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Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 17:54:34 GMT -5
The expression that comes to Iris's face at his answer is both highly skeptical and highly amused, making it all too easy to see what her opinion on the subject is. That, and the fact that she doesn't turn off the device is an indication that, in spite of what he says, she's in disagreement about the device's usefulness in this conversation. In fact, as far as she's concerned it's already been quite helpful.
When his gaze shifts, her eyes glance in that direction to see what he's looking at, and when she sees that it's the camera a faint smile comes to her face. Though her attention shifts back to him immediately when he speaks, whether or not he appears to be directing his words toward her. The wording of the question certainly puts it on her to answer, after all. "Why else would he have asked me to do this session with you when it could have easily been skipped or another therapist chosen?" she answers his question with a question of her own, "I'm not the obvious choice, after all - I'm new to the asylum and the field. Why me and no someone with more experience?"
Though in spite of the nature of those speculations, her heartbeat remains stable - whatever upset and suspicions she may hold for her boss, obviously she's keeping her feelings very well contained. Whether that means she's dammed up a flood of them or whether she didn't have any strong feelings about it in the first place is difficult to determine.
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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 14, 2014 9:46:28 GMT -5
Dr. Crane didn’t care enough, if any at all about how she felt on the device further. The bottom line was that it wasn’t contributing to his session with her, though it was a useful little device to continue to frighten her with. But Dr. Crane didn’t need it to do the job effectively. All she needed to do was show up, told or not told. He had learned what he wanted from this session and without being able to move further he couldn’t progress with her anymore.
Out of his peripherals he saw her look back to the camera as well. He didn’t know the exact reason as the why Dr. Arkham justified bringing her in. But he knew the underlining reason behind it all. It was obvious that he wanted to give him this session and it wasn’t like him to waste it. If this is what the doctor wanted to gift him then so be it.
“Well….Best not to disappoint him then.” He let his gaze down back to her and stared into her eyes. Suddenly he pulled back his thumb and moved it out of joint. His left hand slipped easily and casually out of its cuff. Dr. Crane wasn’t in a hurry and he didn’t care that she was perfectly capable of calling for help at any moment; in fact he was sure she probably would. Slowly, he popped his thumb back into joint and rolled it until it cracked and worked right again. It was clear from the fact that he hadn’t flinched at the pain at all that he’d done it before. It was part of the reason why he was locked up in so many different places and ways.
Now that he had the left hand free he began to work on the right hand without feeling like he needed to speak to her anymore. It was clear enough what his final intentions with her were. It was true that she was inexperienced and she was not prepared for him. She should have never been allowed to set foot in the room with him, but it was clear Dr. Arkham was again, out to try and upset him. If he really wanted the work done, he'd do it himself. After tonight, she'd have a bit more experience with him than she wanted.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2014 14:46:00 GMT -5
The movement of his hands easily captures Iris's attention - and that's easy to see in both her expression and in the sudden burst of beeping in her heart rate monitor. However, both would also tell him something else: she's not nearly afraid enough. Yes, she can see quite clearly that he's even now about to escape the handcuffs, but given that she's already revealed that she's uncomfortable simply being in the same room with him, she really ought to be extremely terrified right now instead of merely a bit scared.
Taking a deep breath first, her voice is quite steady and actually more than a little sad as she comments, "You disappoint me, Dr. Crane - I thought that you were better than to knowingly be his puppet." In fact, her expressions indicate just that: yes she scared right now, but even more than that she's upset by the choice that he's making right now. She'd hoped that he was, like she said, better than that. The fact that her life and/or sanity may now be in danger is secondary to that, at least for now.
Sighing heavily, she's looking up at the camera as she gets up out of her chair. While her sense of self-preservation isn't the first thing on her mind at the moment, she does have one, after all - she's not going to remain seated while a patient known to be extremely good in a fight escapes from his bonds. But even though the thought that she may have enough time to make it to the door before he can chase her down occurs, she doesn't attempt that. Instead she seeks to only increase her distance from him without any real attempt to go any direction in particular.
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Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Sept 2, 2014 10:06:35 GMT -5
Dr. Crane had noticed right away when her heart monitor changed. At first the slow start up seemed normal, her beats had changed but they weren’t too quick. She wasn’t in an absolute panic and right now her body was moving into the fight or flight mode and trying to choose which is best for her. Each would require a different heart rate. Right now her mind was trying to choose based on what thing she feared the most. She would turn from the deeper one and pursue the one that she thought was best to cover the other.
