Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 4, 2014 10:14:58 GMT -5
Dr. Crane knew what she was saying was true. He knew that they had everything they needed to convict him at trial. They had everything except the bodies, they had even caught him red handed in the literal sense. One of the bodies missing blood was washing down the drain. They had taken DNA samples on his fingers but he had washed it away, it was too deluded and mixed to get a good sample anymore. If they could have proved who it was they would have probably put him on death row that day. If Dr. Crane had went ahead and decided to be his own defense he would have went that day too. It was only by Arkham’s saving grace that he was spared row.
But Dr. Crane would never admit this allowed. He believed that he could have done a fantastic job defending himself, but he was aware of the consequences. Even though he would have been speaking the truth they would have never listened to him. The populace of Gotham wouldn’t have understood a word he was saying and the Jury to determine his fate would have been even less. He imagined that his heart rate in that room would have matched to the beeping in this one as he was still fully aware of it.
And was paying close attention to it.
“”The truth doctor was never said in that court room. But I suppose it is best because the truth would have gotten me in a much smaller cell with a much shorter check in. But yes….I’m sure Dr. Arkham would enjoy reading that report….until he promptly corrected it to what it should have been.” He spoke with the slightest hint of contempt in his voice. He wasn’t laughing, he didn’t find it humorous but instead it was almost sore with him.
Anyone that had ever worked with Dr. Crane at a time would have known that he envied and believed he deserved Dr. Arkham’s position. He still deserved it and resented every time Dr. Arkham prevented him from taking it. His last conviction was the one that earned him damnation within Dr. Crane’s eyes and he’d personally deliver it. But what was more interesting what that it had been ten minutes and Dr. Iris had yet to leave the room. He knew that their session was being recorded, Dr. Arkham could give up a session but still own it in his own way. The thought actually brought a smile to his lips.
“I wouldn’t want any report of yours to be left blank as most are…So why don’t you get to work….What do you want to know? My life’s work? About my trial?...My feelings?....My childhood….”” The doctor spoke the last part lowly and with care. Almost as if he expected Dr. Arkham to come running around the corner any minute. In ten years they had never even gotten Dr. Crane to acknowledge that he had a childhood.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2014 15:20:08 GMT -5
Iris herself isn't even paying any attention to the heartrate monitor anymore - she's not wearing it for her, after all. And she finds their conversation too interesting to fuss too much about such an unimportant thing. "Fortunately, I don't care very much about Dr. Arkham's opinion of me or my work. He can correct my report all he likes, and it won't change anything. I only care enough to say that I'd prefer to continue working here so I do hope that his opinion remains on the right side of the line between being firing me and not. But as long as that's the case, I honestly couldn't give a damn," she replies with a calm shake of her head and a shrug.
And that's probably why this is so interesting to her. Because though she knows that there's a lot of rather strong emotions involved between the two men, and she doesn't quite understand it. There are actually quite a few similarities between herself and this particular patient, at least as far as education. Her own interest in anxiety and stress management is not exactly the same thing, but it's a similar vein. She's willing to bet that he would claim that it is the same thing, actually. But one point they clearly differ on a lot is Dr. Arkham - she certainly sees no reason why anyone would spend that much effort caring about the man's opinion. She just doesn't see much to admire or be jealous of. And she finds that difference in their opinions to be rather interesting - does it say more about him or her?
Though what he says next is more than enough to grab her attention away from such thoughts, but though her eyebrows lift in interest and curiosity, all she says is, "I want to know nothing more or less than what you want to tell me." Though she's certain that Dr. Arkham would on some level be displeased with her for not immediately moving in for the kill after such a statement, like she just said she doesn't really care what he thinks. Or agree with his methods either.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 24, 2014 12:23:40 GMT -5
Was the intent there in his heart? He was beginning to think so. He wanted to crush any idea that Dr. Arkham might have of breaking him in the future, of getting him to crack or spill what he wanted to him. The problem with “The Scarecrow” was that he would never give any information about his past. The evidence gathered going back from foster home to foster home was just far too hard to carry after a while. Paths and traces got lost over time and eventually his origin was completely derailed.
It was the one thing he had about him that he knew they had always wanted, especially Dr. Arkham. The true revealing of his past was what he was always wanting, and he knew it somewhere inside. There was always something that doctor was sitting on the edge of his seat for, or chewing at his pen as his eyes grazed over those video tapes over and over and over.
