’t think a living thing, be it plant or animal dying is a small thing, worth ignoring. Yes, it happens every single day, but it’s still sad, but moping doesn’t change it.”
He leans back in his seat. “And I’m afraid you still haven’t seen my point. I put it in simple terms. There is nothing wrong with feeling awful, feel awful, but if you continue to feel awful and judge yourself for being caught, which I inform you does happen, then you’re never going to regain the strength to, I don’t know, maybe change that? Take revenge, do something about it. Moping amounts to nothing being done. That is my message. It doesn’t benefit you and it doesn’t benefit the plants still out there does it? Or do you not care about them?” And his tone was accusatory.
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Post by Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2013 3:27:13 GMT -5
"I am not moping!" Poison Ivy insists, with just as much fervor and believability as a toddler insisting that they're not tired. "I'm simply taking my time - planning my next moves carefully. That's all. It doesn't do me, and much less my plants, any good to rush back out there if I'm only going to wind up back here again," she adds more calmly, though her expression is most definitely pouting. Which has been a rather common expression on her face lately, though at least she's very cute when she pouts.
The truth is actually probably closer to both - she most certainly is moping, but the unhappy feeling is actually kind of motivating. It underlines just how horrible it is to be here - not just in this physical location but this entire situation - and only increases her desire to never, ever repeat it. Even if it also slows down the process of getting her back out there - if she weren't so depressed, she'd probably have her new plan hatched and have been out of the asylum already. She's very clever, after all, and it's not that hard to come up with ways to crush her enemies.
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Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask
"All my life... I have been dancing on the edge of madness."
Player: Jere ~
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Post by Jeremiah Arkham - Black Mask on Dec 15, 2013 20:58:49 GMT -5
Jeremiah leans over the table, his expression telling of how much he believes her, which is none. He doesn’t believe the first part at least and that cute little pout and tone are all the signs he needs, but he refrains from commenting on it instead he nods to her in agreement with her second statement. “Well, of course, rushing anything is just as bad as moping and getting nothing done. No one wants to fail so soon after succeeding at something such as…escaping this place. To get out only to return soon after, no I completely empathize.”
Right now, before anything is under way for renovations Arkham is rather horrible. Jeremiah agrees wholeheartedly which motivates him. He may not personally know what it feels like to be imprisoned here, but he can empathize that. “You’re still under the weather, though, and taking your time or not, such a stormy mood is never conducive to fast, productive thinking. Thinking can be productive over the long haul, but it’s such a struggle isn’t to pull it out of yourself when you’re feeling less than yourself. And you’ve been feeling that way since your arrival here.”
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