When his other hand was free he leaned down to work on his feet. His ankles were shackled, but it was only push pin to save money and time for the orderlies. They didn’t quite think that most normal patients would get to this point but Dr. Crane had become faster at it than most over the years. The asylum was still on a budget and even they had to sacrifice some things for others. Once his feet were unshackled her rose and took her in. The heart monitor was still in limbo, between fight or flight but from the way she was distancing herself, it looked like she was leaning toward the sympathetic quickly.
He stalked toward her in a slow, predatory pace. “If he wishes…for me to show you what fear truly is….Then who am I to deny him?” He moved from the table toward the corner she had trapped herself in. He was aware that when any mammal was cornered the system upon which they worked on would change, any frightened animal will lash out in their terror. “You think for a moment if I…the arbiter of his terrors…of all terror were to be confined by him out of my will for a moment that I wouldn’t show him who’s in control?” He rushed his next step over to her, slamming his hands over either side of her face. “I don’t mind…I’m okay…This entire place….Everything in it will just fall away. ” He cooed to her in a whisper, drawing far too close into her personal space. One hand fell from the side and turned slightly, explaining with his hands. “Nothing here is real….” He corrected her statement for her in the cryptics that would allow it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 12:39:23 GMT -5
His back slammed into the floor of the gym, but he let out not more than a grunt as he stared up at the man above him. Nathaniel wrapped his legs around him, knees digging into his opponent’s ribs and with snap of his body rolled them over until he was atop him. He sprang off just as hands tried to grab him. He laughed and the other man couldn’t help but chuckle too before coming at him.
The man swung.
He countered with his arm, his wrist, his other arm. Suddenly he snatched the man’s wrist and using the power behind his blow, Nathaniel jerked toward him and around. He placed his hand at his throat.
“You win,” the man panted, “Jesus, Nate…you win again. Gonna tire a man like me out.”
Just as quick as his hand was on his neck it was released. “Come on, Kyle, you’re only a couple of years older,” he scoffed as he walked over to the side and picked up his shirt and pulled it on. “You're the one who wanted to spar on break.”
Nathaniel had known Kyle in grade school, but they’d gone to different high schools. Now the other was a guard and as Nathaniel clipped his walkie back on, he regarded him silently. “You should go to the gym, though, or come with me when I go. It’d help your stamina and strength. You have to keep those working here.” Kyle laughed just as he always did. Of course, Kyle didn’t think he needed so much training because he was stationed in an area where the population was more likely to be cooperative than not. Arkham wasn’t just a house for the criminally insane. It took in suicide cases, people who voluntarily committed themselves. That was the area with the higher success rates. It was less stressful for the personnel who worked there. Kyle was one of those people.
“Exercise also releases endorphins, lets you distress in a healthy way. It’d help you to take better care of your mother, give you an outlet you know?”
Kyle’s shoulders fell and Nathaniel knew he’d gotten to him. He took a sip of his water, his shirt still hanging open as the sweat dried on his chest. “I don’t want to leave her, though unless I have to,” Kyle finally spoke turning to him. He was given a nod. “I have some DVDs for things you could at home then. Breathing exercises too,” he watched Kyle scrunch his nose, “hey it’s not sissy. Iris got me into it as part of the agreement I’d do yoga with her.”
“That’s the answer. See, you have girl,” Kyle teased, but it was good-natured as he gathered his things and left Nathaniel alone. He promised he’d think about it, though. Nathaniel was a therapist specializing in Fear and Anxiety, after all.
He took another sip at his water bottle and only then in the silence of the gym did he remember his watch. It looked much like Iris’s, only it was black, and it was emitting a steady little beat. Faster than his average, but he was still cooling down from his physical activity. Which reminded him.
He needed to stretch.
He didn’t get half way through when his walkie went off.
“Anyone close to Dr. Ledford’s office?”
The tone of the man’s voice made his heart monitor spike. He snatched the radio at his waist. “I’m just a few hallways down.”
“Dr. Crane’s escape his restraints.”
He didn’t wait for more. He ran from the gym and the door slammed behind him.
His heart monitor might as well have been a continuous beep. It was much faster than his heart should have been from the sprinting as he careened around corners, but he was in so much of a hurry at he wasn’t thinking.
He threw open Iris’s door, his watching drowning hers out, but his face was not frightened. In fact, his eyes seemed to gleam and his lips were tugged into an almost smile.