When she accepted his offer he almost smiled but instead simply cocked his head and tried to reminisce in his thoughts about what he wanted to say. She had certainly given him the freedom to be choosey on the subject, but he was looking to what would make Dr. Arkham fear the most. Could he stand not being the one that receives it for a minute? Two? Six? Would he let her go a whole session pouring his story out? He could always say that he did it and wipe her away from all record of it…But something told him she wouldn’t let him do that easily.
“It’s difficult to determine where to begin, so I suppose I’ll start from the very beginning….My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane, but I wasn’t born that way. I came into this world as Jonathan, though my fate was destined to me the moment of my birth. I was born in a city, much like the one we are in now.” He licked his lips and tried to choose his next words carefully. He didn’t want to give her anything emotions wise; there was nothing to be had. “I never knew my father and my mother knew very little of him as well…Or if she did she never told me much of him. Regardless, he didn’t matter in my life. Not long after he left we had to move away from the city, I was around the age of 4. When went far out into the country side….” His eyes seemed distant at that moment and instead of looking at Dr. Ledford he began to look through her instead. His mind had gone elsewhere as he went into his explanation of where he was taken to. His mind ran over gold fields and the sun beat down on him from a blue and white sky. “ She took me there…and left me”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2014 0:59:59 GMT -5
Perhaps Iris should count herself unusual for the fact that her interest in Crane's past is only moderate at best. It's an interesting thing to know, yes, but hardly critical in her opinion. What she finds far more interesting is the fact that he wants to share it - on several levels, even. She could speculate about why that is for ages, though she chooses to save pondering that for later - she'll have plenty of time for that after the session is over. Currently she feels that it's a far better use of her energy to simply pay careful attention to what he says so that she can remember it instead of distracting herself with all the theories she could so easily come up with about the specifics.
In fact, she pays such careful attention that it distracts her from the thought of who she's talking to enough to lower her heart-rate just noticeably. Partly because it's easy enough for her to picture what he explains - a small boy, no father, moving from the city to the country... That part isn't very unusual, though she expects for something unusual to be at least somewhere in his history simply because that boy grew up into a man who is very unusual. She supposes that unusual people could come from totally ordinary childhoods, but the odds would be much lower.
So of course his last statement captures her attention instantly. Children unfortunately grow up without fathers all the time and, while that can cause them certain problems, those problems are generally rather mild compared to what she suspects may be present in Crane's past. But whatever he meant by his mother leaving him, that certainly sounds like a small taste of it. Still, her response is rather mild. "Left you?" she asks curiously, a simple invitation for him to explain more of what he meant and continue if he wishes. As she said before, she wishes to know nothing more or less than what he wants to say so she'll not put any pressure on him to speak.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on May 20, 2014 19:49:03 GMT -5
His eyes were distant from hers. Dr. Crane had left whatever was in this room and had went to a different place. If he was another man watching himself as a regular doctor he would have said this man is incredibly unstable, this man isn’t safe to be around right now. But Dr. Crane wouldn’t have seen it that way, he was seeing a place that no one else could but him. He was seeing the world for what it was.
The small beeps from her watch had faded away in his mind and were replaced by a soft blowing wind closing a shutter against the house over and over again. He could feel the wheat grass in his hands as he walked, soft and stubble. He was that child again that was left out front of his grandmother’s house. The house that he was sure would eventually be his doom. He was lost to her for a few minutes before he even looked like he was going to respond to her question again.
When he did come back it was only with slight movements, a roll of his lips and a sudden twitch in his eyes. “Yes, she left me out front and never came back. That place would become my hell for many years to come.” His eyes finally came back and saw hers for the first time in a while. It was so different to actually talk to someone about this here, he had almost completely forgotten Dr. Arkham, now he was focused on Dr. Ledford’s reactions to what he had to say. He was judging her.
“But that isn’t why I am what I am. It’s simply the reason I’m in the skin that I have…” Another metaphor slipped from his mouth that he intended for her to figure out on her own. It was plain to him; they had seen his back and chest in medical labs. It was no secret that he had suffered incredible trauma at a young age as most of the scars were well over ten years old.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2014 2:52:46 GMT -5
If he's mentally left this room to go elsewhere, Iris certainly doesn't object. If anything, she's one to encourage that, so long as he doesn't get so lost in his mind that he becomes catatonic. The question of stability is actually not a very clear-cut issue in Iris's mind - a patient who is stable is also one who is able to hide so much of themselves. Yes, that makes them so much easier to manage, but it also hides so much of what might otherwise have been visible. Besides, the man in front of her is still well-restrained and she trusts that he'll remain that way. In fact, even as she notes the look in his eyes, the rhythm of her heartbeat remains steady.
As he explains, her expression shows nothing more or less than how she really feels about what he's said - a certain calm and thoughtful curiosity. She is simply interested in this explanation of his past, and isn't quick to jump to trying to dissect it or coming to conclusions - that can be done later. For now she's content to listen and try to understand.
Though the last thing that he says she doesn't understand, and that's reflected in the puzzled expression that crosses her face. "The skin you have?" she asks, her lack of understanding reflected in her voice. Like she said, she didn't really pay any attention to his file, and she's not really one to pay that much attention to the gossip about this or that patient - all of it started and spread by people who don't really know what they're talking about, no doubt. Yes, one can learn some basic facts that way, but always they come packaged in a mire of interpretation. And she'd much rather decide for herself about these things.
Especially if that means that she avoids mixing facts with the interpretation of that majority of her colleagues - who wouldn't know a good assessment of a person if it fell on them.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jun 16, 2014 9:37:27 GMT -5
The inquiry about his skin after he had spoken about it almost caused a smile to turn on to his lips, but it faded before it could appear. His right index slipped over his left and rubbed gently, he was talking about the skin he was in of course, it couldn’t have been more right in front of here, but here she was fishing out more information to him about her that she shouldn’t be. She really didn’t know anything about him that was significant.
There was special training courses that one had to go through before they were ever allowed to talk to a criminal that was on the inside, from the inside, even if they were a doctor. These training courses talked about manipulation tactics and how some could get you to do things you never thought you would. Dr. Crane wouldn’t have objected that this was true as he was doing it right now, but it wasn’t in an effort to get out. His plans were far more meaningful than that and the longer she stayed the worse it would become for her.
What a fool she was to stay in here this long with him, it would only bring her two things in the end. “Oh….” The doctor took an understanding pause before his next words to show how drastic of a mistake she had just made by feeding him that information. This time a sinister smile crept onto his lips, flashing the white of his teeth. He stared at her now with a different glint of ice in his eyes.”He’s never shown you…” He finished his sentence and tapped his fingers on the table he was chained to. Of course Dr. Arkham wouldn’t show her, he wanted to keep everything of Dr. Crane’s to himself. Even his scars were something to hoard and study on his own.
“You could remove my restraints and I could show you…”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 20:56:50 GMT -5
Just because Iris doesn't know very much about this patient in particular doesn't mean that she doesn't know a great deal about people in general. All kinds of people: young and old, male and female, brave and fearful, sane and insane. True she's very much lacking in hands on experience, but that doesn't mean that she's hopelessly naive either - though if he believes her to be then so much the better for her own purposes. Manipulation tactics are a two way street, after all, and the more immune the other person believes they are to another person the easier it is.
She herself doesn't believe that she's immune to him, though she suspects that she'll do okay as long as she keeps her wits about her. This in spite of his reaction when she freely admits her lack of knowledge regarding one of the details of his life. Fortunately for her nerves, her curiosity is completely genuine though, and a little curiosity is a good distraction.
Though she's not so distracted as to fail to react to his suggestion. In fact, before she can respond verbally, her heartbeat answers for her by momentarily spiking in its pace, though it settles back down again rather quickly as she reminds herself of her options here. "Ah, you're speaking literally," she replies, nodding once before she adds, "No, there's no need for that. But if that's not the reason why you are what you are, then what is the reason?" Best to get him back on topic and away from any ideas that she'd be silly enough to remove his restraints. Does that ever really work on anyone?
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Jul 6, 2014 23:53:40 GMT -5
Dr. Crane listened for her heartbeat, but he looked so much deeper than the blip increase. He saw the pulse in her eyes and the pull of her skin, so slight and so beautiful. But she wasn’t running, she wanted to lure herself deeper into the dark. The longer she stayed the more Dr. Crane began to wonder what fear drove her here, before it was the only present question in his mind. It was the only question there was.
“What fear brought you here Dr. Ledford?” He answered with a question as he often did. The reason why he was here had already been offered to her in the case file and even if she hadn’t read a thing about him, surely she knew what happened when he left here and why he was arrested. They were just talking about it.