“Iris,” he said upon seeing the situation, “are you cheating on me with Jonathan Crane?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 23:33:05 GMT -5
The fight or flight response is poorly named in a way. It forgets to include a third natural response to fear: freezing. Which may seem like an odd thing to do, especially if you've seen the results of a deer freezing in fear in response to a car, but for most natural terrors it does actually work a fair amount of the time. If you freeze the thing that you fear may fail to notice you or at least become less interested in you since you're not doing anything.
And that is exactly the option that Iris chooses when Crane moves to block her in and she can see that any attempt to get away from him is going to be useless. At least for the moment, anyway - wisdom would insist that it's a good idea to be prepared to switch strategies at any moment. And even when he comes so dangerously close the lack of absolute panic on her face indicates that she's not too terrified to exercise wisdom.
If one were to have to choose a label for Iris, they'd definitely say that she's a lover, not a fighter. She does not enjoy hurting anyone, and in fact would wish nothing but the well-being of everyone around her. However, that does not make her a pacifist. Not when she has two older brothers who, as much as they loved her, didn't go easy on her when they were in the mood to wrestle. Not when she knew full well that the asylum could be a physically dangerous place to work and therefore took the self defense classes any sane person would avail themselves of. And not when you have the surprisingly well-honed body of someone who has been practicing yoga (and not the wimpy kind that's mostly stretches but the more dynamic varieties that include a lot of strength-based movements) every day for years. She's ready, willing, and able to defend herself if she has to, and is not intimidated enough by the fact that this particular assailant is the Scarecrow to dissuade her from the idea that fighting would be useless. What does he expect her to do? Give in to fear? Please!
If anything, his reputation merely makes her that much more aware that she has to be smart about how exactly she goes about that - wait for her moment. She knows that this man in front of her has a flair for the dramatic, so since she's the focus of his attention he's not just going to walk up to her and snap her neck or something. This means that she has at least a little bit of time to evaluate the situation before she absolutely must defend herself or suffer what is likely to be irreparable damage. In her head she considers a few movements but, knowing that he's looking so intently at her eyes, she avoids coming to any solid decisions - she knows that he'd see that in her eyes. No, she simply tosses around a few ideas, but when she does act it will be a snap, instinctive thing. That would give her the best chance.
It's as she's considering these things - and largely ignoring what Crane's saying except to look for signs about what he's going to do, by the way - that the door is suddenly flung open by her boyfriend. Later, she won't even remember deciding to move, as primed as she was to leap onto any advantage. But some instinctive part of her recognizes that Nathaniel's arrival - especially given his question - would be a distraction that she can use. "Yep," she replies, suddenly leaning forward and planting a sudden kiss right on Crane's lips. Words and actions that she knows are unexpected, illogical, surprising, and hopefully puzzling enough that he'll neglect to note the knee being sharply lifted and aimed for that tender spot between the legs. She fights like a woman, after all. And he really should have been paying attention to her body instead of her face if he was expecting her to fight - it's easier to see what the legs are doing that way.
Right after throwing that blow, she crouches slightly and shoves herself to the side in an attempt to get away - specifically the side where Crane moved his hand since she's slightly less boxed-in in that direction - hoping that if she goes low and fast enough that he'll have a harder time grabbing her. Yoga is not a combat-oriented activity, but it does give her the advantage of being better able to keep her balance in precarious situations such as when she's flinging herself around.
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Dec 29, 2014 20:46:43 GMT -5
He had her in his hands, this little life that clung to its mortality by a single thread. That one thread was all it would ever ben, no matter how much she would try to cover it. Everything that would ever be was made by fear. She would have no choice but to listen to it, she would have no choice but to succumb to it in the end. Because every choice and every made up fabricated feeling was a result of the only real feeling that existed. As he held her in his hands he could see this in her eyes, no matter how she tried to hide it. Because what she hid it with was exactly what he was looking for.
The door flung open and suddenly everything changed.
The doctor was expecting something like this to happen. He knew that the orderlies would be in in moments to cuff him and take him away. They had probably know the moment that he had taken off his restraints. But he wasn’t suddenly taken from her, instead that voice had insulted his ears.
The boys.
The young pluckish heir to the throne of Arkham….The position that he should have had. He had just recently found out about the boys existence. Dr. Arkham’s hidden gem from him. There was more tied to it, he knew it he just didn’t know what it was. But just hearing the boy’s voice was like hearing the mocking tone that Dr. Arkham carried for him over and over.
Before he could react to his presence her lips met his.
The doctors eyes widened in an inescapable horror that he would never admit to. But before he even had a chance to flash to all of the memories that haunted him so he was met by another sensation. The doctor fell to his knees before the woman, groaning in pain. His hands found the ground after he could take them away from his crotch that she had struck so abruptly.