“The man that put you in here with me is the same man that put me here with you…. He fears me….Now tell me Dr. Ledford….Why does he fear you? Or even better still…Why do you fear being here? If I am chained to the floor and my restraints are as tight as they’ve no doubt informed you…I shouldn’t be going anywhere.?”” He rolled his lip under and his eyes drifted through her. Once he had begun to reach into the depths of her fears it was going to be difficult to stop, and he didn’t want to stop. She had come for this session, willing or unwilling she had stayed for a reason.
He had been calm the entire session, he had hardly moved aside from pulling his hands out more and asking her to remove his restraints. She had made that clear that no matter what information he was willing to part with her, she wasn’t going to release him. It was unfortunate, she had come so close to the truth and yet she still couldn’t see what was in front of her. Suddenly Dr. Crane jolted forward. His chains made a snapping noise as they pulled tight around the right and his cuffs on his feet dings and rattled just as loud. Of course his body only made it so far before he was restrained by the chains and forced to hold his position. Slowly he relaxed each muscle and sat back into his seat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2014 1:27:57 GMT -5
The mere fact that her question was answered by one of his own doesn't really bother Iris, though the fact that she questions whether or not it's even related to her causes her lips to twist just a little. Still, she quickly shifts from that reaction to actually pondering his question. "Well, if you want to put it that way..." she starts, but then pauses for a moment to really think about it, because it's not something she'd stopped to analyze in herself when she made the decision to come. But finally she says, "I suppose it was the fear that the father of my boyfriend would feel less respect for me if I did not, combined with the fear that my boss would be given cause to accuse me of insubordination, combined with the fear that I allow myself to be intimidated by this I'm not cut out to work in this field, combined with the fear that if I allow myself to avoid it that will only make it easier for me to avoid challenges in the future." But having said that, she shrugs as she adds, "I'm sure you'll tell me if I'm wrong - fear is your area of expertise, not mine." Not that her own isn't extremely related...
What the man says next causes Iris to first shrug and say, "Dr. Arkham has nothing to fear from me, so I haven't the slightest idea why he'd be afraid of me." Though if there's any truth to that idea at all, she can't say that she doesn't like it at all... "And though I trust the man who restrained you, it's not unheard of for patients to manage to get out of them," she answers the other part easily. Just because she's nearly completely confident that outcome won't happen here and now doesn't mean that somewhere in the back of her head doesn't know that it's not completely impossible and how ugly it could turn out to be.
Which is why she instinctively startles when he suddenly pulls against his restraints. For a moment her heartbeat skyrockets again, but it also resettles rather quickly. Iris is certainly not immune to fear, but she does have an abnormally strong ability to calm herself down. In fact, one deep breath later and there isn't any more fear in her voice than there was before as she frowns and sarcastically comments, "Very mature, Dr. Crane." It still takes her heartbeat several more moments to return to approximately the same rate that it was before, but that's normal. She must admit though that she's surprised by how high her heartrate has been during this session aside from those perfectly understandable peaks.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 1, 2014 22:17:50 GMT -5
The confession of her fears was just the first step she’d taken in an understanding. Of course there was every reason to fear here. She had every reason to be afraid where she sat now, across from him. He noted the mention of her boyfriend and his father. It caused him to mull over the connection and try to piece it together. It was a fleeting thought. The fact that she cared for that at all was just another mask for her fear. She wasn’t as talented as she claimed unfortunately.
I was only confirmed with her other though. Dr. Arkham had everything to fear from her, especially as long as she was in the room with him. But at least she had recognized that he was the expert here and not herself.
The jolt that she made caused a sinister grin to form on his lips. He felt her fright from the other end of the table. The feeling shot through his spine and out his fingertips like lightning. His digits tingled and as the feeling tapered off he rolled his head. The glacial stare of Dr. Crane settled on her, euphoria in his eyes.
It was a cheap scare, but cheap scares were just as satisfying and just as effective. “I was just making sure you really trusted the man that chained me.” He mocked as his smile left him. “But now we both know. He continued and moved in his chains. They rattled below him and clanked against the floor. Sitting for any period of time in these was never comfortable, but Arkham Asylum was not in it for his comfort.
“Why do you wear that?” he asked the obvious question about the monitor on her wrist. It was a rather interesting watch, not something you could just find in a store. The only logical answer was that she had a reason to fear being without it. He didn’t know whether it was medical or psychological, but considering how he started the session, it still lead back to the same conclusion.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2014 23:51:54 GMT -5
The explanation he gives for jumping at her gets a rather bored and disinterested look. Perhaps even a bit patronizing - if he's going to be that satisfied by such a cheap shot, then that lowers her opinion of him. By quite a bit, actually. Or at least that's what her expressions reveal - what's going on inside of her head is her own business.