“There is nothing…” He coughed, barely able to form a sentence. “Nothing in your power to do…” He reminded the boy that as far as he remembered Dr. Arkham gave the order on what happened to him. This little insult with Dr. Ledford was something that was meant to rile him. The doctor was trying to ignite another spark between them but He had already taken control of the situation….Even from the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2015 22:10:18 GMT -5
Instinct of course was to drag Jonathan away, but he knew from looking Iris what purpose he’d served and so he waited. His face held no change as Iris kicked him between the legs, though his lips did twitch at the previous kiss. This wasn’t his fight, not really. This was Iris’s and if anyone could beat the so-called vanguard of Fear it was her. She didn’t try to be false, wasn’t attempting to hide any of her terror and why would anyone? Fear was just so…lovely to feel. It was a rush that life so much sharper. It made you feel alive.
The world needed more people like Dr. Ledford.
Yet once she’d gotten away, Nathaniel did enter the room and stand at her side. He peered down at Jonathan and shook his head. For good measure, however, he not only stepped in between Jonathan and Iris, but was mentally cataloging the man at his feet. He needed to be sure he’d be getting up too soon. “Dr. Crane, I don’t feel I have to do anything. The orderlies are on their way. I only came because I was closest. Do you think I came out of fear of Dr. Ledford being unable to defend herself? Not really,” he answered and it was honest. The woman would have been able to handle the situation until people could get here. “She’s trained well for these kind of situations and I believe very much in her ability to stay calm and in control despite how threatening a person she may be facing.”
“I feel nothing needs be done, doctor,” he told Jonathan, “unless there is some reason I shouldn’t allow the orderlies entrance.”
After all, someone was running the asylum while his father was away and who better than “the plucky heir to the throne of Arkham”?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2015 3:00:44 GMT -5
Though Iris will admit that fear is a very important, protective emotion, she would even more quickly note that too much of it is a very bad thing. High levels of fear make it impossible for a person to think rationally - to use that part of the mind that makes them human instead of animals. And, quite aware of this, she'd known that she absolutely could not afford to let the fear take over - even if the orderlies were very quick to arrive, this man is capable of great harm in that time frame, so giving into her fear was not an option.
And because she didn't give in to her fear, she'd been able to come up with a plan the instant that Nathaniel's arrival gave her a solid opportunity to act. A good plan, or at least she'd hoped so in that instant in which it had been formulated, though of course she couldn't know how successful it would be until she tried it. Running mostly on adrenaline, she's sprinting past Nathaniel to take a position somewhat behind him even before she becomes consciously aware that her plan had been every bit as effective as she could have hoped it would be. If it hadn't, and yet she'd managed to get that far anyway, she certainly would have trusted him to keep this patient away from her.
Instead, once her mind catches up to what's actually happening, she sees him standing over the man she'd managed to floor. A part of her is actually quite shocked that she managed to do it - those self-defense classes she took were more effective than she thought, she's guessing. Her heart is still racing though, and if asked she'd not be ashamed to admit that she's really, really glad that Nathaniel is here - otherwise the wait for the orderlies would be torture now. Instead, she feels safe, no less grateful for his presence than she would be if he'd had to do more than simply distract Crane for a moment.
His words prove that he'd been far more confident in her than she'd been, and had been right about it too, which fills her to the brim with being pleased with herself - after all, no words are taken more seriously than the ones spoken by someone you care deeply about. It encourages her to calm herself quickly, and by the time Nathaniel's done sharing his thoughts on the situation, her heart has ceased to race and she has her own thoughts to say.
"You, of all people, should have predicted that," she tells the fallen man, "You know that almost everything is at its most vicious when it's cornered - and yet you cornered me. Simple survival instinct. Did you expect someone who specializes in teaching other people to face their fears would panic and forget to think?" He may take those words as an insult, though her tone only indicates genuine curiosity.
But she doesn't give him much time to answer before she adds, "But it looks like we're out of time for this session - we'll have to take it up in the next one. If Dr. Arkham sees fit to inflict us upon each other again."
And, having said her piece, her attention next falls on Nathaniel. But instead of saying anything, she wraps an arm around him and leans into him with a sigh. Certainly not a kosher move to make toward a coworker, as they are while at work, especially in front of a patient. But at the moment she doesn't give a damn about that - successful in defending herself or not, she'd been quite frightened, and if there's a better way to feel safe than to lean on a strong man you're pretty sure would kill for you then she doesn't want to know what it is.
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