Saying nothing until he asks about her heartrate monitor, she glances at the device and idly explains, "Normally I use it to monitor my heartrate while I'm exercising. But sometimes I use it as a partial biofeedback device while I'm practicing deep relaxation techniques. I've never used it as part of a session before, at least not on myself, but I'm doing so now for your benefit." He is, after all, a patient not like any of the others that she's visited with, so it's only natural for her to approach this differently than she has with the others. Not that he's in any way special for that - she approaches every patient differently since they're each an individual - though perhaps there is a difference of degree in this case.
Having said that, her expression grows somewhat curious as she asks, "Do you believe that it's beneficial to you?"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 5, 2014 20:35:46 GMT -5
Dr. Crane sat in silence this time, showing no desire to scare her again. Of course the desire was always there, but he showed that he didn’t have to do very much to make that happen already. There was no need to turn her on to the idea again, especially while she was expecting it. The residual beep was still apparent as she spoke though it had calmed quite a bit since he had scared her.
He listened to her go over specific medical reasons as to why she would have a watch like that. They were all sound things, normal things. It was interesting to him that it wasn’t the first thing that popped into his mind. He could only attest it to the fact that he had been institutionalized for so long. Sometimes it was easy to forget what people who called themselves normal were like. He had a better word for it, blind.
But when she mentioned that it was for his benefit it caught his attention. From his relaxed position he straightened more and tried to scoot up more to the table. It was almost if he was trying to make sure he heard her correctly. Was it to his benefit? Was his benefit really what she was after? He figured that most of their session had been insightful already and that she had more than enough to walk away pleased with. She had plenty that Dr. Arkham would watch and replay over and over and over again, all attributed to her and her work. So where would his benefit come into play?
It was a ruse of course, she had no intention of benefitting him. Now, an effort to keep him calm and compliant? That was something that was along the line of believable and if that was the case, he supposed it had worked for what she wanted. The question still confused him. “I don’t need the device to tell me when you’re scared, however convenient it is for people like you.” He opened the palms of his hands and almost reached forward but the pull for the chains stopped him. He sighed and decided to explain verbally, for lack of another choice. “It’s not the heart rate, it’s in the eyes, its always in the eyes. Even a blind mans eyes show fear…” He explained to her as clearly as he thought she could understand.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2014 18:30:06 GMT -5
She can't help but observe his reaction very closely after she explains why she's wearing the device - he appears to be confused and troubled by it. Which is interesting and distracting enough to her that her heart rate resettles completely, though still at a pace far to high for Iris's liking. Though there's a hint of amusement around her eyes at his statements.
She pauses, considering her words for a moment before she simply asks, "Do my eyes tell you if I'm being dishonest?" Her head tilts curiously at the question and she leans back in her chair, almost in contrast to her patient's shifting forward.
It's actually kind of interesting to her that he attributed what she's trying to communicate with the heart rate monitor was her level of fear even though that's not what she was after. Yes, she knows that supposedly he considers all emotions to be different variations of fear and he's not done a thing in this conversation to negate that perception, but honesty and dishonesty aren't really, are they? The choice to use one or the other is certainly influenced and even motivated by emotions, but the emotions are merely the cause and not the result. Even if fear is the only emotion, it occurs against the backdrop of the situation.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Aug 12, 2014 13:29:18 GMT -5
A small smile came to his lips but quickly left as she asked about honesty. Honesty was something that came out of the same thing they were speaking of prior. If fear was in the eyes and honest is fear then of course it is in the eyes. “Yes, they do tell me.” He mentioned casually, not really having said whether he believed her one way or the other. He was simply answering her question, yes her eyes do tell him when she is lying and when she is telling him the truth. He had seen enough eyes to know the difference.
“But if the device was supposed to be to my benefit, however entertaining you’ve made it for me, it isn’t working.” he referred to her previous jump that he had caused her to do. The fact that she jumped in the first place told that although all of these chains were around him, she still did not feel safe in the room….and she never would. He looked away from her finally, and stared into the camera as if someone was watching. He gave it a tired look, how long was this to go on?
“I wonder…” he spoke to the lens from his chair, his eyes fixated on the black dot in the corner of the room. “Is his wish for me to hurt you?” He spoke casually as if to do it or not wouldn’t change anything for him. He wasn’t in the habit of hurting patients, not when it could be avoided. Every now and then one had to get hurt for their benefit, but that was just how it worked.
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